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  “How about that? Is that the right spot?”

  He began slowly pulling his fingers out of my pussy and then sliding them back in again, each time bumping my clit with his thumb. I responded to this action with a series of moans, grinding my head back into the pillows.

  “Oh, that's perfect. Please don’t stop.”

  He didn’t, and soon, he added an additional little twist on the move he was doing. Seeming to curl his fingers, he began briefly rubbing or tickling some spot inside of me each time he pulled his fingers out. This sensation was new to me, because the spot being tickled was a spot I’d never even known I had. I guessed that it was what I’d heard called the G-spot, although I’d certainly never had it touched before. I definitely would have remembered the experience, because the sensation was like nothing I’d ever felt before in my life. Intensely pleasurable, although not in the exact same way as having my clit stroked, it was a sensation that rendered me completely speechless, only able to communicate in gasps, moans, and sighs.

  When I soon felt a firm, warm mouth on one of my stiffened nipples, a warm mouth that I was pretty sure was Mason’s, my gasps and sighs became cries of increasing pleasure. If things went on the way they were, I knew I was going to reach a climax within a minute. However, as I usually did, I wanted to climax while feeling something a little thicker than fingers inside of me. I wanted to feel either Alex or Mason thrusting into my depths while the other pleasured me in some other way. When I spoke, though, my request wasn’t quite as articulate.

  “Please...one of you. I need one of you to put your cock inside of me. And the other one of you…please just…please do something else to me. I don’t even…I don’t even know what.”

  I suddenly couldn’t speak anymore, because a warm, firm, hungry mouth was now on mine, kissing me with such intensity that I saw stars on the inside of my silky blindfold. By scent, I could tell that the man kissing me was Alex, although the fact that he was kissing me didn’t seem to impair the coordination of what he was doing with his fingers in the least. He continued on with his stroking and tickling, rapidly increasing my desperate need.

  Beside me, I could feel Mason moving around on the bed, but moving around to do what, I had no earthly clue. By the feel of the mattress soon sinking in one particular spot, it almost felt like he was getting up on his knees, right up near my face. I now had a little idea of what he was going to do, or was at least hoping to do; and to my surprise, my astonishment actually, I realized that I badly wanted him to. I needed him to. I wanted his hard cock in my mouth. It was astonishing to me just because I’d never really enjoyed this particular activity with Kevin or any of my other exes before. In fact, I’d always made excuses to avoid it. But then again, I’d never been as aroused with any of my exes as I was currently with Mason and Alex. Not even remotely.

  Alex soon broke our kiss, removed his fingers from my pussy, and began repositioning himself on the bed how Mason had done. However, instead of moving up near my face, he was between my legs, gently spreading them even further apart with a low growl. Wanting to grab his hips and pull him toward me, I instinctively went to move my hands; but of course, I found that I couldn’t. My silky restraints were still holding firm. I was so desperate to be filled by a rock-hard cock by this point, though, that I felt like I could shred the restraints with just a few good tugs, so I tried.

  “Just let me grab on to you, Alex. I just can’t wait any longer.”

  Not only did my tugs not shred the restraints like I’d thought might happen, but I actually only seemed to tighten them somehow. It didn’t even matter. I didn’t need my hands to grab Alex’s hips to try to pull him toward me in an attempt to hasten him entering me. No sooner had I said that I couldn’t wait any longer than I felt him slide his long, thick pole into me, which he did with a long, low groan from someplace so deep in his chest that I felt the vibrations from it beneath me on the bed.

  I groaned loudly myself, with the sound tapering off into a whimper of gratitude at my desperate desire finally being met. “Yes. Yes, Alex.”

  Feeling to me as if he were on his knees, he began thrusting into my slick pussy, grunting, with his hands on my bent legs. At about the same time, I felt something extremely firm and warm slowly brush against my mouth, and I could tell that this something extremely firm and warm was not another mouth. This something that I’d felt had had a little too much heft to it, a little too much weight. I’d been able to feel this during just the brief couple of moments that this something had come into contact with my mouth, or maybe I’d even more simply sensed it. At any rate, I knew exactly what this something was, and I wanted it, but I knew that maybe the owner of this something was waiting for some particular sign from me before brushing his hefty, weighty something over my mouth once again.

