Lords of the Were by Bianca D'Arc Page A

him eagerly as Rafe drove into her. There was no respite. The amazingly high plateau she’d reached with that last orgasm stretched on and on as her men pushed her still higher. Rafe pounded into her from behind, pushing her mouth onto Tim’s cock in a driving rhythm. She strained toward the higher peak, feeling something amazing lay just out of reach, but Rafe and Tim were there, with her, pushing her pleasure higher than it had ever gone before.
    “I’m close,” Rafe said over her head as Tim grunted in agreement.
    “Come for us now, baby,” Tim coaxed with a growl as Rafe brought his big hand down once, twice, three times on her ass.
    Allie splintered apart with a keening cry as she soared even higher than before. She felt Rafe tense inside her and felt the spurts of hot cum fill her womb, then her mouth as Tim joined him in orgasm, gushing inside her mouth. He tried to move away, but she held him, sucking hard at his spasming cock, drinking down his cum as if it were the finest wine.
    And to her it was. He tasted divine. Of heaven and love. He tasted like he was hers, like she belonged to him and his cum belonged to her. She would never get enough.
    “God, baby!” Tim choked out, watching her as she looked up at him through her eyelashes, licking every last drop into her mouth. Suddenly she wanted to taste Rafe, but he was still coming inside her.
    Rafe pulled gently out long moments later and she turned in his arms. Smiling devilishly, she leaned down to suck his cock into her mouth, humming in satisfaction when he gasped.
    “Baby, you’re killing me!” Rafe gasped as his cock tried to come back to life under her mouth.
    She smiled as she pulled away. “I like the taste of your brother. I just wanted to taste you too, Rafe.”
    Both men groaned at her admission.
    “She’s definitely going to be the death of us,” Tim said as he collapsed against the table. Rafe fell into the chair and pulled her down onto his lap as he grinned over at his twin.
    “Yeah, but what a way to go.”

Chapter Six
    Her Aunt Jilly’s kids were as rambunctious and joyful as a sackful of kittens. Allie found herself just sitting back and watching later that evening as the younger ones careened around her new living room. The place was kid-proof enough that they could chase each other without the adults having to intervene too much, but other than being very active, they were quiet children.
    Allie thought that might have something to do with the fact that they were were cats, but she’d have to ask Rafe or Tim later to be sure.
    “Don’t mind the cubs, they have a lot of energy at their age.” Ryan smiled as he scooped the five-year-old off the floor, patted him on the butt and sent him back to where the seven-and eight-year-olds were stalking each other around the ottoman. Allie instinctively liked the older man, finding him steady of character and blessed with a wry wit.
    He seemed to act as a calming influence on the spirited children and his wife as well.
    Allie simply loved the way her Aunt Jilly bubbled. She had an effervescent personality that made you just want to be near her.
    “Do they… I mean, can they…um…change?”
    “Shift, you mean?” Jilly laughed as she shook her head. “No, not for a few years yet, thank goodness. They’re hard enough to keep track of as it is!”
    Allie laughed with them but realized how much she didn’t know about her heritage. Unfamiliar with children of any species, Allie
    admitted freely that she was more than a bit overwhelmed by the brood her aunt and uncle managed with calm aplomb.
    “Of course, Leslie will be beginning her training next year.” Ryan patted his oldest child’s head. The girl had flowing golden hair and wide golden topaz eyes. She was eleven now, which meant this mysterious
    “training”, which Allie supposed had something to do with learning how to shift into animal form, would start around age twelve.
    Allie didn’t quite understand the mixed look of