Six hours later and Ivory was completely exhausted. Once they had trekked back to her home above the bar, Ronan had placed her in the shower before calling the witch conclave to report what had transpired. She wasn’t ashamed to admit that she had curled up on the tile floor and allowed herself to bawl her eyes out for five minutes before agreeing with her cat and acknowledging she had no other choice. Lee – Matthew, whatever – would have raped her and killed her men, she had no doubt about that. Still – she had killed a man and she was going to have to live with that.
She smiled, hearing the rumble of male voices down the hall. At least she wasn’t going to have to live with it alone. She got the feeling she was going to have three very large, very possessive housemates who would support her through it. At least, she hoped she would. It was one of the reasons why she was procrastinating in the kitchen, fiddling with the dirty dishes instead of in the bedroom with Vaughn, Ronan, and Seth.
It had taken less than an hour for two representatives from the conclave to show up. They were both marshals and Ivory was happy to see they were not bat shit crazy. Her three familiars had explained the situation in its entirety, from them taking on the job as her bodyguards, to discovering Ivory was a descendant of the Panthera bloodline, and finally Matthew’s insanity and Libby’s involvement. An additional two marshals had arrived within another hour, with two senior witches and their familiars arriving a couple of hours after that. The mess that was her former stalker was dealt with in quick order – nothing like a little magic to clean up a crime scene. And the entire magical entourage had settled into her once spacious living room. With four marshals, three witches, and six familiars in it – including Libby – it hadn’t seemed so roomy.
Ivory was saddened when she thought of her friend. The sassy, vibrant, mouthy woman she knew had disappeared beneath a guilt-ridden, tortured, broken person. The betrayal she felt over Libby’s involvement cut deep but what hurt worse was the knowledge of the abuse Libby had suffered at the hands of her witch. He should have been her greatest friend and ally; her family. But instead, he had abused his position and harmed that which was most precious; his familiar. Ivory was feeling just as guilty over her ignorance. How could she not have known Libby was in trouble? Some friend she was. It just proved you never really knew what was going on behind closed doors. Libby had been taken by the marshals for further questioning but Ivory fully intended to stay in touch. As far as she was concerned, they’d both kind of been shitty friends, what with the whole stalking thing on Libby’s part and the obliviousness on Ivory’s. They’d make it up to each other though.
The two witch representatives from the conclave had been extremely nice and sincerely shocked to learn of Ivory’s story, especially the part where she had been hiding from them. They had assured her that carrying familiar blood was rare but by no means a punishable offence and had guaranteed her they would look into who had suggested such a thing in the first place. Ivory had been dubious to believe them at first. Her mother and her grandfather before her, had drilled the need to run and hide into her head from birth. Someone had cared enough about the purity of her bloodline that her grandfather had felt the need to fake his own death. When she thought of all the years her mother had been scared of her own shadow, moving them from place to place, always looking over her shoulder for no reason? It made her sad beyond measure. It was such a waste of life.
Well, Ivory wasn’t going to waste one more second. She had three hunks in her bedroom whom she loved deliriously. First, she was going to tell them. Second, she was going to bang their brains out. And third? She figured living happily ever after sounded just about right. Chuffed with her plan, she made her way down the hallway, pushing open the bedroom door … and coming to an abrupt halt.
Seth and Vaughn were gloriously naked and Seth had Vaughn pinned below him on the mattress as he pounded into him with complete abandon. Ivory felt herself become immediately wet as her senses went into hyperdrive; the musky scent of sex was ripe in the air, and the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh were an erotic sympathy, tantalising and satisfying at the same time. Her eyes searched the corners of the room looking for her third man, and sure enough, there he was; naked and hard, eyes glowing with a sensual light as he palmed his own rigid length.
She knew they all had their kinks – woo hoo, she celebrated silently – and Ronan’s was watching. Yep – the chilled, quiet, peace-keeper of the group was a bit of a voyeur. It was always the quiet ones. But when in a relationship with three other people, Ivory figured it really worked out well. She’d never really given much thought to voyeurism before – had hardly even watched much porn. But as her eyes ate up Seth and Vaughn’s show, she believed she was now a convert. They were a thing of beauty and seeing Vaughn give up his iron-fisted control and submitting to his partner, was a real turn on.
