Very Much Alive

Chapter Seven

The door shut quietly behind Travis, with Morgan and Magnus in tow, magical leashes around their necks and wrists. Logan leaned back, studied the door intently, and made a few graceful gestures with his hands.

Something glowed on the edges of Jordan's vision, settling back down into nothingness when Logan was done.

It never failed to amaze her when they used their powers around her. They were so ordinary otherwise that, when they did act otherworldly it was a bit of a shock. Kir's “temper tantrum” of a storm was still raining all over the city, and there were fresh scorch marks in the wood where Logan had been standing.

Logan turned and exchanged a look with Kir, his head leaning against the door. The way Logan was shaking his head worried Jordan. His shoulders were tense, but she could just see the corner of his mouth, and it was turned up.

Kir wasn't much better. He was leaning up against the wall with his arms crossed. His expression was hungry as he stared at her. The heat in his gaze nearly burned her. She licked her lips, her heart beating faster as his gaze locked on her mouth.

Logan turned around, leaned against the door, and crossed his arms over his chest. If Kir's expression was hungry, Logan's was predatory.

Her gaze darted back and forth between the two men, reading trouble there. She knew how difficult the last few weeks had been on them. The men hadn't sought relief with one another, despite how hot they'd all made each other. She also knew they weren't truly angry with her. She'd been here long enough to see how both men reacted when they were pissed, and this wasn't it. From the looks of things, they were definitely more horny than irritated. Looks like my time's up. An erotic shiver went down her spine. She still couldn't believe she'd lasted as long as she had. Maybe part of her recent bitchiness was her own frustration peeking through. Truth be told she was just as tired of waiting. “Uh, guys?"

"You took the wards down.” Logan started forward, his arms moving easily by his sides. His stride was lazy, his gaze hooded as he stalked towards her.

She shook her head. “I really have no idea what you're talking about.” She started to inch back as Kir pushed off from the wall and began circling towards her. He glided around the chaise and the ottoman, his eyes never leaving her.

She felt the brush of Logan's fingers against her cheek and yelped. She whipped around to find him right on top of her. “I think I know which one of my gifts you received.” He took her arm and began steering her backwards towards the chaise. “How badly did you want to see Travis?"

Pretty damn bad, but she wasn't about to tell them that. “He's my friend as well as my boss. And I called him here."

"You didn't just create a pass-through for Travis, Jordan; you took all the protections down."

She gulped. “I don't know magic, Logan. How would I do that?"

Logan grinned, the expression all teeth. “I'll explain later. First, Kir and I are going to make sure you're too damn busy to email anyone else.” He leaned in close, nearly distracting her from Kir, who'd come up behind her.

Kir's hands settled on her waist, his lips teasing the side of her neck. His lips slowly moved up her neck to lick delicately at the shell of her ear. She could feel her brain shutting down as images of her in a heavenly sandwich began overriding everything else. From the look in their eyes, her days of putting them off were officially over, and while her mind said wait a minute , her body was singing the Hallelujah

Chorus. “Uh, are the wards back up?"

Logan's hands began unbuttoning her blouse. “Yup.” The feral heat in his eyes had her heart pounding.

“Don't worry, sweetheart. We won't be interrupted."

He pushed her shirt off her shoulders, Kir taking over to pull it off her arms. “No?"

"No.” He took her mouth in a kiss designed to set her soul on fire. She felt Kir gripping the back of her head, pulling her gently to the side. Logan moaned in response.

"My turn.” Kir's mouth descended, ravaging hers in a kiss that rivaled Logan's. He broke off, licking his lips. “Sweet."

"Mm-hmm.” Logan hummed his response against the curve of her breast as he nibbled down towards her nipple.

When did I lose my bra? Wait. When did I lose my shirt?

She felt Kir kneel behind her, taking her jeans and panties with him. When he nipped at one of her ass cheeks she gasped.

"Like that, sweetheart?” Logan took her nipple gently between his lips and sucked, the sensation rocketing down to her clit.

"Oh God,” she moaned, arching into the gentle bite of Logan's teeth.

"Yes?” the two men chorused.

She stared up at Logan, who was looking down at her with something more than just heat. She turned her head slightly and felt Kir rub his cheek against hers like an affectionate cat, the whiskers of his five o'clock shadow abrading her skin.

For two weeks they'd teased, touched, laughed, and kissed, but hadn't gone beyond that. They'd shown her both the good and the bad of living with them.

Now she couldn't picture living without them.

She reached up and caressed Logan's cheek, leaning her own cheek against Kir's.

Logan turned his head and kissed her palm. “I think that's a yes."

The relief in his voice made her smile.

"I think so, too."

She laughed, and nodded. “Yes."

She never saw two men strip so fast in her life. Kir was the first to lose his clothes, tripping and falling down on the chaise as he tried to remove his shoes and pants at the same time. He scooted further up the chaise after exchanging a wicked look with Logan.

Jordan gasped when Logan put her on the chaise, straddling Kir's calves. He gently pushed the back of her head, putting her lips down to Kir's cock, lifting her hips at the same time. She blushed, knowing the view he was getting of her wet pussy. “Suck him, baby."

