Acceptable Risk (14 page)

She knew their thoughts and feelings, and could
see their love for her, their caring and respect for each other…
not just as humans, but as their animals, as well. They were seven
personalities — two wolves, a cat, three men, and a woman — and yet
they were one.

One what?

It came to her, as it came to the rest.

One
family
.

Jonathan and Ranger slowly stopped pouring
energy into the ritual, and as the foursome gradually came out of
it, the men started moving, but this wasn’t fucking.

It was making love, and Bethany’s heart soared
as if it’d been given wings.

Her eyes met Jonathan’s as he moved above her,
and her breasts strained in their bonds as his hips worked his cock
back and forth between them. They were bound at the base, and
medical tape held them together at the top. As the group let go of
each other’s hands, Jonathan braced his palms against the outside
of her breasts and pushed them even closer together.

The dark arousal in his eyes gave her another
punch of adrenaline, and she wanted him to take what he needed from
her body, use her for his pleasure.

Mac moved in her pussy, slow and deep, but
Ranger was motionless, for now. Someone had put classical music on
before the ritual began and it still played in the background — a
soundtrack to their lovemaking.

A long, low groan escaped her throat, and she
felt and heard Ranger echo it below before he said, “God, Bethany.
Love being in your ass, especially when someone else is in your
pussy.”

Her harem had demanded Bethany learn to pleasure
them all at once, and while it was still overwhelming, it was no
longer impossible for her to keep up with everyone.

Jonathan picked up speed, and the look in his
eyes told her he wasn’t far from coming. The goal tonight was for
all of them to come on her the first time, and in her the second,
and she knew there’d be some kink in between the sex.

Jonathan’s first spurt hit below her chin, and
then he pulled out and removed the medical tape in one motion as he
came all over her breasts. When he finished, he rubbed it in,
taking his time and driving her mad by torturing her nipples as he
rubbed his seed into her.

With Jonathan off to the side, now she could see
into Mac’s eyes, and she once again fell into his gaze, lost in
him, lost in the movement, the
sensations,
as he made love
to her.

Ranger’s hands roamed her body, occasionally
moving to the area around her clit without actually giving any
stimulation.

She registered a slight change in Mac’s
movements, and then her heart flip-flopped as his eyes went dark
and he said, “Hold her for me, Ranger.”

Ranger’s arms went around her, pressing her arms
to her sides as he held her upper body motionless, and Mac used the
opportunity to pull all the way out, brush his hands over her
pussy, and then ram into her. He was
fucking
her now,
slamming into her again and again with his strong hips and thighs,
his stomach muscles rippling with the exertion, his corded forearms
taught as he held her legs in the air.

Overwhelmed, she sucked air in and then tried to
breathe between the times he slammed into her and knocked the air
out. Her mouth formed the word, “
more
,” but instead of
pounding her harder, he changed angles and made her eyes roll into
the back of her head.

Her scent must have changed, because all three
men groaned at the same time, but Bethany couldn’t react in any way
— her body was frozen in a permanent state of bliss as she lost all
motor control.

When she finally came, Bethany thought the top
of her head might come off, as it was impossible to contain so much
pleasure in one body. The instant her orgasm waned, Mac pulled out
and came on her stomach, and once again took his time rubbing it
in.

However, when he backed off, Ranger sat on his
knees without dislodging his cock from her ass, and twisted her as
she went backwards. The next thing she knew, she was flat on her
back with her knees pressed to the mattress beside her shoulders,
and Ranger was making love to her, his cock in her ass instead of
her pussy.

His cock grew as he moved, and her head went
side to side, her eyes begging, but he only gave her a sadistic
smile and said, “How much do you think you can take, today?”

As a powerful shapeshifter, Ranger had the
ability to make his cock smaller or bigger, longer or shorter.
Today, he was slowly making it thicker as he took her ass, and the
stretch went from discomfort to a fiery burn, just on the edge of
more than she could handle.

“Please no more, Sir?”

“Shhhh,” he breathed, his hand stroking her
cheek in a tender caress. “I know how much you can take. Trust me
to make it good for you?”

She nodded, but still whined and moaned. Her
guys might enjoy causing her pain, but they never pushed past what
she could handle, and her orgasms were always through-the-roof
powerful.

Ranger slid back and forth, in and out, another
dozen times before he went in and held again, his cock a hard flame
inside her. She felt another pulse as it thickened yet again, and
she screamed as her asshole went wider than she thought it’d ever
been.

Mac appeared beside her, stroking her cheek as
he said, “Take it for us, Cupcake.
God
, your scent right
now.” He reached for her hand and wrapped it around his slick cock,
and she gave him the hand job he wanted.

Jonathan was stretched out beside her, and made
sure she saw the nipple clamps heading toward her breasts as Ranger
started moving again — slow enough she could handle it, but just
barely.

She moaned as a clamp bit into her nipple, and
then squealed as Jonathan placed the second one. Fire at her
nipples now, and in her ass, but all she could do was close her
eyes and accept what they were doing. They wanted her to hurt, to
feel
, and she wanted to give it to them.

Mac still caressed her face, pushed the hair out
of her eyes, and occasionally leaned down to kiss her forehead.
Now, he went from her forehead to her ear and murmured, “Take it
for us. Let them hurt you, let us see how much you belong to us,
how much we can do with this beautiful body.”

Ranger picked up speed and she screamed, but he
didn’t slow. It felt as if he’d possibly taken away a few
millimeters from the thickness, but she couldn’t be sure, as
Jonathan chose this moment to lift the chain between the clamps and
stretch her nipples toward the ceiling.

