Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“The more we touch and pleasure and taste the female we are sharing, the more beneficial it is for both us and for her,” Lynx had explained. “We can cure each other of superficial wounds and injuries, just by raising pleasure energy. See?” He had opened the leather vest he still wore, showing that the wound on his broad chest was healed as well.
“Oh—that’s amazing!” With one hand still cupping Saxon’s shaft, Mirabella had reached out to touch Lynx’s chest. When she made contact with him—with them both at once—all three of them had felt it—the hot, sizzling sexual energy that ran between them like an electrical current.
“Oh!” Mirabella had exclaimed again, drawing her hands away from both of them. “I’ve felt that before when…when all three of us touch but that time it was really strong.”
“Because you were touching at least one of us sexually.” Lynx had nodded at Saxon’s still exposed shafts.
“I didn’t mean to!” Mirabella had protested. “I was just examining Saxon!”
“Yes, but he reacted sexually to your touch,” Lynx said.
“The fuck I did,” Saxon had denied, though he knew it was true. His body reacted to the curvy little female in a way it hadn’t reacted to any other since his lost mate.
“Well, anyway, I have to fit you both with shaft-bands to make sure you, uh, stay hard,” Mirabella had clearly been trying to move past the burst of sexual energy the three of them had felt. “Is that going to be a problem?” she asked.
Saxon had shrugged.
“Only if you don’t have a band big enough to fit me.” The base of his cock was extra thick, since he had both a primary and secondary shaft.
“I think I found something that will fit in Aunt Raz’s old bodyslave cabinet,” Miri had told him. “I just…just need to make sure you’re extra hard. Is that all right?”
Saxon had understood that she meant she needed to stroke him some more. He shouldn’t fucking let her, he thought…and yet he couldn’t wait to feel her soft hands on him.
“Go ahead,” he’d said roughly. “Just don’t jerk me all the way off—would be a shame to get my cum all over that pretty new dress of yours.”
Mirabella’s cheeks had gotten that rosy glow again, but she had taken both of his shafts in her small hands and worked them without a word, sliding her slim, soft fingers up and down both the primary and secondary shafts until a low groan was drawn from his lips. Goddess, her soft hands felt good on him!
Over her shoulder, Saxon could see his Bond-Brother watching with hooded eyes. Lynx had always enjoyed watching him with the female they shared. Touching a woman they were sharing alone felt wrong if they were separated from each other, but when both of them were in the same room, it was pure pleasure to watch and the Felinus Shifter was something of a voyeur.
“You can wipe that little smile off your face, Brother,” Saxon had rasped, as Mirabella had wrapped the black leather shaft-band all the way around the base of his cock, ensuring both the primary and secondary shafts would remain hard. “It’s your turn next.”
“And I’m looking forward to it,” Lynx had said, as Mirabella finished with Saxon and turned to him. “Just be careful as you handle me, my Lady,” he added, looking down at the curvy little female who was reaching for his long shaft. “My pleasure spines will prick you if you grasp me the wrong way.”
“Pleasure spines?” Mirabella had asked, frowning. “What are those?”
“If you look closely you’ll see that—except for the head—my shaft is completely covered in tiny, short hairs no longer than a male’s whiskers after he shaves,” Lynx had explained. “Those are my pleasure spines.”
“Really?” Mirabella had looked down, squinting uncertainly at his Bond-Brother’s cock. “I can barely see them.”
“They’re not very visible but when a female touches me they are activated and may ‘prick’ her and release my pleasure serum.”
“Which will make you come just from jerking him off—if that’s what you want to do,” Saxon had supplied helpfully.
“Really?” Mirabella had looked down at the Felinus Shifter’s exposed cock with wide eyes.
“Give it a try,” Saxon suggested. “Circle him with your fingers and start stroking up and down—like you were doing for me.”
“May I?” Mirabella had asked, looking up at Lynx.
“My Lady, you may do anything you like with me,” he had purred softly. “I am yours.”
His sweet words in that deep, purring voice had obviously charmed Mirabella, which didn’t surprise Saxon at all. His Bond-Brother always had been a silver-tongued son of a bitch. He had watched with interest as the little female had grasped Lynx’s shaft and stroked it firmly up and down.
“Oh!” she gasped, stopping and freezing in place after that one stroke. “Oh my Goddess…”