MatingCall by BA Tortuga

him, tugging at the head of his prick, and
Shaw had to grab Jordan so he didn’t fall. He managed to get one hand braced
against a cabinet, his other cradling her head as he looked at Jordan, fighting
to keep control.
    Those dark eyes met his and Jordan bared his teeth, the look
one of agonized pleasure. They needed to make her come again before they let
go, though. They needed to overwhelm her with pleasure. It was good to see
Jordan, though, because now Shaw could match their alpha’s rhythm.
    Their alpha.
    Theirs.
    He keened happily, the pleasure in his spine sharp.
    “Baby. Take her mouth. She wants you so bad.” Jordan’s voice
was a low growl, the one that always made Steph start to pant. She loved to
listen to Jordan talk during sex.
    “Yes.” He yelped the word, started moving as her mouth tried
to melt his brains, tried to make him shoot.
    “Come on, love. Steph. Give it to me.” Jordan changed
positions slightly and there was a muffled sound around his cock.
    “Don’t stop, mate. She needs.” And Shaw knew Jordan could
give it to her.
    “Not going to stop. Not until both of you come for me. I
want to see you both come, to feel it.”
    Steph groaned around his prick so that the suction went from
amazing to demanding, their girl pulling at him furiously. Shaw cried out, his
balls drawing up. He knew he was going to come first. Steph was too damn
competitive. Damn it. Jordan growled low, the sound vibrating inside him, and a
dark flush climbed up Steph’s belly. If it was making Shaw shake, he knew it
was making her come.
    Score! Shaw laughed, feeling sheer joy bubble up in his
belly, and he let it all go. He came so hard his vision grayed out, his whole
body tingling, all the way to his toes.
    Jordan’s howl rang out—bright and sure, pure male animal.
    They all collapsed together on the floor, a pile of sweaty,
satisfied lovers. Shaw chuffed, happy to be alive.
    Steph’s hand slid on his hips, her eyes closed, breath
slowing.
    Jordan panted, kissing her neck, petting her leg. One big
hand landed on Shaw’s skin too, keeping them all connected.
    “You two…” She sighed softly, petting them. “You have to
move on. I do too. You know this. Your alpha’s going to skin you both.”
    “You’re still not listening.” Shaw sat up, staring into her
eyes. “You said we’d dream our mate. We keep dreaming about you!”
    “I’m not a wolf, baby. Not. I can’t do what you do.” She
never looked away, the staring contest getting a little intense.
    Jordan shrugged, breaking in. “You will. We’ve seen it.”
    Steph glared at Jordan. “Bullshit. I’m just a human. I’ve
heard you tease about it. I know how you both feel.”
    “Now who’s talking out their ass? We were shits, yeah, but
you never took the time to see how we felt. You were Miss All Business. You did
the spell and kicked us out!” Oh man, Jordan was grumpy.
    “You were still in me when you asked me to find you another
woman!” Steph jerked away from him, pushed Shaw away. “You didn’t even think
about me. You needed someone so you could fit in, so you came in with chocolate
and fucking and then wanted me to…” Her voice rose to a screech. “Get out of my
house!”
    Jordan grunted, going to all fours, his eyes glowing. “No.
Not unless you come with us.”
    “Get out!” She stood up, tears on her cheeks. Jordan opened
his mouth again, but she was crying again. Shaw couldn’t bear to see her cry.
    It didn’t help that she was reaching for her spellbook.
    He grabbed Jordan’s arm. “We should go.”
    “But—”
    “Now. Now. She’ll… We’ll come see her tomorrow.” With
clothes on. Shoes. Wine. That way she wouldn’t whammy them.
    Jordan stared at him, then Steph. Then Jordan growled and
shifted, leaping for the back door and slamming it almost off its hinges to get
out.
    “I’m…I’m sorry, Steph.”
    She looked at him, tears on her cheeks. “Don’t be. Find your
mate. Be happy. Just go.”
    “We