Page 72 of Eat. Prey. Love.
Best. Valentine’s. Day. Ever. Motherfuckers.
Felix’s rough tongue traces circles around my nipples, his fangs grazing tender flesh, sending jolts of pleasure-pain down to my core. Fitz’s hands are on my hips, guiding me back against him, his erection pressing insistently at my entrance. Wet and wanting, I welcome him inside with a gasp, my body yielding to his invasion.
“Shhhh,” Fitz whispers, his hot breath tickling my ear. “I’m not sharing with the winged weenies right now, only my bro. So keep that pretty mouth closed unless we occupy it, Baby Girl.”
I bite back my moans as Felix enters me from the front, filling me completely. The sensation of being stretched, taken by both, is overwhelming. Together, they move in a rhythm that steals the breath from my lungs, their dual assault driving me toward a precipice I’m all too eager to tumble over.
“Princess, you’re so damn wet it’s like a waterfall,” the elder twin says as his hands squeeze my breasts. Fitz is helping me stay upright, but Felix is definitely leading the charge in this menage.
Our climaxes crest quickly then crash in a silent symphony, waves of ecstasy that leave us shuddering in unison. They release me from their grasp, shifting back to human forms with a wink and a nudge to send me on my way. Legs trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure, I straighten and continue my flight, knowing full well the sky-bound pair won’t be far behind.
How the fuck am I going to concentrate with my thighs covered in cum and my clothes in tatters?
My steps are less sure as I continue my path through the forest my body languid and sated, betraying my every attempt at silence. In my haze of bliss, I miss the gap in the treeline until it’s too late. Renard looms before me, his hard onyx skin gleaming in the moonlight—a dark and fearsome sentinel. Beside him, Aubrey’s scales catch the starlight, casting prisms across his imposing form.
“Goddamn it,” I breathe out, eyeing their massive, half-shifted bodies. “You assholes were justwaiting.”
“Aren’t we always?” Aubrey teases. “Hunting for dinner, then having you for dessert is one of our favorite activities, snack size.”
“Uh-uh,” I say, holding my hand up. “There’s no way I can do this with you two… half-monsters. Not together. We’ve discussed this.”
“Give us a tail, Dolly,” Renard urges, his voice a low rumble of desire. “Your bunny changes everything; I promise,ma petite.”
My romantic Frenchman would never fib to me about this, so he must be right.
Hesitant yet curious, I let the change take hold. Rabbit traits emerge, sharp and soft in equal measure—the length of my ears, the twitch of my nose, the fluff of my tail, the short, soft fur covering my limbs. Aubrey chuckles at the sight, his excitement at cuteness palpable, while Renard circles, admiring my feral allure.
When my amulet dissolves the last of my clothes, they strike. Caught between stone and scale, I’m lifted into the air, soaring high above the treetops. The sensations are magnified, the fearlessness of flight combining with the rawness of their touch. Renard fills me, stretching me in ways that draw a helpless cry from my lips, and then Aubrey joins, his unique texture sending sparks of heat through my core.
I’m not sure I won’t break in half before we come, but man, what a fucking way to go.
Our skyward dance is fierce and brief, driven by the urgency of our shared hunt. The night becomes a blur of passion and pleasure, and when we finally descend to the clearing where it all began, my cries echo into the night, a testament to the hunt’s thrilling end.
My legs give out when Rennie lets go of me, the forest floor spinning slightly as I try to find my footing. Fitz is there in an instant, his strong arms steadying me with a gentleness that belies his earlier ferocity. From the picnic basket, he retrieves a soft, plush robe, its fabric comforting against my sensitized skin. He drapes it over my shoulders and I can’t help but lean into his embrace, the warmth of his body a stark contrast to the cool night air.
Always there to catch me, that’s my crazypants mate.
“Seems our Princess had her fill,” Felix teases, his voice laced withtriumph as he begins gathering scattered utensils from the forest floor. “You’re in charge of bunny wrangling, bro.”
“More like she’s been thoroughly hunted,” Chess adds, his smirk audible even without seeing his face.
I crack an eye open to look at him, wondering if this bit of edge will lead to us mating next. His cocksure attitude tonight tells me it’s possible, and that makes me smile drowsily, even though I want to snap back with something witty, but my words are slow, my brain languid and sated. “You guys suck,” I manage, the attempted scold weak and unconvincing.
Rennie chuckles, his deep voice resonant in the quiet of the clearing. “Very well, from the looks of it,ma petite.”
Aubrey, wiping down a now empty platter, gives me a conspiratorial wink. “And we will again once you’re ready, lunchable. Fitzgerald will attend to your aftercare when we get home, and once you rest, we will give it another go.”
“Best... Valentine’s... ever,” I mumble, feeling my eyelids grow heavy. The praise is genuine, the experiences of the night engraved indelibly upon my memory.
“Time for sub-space bunnies to get home and cleaned up,” Fitz murmurs, lifting me effortlessly into his arms. As they tidy up the last remnants of our celebration, I nestle against Fitz’s chest, the steady beat of his heart lulling me towards oblivion.
“Thank you,” I whisper, knowing my gratitude is felt by each one of them.
With that, I let the darkness take me, the journey back to the library nothing but a distant motion as I drift into sleep, cradled by the love of my men.
School’s Out For The Summer
The glowof the computer screen flickers against the lenses of my glasses, a soft hum of electricity whispering secrets in the quiet library. I tap a finger with deliberate care on the mousepad, opening an email that has just chimed into my inbox. My eyes scan the contents quickly, the words from my Smithsonian colleague igniting a flicker of excitement within my chest.