Always and Forever [Decadent Delights 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Page 14

  Without warning, he withdrew, allowing Brandon to take over. He mimicked Aiden’s performance, using her mouth to please himself. “She has the hottest cock holster I have ever seen. I love seeing her lips around my cock. Fuck, I love seeing her lips wrapped around your cock, too.” Brandon’s voice rumbled in a gravelly, rough tone. “That’s it, love. Fuck yeah. Your mouth is like a glove around my cock.” He began hammering in and out of her oral cavity, working himself closer and closer to release.

  Before he could, she stopped and moved back to Aiden. She continuously moved between the two, giving them only two sucks before switching. She could distinguish the difference in taste between them and relished in each of the unique flavors that exploded on her taste buds.

  She quickened her pace, dropping her heated mouth down on them a little harder and more aggressively. Moans and grunts bounced around the acoustical walls of the shower. Both men stiffened, their thigh muscles turning into slabs of rock. She knew they were ready. She palmed both throbbing dicks and stroked frantically, rubbing the orgasm from within them. With simultaneous roars, two streams of their hot, creamy seed shot into her mouth.

  She swallowed frantically, unable to consume it all. The remainder dripped down her chin and onto her breasts, coating them like icing on a cake. She smeared her finger through it, making her own sex weep from the silky texture. Brandon lifted her and rinsed her in the water that had begun to cool. He quickly scooped her in his arms and carried her out. Aiden grabbed towels and dried her. He took her to the bed and sat her down long enough to dry himself. Aiden came in shortly after, and leaned in, kissing her swollen, well-fucked lips.

  Giselle felt the bed dip at her feet and knew that Brandon had joined them. His hands grazed up her legs, bending them and scooting her feet to rest at the sides of her rump. He folded her knees out, spreading her wide open. The feel of Aiden’s tongue encircling hers, mixed with the anticipation of her pussy being open on display amped her pulse rate and spiked her temperature to feel like molten lava raging through her veins. She could hear the pounding of her heart banging against her chest and echoing in her ears. It encased her in an isolated, calming dreamlike state. All she could do was feel. The world around her didn’t exist, only the wonderful sensations that were sparking through her body. A hot, wet sensation covered her mound, thrusting and rubbing her to cause a trail of electrical sparks to gather together in the pit of her stomach. Her attention was torn between the tantalizing swirls of Aiden’s tongue against hers and the sensations Brandon was creating in her pussy. Something was inserted inside of her, awakening every nerve ending in her body. Her hips arched up toward his digits that were sliding in and out of her slick tunnel.

  Aiden deepened the kiss even further, applying enough pressure to keep her upper half anchored on the bed. His hands worked her breasts over, plucking each nipple into a throbbing, aching peak. Her mouth would break free long enough to violently suck in gulps of oxygen and then dive back into the depths of the kiss. She plunged further and further toward the center of the universe, on an erotic mission of pleasure. When the fingers inside of her curled up and caressed against her G-spot, she shattered into a million pieces. Screams escaped around the barrier of Aiden’s mouth. Her hips slammed and ground down on Brandon’s fingers, pulsing and sucking them inside of her. She felt her juice squirt out of her hole, gushing down her legs and covering his hand. The kisses slowly eased off, and Aiden pulled a fraction away to stare in her eyes. Brandon eased his fingers out of her, rubbing over her lips in a massaging caress before removing them totally. He crawled up her body to rest beside her.

  “Wow. That was…amazing. I didn’t expect anything. I wanted to please you guys, not get pleased.” Her voice was soft and relaxed as she spoke. “I love you both so very much. You have changed my life. I could stay in this bed with you guys forever and never get up.” She glanced up at the clock that was perched on the far wall. Her eyes squinted to make out the numbers.

  Brandon caught sight of her attempts and broke out in laughter. “I think our little magical witchy poo may need to get her eyes checked. It’s a quarter ’til two, love.”

  “Oh my gosh! You have to be kidding! We gotta get up, now. And, my eyes are just fine. They are just a bit blurry still from the life-altering orgasm I just had. Okay, move it!” She slapped a quick kiss on both of their cheeks before she rolled over Brandon to get up.

