Alyssa twisted into position and straddled Michael’s legs. Her pussy spread wide open and her ass in the air made Tyler gasp. She would be tight. He had no doubt. Probably tighter than the sweet pussy he’d been in last night. It was time to switch.
“Lower yourself over Michael.”
As Alyssa lined herself up and sank down over Michael’s cock, she rested her hands alongside Michael’s head.
Tyler didn’t take his eyes off the two shifters he would spend his life with, as though they might disappear if he did. He climbed quickly off the bed and grabbed the lube from his overnight bag. In seconds he was behind Alyssa, straddling Michael’s legs.
Her ass was so sexy he took a minute to run his fingers over the globes until she wiggled beneath him.
“Please…” Her voice was breathy.
Tyler squirted a generous amount of lube onto his fingers and circled her puckered hole until she relaxed her clenched cheeks. He slipped first one and then two fingers inside, scissoring them to stretch her. “Are you sure you aren’t too sore from last night?” He gritted his teeth, but he still didn’t want to hurt her.
“God, Tyler. Please. I need you both inside me.”
Tyler held his breath, released his fingers, and pushed his cock into her tight heat in one slow thrust. Oh my God. He knew she’d clench him more than he’d ever experienced, but this was almost unreasonable. He’d never make it through even one thrust before he shot off.
With both of them inside her, Alyssa moaned and then squirmed between them. “Please … move…”
Tyler pulled out, but it was with herculean strength that he kept from coming immediately. Think of something awful. Or at least something not the least bit sexy. Nuns. Chickens. Peanut butter.
It didn’t work. He could still feel the incredible pull of Alyssa’s ass on his cock. Hell, even peanut butter could be sexy if he spread it on her nipples and licked them clean.
Alyssa arched her back, holding herself up with wobbly arms. She even added to the rhythm by thrusting her ass back and forth with each synchronized movement of her mates. Tyler had to concentrate to keep from grabbing her hips and holding himself deep inside her.
“I’m not going to last,” he finally admitted.
“Oh … God…” Alyssa flung her head back and stiffened. She ground herself down on Michael’s cock and held still. “Tyler…”
Assuming she wanted the increased contact, Tyler pushed inside her, his cock rubbing against Michael’s through the thin lining between her pussy and her ass. The effect was to increase the clench on his dick and forced him to erupt right alongside Alyssa.
Michael groaned at the contact too and seconds later erupted with them. The contraction of Alyssa’s ass squeezed Tyler’s cock as though milking him dry.
Tyler’s legs shook when he finally came down from his perch, seemingly having floated above the bed. He had to pull out and collapse beside his mates or risk toppling them both with him.
Alyssa didn’t move. Her chest heaved on top of Michael, and Tyler watched the rise and fall of the two of them as they breathed deeply together.
God, he loved that woman. He’d known her only a few days, and already he couldn’t stand not having her next to him. He’d be a happy man if he could just keep one hand on her at all times for the rest of his life.
He considered Michael’s words from earlier and realized the deep meaning of his statement. Their trust was growing so quickly, and it was true that Tyler would be more relaxed throughout each day knowing that Michael was also there for her. As long as one of them was always close, she’d be loved and protected her entire life.
Not that she needed protecting, but shit happened in the world of shifters. Anything was possible.
“I need to shift.” Alyssa spoke while lifting herself off Michael and holding herself over his chest. He was still impaled in her pussy.
“There’s plenty of space. We can scoot over so you have room.” Michael rubbed her arms and nodded to his side.
“No, not that kind of shift. I need to shift. Run. With you two at my side.”
“Oh.” Michael smiled, and Tyler grabbed her arm to get her attention.
When she looked at him, Tyler saw the conviction in her gaze. “Are you ready?”
Alyssa nodded. “Is now okay?”
“Absolutely. Let’s go outside.” Michael lifted Alyssa off his shaft and sat up.
Tyler stood first and grabbed Alyssa’s hand.
“Is there anything I need to know?” Her eyes grew huge with unanswered questions.
“Not really. It’s totally natural. It’ll just come. As soon as you shift, you’ll quickly adjust. It’s so freeing.” Tyler tugged her toward the door.