Tess tossed Cris’s jeans with everything else, but they slid onto the floor, which I’m ashamed to say that I noticed. Rather than standing, Tess clutched Cris’s tiny silk panties and drew them down her thighs with a motion that bordered on glacial in its slowness. This revealed the small, heart-shaped patch of trimmed fur that I’d worshipped last night. As the panties passed the midpoint of Cris’s thighs, Tess placed a soft kiss, just beneath the junction of those beautiful legs. Cris placed a hand on Tess’s head for balance when the panties reached her ankles and lifted each foot in turn to let Tess pull the silk past Cris’s toes.
I was almost choking on my own saliva by this point.
As Tess stood, she tossed the panties, not toward the chair, but toward me. I sat still for a moment, my vision blocked by musk scented silk. Then I raised my hand and slowly dragged the panties down my face, revealing the two women still facing each other, still ignoring my presence.
Cris slowly dropped to her knees in front of Tess. For a long moment, she stared upwards into Tess’s face, and then she gripped the sides of Tess’s panties and pulled them, millimeter by millimeter, toward the earth. Tess’s own well-trimmed pubic came into view and as it did, Cris leaned forward and placed a long kiss just above the junction of Tess’s thighs.
I swallowed hard and had to force myself to remain sitting. The emotions swirling through the three of us were pounding my heart against my ribcage as if it were an animal trying to escape.
I blinked as another pair of panties landed on my face.
Before I could remove them, hands pushed me back, flat onto the bed. Fingers played at my waist and I felt my zipper sliding past the bulge in my shorts. A moment later, I had to grip the covers as my leathers were yanked down, past my knees, past my ankles.
The tent in my shorts was painful, but it was a joyous pain.
These two naked temptresses were going to give this old man a stroke.
I tried to rise as my shorts disappeared from view, but they each placed a hand on my chest and held me prone. I reached for them, but they moved their hands from my chest to my arms, keeping them where they were.
Just as I thought I could take it no longer, they finally looked at me. Their eyes were filled with the same lust that surged through my veins.
Their grips shifted and they pulled me from the bed, backing toward the bathroom, dragging their willing victim behind them.
Chapter 35
raphael
I awoke to a dark unfamiliar room, not an unusual thing in my life. I felt naked sweaty flesh sticking hotly to either side of me and damp sheets beneath me. The pleasures of the evening came back to me. They brought a smile to my lips and a swelling in my loins. I was spooned against one body, my erection poking someone’s cheeks, while generous breasts pressed into my back. It took several seconds to understand what had awakened me and even then, my mind wanted to ignore it and slake my lust once again. I cupped a perfect breast in my palm and my fingers gently toyed with a nipple that grew rigid immediately.
I heard a low growl and it took me a second to realize it was Bruno. I looked toward the sound. He was on the window ledge and his mouth was glowing red. What was bothering the little wyvern?
Then I felt the warning ping against my wards.
Frak! Could we not find a place where these foes could not find us?
I shook both girls and tried to sit up.
“Hmmm? Already? Gees, Rafe, having two women doesn’t wear you out?” Cris asked as she pressed her backside into my erection.
“Get up, both of you. We have company,” I said as I squeezed out from the nicest prison of flesh I’d ever been trapped in.
“What?” Tess said while tossing covers to the side and swinging her feet to the pine floor.
“Company,” I repeated. “Something serious, pull on some clothes and be ready to shield. Cris, you stay between us so our shields will cover you.”
I hadn’t gotten back to burning tats last night, someone distracted me, and I was afraid I was going to regret that oversight. At least I had my old Omega watch with the shield spell etched in its case.
There was a flurry of motion as both women ran for the chair where they’d discarded their clothing. I triggered my enhanced senses tat and in the dark room, spotted my leather pants. I retrieved them and then tried to get both feet in at the same time. It’s not that easy if you can’t levitate. I fell back onto the bed, raised my feet into the air, and slid the leather up my legs.
There came a thud that shook the log walls of the cabin and dust drifted down from the ceiling. The ward we’d placed on the cabin flexed with some kind of blow for a second time.
“Will your ward hold?” Cris asked, she’d managed to get her jeans on and following Tess and my lead, went for her outer clothing, leaving her daintier items to fall to the floor.
I scooped my leather jacket off the floor and pulled it on. “I don’t know. I made it as strong as I know how, but this type of ward works better when it is built up daily in layers. It’d also work better if this