Kir was staring down the length of his body, his hand gently stroking her hair as he looked at her with a hot, pleading look. “Please."

That quick laughter turned to a need so raw her pussy wept from it. She grabbed the base of his cock and lifted it up, licking around the flared head in slow, lingering swipes. His slow hiss as he lifted his hips was music to her ears.

She moaned when Logan's fingers circled her clit. “Take him in, sweetheart. I want to watch you make him come."

"Oh, shit.” Kir's eyes went wide as Jordan took him as far down as she could go. His eyes rolled back in his head as she sucked as hard as she could, his moans and gasps of pleasure spurring her on.

A wet tongue lapped at her pussy. “It's been a very long time since I've had a woman.” Logan's voice was dark and rich with need. “And I intend to enjoy every—” lick “—last—” lick “—long—” lick

“—minute of it."

She groaned as Logan settled in behind her, sucking on her clit as she tongued the underside of Kir's cock. Kir grabbed both sides of her head as she bobbed up and down on him. She made sure to keep her tongue hard against the underside of his cock, something he seemed to appreciate if his moans were anything to go by.

Nothing made her hotter than a man who let her know he was enjoying himself.

Logan stopped sucking on her and stood, leaning over her back. One hand continued to play her clit while the other hand landed on the chaise, holding him steady. She could feel the warm head of his cock lodge between her thighs, brushing her wet core. She pushed back a bit, trying to get him inside her.

The slap on her ass tingled and made her jump. “Naughty girl. Not yet.” Logan's tongue lapped the crease of Kir's thigh and groin, making Kir cry out. The agonized pleasure on the blond man's face was a sight to behold.

She bucked back onto Logan's hand as he inserted what felt like two fingers into her pussy. She reached around and stroked his cock, resting against her hip, until he pulled away from her.

"No. Kir first, then I get mine.” His mouth went back to Kir's balls, tonguing them while she sucked.

"Oh, shit, oh shit, oh shit !” Kir bucked up into her mouth and came down her throat, one hand clenched in her hair, the other clenched in Logan's.

"Mmm, nice,” Logan purred, pulling his mouth off Kir's balls. He put one knee on the chaise and leaned over, kissing Kir long and hard.

He turned to Jordan. “Your turn."

Logan helped Kir up off the chaise while Jordan watched, wide-eyed. “My turn?"

Kir chuckled. “You didn't think we would leave you wanting, did you?” He picked her up and laid her gently on the chaise. “It's simple, really.” He plucked her hard nipples with his fingers as Logan went down on her again, lapping at her like a starving man. “Logan's going to eat you until you come, then I'm going to fuck you while you suck his cock."

"Hey!” Jordan looked down to see Logan frowning at Kir. “Who says you get to fuck her first?"

"I do.” He was grinning at Logan, who leaned against Jordan's thigh with a cocky look on his face.

"I think I should get to fuck her first."

The two glared at one another, then grinned. “One, two, three, shoot!"

"Damn.” Kir threw his head back and laughed. “Looks like you get to fuck her first."

Jordan stared at the two men who'd just played Rock Paper Scissors for the right to take her first.

“You're kidding me, right?"

Logan dived right back in, sucking on her clit until the argument, and how they'd handled it, was blown right out of her head. Kir was suckling her nipples, one right after the other, the sensation almost more than she could bear. Then Logan worked a little of his magic, heating his tongue just a little bit more than a normal human could do. It was if he'd sipped hot coffee then immediately gone down on her. The added sensation threw her over the edge. She came, clenching Kir to her breasts as she bucked up against Logan's mouth with a shuddering moan.

Kir kissed her as Logan eased her down off the orgasm, lapping at her mouth as gently as Logan lapped at her pussy.

Logan sat back on his heels and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Ready, sweetheart?"

She fell back with a laugh; she was still seeing stars from the orgasm he'd already given her. “Not really, no."

He looked at Kir, who had started stroking his growing erection, and bit his lip. “Want to watch?"

Kir's hand stopped. His gaze went from Logan to Jordan and back again.

Can I really watch the two of them together?

She'd read some male/male erotic romances before, gifts from Jeff, and had liked them a lot more than she thought she would. And this would be the real test; she knew if she couldn't completely accept this side of their relationship she would lose both Logan and Kir.

The thought of losing either one of them left her feeling cold and alone.

Logan crawled over to Kir and reached out a hand. Kir watched as both he and Logan stroked Kir's cock. Jordan felt her arousal begin to build all over again as the two of them pleasured Kir. She looked up into Kir's face and saw him watching her, anxiety warring with his pleasure. She had the urge to reach over and begin stroking him herself, just to reassure him.

Hell. This must be love.

Kir looked down at his lovers, keeping a careful eye on Jordan to make sure she was handling what she was seeing.

When Logan's warm, wet tongue lapped the head of his cock he had to close his eyes. The sensation was incredible, different from the feel of Jordan doing the same. Where she'd lapped slowly, savoring him, Logan devoured, intent on gobbling every last bite.