  Brandon sang a tune that had something to do with ‘moving it’ as he leisurely stood to find clothes.

  “How old are you? Seriously, Madagascar?” Aiden taunted, shaking his head.

  “Yep. And every Friday I have to sing the field trip song also.” Brandon belted out the melody with a toothy, boyish grin. His eyes sparkled at Giselle, who had a hand over her mouth in attempt to silence her giggles.

  “Well, love, it looks like we won’t have to worry about adopting or having kids. We have one already,” Aiden said sarcastically with an overdramatic roll of his eyes.

  “You two are too much. Okay, I got dibs on the bathroom first. It won’t take me but just a few minutes to run a brush through my hair and slap a little makeup on. Can you two meet back here for dinner?” Her eyes darted back and forth between them, waiting for an answer.

  “Sure thing, love. What time?” Aiden asked as he stepped into his jeans.

  “Let’s shoot for like seven. We are getting a late start, and I am hoping to get some errands ran after I tie up the loose ends here.”

  “That’s perfect.” Aiden was working on his socks and shoes now, taking no time in getting ready.

  “I can be here whenever you want me, baby. Seven is great. We might have to skip dinner and go straight to dessert if you expect me to go that long without touching or tasting you.” Brandon flashed another cheesing grin as he reached to grab his clothes that had ended up in a crumbled pile on the floor.

  “You guys are going to wear me out!” she said with a smile as she hurried into the bathroom to get dressed.

  Both men finished getting their clothing and shoes on before ambushing her in the bathroom. “It isn’t your turn yet! Shoo! I know what happens when we are within a close proximity of each other, and it usually means a few hours will pass by and delay us even more. We have been locked up in here for long enough.”

  “Easy, babe, geez. We just came in to tell you good-bye and we will see you in a little while. Did you see that, Aiden? I think she is tired of us already.”

  Aiden clucked his tongue. “Yes, I believe you might be right.” He stuck his bottom lip out in an overexaggerated pout.

  “Aw, did I hurt my big ol’ kitty and puppy? I will never tire of you, my true loves. Just get your sexy asses back here by seven.” She turned back to the mirror and to applying her makeup. The men stopped long enough to stare in awe at her from the doorway, both expressing looks of pure happiness and contentment.

  “I love you, boys!” She hollered the final endearment as they stepped out the door.

  “We love you, you naughty bruxa. Miss us!”

  “Always!”

  Chapter 11

  Giselle whisked through the café, getting everything in order and ready for the next few days. She managed to catch up on all the paperwork and was heading down to check on Amy when she caught her in the kitchen. “Hello, child! How are you feeling?” Giselle hugged Amy tight before pulling her an arm’s length away to look her belly over.

  “I am okay, I guess, still get the barfs from time to time but today wasn’t so bad. These new hormones do have one advantage so far. I haven’t let Blake out of the bed. Well, I guess that’s a lie, because we did move to the shower, the floor, the couch, the rug in front of the fireplace, the patio…”

  “Whoa there! I get the picture. It is normal that your sex drive is revved up. However, I don’t need the details, sweetie.” The little jabbering girl had found a special place in Giselle’s heart, and it tickled her when she got lost on one of her ramblings.

  “Oh my gosh! Gi
selle! What is that on your neck?” Amy’s fingers traced the healing scars of first one then the other bite mark that symbolized her mating. “You are mated! Well, holy shit! When did this happen? I am so excited for you! I can’t believe it! Whoa! Two bites means two shifters, means…you naughty, lucky woman! You mated Brandon and Aiden! Yum! You have to tell me all of the details!”

  Giselle giggled. “Yes, I am mated to Brandon and Aiden. We are planning on a small ceremony to have the traditional vows, and you, my dear, are the first to know. Forget getting an inside scoop though, besides this it is freaking amazing and more than I could have ever dreamed of.” Giselle hugged her again and began moving around the kitchen, dragging out various bowls and ingredients to begin dinner for everyone.

  “Okay, but can I just say, that is so freakin’ hot! Two for the price of one! Yum yum! Speaking of which, what’s for dinner tonight? I am starved already, and I just had lunch. I swear I am going to blow up like a dang house. I hope that you have some sort of weight-loss spell for after this youngin’ is born.”

