Between Feather and Fur (Gryphon Melds #1) (8 page)

Chapter Seven

The blaring of Abba music filled their home. “Look what’s happened to our girl.” Ben leaned against the door to the office watching as Arial went about her cleaning duties. She banished them while she steam mopped the white marble floor in the main dining and kitchen area.

Steve rolled his chair across the room to peek out. She danced across the floor with the mop, singing to the end of the device.

“That is not the same woman who first arrived on our door step four weeks ago.”

Indeed, Ben was right, she’s happy, vibrant, full of life and oh, so beautiful. Steve’s cock swelled, watching her breasts jiggling with each movement.

Memories of last night flooded his mind; he licked his lips wanting a repeat.

“I know, I want her again, too.” They treated her to breakfast in bed this morning, as no one had eaten the night before other than Ben.

Knowing she would be sore after her the pommeling they put her through. As much as their morning woodies wanted back inside her, she needed time to adjust and recover.

“That’s how a woman should look, satisfied and in love.” Pride filled Ben’s tone and Steve wholly agreed.

“It’s time tell her what we are; she loves us, and she is brimming with new self-confidence which I fucking adore.” Ben nodded.

“There’s no hurry, look how happy she is. Let’s all enjoy this, you want to spoil this?” Steve chuckled when she did a little twirl, and then threw her hand in the air to the beat of dancing queen.

Ben sighed. Telling her won’t spoil anything, she’ll get over the shock. Remember what our fathers told us; our chosen ones always come to terms with what we really are in the end.”

“My mum suggested we start with the story book.”

“Our mum’s have been good for Arial. Remind me to send them a big bunch of flowers and a thank you note. I’m sure they had a good hand in what happened last night, explaining the nuances of threesome relationships.”

Ben scrunched his nose. “Eww, I don’t want to think about my parents and sex, thank you.”

“How do you think they birthed you and your twin genius?”

Ben snorted. “Just because you’re Mr. Insensitive, our kids aren’t going to want to know how we fucked their mother thirty years from now.”

“Didn’t your dad ever have the birds and bees and the happy wife, happy life talk?”

Ben gave Steve a dry look. “Just who was reminding you about the basics last night?”

Steve shrugged. “I had blue, fucking balls. Both my heads were lost when presented with all Arial’s lush bounty.”

Ben rolled his eyes. “We suffered the same length of absence. You just can’t keep your Lion under control; always knew we Eagles had better stamina.”

Steve scoffed. “Fucker.”

“Dick for brains.”

The song faded to a softer tune, and she went back to serious mopping. Still, neither could take their eyes off her. She glanced up and caught them staring at her, grinned and shook her head. They both ducked back into the office like naughty school boys, with their hands caught in the lolly jar.

“We’re pathetic.” Steve shook his head. “It’s Saturday and we haven’t taken her out on the town yet. Let’s show our prize off.”

“And have other men drool over her.” Ben folded his arms. “I’d rather not.”

“They can look, but never touch, we’ll see to it. Let’s show her a good time can be had outside the home also. She’s had no life oppressed under that fucker. We need to make up for all the fun times she’s missed out on.”

“Yeah, but not all at once.”

The sharp trill of the home phone made them both jump. Steve, who was nearer, snatched it up before Ben could reach across the table.

“Steven,” he barked into the phone.

“You sound tense, not been getting any little bro?”
A familiar voice made him smile.

Ben went back to leaning on the door frame, the same soppy expression on his face.

“Hey big bro, when did you two get back?”

Ben glanced back at him.

“Yesterday evening, I hear congratulations are in order, you found your one.”

“Better fucking believe it. And by the way our dads were wrong when they said it was the best feeling in the world. Bro this is even better than that. Our woman is amazing, curves which don’t quit.”

“Show off.” Ben again rolled his yes.

Steve simply grinned feeling more than smug.

“Listen bro. We just bought a chain of nightclubs, why don’t you come tonight and bring your lady and check out the Melbourne one. We can have a nice brotherly catch up.”

“Sounds like a plan. It also makes things easier; Ben was whining about wanting to keep our one locked in our lofty tower.”

Ben flipped him the bird and vanished from the room, not before Steve caught the hungry predatory look in his eyes.
Shit, he must have spotted something Arial was doing to make him switch into stalking mode. Not that it would take much, considering how fucking sexy she is.

“Look, Tom, Ben’s stalking tail without me. Text me the address and time, and we’ll be there.”

He cut off Thomas’s laughter, slamming the phone down and pushing away from his office chair. His cock was already damn hard. He heard Arial’s squeal, and then her soft moan.
Fuck.

Barrelling into the large open space, he jolted to a halt, choking when he almost swallowed his tongue at the sexy sight. Ben had Arial flat on her back on the kitchen counter. Her legs over his wide shoulders, and his face buried between her thighs and his hands on her hips, pinning her down as he licked and sucked at her pussy.

Their moans of pleasure rose in the air along with the sweet wafting scent of her arousal.

Steve was fucking famished. His dick ached so painfully. He wanted a taste of her sweet pussy. He was a cat after all; cats loved cream more than fucking birds.

He moved in and nudged at Ben, who growled in response, unwilling to give up his prize. “Fair’s fair man, you tasted her last night, I want some cream.”

