Wanted by the Alphas (An Extremely Sensual Paranormal Shifter Romance) (19 page)

Lucien scoops Shannon up in his arms, and
they all clamber onto the barge. Surprisingly, or perhaps not
surprisingly in this place, the barge does not bob and the water
does not splash with their added weight. They all settle onto the
floor of the barge – with Lucien and Kirk supporting Shannon
between them – and the ferryman poles them off.

“Hurry,” Kirk says, but the ferryman ignores
him.

Time passes strangely in this place. Shannon
sees strange trees – some of which are alive with moving branches.
Beings which are crosses between animals – stags with men’s penises
and hairy legs, goats with pigs’ tails, giant butterflies with
faces of cherubs – stare at them as they pass from behind the trees
and shrubs. Some follow them down the banks of the stream,
jabbering excitedly in their language.

“I think we’d be right at home here,” Jared
says to Kirk.

“No. These are not shapeshifters.”

“They are more dangerous than shapeshifters.
They crave our live source, our vitality, our energy. Do not engage
any of them,” Lucien warns.

“You speak as if you’ve travelled this place
many times,” Kirk observes.

“Not many times. But I knew of it since I was
a child. My sister and I were curious, and so we conducted our own
forays into this place without my father’s knowledge. Sometimes, we
barely escaped with our lives.”

Kirk smiles. “Yeah, I know the feeling of
childhood curiosity. It happens to us shifters too, but in a
different way.”

There is so much she doesn’t know about the
two men in her life, Shannon thinks.

Time passes, and soon, the ferryman stops
poling the barge.

“The Tree,” he says.

Shannon averts her head. Her vision is
becoming a blur. She sees a majestic tree on the bank, which towers
over everything else. The tree’s hoary branches are swaying on
their own like arms with spindly hands to no wind she can feel on
her skin. Or perhaps her skin is already incorporeal.

“Tell us what we must do,” Lucien says
tersely.

“The Tree stands on hallowed ground. There is
a cross section of ley lines and nodes under its roots. But its
magick has to be activated by you.”

“How?”

“Love binds the three of you and her brother
as well. Therefore, the most potent magick which can be harnessed
is sex magick.”

Shannon stirs at this.

“How?” Kirk says, echoing her faint
thoughts.

“How do you think?” Lucien says. His mouth is
set in a grim line. “Help me with her. Jared, can you walk?”

“Yes.”

Together, they climb out of the barge and lay
Shannon on the ground beneath the tree. The grass here is sparse,
and the earth is a shifting surface of sand, rock, slate, and
granite – all interchanging geologic features on a strange bed.
Shannon can feel the power emanate from the tree, the ground,
everything around her like a primal surge – a sustained blast of
energy. She is almost buffeted by its sheer, raw force.

Lucien gently strokes the hair from her
forehead.

“Shannon, listen to me,” he says. “I’m going
to make love to you, and if it isn’t enough, Kirk will join in to
add his power. You will not be hurt. It’s the only way to make you
better. You understand?”

She nods. Or thinks she nods, but can’t be
sure because she can’t feel her neck.

How am I going to experience this lovemaking
then? she wonders. This is all so strange. So worrying. So
wondrous. So terrifying.

They are all naked, and so there are no
clothes to shed.

“Kneel at her head and hold her hands,”
Lucien instructs Jared.

Jared does so. He pulls up her arms so they
are outstretched. He kneels, and she can see his anxious face
peering down at her.

“You’ll be OK, Shannon.”

“I shouldn’t have made you come,” she says
weakly.

“No. It was meant to be like this.”

Lucien straddles her. His cock is already
erect. He parts her legs, although she can hardly feel them.

“Shannon,” he says, his stunning blue eyes
full of complex emotions, “look at me.”

She looks at him. He enters her, but she
cannot feel a thing. Her body here has already vanished to the
point of almost nothingness. Still holding her gaze, he rocks
against her.

“Shannon,” Kirk says, and his voice is full
of pain. He is by her side, and he is stroking her body, her
breasts. Once again, she cannot feel anything.

This is surreal, she thinks. Both her lovers
are working together frantically, trying to save her life in this
cold, visionary landscape.