  Amy began rattling on and on, jumping from one topic to the next, only stopping long enough for Giselle to nod or mumble a yes or no. They were making dough for cobbler that Amy requested when Giselle bent to grab a baking dish and suddenly crashed to the floor. Her head hit the cabinet, and her body slumped to the ground in a heap. Amy hollered, hoping that someone would hear her. She crouched down beside the lifeless woman and tried waking her. “Giselle! Come on, wake up for me. Giselle! Please, wake up. You have fainted, hun, come on, follow my voice.” She shook and rubbed her, doing everything she could do to get her to come around.

  “Amy! What’s wrong? Oh my, what happened?” Kathryn Jacobs rushed to their side.

  “We were cooking, and she reached down for a pan and crumbled to the ground.”

  Kathryn ran her hand over Giselle’s brow, before down to her neck to check her pulse. “She has recently mated?”

  “What? Oh, yes. I was the first to know. Aiden Grey and Brandon Knight are her mates. Talk about lucky, right?”

  “Wait, she is mated to two shifters? Aren’t they both alphas?” Concern spread through Kathryn’s expression.

  Confused at where the line of conversation was heading, she slowly nodded.

  “Amy, I need you to grab my cell and call my husband. He is downstairs in the lounge with Brett and Chase. Tell him we are in the kitchen and it is an emergency.” Amy had already dialed and began relaying the message as soon as he picked up.

  “Yes. Okay, I will tell her. Bye.” She clicked end on the phone and turned back to Kathryn. “He said to get towels and ice ready. It is very rare that a human can take the shifter gene from a mating bite. It is even rarer that they survive the transformation. Most matings don’t change the human, but instead just link them together. If by some chance Giselle is turning, and with both of them being alphas of different shifter species, this could be life threatening. She will get a high fever, and both animals will begin to fight. If she is strong enough to take it, she might have a chance.” Amy had begun to fidget, her telltale sign that she was scared.

  Shortly after, Thomas, Gabe’s dad, and Brett and Chase rushed into the kitchen. Thomas did a quick check of vital signs and instructed the boys to get her down to the lounge. Amy rushed ahead and prepared one of the couches with clean linens and pillows.

  After Giselle was placed to rest on the makeshift bed, Thomas took her temperature, noting that it was at 104.6 and rising. Amy had fetched ice water and washcloths and began washing Giselle’s face and neck down with the frigid liquid.

  “Chase, can you or Brett try to get a hold of Aiden and Brandon? I am sure they will want to get back here as soon as possible.” Kathryn’s motherly tone snapped both boys to attention.

  “Yes, ma’am, we will go get them if we have to.” The pair rushed out of the room, both pushing buttons on their cell phones.

  * * * *

  The doors to the front room swung open with extra force than what was necessary. Aiden and Brandon ran in panic to Giselle’s side.

  “Thomas. Thank God you were here. How is she?”

  “Her fever is still scorching high, but we have managed to keep it below 105. She is in the middle of the transformation. Her body has cracked and morphed, but only like an arm or a tail at a time. It is still unclear as to which one will dominate and stay, and which will not. I do think she stands a good chance of a full recovery. I don’t know if it’s the magic in her blood, or just her strong will, but she is fighting like a trooper.” He took his stethoscope out to check her heart rate again, shaking his head in frustration. “Her heart rate is through the roof.”

  “Thank you for all of your help. I wouldn’t want her fate in the hands of anyone else. If there is anything we can do, just let us know.” Aiden sat beside her, gently stroking her cheek. Brandon paced like a caged cat. In a sense, he was a caged cat. He was caged against helping the most important thing in his entire existence. His panther cried and tread restlessly along the edges of his mind, mimicking him.

  Brandon turned and looked at her lifeless body. The color had drained out of her face, and she had taken on a ghostly appearance. Tears welled in the edges of his eyes. Nothing had ever meant so much to him. She was finally his, and now he could lose her.