She stepped into the room fully, pulling off pieces of clothing as she walked nimbly across the distance separating her and the boys. She saw Ronan’s pupils dilate as they took in her appearance but he made no move to come to her, instead he watched as she performed her mini strip tease. Dirty voyeur, she thought fondly. When she finally reached him, Ronan wrapped both his arms around her bare waist, bringing their bodies into full contact. He dipped his head, planting a chaste kiss on her lips;
“You okay?” he asked.
She felt her heart melt upon hearing the two softly spoken words. They were all naked, either highly aroused or already having sex, and yet the first words out of his mouth were concern for her emotional wellbeing. Was it any wonder she was in love with him?
“I’m fine. I’m with you,” she answered, truthfully.
The smile she received could have rivalled the sun in its intensity. Palming his face, she caressed his bottom lip with her thumbs, “I love you, Ronan.”
His breath caught and she thought she saw the suspicious sheen of tears in his lovely green eyes before he raised his hands to her face, copying her hold; “I love you, Ivory,” he stated, also copying her words.
Joy burst inside her and she figured the wattage of her own smile must also be blinding. Leaning forward, she kissed him with all the happiness bubbling inside of her – and a healthy dose of her lust as well, just for good measure. When they came up for air, they were both panting hard, with Seth and Vaughn’s moans a lovely soundtrack behind them. She smiled up at Ronan one last time and turned around to watch her very own live porno.
Ronan wrapped his arms around her from behind, and although she could feel him hard and insistent at her back, he made no move to rectify his situation, “I suppose you love them too, huh?” he spoke, lightly.
She grinned, loving his playful side and loving that she could be free to be playful too. She sighed and shook her head, “I’m afraid I do.”
“Oh, well. Considering I love them too, I can’t fault your taste.”
She laughed with happiness, enjoying the show on the bed in front of her until Seth’s bandaged hand caught her attention and she remembered his terrible injury. Familiars healed fast, so it was already healing well. But it still worried her, “Should Seth really be quite so … vigorous?” she asked Ronan.
“He seems plenty fit to me. But let’s see, shall we?” Ronan looped an arm around her waist and ushered her forward, “Vaughn, does Seth seem fit enough to you?” he inquired, bending close enough to look into his lover’s eyes.
Vaughn merely moaned in pleasure, Seth apparently hitting that secret spot inside of him with unerring accuracy and unrelenting force.
“I’d say Seth’s managing just fine,” Ronan decided, making her laugh. These guys were so much fun in the bedroom. She couldn’t believe how lucky she was.
“I’m fine, babe,” that was Seth’s voice, now husky with desire, “But, if you want, you can always lend me another hand,” he waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
She grinned but shook her head, palming Ronan’s cock now and eliciting a throaty groan from him; “My hands are full.”
Seth tsked, slowing the movements of his hips and causing a disgruntled Vaughn to buck his own hips in objection. Seth merely slapped him on one well-toned arse cheek, “Patience,” he chided.
And Ivory was definitely going to add spanking to her list of ‘things to do in her harem’. The sound of Seth’s palm making contact with Vaughn’s butt? Capital H … O ... T.
“You know, you’re going to have to learn to multitask with three men to satisfy,” Seth continued.
“Oh, am I just? And what if I think it’s all of you who are going to have to learn to satisfy me?” she inquired, running a lazy hand over her own breast, down her stomach and, and into her own heat. Three distinct male groans were like music to her ears and she smiled in triumph – for about a second – before she found herself airborne. She landed with her lips conveniently close to Vaughn’s and decided to take advantage, teasing them open with her tongue. He opened in a second and she felt her desire igniting to flashpoint as their breath mingled and their tongues duelled.
To her surprise, Vaughn gentled the kiss, sipping and tasting rather than conquering and she sighed in contentment. When they parted, the emotion in his eyes had the breath snagging in her throat. Having just seen the same look in Ronan’s eyes, she recognised the look for what it was; love. Her perpetually grumpy lover opened and closed his mouth silently and she decided to cut him some slack. He was a man of few words in the best of times.
“I love you, Vaughn.”
He nodded briskly as if he knew all along and followed it up with; “Ivory, I love you. So much,” he jerked forward again, kissing her passionately this time and she gave herself up to the lust taking over her body once more.
Large hands spanned her waist, climbing higher before settling over her breasts. Calloused fingers plucked and squeezed at her right nipple even as wet heat engulfed her left. She pulled away from Vaughn’s lips, moaning and gripping Ronan’s hair in encouragement. He nibbled his way up her neck, before sucking up a mark just under her ear. Ronan knew it was a hot spot for her and she felt her cat leaping to the surface at the contact. Kitty knew its mate was near and wanted to play.
