Addie (Pack of Misfits #1) - Raven Kennedy Page 0,25

it anymore, I scoot closer, take her hand, and move it to my cock. She immediately wraps her fingers around my girth and starts stroking me up and down.

“Squeeze harder,” I tell her, and she applies the perfect amount of pressure. “Yeah, just like that, baby girl,” I ground out, reaching forward to play with her tits. They’re just big enough to get the perfect handful. “Play with her clit, Lafe. I want her to come again.”

Lafe reaches around to take over, his thrusts growing harder, shoving her throat-deep onto Herrick’s dick. When she’s close to coming again, her hand on my cock stills, but I put my hand over hers and help her pump me faster. “That’s it, baby. Fuck all three of these cocks like the dirty little heat whore you are. Ride that wave all over us, because we fucking love it.”

She screams around Herrick’s dick, and he roars as he comes, too. Lafe slams into her one more time with his release, and then cum spurts out of me, gushing all over her side and dripping down to her swaying tits.

She collapses again on the bed, glowing from her orgasms, flushed from her heat, and looking absolutely fucking gorgeous with our cum soaking into her.

“We’ll let you rest,” I say, brushing her sweaty hair away from her forehead. “For a bit. And then we’ll take you again.”

She shivers and smiles in response, and even more of her sweet cream drips out of her. I can’t help but swipe a finger down and taste it. Before we can even catch our breath, she’s grabbing at us again, whimpering and whining for more as she grinds against our bodies, and my coyote pushes against me hard. Yep, my animal is totally and completely addicted to her, and so am I.

Best. Fucking. Heatwave. Ever.

8

Addie

Mmmm. I had the best sex dream. I usually don’t have those, but my heatwave must’ve brought it on. I’m nestled in bed, happy to stay in my cocoon of warmth as I remember the deliciousness of it all.

Three shifters at once. Too many orgasms to count. Wouldn’t that be something. I guess Mr. Penn Weiss from the bank and Herrick from the lake really left a lasting impression on me. I feel a bit greedy for conjuring up a third shifter, though. I guess I get thirsty when I’m riding my wave.

I move to stretch, since I should probably get up, but my arms feel weird. I blink open my crusty lids, forcing myself to wake up and take stock of what’s going on. My eyes swivel strangely and my mouth feels like…wait, where are my teeth…?

Oh, shit!

A loud squawk escapes me, and I fly up and out of the bed. I smack into the window, making the curtains crash down on top of me. Panicked and discombobulated, my wings flap like crazy, and I hear startled shouting erupt in the bedroom.

I try to escape the fabric, but I only get myself more tangled up. Someone finally rips the curtains away, and I look up and see all three naked guys towering over me. They stare down at me in varying degrees of surprise.

Herrick gapes. “She’s…she’s a...”

Lafe bursts out laughing. “Well…fuck a duck.”

“Seems we already did,” Penn drawls, taking in my feathered form.

Yep. I’m a duck shifter.

“Nice beak,” Lafe teases.

My duck flies up at his face like she’s going to snap at his nose. He makes a girly squeal and throws his arms up to try and ward her off. “Ducks are mean,” Lafe whines, making Penn laugh.

My duck eyes him with warning.

“Your beak really is nice. I wasn’t bullshitting. It’s all orange and cute and shit,” he says placatingly.

My duck can understand, only because I can understand, and she takes down her death glare a notch. Lafe visibly relaxes a bit. You’d think that with him being a coyote shifter, a mallard duck wouldn’t wig him out so much.

I try to shift back, but my duck really likes these guys apparently, because she doesn’t want to give in just yet. Plus, they’re all still blissfully naked, and she seems to like the view. She starts strutting around the room, walking over their feet and ruffling her feathers. She flies up at Penn, making him flinch before she lands on his shoulder. He stays frozen underneath her, like he’s scared to move.

Lafe stares at her where she’s perched and lifts a finger like he wants to pet her. She snaps in the direction of his