VII

Le’on

“Hey! Put me down! Put me down!”

Le’on looked up, his hands bloody from gutting and cleaning the Starkee he and Karron had caught that morning. He sat in the middle of their home, the fire pit already lit and heating up for the meat to set to cook. Where perhaps weeks ago, the string of words would have been cause of concern, the peal of laughter from Lyra’s lips made his lips quirk in a smile.

She was over Karron’s massive shoulder, her skin dripping wet. She had been bathing – Le’on could only imagine why – and it looked as though Karron had interrupted her. She had little more than a thin wrap of a fur blanket around her, and she was laughing as she playfully pounded on Karron’s chest.

He indeed put her down, plopping her beside Le’on before joining them on the floor. She shot him a look, which perhaps would have been annoyed had the flush of arousal not been on her cheeks and her mouth still wide in a smile.

It had been two months since Lyra had returned to them. They hadn’t properly mated her… not yet. But in their explorations of getting to know each other, letting her come to terms with her life’s new direction, and she learning about them… well. Certain things had happened, things that all three of them were more than eager to indulge in. Karron had obviously done so, or at least had started to do so. Le’on could scent a sweetness from between Lyra’s legs, a tempting one that had him wishing he didn’t need to finish preparing what would be food for the next week. He shot Karron a look, and the man merely grinned at him before he tugged Lyra to him by the ankle. She squealed, the fur blanket that had been around her body sliding off.

She was a beautiful thing to look at, Le’on would admit. If he had to share her, he was glad he at least was able to share her with Karron – he was the only other man he knew who’d appreciate every facet of her body in the same way that he did. He could tell, in the way Karron’s mouth moved over Lyra’s skin, kissing and suckling at flesh to redden it beneath his teeth. Of course, it was part in tease to him, too; Karron looked over at him with mischief in his eyes as he settled between her parted thighs, nuzzling into her skin.

“Are you sure that’s what you want to be doing right now, Le?” he asked, brow quirked. Le’on rolled his eyes and huffed.

“One of us has to be responsible and prepare food.”

Karron laughed, but didn’t further reply to him. Le’on turned his eyes back to the work in front of him, sliding a plasma-knife through the supple flesh of the Starkee. He didn’t need to look to know what was going on; he heard Lyra gasp, suddenly, and moan out Karron’s name. There was a slick slurp, the sound of tongue laving against the sweet folds of pleasure that he knew rested sweetly between Lyra’s thighs.

That was fine by him; Karron having his fill then simply meant he’d be able to have his own fill later. Of course, that was easier said than done – Lyra’s wailing moans became more and more harder to ignore as they went on, got higher, more needy and desperate.

Finally – and he wasn’t certain if it was the desire or the scent or the sounds specifically that tore him away, but he had to look over again.

His member jumped, already hard but twitched at the sight in front of him. Karron had his mouth pressed deeply against Lyra’s sex, and his fingers were obviously buried deep within her. Her back was arched beautifully off the floor, and her hips writhed against Karron’s mouth. How Le’on wished that it was his hair that her fingers gripped through, his name on her lips – but that could easily be remedied.

He stood, and went into the washroom to rid his hands of the gore that had accumulated on them. Lyra’s moans followed him, and he hurried, wanting nothing more than to join the two on the floor. Karron was still very much occupied between Lyra’s thighs, and she was very much absorbed in what he was doing to her.

Le’on wanted to remedy that. Just a little.

He settled on the floor, hand already palming himself through the leathers that he wore. He leaned down, taking her in a kiss that she returned almost hungrily. He loved the taste of her on his tongue, just as sweet as the first one that he had taken from her, and he tugged her lip between his teeth, drawing out a moan from her.

“Le’on… please…”

He growled against her, and let his hand fall to her breast. He rolled a taught nipple between his fingers, pinching and pulling. He enjoyed the way she pressed her chest into his hand, and kissed his way from her lips to her neck. It was tempting to bite her there… leave his mark on her and claim her, but they hadn’t talked about that in full yet, hadn’t discussed when they would do so… But for the moment, he let the thought linger, before moving his lips to her chest.

His mouth encompassed her breast, taking the flesh into his mouth as he tugged and played at her nipple, enjoying the hardness of it within his mouth. His eyes flicked up, and he watched her face as she reveled in the ecstasy of having the two of them going at her. Her full lips were parted, her eyes screwed shut. There was a deep red flush to her already dark skin.

Her passion was beautiful.

He continued like that, as Karron stayed at her pleasurable spot, and he saw Karron’s own hand between his legs, pumping furiously as he moaned against her. He thought, amusedly, at least he wasn’t the only one that was driven completely insane by the way Lyra reacted to them. It was one of the single most satisfactory things that he had ever experienced in his entire life. He had lain with women before – shared some with Karron. None had ever pulled quite the need that he had for Lyra out of him.

Lyra came to her completion, crying out with a strangled gasp as her body shook. Le’on kept her nipple in his mouth, working the other one with his fingers. His free hand had made its way in his pants by the time Karron had strummed her up enough to spill over his lips, he squeezed and stroked at himself as Lyra rode her waves of pleasure.

“I want you…”

Her sigh was so soft, so needy. It made him groan himself, and he looked up at Karron. The other grinned at him a bit, his smile wet with the evidence of her enjoyment. They didn’t need to say a thing to each other, and switched places at the head and end of Lyra’s pretty, taught body. Karron had her flipped over, on her hands and knees. Le’on barely paid attention, knowing what Karron was after – he saw out of the corner of his eyes how eagerly Lyra took him in her mouth – and honed in on what he wanted.

His fingers splayed over her back, nails dragging over a little to welt her skin. She arched against them, and he took himself in his other hand, stroking a little as he guided himself to her entrance. Karron had done a good job at opening her up. There was little tension as the head of him nudged against her wet opening, and his eyes rolled as he was able to slip in without too much fuss.

Encased in her warmth, he groaned. There was nothing better than the feeling of her around him, tight and slick about his length. He loved the way that made her groan, muffled against the intrusion of Karron within her mouth, and that sweet little clench of her inner walls, as if she were gripping him to keep him buried within her. In response, the hand at her back went to her hair, slipping through the thick strands to hold on as his other hand went to her hip, holding her.

The pace was hard, that he and Karron set. The air was filled with the sounds of wet, slapping skin, groans and grunts of pleasure and the whines of Lyra between them. Their pleasure went around and ‘round, as if it filled the space just as much as the sounds and scents of it, too.

He slid in and out of her, enjoying the grip of her body on him. It was a sweet ecstasy that had his head tossed back, nails digging into Lyra’s hips. When he finally came, it was deep inside her body, flooding her insides and gushing out and around his full, hard length. He heard the guttural growls of Karron ahead of him as he did the same, and the following tightness of Lyra around him let him know he had brought her over the edge with them, as well.

Not wanting to be done, though, he kept rocking his hips, remaining inside of her. Never before had he wanted to mate so badly… the desire burned deep in his veins, that need to claim and keep her as his and Karron’s.

Soon, he thought though. Soon.