Mac’s palm landed on her clit as he curled his
fingers into her pussy, and Jonathan ordered her to come.

She met Ranger’s eyes again, almost completely
wolf now, as her orgasm swept her under and then catapulted her
into the stratosphere. Bethany jerked and writhed under her three
men, and then screamed again as the nipple clamps came off and
Jonathan’s mouth sealed around one nipple as Mac’s warm mouth
enveloped the other.

Ranger pounded her ass, Mac’s palm pressed into
her clit, and the orgasm took on a life of its own. She was
helpless to stop the pleasure, even if she’d wanted to, and her
vocal cords switched from screaming to issuing a deep, guttural
moan as she
became
the pleasure and bliss.

As reality began to form around her again,
Ranger pulled out of her and came on her stomach, growling and
grunting as he did. He rubbed it in as she caught her breath, but
then Jonathan was buckling her ankle cuffs on and she remembered
the night had only begun.

Hours later, after Mac had soothed and kissed
away the marks from the flogger, cuffs, and rope, Jonathan and
Ranger finally completed the ritual.

This time, the foursome sat in a square and used
their right arms to grab the wrist of the person two people to the
left, so they each touched both people to their left. They then
grabbed the left wrist of the person to the right. Ranger had them
weave their right hands under and then over, to better ensure
contact, so Bethany was touching Ranger with her right arm, Mac
with her right hand, and Jonathan with her left hand. In the same
manner, she was also touched by all three.

Each had another dot of each other’s blood on
their chest once again, and Bethany had all three men’s cum both in
and on her.

The group had spent weeks coming up with exactly
the right words, and the spoken parts were basically a really long
vow to each be true to themselves while also being true to each
other. Bethany felt the individual words forming a bond between her
and each man, and when they said the last word she saw the essence
of her three men, both the good and the bad, and loved them all for
it.

Ranger was strong and protective, rigid in some
of his beliefs, but he’d die for her, if it ever came to it. He’d
done terrible things to other humans in the name of freedom and
right, and while he wasn’t proud of it, he’d never apologize,
either.

Mac, too, had done terrible things in the course
of his job, but he saw it as necessary to protect and defend the
country he held so dear to his heart. He, too, wouldn’t hesitate to
die for her, but his motivation was softer, less rigid. He loved
her and would do anything he could for her.

Jonathan had all the arrogance of a cat who’d
decided she belonged to him. In an odd way, he’d decided the wolves
were his, as well, and he’d made peace with whatever had bothered
him earlier. This man, too, would fight to the death to protect
her, if necessary, but she saw the dual loyalties he held to both
Bethany and Sophia, the woman he guarded. Bethany had known this
already, it wasn’t a surprise, and she held no jealousy for the
close relationship he had with the woman he’d known and protected
since she was a child. Jonathan also considered Sophia’s children
to be amongst his charges, and Bethany smiled at the love Jonathan
held in his heart for so many people.

At first, she couldn’t see what they saw, but
then she felt how each of them viewed everyone else, and tears
formed in her eyes at the love her little family had for each
other. The men might not be physically intimate with each other,
but they worked out together, ran, sparred, and built onto their
house, together. And most of all, they shared her, took care of
her, and seemed to instinctively know what she needed,
who
she needed, when she was tired or upset.

As the energy of the ritual faded and the
foursome let go, Bethany leaned sideways towards Ranger and he
lifted her and walked to the bathroom, saying, “Let’s get you in
the tub before we all fall asleep.”

She wasn’t completely awake while they bathed
her and made sure she wouldn’t awaken sticky and gross the next
day. She heard them all cycling through the shower, and didn’t know
who’d changed the sheets, but someone had, because they were clean
and fresh when she slid between them.

As she drifted off to sleep between Ranger and
Jonathan, she was no longer freaked by the knowledge these three
men would be with her the rest of her life.

She didn’t want anyone else.

By Candace Blevins

Aaron

Sophia is the most adorable two year old I’ve
ever seen. Fluffy blonde hair, rosy chubby cheeks, and a laugh that
makes my heart soar.

I turned to her father, the Swan King, and chose
my words carefully. “Raul, you’re sure this is the best course of
action? I know you’re still grieving over Angelique’s death, but
can you truly prepare Sophia for a life of leading your people if
you keep her a prisoner in your home her entire life?”

I could only get away with asking this question
because I’d helped raise and train Raul, helped prepare him to take
the crown when he beat his brothers and won the throne.

“I did my best to protect my wife from
supernaturals, and a damned
human
hunter took her out.
Sophia won’t leave the walls of the castle until she marries, and
hopefully whoever wins her will follow my lead and also keep her
behind protective walls. She won’t see the same fate as Angelique.”
His voice was firm, didn’t waver, and let me know further
conversation on the matter would be met with hostility.

Sophia is the first Swan Princess without at
least one brother since before I was born, and by my best guess I’m
around nine thousand years old. Give or take a thousand.

Swan Princesses are usually given to other
royalty as a way to unite families and sometimes species, but they
never have a hope of the throne. Their brothers are required to
fight each other for power, the strongest and most cunning winning
the crown.

Instead of finding another wife to give him
sons, Raul is arranging for a contest between the other Swan
royalty, with the strongest being allowed to care for her until she
turns twenty five, and then marry her and eventually take the
crown. Personally, I think Raul wants to step down and find a way
to join his dead wife. The grief of her death still holds him.