Ben pulled back. “I was here first, wait your turn.”

Arial groaned. “Do you have to argue now?” She gasped and her back arched when Ben inserted a finger knuckle deep, twisting his finger and finding her sweet spot. He loved hearing her pants and mewls.

“There are plenty of other things to play with while you’re waiting, and she’s squirming too much. Do something about it, partner.”

Fuck yeah!

Such a sight, face flushed, lips parted and panting. Steve moved around the marbled counter and took advantage of her open lips, covering them with his own. She moaned into his mouth while his fingers made quick work of her buttoned blouse. The bra in the way of his fingers he shoved it up to close a hand around her bountiful breast, loving the feel of her warm flesh.

Her hard nipple poked into his palm, so he took it between his fingers and squeezed, eliciting a gasp from her. He delved his tongue deep, sucking hers back into his own before breaking the kiss, leaving them both panting.

Her eyes open glazed with lust; by all the gods, he loved seeing her like this. “You are so fucking beautiful, mermaid.”

“Oh, Steve,” she moaned, her fingers sliding into his hair.

He tasted her skin, working his way down to where his fingers continued to tug at her nipple, hungrily taking the taut tip into his mouth, sucking on the sweet berry, before switching to the other.

Fucking delicious. How does her skin stay so sweet?

Her breath became more laboured. Steve glanced down to where Ben was working her, two fingers sliding in and out, his mouth over her clit.

Steve licked his lips in anticipation of tasting her himself. Her body tensed, and his eyes dropped to the rising flush moving over her skin.

“That’s it, mermaid, you know what’s coming, it feels so good.” He moved back up to her lips, spearing his fingers into her gorgeous silky hair, tilting her head back and capturing her scream while her body shook from the force of her orgasm.

Ben pulled back, a satisfied smirk on his lips as he licked her juices from them. His hands smoothed up and down her shaking thighs, bringing her slowly down from her high.

“This counter is too hard to fuck her on.” Ben nodded at him.

With a glance around the room, Steve shifted, gathering their now limp one into his arms. He pinned Ben with a glare. “Go get a towel, lube, and the smallest plug.”

“Bossy boots.” Still, Ben saluted and walked awkwardly off to fetch the items.

“What are you doing?” Arial gazed up at him with sleep contented eyes, he like this relaxed open look about her, but not as well as the just fucked look she would soon own.

“Ben’s had his fun mermaid; he knows it’s my turn to play with you.”

She regarded him for a long moment as he carried her down into the lounge recess. He sank down with her in his lap, cradling her against him. His hand slipped up and between her thighs.

“You make it sound as if I’m a new toy to a five year old.”

“Oh, baby, five year olds don’t do this to their toys.” He ran his hand up her slit making her gasp. She was still sensitive from Ben’s ministrations. “You’re our beautiful sexy woman. We’re more like explorers, and your lush body is our map. We’re going to learn every little inch of you, what makes you moan and scream, and when we’re done…

“We’ll start all over again, and again, now that you’ve let us into your body beautiful, there’s no keeping us out.” Ben added as he approached with the items, and then he set them down and stripped out of his clothes.

He smiled down at Arial as she licked her lips, letting her gaze wander over Ben’s sculptured body.

Her attention snapped back to Steve as he ran his finger down the folds of her sex, making her gasp and squirm. He felt her flood anew with her juices, proving she liked a little dirty talk.

Her eyes widened as Ben spread out the towel over the couch and placed the slim, black plug and lube next to it. Her breathing sped up, and her fingers curled into his shirt, a hint of fear in her eyes.

“You trust us, Arial? Have we ever brought you harm?” He turned her head, forcing her to look at him and hold her gaze.

“No, I trust you both.”

It sent warmth spreading through his heart at the lack of hesitation in her words. “You are my facts to rely on.”

He brushed back her hair.

“That’s right; we’ll always take care of you. I’m going to play with this beautiful arse of yours, mermaid. I’m not going slide my cock into it yet, not till you’re ready, but we’re going to use this, it’s the smallest of plugs.”

He turned her in his lap facing Ben, who pushed her thighs wide and knelt between them. Steve helped rid her of her askew clothing, tossing them on the floor. Ben took the plug and put the tip at her opening.

She trembled in his hold when Ben pushed the rubber plug slowly into her slippery pussy. “See, not so big now. You know our dicks are a lot bigger than this.”

Fucking her with the plug made her moan; she closed her eyes and sunk back against him. Steve pushed her forward more, taking a hold of her lower thighs, and pulling them even further apart, exposing her arse.

Steve met Ben’s gaze and nodded. Ben pulled the plug from her before squirting a generous amount of lube on it, and pushed it down to her pink rosette.

She gasped, her eyes opening. “Take a deep breath and let it out slowly.”

She obeyed. Ben slipped the tip past her opening, while at the same time rubbing her clit as he gently worked it into her until it was fully seated.

“Oh, that is beautiful.” Ben leaned forward and took her breast into his mouth.

“Such a good girl.” Steve praised, his cock pressing against her lower back. “Right. Now, buddy, it’s my turn to make her come. Arial, keep this in until we tell you to take it out, alright?”