Page 52 of Strays
I don’t realize I’ve been holding my breath until my lungs burn. All three of us are quiet, waiting, watching.
Then she looks up. “So… these last few days have been crazy,” she says, voice careful but steady. “We’ve been getting to know each other better and everything.”
She hesitates. “But that’s not the real reason I was holding back. I’ve been so torn between what I want and what I thought was right… but that doesn’t even make sense. The bite sealed it. Right and wrong don’t matter now.”
Will she say what I think she'll say? All three of us sit up, muscles tense, eyes fixed on her.
She bites her lip. Then, softly: “So why fight what I want?”
I move, but Jay is faster. He lunges forward, and his mouth crashes into hers before she can finish the sentence.
She kisses him back, hard, and rises up onto her knees to meet him fully. Her hands reach for him, letting go of the towel, and it unravels, falling away.
Time stops.
The sight of her, bare and breathtaking, makes my body move on its own.
I kneel beside her, reaching for her shoulder, brushing my fingers where my bite mark is beautifully healing. She pulls away from Jay and kisses me with a hunger that matches mine, the taste of lilies flooding my mouth. She tugs at my shorts, wanting them off. One of my hands fists in her hair, the other travels down her body.
Shane crawls toward us, eyes locked on her like a starving man. She pulls back from me, breathless, and then she’s in his arms.
I shove my shorts off the rest of the way and press in at her left side. Jay mirrors me on the right, already trailing kisses down her back. When I kiss her neck, she moans into Shane’s mouth.
I cup her breast with my hand, shivering when I feel her nipple harden in my palm. She turns her head to me, and I take her mouth again. On her right side, Jay slides his shorts off and then pushes my hand aside so he can take her breastinto his mouth.
She’s surrounded — Jay and me at her sides, Shane in front of her — our hands and mouths worshiping every inch of her skin.
Shane slides his hands to her thighs and eases her down, guiding her from kneeling to seated. She uses mine and Jay’s shoulders for balance as she shifts, leaning her weight back into us. She sinks onto the nest, her ass pressing into the blankets, knees bent, feet planted on the mattress, her back reclined into our chests so she’s nestled between us.
I thread my fingers into her hair, tilting her head to expose more of her neck, and drag my mouth over her skin. When I pull back, she reaches up and pulls me to her again, silently asking for more.
Shane coaxes her legs apart. She sighs when he kisses the soft skin of her stomach, and her breath catches as he goes lower. When he raises his face from her, I see it.
He's far gone. Pupils blown wide. Expression dazed. A frantic hum vibrating in his chest, low and strong. I’ve never seen anything like it, but I know exactly what it is: he’s slipped into a rut.
He adjusts her hips, spreading her wider, and dives back in, devouring her. She’s panting now, eyes closed, one hand fisting Jay’s hair as he circles her nipple with his tongue, the other fisting Shane’s hair between her legs.
When she cries out, I know Shane’s sliding his fingers inside her. Stretching her, getting her ready to take us — exactly what every instinct in my body is begging me to do. I watch her lips part, her legs falling further open as he works her, a soft whimper slipping out of her mouth. When she starts to tremble and her cries turn breathless and broken, I know she’s close.
My head spins, and I feel something tugging in my brain. A weird fog, sending ripples of pleasure across my whole body, threatening to take me over.
So this is what the rut feels like. I fight against it, forcing myself to stay present, and finally ask her the question I should’ve asked before we even started. “Are you sure you want this?”
Her answer is immediate, ragged and desperate. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
She convulses, shaking through her orgasm, her back arching, her thighs pressing around Shane’s head. He rises, lines himself up, and thrusts inside her while she’s still trembling from the aftershocks. She cries out louder, raw and perfect, and I almost lose it just from the sound.
The times we slept with human women were fun, but so many moments felt messy. Confusing. Like we never really synced up, never really clicked. This though, this feels different. It feels undeniably right.
We’re not watching each other out of the corner of our eyes, trying to stay in step; we just move. Breathe. React. Like our bodies finally know what they’re supposed to be doing.
And it’s not just the physical part, it’s deeper than that. The moment Shane’sinside Jo, it’s like the entire world snaps into focus. Her scent floods me even more strongly, and I feel my chest hum in response. Every one of my senses sharpens. Everything is clearer and louder.
Shane grips her thighs and rises to his knees, lifting her hips and thrusting deep. She reaches for us, right hand for Jay, digging into his arm, left hand wrapping around my cock. The rut fog crashes harder into me, but I fight it back. I won’t lose it. Not yet.
I bend down and kiss her. Shane lets out a rough, broken moan as he slams into her, harder and faster, but his face twists like he’s in pain. Even with his dazed expression and his eyes black from the rut, I can see he’s scared.
I don’t know how, but I feel it. I know what I need to do. Something in my gut says she needs this — he needs this. I slide my fingers between her thighs and circle her clit, slow at first, then faster, matching every sound she makes. I can tell Jay feels it too; he leans in closer, kissing her neck and shoulders, teasing her nipple, whispering soft praises into her skin.
