Shifters' Captive:Magical Menages 1(24)

The other shifter moved around to Sherrie's front and he bent to take  her other breast into his mouth, suckling side by side with Grant. She  thrust her chest toward them, whimpering in delight. Her hand curved  around the back of Grant's head. He glanced over to see the fingers of  her other hand threaded through Walker's dark hair, holding him to her  chest.

"Oh, God, so beautiful. So much." Her words in his head were nearly  incoherent, but their intent was clear. She was enraptured by the sight  of them both sucking on her tits, thrilled by the feeling of their hands  caressing her back, buttocks and belly.

After several moments, Grant let her hardened nipple slip from his mouth  and surrendered the territory of her breasts to John while he moved  farther south. He kissed and licked his way down her stomach and the  soft skin of her groin.

Kissing a path around her trimmed tuft of toffee-colored hair, he  nuzzled between her thighs and breathed deeply. The catnip of her pussy  drew him. He lapped her juices and flicked his tongue lightly over her  clit until she jerked against his mouth.

The pleasure of sex would have been enough, whether in the astral or  physical world, but this was far more than a simple threesome. Whatever  was percolating among the three of them was building a powerful head of  steam.

He didn't want Sherrie to come yet and knew she was close to it if he  kept working her clit so he gripped Sherrie's hips and burrowed his face  farther between her legs. He probed his tongue inside her, stroking as  deeply as he could and tasting the ambrosia of her juices. Even with her  thighs half covering his ears, he heard her loud groan. The sound  pushed him over. He couldn't wait any longer. He had to be inside her.  Standing upright, he moved behind her and let his cock rest in the  groove between her cheeks.

Over her shoulder he met Walker's gaze as the man glanced up at him. His  mouth was still wrapped around Sherrie's nipple. Grant brushed her hair  aside, kissed her neck and sucked her earlobe.

"You like this?" he whispered, making his voice huskier, his words  seductively harsh. "You like being the center of attention? Why don't  you get down on your hands and knees and suck off Walker while I fuck  you from behind?"

Sherrie whimpered and nodded. Walker pulled away from her tits and she  got on her hands and knees in front of him. Her submissive position was  so arousing Grant felt ready to come merely from looking at her. He  dropped to his knees behind her and grasped her waist in his hands. Her  rear tilted saucily toward him. Another bolt of desire shot through him  like lightning.

John knelt facing Sherrie and held his erection to her lips. His jaw  clenched tight and he watched with a feverish gaze as she sucked him  into her mouth.

Grant guided his cock to her pussy and sank into her. Heat and wetness  surrounded him like a humid summer afternoon, and he groaned in  satisfaction. He grasped her hips, pulled out and thrust again, his  groin slapping against her ass. Again, apart from the pure pleasure of  fucking, power spread through all of them, compounding and growing.

"Give it to me. Give it all to me." Sherrie's voice sounded in his head,  urging him on, and he obeyed, moving faster, filling her harder while  the storm within him mounted.

Grant glanced at Walker only a few feet from him across the span of  Sherrie's arching back and bobbing head. The other man's expression was  blissful. His lips were slack and the dark sweep of his eyelashes fanned  against his cheeks. He was hot, sexy, desirable. Grant leaned forward  and fastened his mouth over his moist lips in a soul-sucking kiss.

The circuit was complete. Energy arched through them, binding them  together. The charge was almost painful, but no more so than shifting,  and the elation was mind-blowing. Grant groaned into the other man's  mouth, but didn't stop kissing him as he pumped furiously into Sherrie.

"Now. Give it to me now." The command filled Grant's mind and his climax rushed through his body.

A burst of light filled him-filled all of them-and exploded like a star gone supernova.



Sherrie moaned as she swallowed John's cock even deeper and felt Grant  bury himself inside her. She clenched around his thickness, her muscles  gripping him hard. His body quaked as he released.         

     



 

Simultaneously John jerked and warm fluid gushed in the back of her  throat. Power spun around and through them like an out of control  Tilt-o-Whirl. She tried to seize and contain that energy even while her  own climax threatened to spin her away.