She can’t breathe anymore. She can’t speak.
She can’t feel. She can’t react.

“Shannon, stay with me,” Lucien says. He
intensifies his movements. She can tell he is doing this by the
rabid pumping of his hips against hers.

“She’s disappearing,” Kirk says to Lucien.
“Please . . . do something.”

Lucien pulls out. His beautiful features are
strained.

“Kirk, help me get her up.”

They pluck her from the ground, and she
doesn’t weigh anything at all. Lucien lays his long body down.

“Shannon,” he says, “don’t be alarmed by
this.”

How can she be alarmed by anything? Her
feelings are already hollow. Her emotions are already null.

They sit her up and spread her legs so that
she is straddling Lucien instead. He penetrates her again, and she
doesn’t feel a thing. They have to support her body because she is
so limp.

Then Lucien says: “Kirk, do what you
must.”

They flop her body, joined to Lucien’s, so
that she is chest to chest with him – but because he is so tall,
her breasts can only rub against the lower part of his ribcage.
Kirk goes behind her.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Shannon,” he
says.

I can’t be hurt anymore, she thinks
drowsily.

She can’t be sure because she is too listless
to turn her head, but he penetrates her anal passage – her tight
virgin hole – with his hard penis. Now she is sandwiched between
the two men who love her and who would give anything for her. Kirk
starts the rhythm while Lucien steadies her, and she is jerked back
and forth.

Ohhh. If only she can feel something.

Something is definitely happening. The power
is surging through the ground and the geology of its surface is
changing at a rapid speed. Dizzying colors light the earth up as if
it is a disco panel.

“Keep going,” Jared urges them.

The power is seeping into her body through
Lucien’s on the ground. Heat suffuses her flesh and tingles run all
over her limbs and torso, as if her blood circulation has been
started up again. She can actually feel the rubbing of Lucien’s
groin against hers now and the slapping of Kirk’s hips against her
buttocks.

Her pussy and anus begin to experience the
raw, massaging motions of the two penises in them. She grips her
fists. Jared sees this and catches hold of one of them.

“It’s working,” he cries. “Faster.”

The two men’s body heat permeates her cold
skin. Now her nerves are running riot, eliciting sensations all
over. It is as if all her senses are being stimulated again –
touch, pain, heat, cold, pressure. She is experiencing them all at
once, and the shock threatens to eclipse her.

The fulfillment of double penetration
declares its presence. She can feel herself being filled as she has
never been filled before. Both men’s cocks are huge, and it seems
that her groin – front and back – are stretched to bursting. The
thin membrane between the two majestic rods of flesh is compressed
and pummeled joyously.

“Ohhhh!’ she cries out with the agony and
ecstasy of it.

“Stay with her,” Jared says. “She’s almost
whole now.”

The sex magick flows into her like a churning
tide. It is a whirlpool, and she is in the vortex of it. It slams
into her and carries her with it, and she can feel her orgasm
building like a penned up geyser. She is thrown higher and higher,
until she is at the very apex of the energy. There she is – at the
very peak. At the very eye of the tornado.

She throws back her head and screams.

The two cocks are raw inside her. Lucien is
the first to cum. She can feel his sperm gush inside her passage.
Kirk comes immediately after that, and she can also feel his
wetness shoot deep inside her. Their semen fill her twin passages
copiously, and it is as if she is drowning in their seed.

Her climax seems to last forever, made far
more potent in this place. Life bursts into her limbs, her head,
her breasts. Her clit is throbbing with need.

Kirk pulls out, panting. He pulls her off
Lucien. She crumples to the ground, totally spent by all that has
been happening. Her breath comes out in short, sharp exhalations.
At least she can breathe in the strange air of this place again.
Her heart is a hammer within her ribs. Her breasts and genitals
ache, and there is a soreness in her anal passage she has never
experienced before.

But she is alive, and more alive than
ever!

“Shannon, are you all right?” Lucien gets up.
A sheen of sweat covers his body.

Kirk collapses himself beside her. His chest
is rising and heaving.

“Yes,” she says. And then in a louder voice
to assure herself, “Yes!”