Now that her glamour was no longer in place, the half of her that was familiar was very vocal. Her predator drive was strong and the cat recognised its mates in the three male black jaguars in the room. As far as her animal was concerned, these males were hers and no-one else would ever do.
Wanting to play and needing to mark her territory once and for all, she allowed her claws to unsheathe and score lightly over Ronan’s back. She didn’t draw blood but she was sure there would be long red streaks as a testament to her beast. A deep growl rumbled through her lover’s chest and she saw his pupils transform into vertical slits as his panther responded to its mate. He slipped his hands under her back and flipped her quickly and unceremoniously onto her stomach. She found herself with her butt high in the air and her shoulders pushed onto the giving mattress. She shivered when she recalled Ronan’s words upon first learning they were mates; he wanted to mount her and sink his teeth into her. Oh boy, she sure hoped he was about to follow through.
Apparently, Seth also liked the idea because he withdrew from a complaining, cursing Vaughn, forcing him onto his hands and knees before holding him steady and plunging back into him in one smooth motion. Ivory ate up the sight, reaching out to run a hand through Vaughn’s sweaty hair. He turned his face towards hers, smiling with his breath panting harshly, and she saw his eyes flick beyond her. A second later, warm hands stroked over her back from neck to rump, before Ronan’s fingers found her core, testing her readiness. He needn’t have bothered – she had been drenched since she stepped into the doorway.
“Ronan, now,” she begged, pushing her hips back and wiggling her arse provocatively from side to side. One stinging slap to her left butt cheek had her crying out in surprise and desire. That had felt good – too good – and she glanced over her shoulder at Ronan so he could see the pleasure in her gaze. He smirked a little, lodging the head of his cock at her entrance for one heart-stopping second before plunging into her heated depths. He set a demanding pace and all she could do was grip the sheets beneath her and hang on for the ride. All too soon, she began to feel the tell-tale clenching of her womb and tingling in her clit. Just a little bit more, she thought. Just like magic, Ronan reached around, placing a heavy thumb on her clit, stroking firmly even as she felt elongated canines sink into the flesh where her neck met her shoulder.
She detonated. There was no other word for it. She screamed, biting into the sheets, shuddering as her body clenched in a seemingly endless spasm of pleasure. Spots danced in front of her eyes – a series of snarls, groans, and roars meeting her ears as each man also became lost in the pleasure of the moment. She slumped onto the mattress, all strength alluding her. She received a soothing kiss between the shoulder blades from Ronan as he moved from behind her and she murmured tiredly in thanks. Commanding her neck muscles to move, she watched Seth pull from Vaughn carefully, gently laying him down on a clean area of the sheets. They were a mess.
She gave about a second’s thought to forcing them all into the shower but Vaughn was already cuddling up beside Ronan where he had collapsed in a sated heap. The two had the goofy, satisfied looks of the well-fucked and she didn’t have the heart to chastise them for not cleaning up. The mattress dipped and she saw Seth had returned with a couple of warm washcloths. He set about gently tidying up a snoozing Vaughn and a contented Ronan. Judging by the way neither man moved, she assumed this was a regular occurrence. Her Seth, the youngest of the three men and the most light-hearted, was also the most nurturing.
After he finished with the men, she allowed him to tend to her as well, opening her arms in welcome after he threw the washcloths back into the bathroom. He rolled her on top of him, apparently deciding she was going to be his blanket for the night, “Seth?”
“Hmm?”
“I love you.”
She felt his arms tighten around her and his breath stutter from his chest. She raised her head, her jaguar allowing her to see just fine in the dark. His eyes were open and focused on hers – and he was smiling that same smile filled with love; “I love you too.”
She kissed him, pouring out her passion and love and happiness. Three for three. I got my trifecta. High five! she mentally cheered.
“I love you too, Ronan. I love you, Vaughn,” Seth followed up, making sure his other lovers knew where they stood – always right beside him, Ivory knew.
“I love you too, Seth,” Ronan replied from the darkness.
“Yes, yes. We all love each other. We’re just one big happy fucking family. Now can you all shut up and go to sleep?”
Ivory felt her mouth drop open for a moment before she laughed, sharing her amusement with Ronan and Seth. Vaughn sure did have a way with words.
Because they were indeed, one big happy fucking family.
THE END