Marie Harte - Rachel's Totem

“God, that was good,” Dean sighed before being dragged back.

“Now me,” Burke demanded, and Rachel eagerly opened her mouth to accept him.

She took his thrusts easily, his tight hold on her hair turning her on even more. The thought of being wanted so much by three sexy men was such a turn on. Behind her, Grady had to be leaving bruises from his grip on her hips, but his cock kept bumping her pleasure spot and she came, pushing him into an orgasm as well.

“Christ,” he groaned and continued to come, even as she tightened around him.

“That’s it, baby. Take him inside you. That’s good, isn’t it? And it’ll be even better once you swallow my load as well. Then we’re going to get to the good part. And I’m going to fuck that pretty little ass of yours.” Burke’s speech grew thicker, his breath raspier as he described in detail what he planned.

She was still quivering from her climax with Grady when Grady pulled out and crawled next to her. He lay down on the bed, and Dean shoved inside her.

“Take him,” Burke ordered, groaning as he slid in and out of her lips. “You have the most fuckable mouth. And that stroke of your tongue…”

She fondled Burke’s balls with one hand and heard him curse. He seemed to get harder, if that were possible. Dean fucked her, reaching around to toy with her plump clit, the nub bursting with sensation. Though he’d already spent once, Dean quickly worked himself toward orgasm again, his cock hot and tight within her. Rachel glanced at Grady to see him jerking off as he watched, his beautiful body straining. When her eyes met his, he whispered her name and rose to his knees, sliding his dick over the middle of her back.

Burke began coming in her mouth, and Dean shot and yelled, his climax washing over him.

Burke slid another shot of come down her throat before easing out of her, and she closed her eyes, thoroughly spent. Dean remained inside her, his hands stroking her ass, and she felt warm jets of fluid hit her back as Grady came all over her. He rubbed it in, marking her, she supposed, her eyelids impossibly heavy.

“Let’s give her a rest.” Burke’s deep voice sounded thick with satisfaction. She opened her eyes to see him lying before her, like a sated cat after its bowl of cream. “Oh, don’t worry, Rachel. We’re not done yet. That was just round one.”

She groaned and the others laughed. Dean withdrew and eased her onto the bed, his warm hands rubbing her back, and pushing more moisture over her. She glanced over her shoulder to see him milking threads of semen from his cock to her back.

“Like lotion,” she murmured, exhausted.

“But it has what you need,” Grady said hoarsely next to her. “Our marking scent all over you. God, Rachel, I’m spent, but I want to fuck you all over again. You’re so damned sexy.”

Burke rumbled, and soon she heard low purring all around her. They sat beside her, over her, next to her, rubbing against her with human flesh and soon with golden fur. For what felt like forever she lay in a daze while they allowed their fur to press her soft skin.

Not sure how much time had passed when she roused to consciousness, she opened her eyes to find three cougars fixated on her body, their noses in the air as if scenting something she couldn’t.

Grady rumbled in a low bass. “Damn, you’re already marked.”

Rachel stared at him in awe, blinking wide awake. “Did I just hear that, or am I overtired and imagining things?”

“No, you heard it.” Dean sounded mournful. “We marked you.” He turned to Burke and rubbed his head against his brother’s shoulder. “Come on, Burke. It’s just one night.

That was way too tame for a proper marking, anyway.”

“Yeah, Burke. A whole night. That’s what we agreed on.” Grady stopped purring, waiting for Burke’s reaction.

“I don’t like it, but I understand it. Now you need to ask Rachel.”

Three sets of eyes turned to Rachel, and she swallowed loudly. “You want to do it again?” Again? Were they inhuman? Duh. Of course they were. A stirring in her womb stunned her into admitting that she was just as inhuman. Three men—three Shifters—and Rachel. Surely a fantastic night to remember. She glanced at Burke, and without understanding how, saw him soften though his expression didn’t change.

“It’s okay, baby. This is natural, and much as I dislike to call your attention to it, most female catamounts are polygynous.” Burke took human form again, his fur gracefully melting into flesh, his feline shape shifting smoothly into a man’s.

Grady followed, shifting back. “That means they like more than one dude for sex,”

he explained to Dean, who growled before shifting back as well.

He punched Grady in the chest. “I know that, asshole. I can’t spell worth a damn, I admit, but I’m not an idiot.”

Rachel chuckled and her heart swelled at the warmth, at the familial banter between brothers. And she felt ten feet tall at the tender look in Burke’s eyes.

“Well, Rachel? What will it be?”

“I think I love you.”

Burke and the others froze.

Realizing what she’d admitted, she quickly recovered. “All of you, I meant. You’re my family now, aren’t you?”

Dean and Grady beamed, but Burke’s satisfied smirk worried her. “Yeah, baby.

We’re your family now. But brothers we ain’t.”

Dean snickered before leaning down to kiss her. More hands touched her breasts, her clit, her ass… And then no one was laughing anymore as desire pitched anew.

The next day, Rachel woke to throbbing canines, a sore ass, and a tender vagina. But her mind was clear as a bell. She felt herself turn three shades of scarlet as last night came tumbling back in all its glory, and she covered her eyes with her forearm. Hell, but she’d taken three men to bed. Had even taken it in the ass, which hadn’t been nearly as pleasant as she’d heard it could be. Of course, when Dean had kissed her all better she hadn’t complained. And being the meat in a Burke and Grady sandwich had certainly whet her appetite.

“I’m a nympho.” How the hell did she get back on track with her life after having experienced wild animal—thank God not literally “animal”—sex?

“I hope so. I love chicks who can’t say no.” Burke stroked her belly, and she stared at him in shock, having thought herself alone. He leaned up on one elbow as he caressed her. “Grady and Dean had a tour to take care of this morning. Poor guys. You wore them out and then they had to haul ass into Whitefish by ten.” His grin was wide enough to make the big bad wolf cringe, and she excused herself for the poor analogy.

“Um, Burke? You’re okay with all this?”

Burke came off his elbow to blanket her with his body. “The question is, are you okay with it, my beautiful nympho?” He nipped at her earlobe, causing a shudder of need to pass through her.

“I’m, I…” She exhaled heavily and smelled Burke with vivid senses. The sweet smell that reminded her of sex on a stick now had several other faculties to it. She could taste his satisfaction, could smell the aroma of his pleasure as his hand crept to fondle her breasts.

“God, I had you all over the place last night and I still want you.” He inhaled the skin below her ear and began purring. “I can’t get enough of you, Rachel.”

She wanted to reject her over-amorous body but couldn’t. Burke, bless him, met her needs with a gentleness she would never have expected, and his soft petting after their blissful climax had her falling so deep in love that she had a hard time remembering why she’d sworn off men for a while.

“Rachel.” He pressed his lips to the top of her head. “I’m so glad you came to us.

You belong in Cougar Falls, with us.” With me, she swore she heard whispered in her mind. She could feel him smiling into her hair.