Together, they all laugh and embrace one
another. There is no shame in what they have just done, Shannon
thinks. She loves both Lucien and Kirk equivocally, she is sure of
it, and she loves Jared as much as anyone could love an adopted
brother. She is alive. Magnificently so. And now she understands
the depth of their commitment to her, just as she is committed to
keeping them alive and well.

So all is right in her world.

For now.

THE ARRANGEMENT

They are making love on his new, wide super
king-sized bed. She is straddling him and bouncing on his hips. His
hands are on her breasts, tweaking her nipples. Her back is arched
and her head thrown back.

She reaches her orgasm soon enough, as does
he. Once satiated, she collapses on top of his lean body. Both are
panting and spent.

“I love you,” he says.

“I love you too.”

She creeps up to kiss his mouth.

“I have to go,” she says.

He grins uneasily. She knows he would rather
prefer she spend the night with him, but they have an arrangement
and she intends to stick to it, even though he is reluctant.

“I’d ask you to stay, but I know you won’t,”
he says.

“I’ll stay tomorrow night.”

“Sure. Leave me when I’m penniless.”

“You’re far from penniless.” She laughs.

Lucien stretches out on his bed. He has moved
out of the Chatterly and into a small rented house. He has forgone
his considerable inheritance, but he is striking out on his own
now. He is in the midst of registering his own real estate
agency.

“Starting from scratch,” he says.

Though she knows it is not quite from scratch
because he is using his own savings. He has sold his Mustang and
the Mercedes and bought a second hand Lincoln instead.

“The only thing stopping me from leaving this
place is you,” he tells her. Although his tone is cavalier, the
look in his eyes is wistful.

“I know. And I’m really grateful to you for
staying.”

She doesn’t want to leave. Her brother is
happy here . . . so far. And she has Lucien.

And someone else.

That someone else’s car revs up Lucien’s
driveway now.

“Uh oh. Someone’s here to steal you away from
me,” Lucien says.

He says it jokingly, but Shannon knows that
his heart is heavy about it. But he accepts that this is what she
wants and he would not begrudge her this.

The doorbell rings.

“See you tomorrow.” Shannon parks a kiss on
Lucien’s forehead before scampering out of bed and pulling on a
robe.

She goes to the front door and opens it. Kirk
stands there, smiling – as beautiful as the heavens themselves.

“You ready for our hot date?” he asks.

She kisses him lovingly.

“Had a rough day?”

“The worst. Bad crush injury. Eight hours in
the OT straight.”

“You must be exhausted.”

“I am.” He grabs her waist and murmurs, “But
I can still fuck.”

“Why, Dr. Fitzpatrick! Your language is
becoming progressively worse since you have been mingling with the
likes of – ”

“A Walker,” Lucien says. He is shirtless and
only clad in his jeans, which he has pulled on for decency. “Hello,
Kirk.”

Shannon says, “I was going to say Jared, but
you’ll do too.”

“Hi, Lucien.” Kirk puts his arm possessively
around Shannon. She knows he is not completely OK with this either,
but he too loves her and respects her wishes.

Because it is very clear why she has to do
this, and she made known to them her reasons.

“Don’t make me choose between the two of you.
I can’t. I realize that now. I love both of you equally, and I’d do
anything for both of you. So don’t make me choose, because I can’t
and I won’t. I’d rather die first.”

And because she had nearly died, they
acquiesce. She doesn’t think it is emotional blackmail at all. She
is merely stating the truth as she knows it.

“Get dressed,” Kirk tells her. “Then we’ll go
for dinner. And later we’ll go back to my place.”

He says this while eyeing Lucien
meaningfully. His message is clear.
You get to make love to her,
and so will I.

Maybe they will always be wary of each other,
Shannon thinks, but at least they have come to a truce, no matter
how uneasy it is. Kirk respects what Lucien has done for her and
believes he had nothing to do with his brother’s death, even though
he is still suspicious of the Walkers in general.

Nevertheless, this is as good as it gets for
the moment, Shannon thinks as she slips on her underwear and dress.
So the three of them should best enjoy it until the next hurdle
strikes. And she knows it will strike. It is just a matter of time
before the ferryman comes to collect.