CHAPTER 22

 

I heard a sound, but it didn’t register that it was the door opening or closing, not with Noyel’s enthusiastic groans and Tokre’s growls drowning out everything else. Our happy, very happy, trio was a little preoccupied.

“Rosie,” Noyel cried out as I worked Noyel Jr. with my mouth. I was bent over the bed, his pelvis in my face, his long, bendy frame bowed, leaning over my right shoulder. Thick thighs shifting, his cock jerked, once, twice, twitching as I sucked and licked more than a mouthful. He came a moment later, spilling his seed down the back of my throat.

Tokre groaned, hunched over my back, his hands on my breasts, tweaking, pinching, tugging, his mouth at my nape on my left side, biting down but not hard enough to break the skin. Noyel’s hand, two of his thick fingers wrapped around Tokre’s cock for him, my blue-eyed mate’s tall frame flexible and long enough to reach around and lend my snarling first husband a hand when I explained exactly why I wanted both of my hands free. One hand kneaded Noyel’s testicles, the other pumping the healer’s cock along with my mouth on him as I sucked him dry.

Zhuii stepped inside, his arrival barely noticed, walking up to our little threesome to stand there, his hands on his hips, until someone, anyone, acknowledged him.

“This not what Zhuii think him Lindy-mine be thinking.”

Noyel pulled away from my mouth with a groan. He stumbled, shuffling a few steps to collapse beside us, kneeling next to me. Muttering my name on a sigh, his head rested on my sweaty shoulder. Tokre didn’t protest, oblivious to all else but our current engagement.

“Sensitive,” Noyel panted out. “Too sensitive.” His free hand cupped over his manhood protectively as my hands fell away. “Can’t handle anymore right now.”

“Sorry,” I mumbled, then cried out, my eyes about rolling back into my head as Tokre grunted, swiveling his hips, and pressed against that sweet little spot he liked to rub so damned much. “Okay. Okay. Don’t let go of him, though,” I pleaded.

My hands crumpled the bedding, my fingers alternating between curling into it and clawing at it. My hips bucked, Tokre’s bucking back in response. My mouth opened in a silent shout.

Tokre snarled his pleasure into my shoulder. Hunching in even closer, his hips jerked and he ground against the obstruction Noyel’s hand made.

Noyel grimaced but then sighed, muttering next to us, a joking tease in his voice, “If anyone else asks, this never happened.” The beastie didn’t give one iota about helping Tokre. He simply couldn’t resist teasing at every turn.

I laughed, even as I came, clamping down around Tokre’s massive cock to shoot over with him.

“Remind me to tell you how much I appreciate it later,” I panted out, brushing my sweat soaked hair out of my face to toss him a wink.

Noyel’s hand left his own cock and he pointed a finger at me. “I’m going to hold you to that.”

“Mnnn.” Tokre’s hand came up and he clapped it over my eyes. A snarl rent the air, Tokre’s, and Noyel and I laughed.

“We know… We know,” Noyel muttered. “Yeah, yeah. Me, me, mine, mine. Tokre, Tokre. Grr. Grrr. Rosie’s yours. Snarl, snarl. Well, guess what, she’s ours, too.”

I felt Noyel’s hand give Tokre’s dick a not so subtle squeeze and Tokre’s hand fell away. As Tokre slowly withdrew from my body, Noyel’s hand fell away.

“That’s right,” Noyel rolled to his feet with a huff, “just remember who’s willing to give a beastie a hand, huh.” He gestured between the three of us, then signed at Tokre. “Not everyone is willing to hold a male’s penis, alright, purely to help him and his, our, female out.”

Zhuii grunted his agreement, finally drawing notice.

“My Lindy-mine have fun?” My big Zhubeast’s deep orange eyes glowed with amusement, dancing when I turned at the sound of his voice. Rolling over, I flopped back on the bed, spreading out like a contented, well fed kitty cat. “Tons,” I purred, grinning.

Zhuii’s lips pulled up into a wide smile. “Good.” He held up a huge chunk of roasted meat. “Now we eat. Who hungry?”