  So, still on my back, with my breasts slowly and rhythmically bouncing from Alex’s deep, powerful thrusts, I turned my face in the direction of where I sensed Mason was positioned on his knees. “I want to taste your cock, Mason. I want to feel it in my mouth.”

  A low growl was his immediate response to this. I then felt him shifting his position slightly, movement that was accompanied by some near-inaudible noise against the headboard, maybe him bracing his hands against it. The moment I felt his warm heft against my mouth again, I flicked out my tongue and gave it a few slow licks, prompting a string of half-groaned, half-spoken, almost unintelligible curse words from Mason. This was all the encouragement I needed to wrap my mouth around his granite-hard girth, moaning while I did so, because the act had seemed to suddenly intensify the pleasure I was feeling at Alex’s deep thrusts. Or maybe my pleasure had intensified because he had suddenly increased the pace of his thrusts. I wasn’t even really sure. All I knew was that with one large, beyond-stiffened shaft very slowly sliding along my tongue, and another one sliding in and out of my slick pussy below, I was experiencing erotic pleasure like I’d never dreamed was possible before.

  The fact that I was still completely restrained, essentially powerless, only added to this extreme pleasure, as did the fact that I couldn’t even see because of the dark, silky blindfold still covering my eyes. This temporary blindness seemed like it had intensified all my other senses, too, from my hearing, to my touch, my taste, and my sense of smell. It was that last sense that seemed to be the most intensified. With him so close to me, kneeling by my side and kind of leaning over my face with his hands on the headboard from what I could sense, Mason’s scent wafted into my nostrils the strongest I’d ever smelled it. It probably helped that he was sweating a bit, which I just sensed that he was, just based on the fact that his scent held the faint tang of salt. However, what it smelled like most was woodsy, mossy, earth, like Alex’s scent. But, despite this top-note similarity, Mason’s scent was markedly different on the whole. Beneath the woods and earth, a citrus sweetness was prominent, and beneath that, there was a subtle hint of something spicy that made me think of cloves.

  Taken in parts, specifically the last two, Mason’s scent might have struck me as almost vaguely feminine. However, with all parts together, blended with a faint muskiness that seemed to be emanating primarily from the part of his body gliding across my tongue, his scent was one hundred percent masculine. It was something even beyond that, though I wasn’t even sure what. Maybe it was hyper-male. Although maybe my perception of his masculinity was getting a sizable bump from the fact that his thick, granite-hard manhood was currently in my mouth.

  With slow, measured thrusts that were decisive without being at all rough, he pleasured himself, grunting, while bringing me pleasure at the same time. Somewhere a bit further down on the bed, Alex continued on with the faster pace of his thrusts, clutching my bent legs to his muscular chest now. And in the end, that was what sent me tumbling over the edge. Just me picturing how he looked doing what he was doing to me, and then just picturing the whole erotic scene with the three of us all together. It also crossed my mind that Alex had full view of the very intimate act t
hat Mason and I were engaged in, and he could see and hear how much I was enjoying it. It also crossed my mind that Mason could see how deeply and rapidly Alex was sliding his thick pole in and out of my slickness, and he could also see me eagerly lift my hips a degree or two each and every time Alex drove his considerable length into me.

  Having reached the pinnacle of pleasure, I announced my climax with a cry so loud that it startled even me. Suddenly, probably not wanting my ecstasy to lead to an accidental bite of his cock, Mason wasn’t inside of my mouth anymore. Alex, however, was thrusting into me the hardest and deepest he had yet, bringing me a new wave of mind-bending bliss with each powerful stroke. Thrashing against my silky restraints, I cried out several more times, with my cries eventually just becoming the word yes, yelled at practically the top of my lungs. By my third or fourth yes, Alex was spilling his hot spunk inside of me with a growl.