And with Logan he could be a little bit rougher. He grabbed the sides of Logan's head and forced his cock down Logan's throat, moaning at the sight of his length disappearing between Logan's greedy lips.

He began fucking his lover's mouth steadily, watching his wet cock glide between those red lips.

"Oh, wow,” Jordan breathed. Her small, delicate hands began gliding up and down Logan's back.

“Okay, that's a lot hotter than I thought it would be."

She began marking Logan with little nipping kisses up and down his back as he sucked on Kir's cock.

Logan moaned around him, making Kir gasp.

Fuck, he wasn't going to last very long at this rate.

"Oh, fuck.” Logan's eyes were squeezed shut. Kir looked down and saw Jordan jacking him off, one hand running up and down his cock, the other cradling his balls.

"She's got an even better mouth, love.” Kir smiled, watching Logan writhe under Jordan's hands.

Logan looked up with a hot grin. “Fuck that shit.” Kir toppled back as Logan pushed him, hard. He landed on his back on the chaise again. “Up you go!” Logan took Jordan's hands and put her over Kir, sixty-nine style.

Oh, I like where this is going. Kir grinned as he took a hold of Jordan's hips, holding her steady as Logan entered her on one long, slow thrust.

Jordan took him back into her warm, wet mouth with a greedy moan. She sucked him down as Logan set up a steady rhythm, his balls slapping up against her with a wet sound.

Kir lapped at her clit and she quivered, making Logan gasp and lose his rhythm. With a wicked grin Kir made sure that at least some of his licks hit Logan on the balls as Jordan devoured his cock.

He couldn't help himself, it felt so damn good. He bucked up into Jordan's mouth, feeling the wet heat, watching Logan fuck her from below.

Oh, yeah, not gonna last long at all.

He reached down and grabbed a hold of Jordan's head, steadily fucking her mouth while he suckled her erect clit. Her long, drawn out groan as she came above him nearly had him spilling down her throat.

It was a good thing Logan had had Jordan give him that blow job. Logan could go all fucking day without coming if he wanted. Kir, on the other hand, needed something to take the edge off.

"Oh, yeah. Again. Do that again."

Kir began lapping once more at Jordan as Logan began fucking her harder. He tried to concentrate on what he was doing to them, afraid if he paid too much attention to his cock he would blow before he was ready.

He had every intention of blowing his next load in Jordan's hot, wet pussy.

He ran his hands up and down her back, his fingers tangling with Logan's.

This was even better than he'd dreamed. The two people who meant the most to him in the world, the three of them in one big, happy knot as they made love to one another.

The feel of Jordan's mouth was driving him insane. And watching Logan fuck her?

Damn.

She was moaning around his cock again, driving him insane. He couldn't help himself. He reached around again, holding her head steady while he fucked her mouth. He was so damn close...

He howled as he came down her throat again. He fell limp, panting for breath, eyes closing as Logan stroked slowly in and out of Jordan.

He collapsed with a laugh as Jordan licked him clean. Well, hell . Guess he'd have to wait to feel her pussy around him, but he really couldn't find it in himself to complain too much.

Jordan leaned back and did her best to swallow Kir's come. He didn't taste human. He tasted like springtime, and fresh water, and everything sweet, like nectar. She'd never been a huge one for giving blow jobs, but damn. Any time Kir wanted one, she was so there.

"You like that, sweetheart? You want more?"

She shuddered as Kir pulled her hips down, lapping again at her clit.

"Now you know one of the reasons I love fucking him. He's so damn delicious."

The naughty words sent a shudder through her. Logan picked up the pace as he felt it. “You gonna come for me again, sweetheart?"

She felt it begin again, that slow build up that heralded her orgasm, her whole body clenching and unclenching. Her head dropped to Kir's hip as he suddenly pulled her clit into his mouth and sucked, hard.

She came screaming, her toes curling, her nails digging into Kir's thighs as she rocked back against Logan.

"Oh, shit .” Logan moaned and grabbed her hips, thrusting in and out of her so rapidly she was surprised she didn't light on fire.

"Oh, fuck, yeah, come, Logan."

Kir's deep voice seemed to send Logan over the edge as he exploded in her still quivering pussy, his deep shout echoing off the walls. The hot, wet warmth of his come bathed her womb.

Logan's hands landed on either side of her and Kir, his breathing deep and harsh. Kir let her go with one last, soft lick, letting her complete her collapse onto his body.

"No fair, Kir. That was foul play."

She could feel Kir smiling against her inner thigh. “I want my turn, remember?"

Logan snorted. “Shoving your finger up my ass and making me come gets you your turn?” He twisted and collapsed onto the chaise, pulling her with him, so that he cradled her body against him.

Kir grinned happily and petted Jordan's leg. He looked ready to purr. “I know you. You'd have stayed there all day if I let you."

"Would I have had any say in this?” Jordan wheezed. She was still trying to catch her breath after three of the most intense orgasms of her life.

"No."

"Uh-uh."

Jordan snorted.

Kir laughed so hard he fell off the chaise.