Brooke, Leah - Panthers' Prey [Black Panthers 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (26 page)

Crying out at the jolt of lust as he sank his teeth into her shoulder, she lifted herself to her elbows, arching upward to allow his searching hands to close over her breasts. Taken aback at the sensation of his hard cock sliding dangerously close to her puckered opening, she shivered and inadvertently lifted her bottom against him, the tingling awareness there leaving her confused and unnerved.

Her breasts, ultrasensitive beneath his hands, seemed to swell against his palms, hot and heavy against his much rougher skin.

James closed his fingers over her nipples, his warm breath against her neck sending shivers of delight racing through her.

“You like living dangerously, don’t you? Now that Marc’s teased that little hole, you want more, without even knowing just how completely you’ll feel taken when I fill your tight ass.”

Using his knees to push her legs apart, he pressed his cock against her slit, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

“You already know that shifters have better hearing, better sight, are stronger, and have a better sense of smell than other men. Did you also know that we’re very highly sexed?”

Bailey moaned, not daring to move, but her bottom and pussy clenched despite her best efforts. That low rumble in their voices when they were angry or aroused excited her more than she’d like to admit and had her trembling with need and fear every damned time. Struggling not to let her vulnerability show, she cleared her throat and made her tone as firm as she could.

“I thought all men liked sex. Oh, that feels good.” She tilted her head to give him better access as his lips moved with confident expertise over her neck and shoulder.

James chuckled, the dark seduction in his tone drawing her deeper into an erotic daze. “I can make it feel even better. My cock’s aching to get inside you.”

Slipping a hand under her abdomen, he lifted her hips several inches off of the bed, pressed the head of his cock at her slick entrance, and thrust his hips forward.

Bailey gasped as the steely hardness entered her, the thick head opening her wide. Each time James or Marc filled her, the low-level vibrations made her insides tingle with warmth, a phenomenon she’d never experienced with any other man.

At first she’d thought it just a figment of her imagination, but when it continued to happen, she couldn’t deny it any longer.

“It’s tingly. Oh, God. Why does it do that? No! Don’t stop. More.”

James stilled for a moment and then pressed against her back, sliding his cock deep. Pushing her hair back from her face, he kissed her cheek and lifted his head slightly to stare down at her.

“What are you talking about?”

To her chagrin, Marc approached from the side of the bed she faced and eased in beside her.

“Yes, Bailey. What are you talking about? Are you saying it feels good?”

James withdrew and slid deep again. “Tell us, honey.”

Inwardly cursing at herself for revealing so much, she moaned, pushing back against James in an effort to get him to move faster.

“It’s like a vibrator, but warmer. Oh, God. It feels so good.”

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Marc and James look at each other before both turned back to her, their eyes twinkling with amusement and lust.

James withdrew and slid deep again, sending those staggering sizzles over her inner walls.

“Are you saying it feels different when we take you?”

“Yes, damn it. Now, are you going to move or not?” She bucked against him, but James seemed content to stay where he was, deep inside her.

Marc’s eyes narrowed in speculation.

“Now, that’s an interesting piece of information that I plan to make use of the next time I’m inside you. James, I suggest you move. Our mate needs to come.”

With a bit-off curse, James slid one hand over her abdomen and one at her lower back.

“She’s not the only one.”

He started moving slowly, almost experimentally.

“I thought it was just us. My cock sizzles every time I take her. It must affect her, too. Fuck, that makes it even more exciting to take her. I didn’t think that was even possible.”

Bailey turned her face into the pillow to avoid Marc’s probing stare and groaned.

“I didn’t mean to say it, but it feels so damned good. Harder, damn you.”

James swiped his fingers over her clit, his hand on her back firming when she cried out and bucked against him.

“Yes, ma’am. You can have it as hard as you like, but you’ve got my motor revved up good. Now I’ve got to experiment just a little.”

Not quite sure what he meant by that, Bailey turned her head to the side, moaning when Marc reclined next to her and reached under her to toy with her nipples, his fingers applying just the right amount of pressure.

“I’m not a science project, damn you! Just fuck me. Make me come. I need to come again.”

Exhausted from the most incredible sex she’d ever had, she still wanted more. Wondering if she could die from pleasure, she attempted to buck harder.

James scraped his teeth over her shoulder in warning.

“Easy, babe. Cats might play with string, but panthers play with their mates. You’re just going to have to suffer through being my little play toy.”

Marc bent closer, running his lips up and down her arm and under her, chuckling softly when her breath hitched as he drew circles on her belly before making a trail to her breasts. He teased her nipples without mercy, tugging them and sending spikes of jagged need through her.

“I just had you, and I’m already hard for you again. The way you respond fascinates me. I could play with you all day.”

