Her Warriors (21 page)

That seemed to give Tom something to think
about. He looked at each man appraisingly.

“Do you each love my sister?” he finally
asked in a challenging tone.

“To the end of time,” Geir answered without
hesitation.

“All the way, man,” Beau seconded, nodding.
They stood at her back, ready to help her should she need it.

“And I love them. It’s meant to be, Tom.
Bettina saw it right away. It took the three of us a little longer
to figure it out, but I think we’re pretty much there now. I won’t
give them up. Either one of them. I can’t. They are part of my
soul, as I am part of theirs.”

Bettina came back and shooed Jacki and her
mates out of the room about an hour later. They’d filled Tom in on
almost everything he had missed while he’d been ill. As the hour
passed, he seemed much, much better. It was almost as if he was
gaining strength before their eyes.

When Bettina escorted Jacki to the door,
they had a quick conversation that reassured Jacki the High
Priestess intended to do a thorough examination of her brother, and
any lingering effects of his illness that might occur. Jacki told
her that Tom had sensed the blending of energies around her and her
guys, but Bettina didn’t seem surprised. She only nodded and
reassured Jacki that all would be well. Bettina would stay with Tom
for as long as he needed looking after.

Jacki led the way to her bedroom with a
weary sigh. She felt at peace about her brother’s condition. He was
on the road to a speedy recovery if the past hour was anything to
go by.

She must have been standing in one spot for
a little too long because the next thing she knew, Geir had put his
arms around her from behind, settling his chin on her shoulder, his
lips next to her ear.

“Are you too tired?” he whispered, but there
was a growl underlying his words that meant his inner cat was
coming out to play. She knew what that meant by now. Geir only ever
really let his cat rule over his human form when he was making love
to her.

“I’m never too tired for my mates,” she
replied, needing the comfort of their embrace as much as it sounded
like Geir needed her.

He nipped her earlobe in approval and lifted
her into the air, carrying her the rest of the way to the bed. He
didn’t put her on it, but rather, lowered her to her feet beside
the bed, turning her so that he could kiss her. She got lost in his
kiss. Geir was a really good kisser. Wild and untamed, yet gentle
enough to really enjoy.

And then Beau came up behind her and began
to tug at her clothes. Geir kept kissing her while both men—though
mostly Beau—undressed her, bit by bit, until she was standing naked
between them.

Geir continued to kiss her mouth, while Beau
used his lips in other sensitive spots on her body. Four hands
caressed her, delving into secret places and sliding over skin that
was thirsty for their touch. She reached around behind her with one
hand, stroking Beau through his clothes, while she did the same to
Geir with her other hand.

Cupping them both, she realized again how
lucky she was to have these two amazing men in her life. She really
felt like she was getting away with something, but she’d be damned
if she would regret it.

She broke away from Geir’s hot kiss to
complain. “You have too many clothes on”

Geir growled low in his throat and it was
one of the sexiest sounds she had ever heard. Her inner selkie
wanted to clap in excitement, but decided to wiggle against Geir’s
hard body instead. She wanted him skin to skin. The fabric between
them was unacceptable.

She used a little bit of her upper body
strength and pushed against Geir’s shoulders until he collapsed
down onto the bed. She followed after, straddling him until he was
beneath her on the big bed. She remained on all fours, hands and
knees, butt up in the air, while she sought out her target. Her
mind was fixated on one thing—she wanted his pants off.

“It would be really handy to have claws
right now,” she murmured as she went to work on the button and
zipper of his pants with her human fingers. Selkies had a lot of
magic, but their beast halves weren’t very useful on dry land
sometimes. Put her in the water though…and watch out.

“No claws,” Geir said quickly, the growl
still very present in his sexy voice. “Delicate equipment.”

That made her laugh, even as her body
clamored for satisfaction. She wanted his cock and she wanted it
now. No more delays.

Finally, her fingers found the right angle
and his pants came undone. Geir lifted his hips, eager to help her
reach her goal. And then there he was. Hard, hot, long and thick.
Ready and waiting.

