Jealous Freakn’

game ball getting tossed between her mates. Tired of it, she wanted to escape, even if for a little while, to run away and forget her problems. So she did, stripping naked in the yard and letting her bitch loose.

Stretching her legs, running through the woods, the crisp autumn air cleansing, she raced to forget her woes. But they dragged along inside her.

How can having what I wanted make me so unhappy? That wasn’t quite accurate. She was happy, most of the time. The hurt came from having to constantly watch her actions around Mitchell. To have to say goodnight to one of her mates every night when all she wanted was to sleep between them. The problem had nothing to do with sex, even if she could so easily imagine it-naked and undulating between her two mate’s bodies. The problem arose from feeling like she carried on two separate relationships when all she wanted was one seamless one, a polyamorous love like Naomi had. Her BFF didn’t worry about giving one mate too much affection, or whose turn it was to fuck, or who would sleep where. They lived, screwed, and loved as one. Lucky freakn’ bitch.

The worst part? She knew Alejandro would give it to her in an instant. She’d even seen his attempts to tempt and goad Mitchell into becoming a true threesome. Sometimes, he almost succeeded like when they hiked, or went to watch a hockey game and booed together. But as soon as nine o’clock hit, Mitchell would drag her off with barely a good night to her cat, or on his off nights, he’d skulk off and closet himself in the spare room. It broke her heart each time.

But I knew this when I chose him. Mitchell never hid the fact his jealousy wouldn’t let him share.

So, now she needed to suck it up, pull up her princess panties, and stop whining like that loser bitch Jenny. Just thinking about the anorexic slut cheered her up. Word through the grapevine was she fled out west to visit her aunt rather than face the consequences of her actions. She never made it, though, getting claimed halfway through the prairies by a buffalo shifter. Even funnier, Jenny’s new mate lived on a farm smack dab in the middle of the plains, without a mall in sight. The crowning touch? The man was short and built like a keg. Francine loved it when karma bit people on the ass and she couldn’t think of a nicer person for karma to have fucked with.

Maybe I’ll send her a Christmas card and thank her for shooting me because it is, after all, what made Mitchell finally realize he loved me. Now if only some other psycho bitch would come crawling out of the woodwork and convince Mitchell to stop acting like a jealous ass. Somehow, she doubted she’d get that lucky twice.

Flopping to the ground, in the clearing where she and Mitchell had watched that foursome the night of her claiming, she shifted back to her human shape. She rolled onto her back and stared up at the sky, the stars just beginning to twinkle.

Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t hear the creature approach, and her inner wolf didn’t bother to warn her, having recognized the scent. A large, furry, black head rubbed itself on her belly, Alejandro wearing his kitty. Her fingers stroked the fur behind his ears and she giggled as he purred, the loud rumble vibrating against her skin.

“Sorry I ran off,” she murmured.

“And I’m sorry I made you run away,” Mitchell said as he strode from the darkness, the soft glow of the quarter moon making his skin glint. The fur-covered head on her belly shifted as Alejandro retook his man shape and Francine tensed as she waited for Mitchell to turn and walk away. Or engage her cat in a fight of words, or would they finally come to fists? It wouldn’t be the first time, although they usually never did it when she was around.

To her shock, Mitchell dropped to her other side and laid his head against her as well, the dark hairs of her mates actually touching. Unwilling to breathe or say anything to break this miracle, she held herself still.

“I know I’ve made things hard,” Mitchell said. To his credit, Alejandro didn’t say anything inflammatory. “I wish I could say it was jealousy or dislike that made me do and say the things I’ve done.”

“It’s not jealousy?” She couldn’t help the surprised lilt in her query.

“Yes and no. Yes, a part of me wants to be the only one you touch and to not share any part of your body, smile or love. But, another part of me wants to see you with Jag, to watch as he fucks you, and even…” He stopped.

“Join in?”

A loud sigh left him. “Yes. It seems so wrong. I mean. My dad only has my mom. And all my buddies, those that mated anyway, only ended up with one girl. Admitting I want to be with you and another guy at the same time just seems so… I don’t know, perverted.”

“I prefer dirty. And hot. Oh, and so arousing,” she murmured, allowing her hand to finally drift up and sift through the two tousled heads on her bare stomach.

“I don’t want him touching me,” Mitchell growled.

“Why would he do that when you’re both going to be too busy pleasuring me? I am, after all, the one who needs two men.”

“Then I guess it’s time I stopped acting like a pussy here, and give you what you want.” Mitchell turned his head, his dark eyes staring into hers, and he smiled, a sweet smile of surrender, and of acceptance. Finally. “So how does this work then?”

Alejandro spoke for her. “Now, we show our mate what ecstasy can be found when two mouths and four hands touch her at the same time.”

“Finally, the cat says something I like,” Mitchell replied, his voice thick with desire. Then, her mates proceeded to show instead of just tell.

They lifted themselves onto their hands and knees, their mouths hovering over her aching peaks. At almost the same instant, they latched on, their hot mouths tugging at her nipples, similar and yet so different, the sensation making her arch against them.

Hands roamed her body, stroking her flesh, squeezing her breasts, teasing the moist lips between her thighs. Light, tickling touches that had her arching and mewling for more. Then demanding.

“Stop teasing me,” she growled.

“What do you want?” her cat purred, rubbing his face against her lower stomach.

“Lick me, then fuck me while I suck.” Crude words that nevertheless had both her mates groaning.

“She’s trying to kill us.”

“It’s a good thing there’s two of us to take care of Red’s needs. Will you do the honor of taking care of her sweet pussy while I shut her up?”

Her eyes widened as suddenly in cahoots, they took charge of the situation, flipping her onto her stomach, then pulling her up onto her hands and knees. Fingers gripped her hair and guided her mouth to the bobbing cock in front of her. Like she needed help doing what she’d asked for.

She took Mitchell’s thick cock into her mouth, sucking at the silky skin with enthusiasm as behind her, Alejandro parted her thighs and his fingers tickled her cleft.

“Fuck, Red, I’m going to have to videotape this for you. You should see it, how he’s touching that sweet pussy of yours. Spreading you open.” Mitchell gave her a byplay of the action, his voice thick with arousal.

“Mmm, a camera. I’ll add it to the shopping list,” Alejandro said before touching his mouth to the spot his fingers had just stroked. She keened around the cock in her mouth, causing Mitchell to grunt and thrust forward.

Through gritted teeth, he said, “Oh yeah, Red. Suck my dick while I watch your sweet little pussy getting eaten. He’s got his tanned hands on your white ass, spreading you wide. I almost wish I was beside him so I could see him tongue fucking you.”

She moaned, almost painfully aroused not only by their actions, but Mitchell’s oh so naughty words. It seemed when he’d given himself permission to finally indulge in his taboo fantasy, he’d let loose of the inhibitions that held his tongue. How incredibly pleasurable.

A loud groan emerged from Mitchell as she inhaled him, harder and faster, his hips pumping in time to her mouth.

“I think she’s ready,” Mitchell panted. “Fuck her. I want to watch.”

“My pleasure,” purred Alejandro, and then he slammed himself home.

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