James ran both hands over her hips and bottom, his slow, deep thrusts filling her completely, taking her to the edge only to back off, holding only the head of his cock inside her for several heart-stopping moments before filling her again.

Her pussy spasmed around the thick cock filling it, the need to come like a living, breathing thing clawing at her.

Marc’s firm hands moved over her breasts, down her belly, and toward her slit, circling it with a devious finger. “Beautiful. Needy. Ours.”

Pushing back into James’s strokes, she whipped her head around to glare at Marc. “Stop playing with me and make me come.”

“And give up seeing you like this? Not a chance.”

With the intention of taking matters into her own hands, she started to reach for her clit, stilling when James pressed a thumb threateningly against her bottom hole.

When he pressed a little more, her bottom stung, startling her so much she sucked in a breath and lifted up on her hands until she was on all fours.

Taking shallow breaths, she closed her eyes, once again struck by the erotic nature of her two lovers.

“What—what are you doing?”

Marc chuckled and traced circles on her belly, making her clench again.

“Got your attention, didn’t he, and he kept you from playing with that clit. Well, I’ll be damned. It’s nice to know we aren’t the only ones out of control here.”

Sucking in another breath as James withdrew his cock almost all the way before surging deep again, she cried out as Marc’s fingers grazed her clit.

Each orgasm seemed to prepare her for the next, her body never quite sated.

“If you think I’m going to let this…
thing
control me, you—”

A strangled cry escaped as James applied more pressure and the tip of his thumb passed through the tight ring of muscle and into her ass.

Shivers went up and down her spine, and she clamped down on him in both openings, moaning harshly at the sting and sharp tingles at her puckered opening. With his cock filling her pussy, the thumb in her ass felt huge.

She liked sex raw and sweaty, but Marc and James brought a dark, primitive decadence to the act that staggered her. Stunned her.

Enthralled her.

James held her steady with a hand at her hip.

“You were saying, love?”

Throwing her head back, she closed her eyes, losing herself in the sheer pleasure of his wicked invasion.

Her trembling made her movements clumsy as she rocked back against James, inadvertently causing a tug to the nipple Marc held between his thumb and forefinger. It felt so good she did it again, rocking harder this time, thrilling at the feel of the thick cock moving inside her.

Marc’s low growl, followed by a string of curses, vibrated over her skin, the taps of his finger to her clit like little jolts to her system.

“I have no fucking idea how we’re supposed to fight this.” Bending toward her, he brushed his lips over her shoulder. “Sometimes I don’t even know why the hell I want to.”

With a hand flat on her lower back, James pushed his thumb a little deeper.

“I’m sure as hell not going to. There’s not a chance in hell I’m letting her go.”

Bailey shook her head in denial of his arrogant claim, moving in time to James’s quick thrusts. “Oh, God.”

The slow roll of pleasure seemed to come from deep within her, a place she’d never even known about before.

So big it frightened her, her orgasm swelled impossibly, consuming her as it hit, leaving her panting and breathless, her body frozen in shock. The pressure and strength of it made it impossible for her to even cry out, the pitiful whimpers pouring out of her, unfamiliar and frightening.

Her orgasm went on and on, keeping her in the grip of the most sublimely sexual release she’d ever experienced.

Her clit seemed to explode with pleasure, her pussy and bottom clamping down on James and making the too-full sensation even stronger, setting off another swell of indescribable pleasure, one that forced a silent scream from her and made stars burst from behind her eyelids.

James cursed, thrust deep, and came, his cock pulsing his release as he pushed his thumb even deeper.

To her utter shock, and amazed delight, James let out what could only be described as a roar, a deep rumbling sound that probably should have scared her, but only added to the intensity of the moment.

Marc slowed his strokes and then stopped altogether, running his hands over her.

“Jesus, baby. Shh. You’re okay. Breathe, Bailey. Fuck, James. What the hell happened? Come on, baby. Breathe for me. I’ve got you.”

Marc’s voice sounded as though it came from a distance and held a tenderness she’d never heard in it before, one that had her fighting back tears.

Blaming it on the weakness as she came down from the most incredible orgasm of her life, and the intense vulnerability that hit her again hard, she went willingly when he gathered her against him. Slumping in his arms, she couldn’t hold back a whimper when James withdrew from both openings and dropped to the bed behind her.

Still shaken by what had just happened and trying to stop the tremors that raced through her, she held on to Marc, grateful for the strength and warmth of the hard bodies surrounding her.

She wanted James to hold her.

It made no sense, but she needed to be held by James as she’d never needed before. She was cold without him. Bereft. And she wanted to cry.

Wrapping an arm around her from behind, James kissed her shoulder.

“You okay, honey?”