She grasped him in her hand and lowered her
head toward him even as she heard the rasp of another zipper behind
her. Glory be, Beau had figured out what she wanted and was moving
to comply. She could see she was going to have to spend some time
training her men, but she looked forward to it with an unbridled
hunger for more.

She closed her mouth over Geir as she felt
the heat of Beau approach from behind. She was kneeling very close
to the edge of the mattress, so he had plenty of access to put
himself where she most wanted him. She hoped—prayed—he’d come into
her right away, but the tease decided to play a bit.

Jacki groaned around Geir’s cock, eliciting
a rumbling purr from his chest when Beau licked her pussy from
behind, pausing to let his tongue dance in her folds, pushing her
arousal even higher. She didn’t think she could take much more. She
wanted to be possessed as much as she was possessing. She wanted to
be taken while she took, and gave in return.

But Beau had other plans. His tongue lapped
at her while his fingers explored. She cried out, clenching around
his fingers for a moment when he pushed her just a little too close
to the edge. That drew a purr of satisfaction from behind her while
she sucked hard on Geir, passing her pleasure on to him. Both of
her big cats were purring now and she sensed a change in the air as
Beau rose to his feet behind her.

Finally. Yes, dear Goddess, she was getting
what she wanted. Beau pushed into her from behind and she relaxed
into his possession, allowing him to set the pace. Her mouth
relaxed on Geir, but didn’t let him go. She wanted Beau to push her
forward, stroke for stroke, as she let Geir slide down her
throat.

He began to move. Oh, yeah, that was just
what she thought would happen. Geir groaned as she took him deep,
retreating as Beau retreated from her pussy, then going forward
again. They were a well-orchestrated trio and Beau was in charge of
the tempo, for now.

She felt the moment he realized it too. He
clenched, coming into her hard, pushing her almost a little too
fast, but then he backtracked, seeming to realize what he’d done.
His pace was slow and steady from there on out, and his hands on
her ass squeezed in appreciation as he went balls deep inside her
over and over.

Eventually though, the climax rose to meet
them all. Geir’s hands were clenched in the bedding and she could
see a bit of orange fur sprouting around his knuckles as his tiger
began to take hold. Geir growled almost continuously as she took
him deep, in time with Beau’s faster thrusts. Beau’s hands on her
ass seemed to be tipped with sharper fingernails than she was used
to as well. His beast was closer to the surface, hardening his
fingernails, but Beau’s human side was definitely in control. His
pseudo-claws didn’t break the skin, but they did add a level of
excitement with the scratchy, hard touch that she hadn’t
expected.

When Beau’s thrusts turned into sharp digs,
she used her mouth and hands on Geir, sucking hard while she
gripped the base of his cock. They were close now—all three of
them.

And when the storm broke over them, it was
simultaneous and incredibly satisfying as each of them cried out
and came. Jacki’s mouth lost its grip on Geir, but her hands
stroked him as his come shot outward, bathing her chest with his
tribute. She realized what he’d done when she felt his strong hands
gripping her shoulders, holding her above and slightly away from
him.

Even in his passion, he was looking after
her. They all breathed hard as passion shook them up and wrung them
out. She felt Beau come inside her, the jets of warmth making her
feel amazing as her body jerked and shook in a heady release.

When it was over, Beau collapsed on one side
of the big mattress while Geir took the other and positioned her
between them. They lay there for long, satisfied moments, letting
their thoughts drift. The men reached out to stroke her skin from
time to time as she did them. The togetherness was new and lovely.
Almost as satisfying as the intense orgasms her mates gave her.

“I’m sorry I almost lost it,” Geir said
after a long, quiet moment.

Jacki frowned. “Lost what? You were amazing,
Geir.” She put one of her hands on his arm, stroking lightly. “So
were you, Beau. Nice rhythm and you didn’t take long to figure out
what I wanted you to do. A plus for effort,” she teased him,
stroking his arm with her other hand.

“I almost went tiger on you, Jacki. I’m
sorry,” Geir said, sounding both weary and disgusted with himself.
“The only thing that stopped me was that I couldn’t let you choke.
I only just found enough reason to lift you away at the very last
minute. You shouldn’t have let me take so much advantage of your
good nature.”

