Page 15 of Anarchy
I peered over Ripley to Reyson and Balthazar.
“Take five. This is the Gabriel and Felix show, and I intend to make use of every inch of this massive bed.”
Reyson got out of bed and pulled Balthazar to his chest.
“I enjoy live theatre, cat. If you’re putting on a show, make it entertaining.”
Balthazar bit Reyson’s nipple and smirked at us.
“Something tells me even though women wore pantaloons back in Felix’s day and the human church would burn you for getting kinky, the cat is a totalfreakin bed.”
I threw a pillow at his erection. The human church was a major problem back then, but even the humans were filthy behind closed doors. Kink wasn’t invented in this century. Even Reyson could tell him that.
Ripley pulled me into a kiss.
“Come get freaky with me, Felix. Gabriel, you know where I keep my toys.”
So, did I. I didn’t peep like a creep when she was using them, but it wasn’t like it was a secret when she got a new one. She posted unboxing videos to social media when a new one came in. Thank Lilith the supernatural community wasn’t prudes because instead of firing her, some of the board members liked her videos.
“Grab the vibrating butt plug with the fluffy tail,” I called to Gabriel.
“Ooh, excellent idea,” Ripley said. “I haven’t used that one yet.”
Gabriel popped up from her toy drawer, waving the butt plug, her Hitachi wand, and some lube like he had just found treasure. He made a good choice. I knew that was her preferred toy because she talked about it like it was her best friend. Honestly, she could have saved a page getting ripped out of her grimoire if she just played with ol’ faithful instead of Dorian that night.
Dorian was always going to target her for raising Reyson because she was a powerful witch. He needed Reyson, not a revenant, and Ripley was trained to get him what he wanted. He didn’t have to fuck her. There were plenty of reasons I wanted to beat the pretty off Dorian Gray, but that was a big one.
“How did you know that’s my favorite?” Ripley asked.
Gabriel tossed me the Hitachi wand and climbed into bed with us.
“Every woman is different, and I love learning how to please them, but if they’ve tried a Hitachi wand or a flogger, it’s generally their favorite.”
We didn’t have rechargeable sex toys back in my day, but that was totally true about floggers if they were open-minded enough to try a little spanking. And Ripley totally was.
“A flogger is hanging in my closet door.”
Gabriel’s pupils got so big, his eyes practically turned black. He jumped out of bed again and opened her closet. Ripley didn’t just let anyone break out her floggers. I didn’t watch when she was having sex, but I heard all about it. She didn’t invite many men back here, but she had itches that needed to be scratched sometimes. I was glad I could finally scratch them.
Ripley crawled on all fours and waved her ass at Gabriel. He didn’t need any further invitation. She gave me a smoldering look.
“Get your cock over here, Felix.”
I slid in front of her and rested my back on the pillows. Ripley took my cock deep down the back of her throat, and I groaned. Gabriel got up to his business behind her. Ripley was moaning as he fingered her ass and worked the butt plug in. As soon as it was situated, he fired it up so that it started vibrating.
Ripley started moaning all over my cock. I was in sheer bliss. Especially when he started smacking the flogger down her back and thighs, and she took it out on my cock. I tangled my hair in her curls and moaned. Ripley gave my cock a hard suck and dragged her lips all the way to the tip before popping it out of her mouth.
“I want you both inside me now.”
We hadn’t worked out the logistics of this threesome. It just happened naturally. Ripley climbed up my body and gripped my cock. I groaned as she slid down me. I felt the bed shift as Gabriel moved.
“The fluffy tail is sexy as fuck. I hate to remove it, but I really want to claim your ass.”
Ripley started grinding against my cock and tossed a look over her shoulder.
“Then, get over here and fuck me, Gabriel.”
“Shit,” Gabriel growled.