  By the time he rolled off of me and Mason rolled on, hiking my legs up on his shoulders, I was starting to think that a round-two climax was in store for me, and I wasn’t wrong. With Alex’s hands kneading and stroking my breasts, and Mason thrusting into me with loud growls, grunts, and groans, it wasn’t long before I reached a blissful peak once more.

  Afterward, thoroughly satisfied, I struggled to catch my breath, not knowing that all this morning satisfaction was going to have to last me for a long, long while.

  CHAPTER 17

  Mason, Alex, and I had only been resting in my bed for all of a minute when both of their phones began going off simultaneously. Alex had taken my blindfold off, and in the pale early morning sunshine streaming through the crack in the curtains, I saw him wince.

  Mason, however, who was on his side, toying with a lock of my long hair, just gave his eyes a slight roll. “It’s probably some problem with the Darkwings again. Probably more of their spies getting caught, which is strange. They seem to be awfully bold for some reason lately. A little cocky, even. Like they think they’re about to own this city or something, and they’re just getting impatient to move right on in. If that’s what they think, though, they’ve got another thing coming. Right, Alex?”

  On my other side, Alex took maybe just a second longer to respond than I thought he should have. “Hey, that’s exactly right. They’ve certainly got another thing coming if that’s what they think. You heard what the council said last night. It’s best to just continue on with our defense strategy until we’ve decimated them all one by one.”

  Even before Alex had finished speaking, even as the last word he’d said was still on his tongue, Mason had let loose with a short burst of inexplicable laughter. Which was more than a bit strange, particularly since nothing Alex had said had been even remotely funny.

  It was clear to me that I needed some serious answers from Alex. I’d needed them for hours, actually. However, like the night before, I knew I couldn’t say anything with Mason around. I’d told Alex that I was going to trust him until he could explain everything to me, and I was going to continue to trust him. Not to mention that I wasn’t in any hurry at all to find out whether or not Mason really would kill me if he found out that I’d tried to come clean to Alex about the phone call I’d overheard. How he could do that to a woman he’d been sharing a bed with, I still couldn’t fathom.

  At present, it seemed that my best course of action was to just remain silent and not even acknowledge Mason’s inexplicable laughter. Whatever it was that had made him crack up, I didn’t want to say anything that would possibly make all that mirth turn to anger on a dime, because, with a sudden chill dancing along my spine, I was developing a very strong feeling that it could. So, being that I was still tied up to the bedposts and unable to defend myself, not that I really could against a shifter anyway, I kept my lips sealed.

  Beside me, Alex just stared up at the ceiling and said three simple words: “Something funny, Mason?”

  Some subtle hint of steel that had crept into Alex’s voice suddenly made me feel extraordinarily self-conscious and nervous to be tied up to a bed, unable to escape the room if a fight suddenly broke out. Not to mention that I was completely naked to boot. I could somehow just see myself being killed within the next minute, whether accidentally or on purpose, while two powerful shifters, who were also completely naked, battled around me or even right on top of me. Being that my wrists were still tied to the bed posts, I wouldn't even be able to shield my face with my hands.

  However, Mason immediately lowered the tension in the room, at least mostly. He looked over me to Alex with just a faint chuckle rumbling in his muscular chest. “Sorry. It wasn’t anything you said. You know I just get funny random thoughts sometimes. That’s all it was.”

  “You sure about that?”

  “Yeah. I’m sorry for laughing while you were talking, Alex. Really.”

  “Well…fine, but we do need to get going.”

  As if to make his point, Alex got up and began throwing on his clothes. Mason followed suit right away, whipping on his boxers.

  Once he was fully dressed, Alex leaned over the bed to give me a quick kiss on the mouth. “I don’t know when we’ll be able to see you again. Unfortunately, I have a feeling that the Darkwings are going to keep us quite busy all day. We’ll be back as soon as we can, though.”

  I nodded, knowing that by “we,” he really meant that he would be back to see me as soon as he could.

  “Come on, Mason. Let’s go.”

  Alex began striding out of my bedroom, followed by Mason. However, me shrieking stopped them both dead in their tracks.