“Is that what you think?” She rose up on one
elbow, looking at him. “Seriously, Geir, I enjoyed every minute of
what we just did. And if you hadn’t lifted me up, I would’ve
handled whatever you could dish out. We’ll have to try it again
until you figure that out.” She grinned and moved to kiss him, but
he held her back and she could see he really was upset.

“Jacki, you need to breathe,” he reminded
her in a chastising tone. “I don’t want to hurt you. The cat just
takes control and I’m so afraid he’s going to do something my human
side will regret forever.”

“Whoa there, Geir,” she said lightly, trying
to soothe him. “First of all, you would never hurt me no matter
what form you wear. I know that in my heart. In my soul. You should
too. Don’t doubt yourself. This mating is between not just our
human sides, but our beasts as well. Your tiger chose my seal and
vice versa. They know who and what we are at all times. They won’t
hurt each other no matter what. You’ve got to trust that.” She
stroked his hair with one hand and was glad when he allowed her
touch. “As for breathing, you do realize I’m a selkie, right? I’m
very at home underwater and we seals can hold our breath for a
mighty long time. Do I have to prove it to you?”

Geir looked deep into her eyes and she saw
the moment he let go of his worries—at least for now. He smiled at
her, reaching up to cup her cheek with his palm.

“We’ll have to make love in the water
sometime,” he said softly, purring once more. “I’d like to see this
seal talent first hand.

“Oo-rah,” Beau chimed in from the other side
of the bed, in clear approval of the idea.

“Later,” she promised them both. “It will be
my pleasure, I’m sure.” With a little giggle, she flopped down
between them and basked a little more in the love of her new
mates.

They got up eventually and cleaned up, but
the guys ambushed her in the shower, eager for her to demonstrate
some of her talents in a water environment—or so they claimed. What
followed was a slippery, soapy romp that had them all alternately
laughing and crying out in pleasure. Rumbles of sexy cat noises
made her feel like a sex goddess for the first time in her life as
her mates made sure that every millimeter of her body was cleaned
and buffed to perfection—and to a great deal of pleasure.

Whatever hang-ups she might’ve still had
about her body and her curves were laid to rest at the feet of her
mates’ enthusiasm. They proved to her over and over again that they
loved her just the way she was, and she was finally beginning to
believe it—to believe in herself. It was yet another gift of her
mating with these two amazing men, and her newfound confidence in
herself was something she would always treasure.

The next morning, Geir felt so much more
balance in his being as he meditated before starting his day in the
dojo. He hadn’t had a lot of time to spend on actual training of
his students since arriving in New York. Today, he hoped to start
getting back to some kind of training schedule, now that more of
his students were settling in here, and the active duty Royal
Guards had begun using the dojo to work out while off duty.

Geir had posted a tentative class schedule
on the door yesterday. When he’d arrived in the dojo shortly after
dawn, he had been pleased to see a small group already there,
warming up, only waiting for him to start the class.

This was the kind of life he enjoyed.
Getting up at dawn to start his day with training and meditation
before breakfast, then teaching and helping the next generation
later in day, followed by whatever other tasks he needed to perform
in the afternoon. If he had his way, and could talk Ria and Jake
around, he hoped to round out his day with those he had
trained—leading the Royal Guard—now that they were all in one
place.

He was biding his time until the opportunity
to discuss the possibility of expanding his role arose. Geir was a
patient man. He could wait until the time was right. So much had
been happening in the Clan over the last few weeks, everyone was
still in a state of flux.

When Geir rose from his meditation, he
wasn’t all that surprised to find Beau already in the dojo, warming
up on the mats with the others. A nice group of about a dozen
experienced Guards were talking quietly as they stretched their
muscles in preparation for Geir to start a class. He felt a sizzle
of satisfaction run through his veins. This was the kind of life he
had always wanted. A place for himself, where he could use his
talents for fighting and teaching to the best of his ability, a
home of his own, a mate, and the promise of a family in the future.
Life really couldn’t get much better than this.