This must be what being caught in a flash flood is like. She held onto  her consciousness as if it was flotsam floating by. Somehow she must  harness this powerful flood, hold it inside her and find a way to direct  it at Janus.

Her companions were finished, spent and sagging. John withdrew first,  his cock sliding from her mouth. He sat back on his heels, and Sherrie  wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Grant pulled out next,  affectionately patting her bottom before moving away. She was empty once  more.

But not empty. She was full of the crazy energy she'd yet to expend.  Suddenly, as if a cartoon light bulb had gone off over her head, Sherrie  knew what she should do. Rising to her feet, she looked down at John  and Grant on either side of her, both panting although their astral  forms had no need for air.

She extended her hand to John. "It's time to go back. I have a plan." He looked up, still gasping. "Yeah?"

She turned to Grant. "Get your physical body woken up and head for the  cave. Wait outside until I give you a signal. Don't interrupt me with  Janus-or Evan, whatever his name is-no matter what happens unless I call  for you, okay?"

Grant frowned, clearly not liking her handing out orders. "What are you going to do?"

"My new ‘brother' wants me to share power? I'm gonna give it to him."

"Hold on a second." John rose to his feet. "You can't just rush into this. Tell us exactly what you have in mind."

"No time. I don't want to lose this charge of power, and we still have  to get back to the cave. Trust me. I know what I'm doing." I hope.

Grant gave a disgruntled snort, but he was already obeying orders, settling back into his physical self.

His eyes opened and he sat up as Sherrie took hold of John's hand and turned to go.

John stopped her with a hand cupping her face and looked into her eyes. "Be careful. Don't take any unnecessary risks."

"I won't. I promise. I don't want anything bad to happen to me anymore than you do. But now we've got to fly."

She gave him a quick kiss on the lips, grasped his hand again and pulled  him with her. They raced with lightning speed back through the forest,  into the cave, past Evan and down the shaft to where their bodies lay  twined together.

Entering her physical form with a jolt, Sherrie gasped and her eyes flew  open. The darkness, through which she'd been able to see in her other  form, was pitch black again. It was like being in a rocky womb.

She clung to John, running her hands over his solid form, clothed once  more, and holding his face between her palms. The stubble of his jaw  scraped her skin.

"Hey, are you with me?" she whispered.

"Mm," he grunted. "Feels like I'm caked in mud."

She knew what he meant. Her body was constricting too, after the freedom of being weightless and buoyant in astral space.

"What I want you to do is play dead or at least unconscious. I'm going  to get Blake to believe I've zapped your energy. After he gets me out of  here, I'll show him just how much power I've got."

"You have to be careful. He holds a lot of lives besides ours in his hands."

"I know. I can't explain it, but suddenly I know exactly what to do, how  to play this. Trust me." She pressed a fierce kiss to his mouth and  hugged him tight, praying everything would go the way she hoped and this  wouldn't be the last time she held or kissed him.

After she pulled away, John whispered, "I'm so sorry I dragged you into all this. Be careful. If anything happened to you, I'd-"

"Shh. It's okay." She pressed her hand against his chest and felt his  racing heart. "Now lie down." John slumped on the ground, slowing his  breathing until it was barely audible. Sherrie squeezed his hand once  before calling for Blake.

"Hey, come here! I did it. Let me out."

Her heart pounding as hard as John's, she waited for the bobbing light  and the sound of their captor's voice. Her skin itched, every hair  standing on end as adrenaline and potent energy coursed through her  body. This was it, make or break time. Either her plan would work or  she'd put herself and the shifters in even greater danger. But, hell, it  couldn't get much worse than being imprisoned in a cave and threatened  with death.

As she saw light approaching, Sherrie did a quick deep breathing  exercise to clear her mind and practiced what she was going to say. Her  role was an easy one to play since she actually was excited, but for  different reasons than she was about to give to Evan Blake.