Page 56 of Riding A Cock-Horse
He slams right into me from behind—a novel position I never thought to do in water. Of course, I'm wet and ready, but Nestor doesn’t seem to care. He knows that I like it rough. One of his hands splays across my stomach, keeping me pinned to him as he thrusts into me from behind. His other hand is wrapped around my throat, two fingers hooked into my mouth. He's rubbing them seductively back and forth, and I lean forward to bite the salty tips.
“Ah, a nipper, are we, lass. Two can play at that,” he whispers before biting down where my shoulder meets my neck.
The unexpected move has me coming faster than anything.
Nestor laughs triumphantly and yells tauntingly at Jude, “That, my boy, is how it's done!”
Jude just raises a brow while treading water—how are these men not exhausted?
I'm not, but only because they've been holding me up.
“You still have four more to go,” Jude reminds Nestor of their little sexual competition.
I can feel Nestor grin at my neck or into my hair. He doesn't stop at four—or five, or six,or seven. By the eighth orgasm, I'm begginghimto stop. Only then does he finally find his own release. He gently pulls out of me—a sweet contrast to the roughness in which we fucked—before handing me to Jude to shift into his Loch Ness Monster.
Jude helps me clamber onto his back, which is slippery and my legs are like jelly. Once I’m seated, Jude pulls himself up behind me, and Nestor takes off like a bolt of lightning. As the sea water splashes into my face, everything comes crashing down around me when I remember the situation.
Effectively breaking my post-orgasm bubble burst.
“Dammit! We didn’t get to spork!” I complain.
“What’s sporking?” Jude wonders.
“You know—spooning, but with a raging boner.”
Jude laughs.
“Maybe Nestor and I can spork you at the same time,” he suggests.
My clam quivers at the thought.
I guess I just crossed one thing off my fuckit list to add another.
“We've got a situation, come on!”
No sooner than Sian utters these words, she shifts right back into a bird and flies off, expecting us all to follow. I look over at my cousin, Arthur, Dageus, Alastair, and Phineas.
“She must have found the others!” I shout. “Hurry—we can just walk there.”
I don't feel like shifting again, or anyone riding me. We run to the shore to find a boat. On board, I spot Theo, Elise, and five women I've never seen. Elise’s one arm is hanging at her side, and I immediately know it's broken.
When we first came to the shore to wait for the others, I saw how foolish our plan was—because we didn't have any.It only became worse when Sian came flying inwith a bird of prey chasing her.I'll never forget the look of fright on her face as she shifted midair to land on the beach. She might have been terrified, but she was also mighty furious. She grabbed a stick of driftwood and smacked the bird chasing her as hard as possible—sent the damned thing skipping back out to the Irish Sea. The sweet bird has quite an arm. If there's any justice, she hurt the bastard badly enough so that it couldn't come back.
With her mission accomplished, Sian immediately collapsed with exhaustion. I gathered her into my arms where she explained what happened back on the Isle of Man. Without a shadow of a doubt, I knew I had to get there—but how?We had no means. Sian relaxed and rested until she could fly again. We knew it was risky--nobody wanted her to do it—but she was our only option. And being the stubborn, feisty bird that she is, Sian wouldn't take no for an answer. Over and over, she kept flying back and forth, doing her rounds. Obviously, this last time she finally had found something—except I have no idea who these pregnant women are nor where Belle, Jude, or Nestor are.
A whimpering cry catches my attention, and I see Elise handing Siana baby. He seems rather large, and I'm not sure if he's a shifter or not. Degas, Alistair, Arthur, Harry, and I go over to help Theo with the women.
“Whose baby is that?” I ask him as I help one pregnant lady up.
She looks like she's bleeding heavily and needs a doctor immediately.
“It'sherbaby,” Theo whispers, nodding down to the woman in my arms.
Even though she looks like death, she manages to snarl, “That's not my baby!”
I look back at the others with wide eyes. I've never heard such hatred spewed—especially towards an innocent babe! We get the women situated a little further inland where we have some cover of trees. There, Theo and Elise explain what happened. Turns out that the baby boy just changed into his human form and that he's a lot like Belle. Gryffon is what they call them, because, well, he's a griffin.
“What are we going to do” Phineas mutters in worry.
