Page 39 of Ivory's Familiars

Ivory was saddened when she thought of her friend. The sassy, vibrant, mouthy woman she knew had disappeared beneath a guilt-ridden, tortured, broken person. The betrayal she felt over Libby’s involvement cut deep but what hurt worse was the knowledge of the abuse Libby had suffered at the hands of her witch. He should have been her greatest friend and ally; her family. But instead, he had abused his position and harmed that which was most precious; his familiar. Ivory was feeling just as guilty over her ignorance. How could she not have known Libby was in trouble? Some friend she was. It just proved you never really knew what was going on behind closed doors. Libby had been taken by the marshals for further questioning but Ivory fully intended to stay in touch. As far as she was concerned, they’d both kind of been shitty friends, what with the whole stalking thing on Libby’s part and the obliviousness on Ivory’s. They’d make it up to each other though.

The two witch representatives from the conclave had been extremely nice and sincerely shocked to learn of Ivory’s story, especially the part where she had been hiding from them. They had assured her that carrying familiar blood was rare but by no means a punishable offence and had guaranteed her they would look into who had suggested such a thing in the first place. Ivory had been dubious to believe them at first. Her mother and her grandfather before her, had drilled the need to run and hide into her head from birth. Someone had cared enough about the purity of her bloodline that her grandfather had felt the need to fake his own death. When she thought of all the years her mother had been scared of her own shadow, moving them from place to place, always looking over her shoulder for no reason? It made her sad beyond measure. It was such a waste of life.

Well, Ivory wasn’t going to waste one more second. She had three hunks in her bedroom whom she loved deliriously. First, she was going to tell them. Second, she was going to bang their brains out. And third? She figured living happily ever after sounded just about right. Chuffed with her plan, she made her way down the hallway, pushing open the bedroom door … and coming to an abrupt halt.

Seth and Vaughn were gloriously naked and Seth had Vaughn pinned below him on the mattress as he pounded into him with complete abandon. Ivory felt herself become immediately wet as her senses went into hyperdrive; the musky scent of sex was ripe in the air, and the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh were an erotic sympathy, tantalising and satisfying at the same time. Her eyes searched the corners of the room looking for her third man, and sure enough, there he was; naked and hard, eyes glowing with a sensual light as he palmed his own rigid length.

She knew they all had their kinks –woo hoo,she celebrated silently – and Ronan’s was watching. Yep – the chilled, quiet, peace-keeper of the group was a bit of a voyeur. It was always the quiet ones. But when in a relationship with three other people, Ivory figured it really worked out well. She’d never really given much thought to voyeurism before – had hardly even watched much porn. But as her eyes ate up Seth and Vaughn’s show, she believed she was now a convert. They were a thing of beauty and seeing Vaughn give up his iron-fisted control and submitting to his partner, was a real turn on.

She stepped into the room fully, pulling off pieces of clothing as she walked nimbly across the distance separating her and the boys. She saw Ronan’s pupils dilate as they took in her appearance but he made no move to come to her, instead he watched as she performed her mini strip tease.Dirty voyeur,she thought fondly. When she finally reached him, Ronan wrapped both his arms around her bare waist, bringing their bodies into full contact. He dipped his head, planting a chaste kiss on her lips;

“You okay?” he asked.

She felt her heart melt upon hearing the two softly spoken words. They were all naked, either highly aroused or already having sex, and yet the first words out of his mouth were concern for her emotional wellbeing. Was it any wonder she was in love with him?

“I’m fine. I’m with you,” she answered, truthfully.

The smile she received could have rivalled the sun in its intensity. Palming his face, she caressed his bottom lip with her thumbs, “I love you, Ronan.”

His breath caught and she thought she saw the suspicious sheen of tears in his lovely green eyes before he raised his hands to her face, copying her hold; “I love you, Ivory,” he stated, also copying her words.

Joy burst inside her and she figured the wattage of her own smile must also be blinding. Leaning forward, she kissed him with all the happiness bubbling inside of her – and a healthy dose of her lust as well, just for good measure. When they came up for air, they were both panting hard, with Seth and Vaughn’s moans a lovely soundtrack behind them. She smiled up at Ronan one last time and turned around to watch her very own live porno.

Ronan wrapped his arms around her from behind, and although she could feel him hard and insistent at her back, he made no move to rectify his situation, “I suppose you love them too, huh?” he spoke, lightly.

She grinned, loving his playful side and loving that she could be free to be playful too. She sighed and shook her head, “I’m afraid I do.”

“Oh, well. Considering I love them too, I can’t fault your taste.”

She laughed with happiness, enjoying the show on the bed in front of her until Seth’s bandaged hand caught her attention and she remembered his terrible injury. Familiars healed fast, so it was already healing well. But it still worried her, “Should Seth really be quite so … vigorous?” she asked Ronan.

“He seems plenty fit to me. But let’s see, shall we?” Ronan looped an arm around her waist and ushered her forward, “Vaughn, does Seth seem fit enough to you?” he inquired, bending close enough to look into his lover’s eyes.

Vaughn merely moaned in pleasure, Seth apparently hitting that secret spot inside of him with unerring accuracy and unrelenting force.

“I’d say Seth’s managing just fine,” Ronan decided, making her laugh. These guys were so much fun in the bedroom. She couldn’t believe how lucky she was.

“I’m fine, babe,” that was Seth’s voice, now husky with desire, “But, if you want, you can always lend me another hand,” he waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

She grinned but shook her head, palming Ronan’s cock now and eliciting a throaty groan from him; “My hands are full.”

Seth tsked, slowing the movements of his hips and causing a disgruntled Vaughn to buck his own hips in objection. Seth merely slapped him on one well-toned arse cheek, “Patience,” he chided.

And Ivory was definitely going to add spanking to her list of ‘things to do in her harem’. The sound of Seth’s palm making contact with Vaughn’s butt? Capital H … O ... T.

“You know, you’re going to have to learn to multitask with three men to satisfy,” Seth continued.

“Oh, am I just? And what if I think it’s all of you who are going to have to learn to satisfy me?” she inquired, running a lazy hand over her own breast, down her stomach and, and into her own heat. Three distinct male groans were like music to her ears and she smiled in triumph – for about a second – before she found herself airborne. She landed with her lips conveniently close to Vaughn’s and decided to take advantage, teasing them open with her tongue. He opened in a second and she felt her desire igniting to flashpoint as their breath mingled and their tongues duelled.

To her surprise, Vaughn gentled the kiss, sipping and tasting rather than conquering and she sighed in contentment. When they parted, the emotion in his eyes had the breath snagging in her throat. Having just seen the same look in Ronan’s eyes, she recognised the look for what it was; love. Her perpetually grumpy lover opened and closed his mouth silently and she decided to cut him some slack. He was a man of few words in the best of times.

“I love you, Vaughn.”

He nodded briskly as if he knew all along and followed it up with; “Ivory, I love you. So much,” he jerked forward again, kissing her passionately this time and she gave herself up to the lust taking over her body once more.

Large hands spanned her waist, climbing higher before settling over her breasts. Calloused fingers plucked and squeezed at her right nipple even as wet heat engulfed her left. She pulled away from Vaughn’s lips, moaning and gripping Ronan’s hair in encouragement. He nibbled his way up her neck, before sucking up a mark just under her ear. Ronan knew it was a hot spot for her and she felt her cat leaping to the surface at the contact. Kitty knew its mate was near and wanted to play.

Now that her glamour was no longer in place, the half of her that was familiar was very vocal. Her predator drive was strong and the cat recognised its mates in the three male black jaguars in the room. As far as her animal was concerned, these males were hers and no-one else would ever do.

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