  “Hey, guys! What about the naked woman tied up to the bed? I realize that dealing with the Darkwings may be an urgent thing, but could anyone please take three seconds to untie me before you both go?”

  Alex was at my side, unfastening one of the silky scarves restraining me, long before I’d finished speaking. “God, I’m really sorry, Kira. I’m really sorry. I guess I just have a lot on my mind.”

  I said that I completely understood. “It’s fine. You’re untying me now.”

  Mason soon joined in the untying, giving me a sexy half-grin. “I’m sorry, too, and I’m going to make it up to you. Sometime soon, I’m going to bring you a sandwich from the most legendary sandwich shop in the city, Shorty’s. Their specialty is a meatball sub with marinara, provolone, and freshly-grated parmesan, but I’ll see what I can do about getting them to add some banana slices to that, just for you.”

  Now freed from my restraints, I sat up in bed, covering myself with the blanket. And, in spite of myself, and in spite of everything Alex had told me, I actually found myself cracking a genuine little smile at Mason. For the life of me, I just couldn’t seem to not crack a smile at his little jokes sometimes.

  “You know,” I said to Mason. “That meatball sub actually sounded pretty amazing to me until you mentioned the banana slices.”

  Following Alex out the door by walking backward, Mason curved his lips in a sly half-grin that was devastating in its sexiness. “When I see you again, Miss Wakefield, I’m going to bring you a meatball sub from Shorty’s. I’ll tell them to hold the banana slices. Maybe I’ll bundle you up and take you up on the roof of the building for an autumn picnic with a full view of the city.”

  I wasn’t sure that I’d ever be able to eat fifty stories above the ground. I honestly wasn’t sure that I’d even be able to breathe. Not that I thought it would ever be a wise idea to be up on the roof of the building with Mason at any time anyway. Just because, all smile-inducing jokes aside, I knew that he might suddenly decide to kill me at the drop of a hat. And if we were up on the roof, he wouldn’t even need to put much effort into it. All it would take would be the slightest little shove for him to send me hurtling to my death. Although, I reasoned, being that he possessed superhuman strength even while in his human form, he could probably kill me just as quickly and as easily indoors with a light punch to the head if he really wanted to. At any rate, neither scenario seemed like a very pleasant way to die, to say the lea
st.

  To my extreme disappointment, I didn’t see him and Alex for the rest of the day. However, to be specific, my disappointment was only about not seeing Alex. I needed answers and more information about the whole Mason situation, and the longer I went without getting them, the more my anxiety began to feel like some breathing, living thing that was beginning to grow out of control.

  After pacing around the apartment for most of the afternoon with a tightness in my chest that I knew wasn’t from asthma or any other medical condition, I called Dana to see what she was up to, asking if maybe she wanted to go grab a bite to eat at the café or something. However, unfortunately, she said she was tied up babysitting and didn’t know when the child’s mom was going to return. So, I decided to go to the cafe by myself, have dinner, and bring Dana back some spiced hot apple cider that the café had recently added to the menu for fall.

  When I left the Towers, the late afternoon sky was a dark slate gray, and a few crispy orange leaves from a tree near the building were swirling in a stiff breeze. By the time I arrived at the cafe, a few raindrops were falling on its wide green awning out front. Inside, the place was packed, with the large plate-glass front windows steamed up with the breath of so many people inside in addition to the hot plates of food coming out of the kitchen. Strangely, several dozen customers, mostly women, sat in booths and at tables with expressions that struck me as a little glum, or maybe tense somehow, or both. I couldn’t fathom why this might be, so I just chalked it up to the chilly, rainy weather.

  Since Dana was the only real, close friend I’d made in the city so far, I kind of didn’t know who else to sit with, or where else to sit. Our usual table was taken by two young women eating large plates of pasta without looking like they were really enjoying it very much.

  Feeling like the new girl at a high school or something, I shuffled through the main aisle of the café, deciding that I’d take a little empty table near the back, rather than interrupt anyone I’d been introduced to by asking if I could sit with them.