  “Brandon, go get your momma.” Aiden knew that she was the only woman who would know of any other ways to help Giselle, but she was also the only one who could calm Brandon. Aiden had been watching and could tell that he was on the verge of snapping. The tiny woman could weather any storm. She had been like a second mom to Aiden growing up, and everyone looked to her for advice and to gain the wisdom she had gained through her many experiences.

  “Okay. I will be right back. You will call me if there are any changes, right?” The desperation came through on his unusually shaky voice.

  “I promise. Now hurry up.” Aiden’s dominating tone rang hard, convincing Brandon to leave.

  * * * *

  Less than thirty minutes later, Brandon and Lillian Knight rushed in the room. Lillian’s tiny frame waltzed in and began barking orders. For such a small woman, everyone seemed to jump and do what she said. At a whopping five foot three inches and barely a hundred pounds, she was the true meaning of “dynamite comes in small packages.” She had played doctor on many occasions with the pride until the doctor could make it. Her shiny black hair hung down almost to her knees and swayed with every movement. She had the brightest blue eyes anyone had ever seen.

  The bystanders all gathered with what she had requested and stood awaiting further orders. She dropped a bag on the floor and opened it, revealing vials of herbs and oils. “Hand me the willow bark, sassafras, and the liquid oak.” She placed a few drops and pinches of powder of each into a small cup. Next she added a small amount of honey.

  “We need to get this down her. It will help her fever and boost her immune system.” Brandon almost ran to his mother.

  “I will do it, Momma. Aiden, come hold her head up.” Brandon’s tone left no room for argument. Aiden moved to them and lifted her head at an angle that would allow her to drink but not crick her neck. She spit and sputtered on the liquid even though she remained unconscious.

  Time crept by, creating anxiety so thick it could be cut with a butter knife. The room had become overrun with people. Chloe remained at her aunt’s side for hours. They had to hold her flat at times to prevent her from getting injured from the violent jerks and spasms her body went through. She flipped in and out of forms, never fully shifting but going through the agonizing pain of her bones stretching and popping violently. She finally calmed, and her fever dropped to a nonlethal temperature.

  Chloe moved to kneel on the floor beside Giselle’s head. She waved her arms over her in a circling motion. “She should be over the worst part now. Let her rest. She needs to finish the transformation. Brandon, Aiden, would you please take everyone in the kitchen to eat.” Amy refused to leave and stayed behind to help if i
t was needed. Chloe began speaking in a foreign tongue, repeating the hypnotic phrases over and over. When she finished, she waved burning incense over her in swirling patterns. Electric sparks of bright blue and green colors shot from her fingertips and encircled Giselle. Her head fell forward, and they disappeared as fast as they had appeared.

  “That will hopefully speed things up and also boost her magic. If she can tap into it, she can use it to get through this.” Chloe kissed her aunt and moved to sit. After everyone else had come back from dinner, Aiden and Brandon pulled chairs to sit within reach. Their hands remained in contact with her at all times, whether caressing her or massaging her feet and legs. Both men projected vulnerability and helplessness. Giselle was their only weakness and had become their personal brand of Kryptonite. Their powerful alpha personas seemed nonexistent and instead were replaced with fear.

  Giselle’s lifeless body alternated between erratic jerks and twitching to deathly stillness. When night fell, Gabe, Blake, and the other vampires joined the group to offer assistance and be available for anything that might present itself.

  Chloe watched on with creases drawn in her delicate features. She abruptly broke the silence and stifling tension in the room with a sudden outburst. “I can hear her! Her body is accepting the shifters. The animal is settling and becoming a part of her. She wants me to tell you boys that she loves you and to quit sulking.” The corners of Brandon’s mouth tipped up in a faint smile, while Aiden released a deep sigh of relief.

  “When will she be okay, Chloe? This is taking forever, and I can’t stand seeing her like this!” The fear and frustration vibrated through Aiden’s gruff voice.

  Kathryn walked over and laid her hand on both of the men’s shoulders. “There is no way of telling. Her body has to adjust. She will still have to make her first shift into whichever form her body accepted. She will need you both to guide her through it. As soon as she is up and able, you need to take her to the woods. She will be like any shifter on their first transformation and need space to run.”