Prowling the Vet (19 page)

Tyler gripped her head and gasped as she worked his flesh,
similar feelings of pleasure engulfing Brandon's cock while he stripped off his
clinging clothes. His skin burned like it did when he was about to shift. He
was aching to bond with her, the ménage mating that his family had predicted he
needed meaning more to him now than ever before.

He stood and watched Laura pleasuring his brother, and his own
cock rose and tingled as though it were being done to him. They were linked.
If…no
when,
they mated, Brandon knew
that pleasure unlike anything he had ever known awaited him.

“Up on your knees, babe.”

He tapped Laura's ass and she pulled back off the bed with a
wild look in her green eyes. She ripped off her clothes in a flurry of jeans
and cotton. Then she resumed sucking Tyler while on all fours, bobbing her head
in a hypnotic rhythm.

Brandon stared at his beloved and groaned as the erotic picture
she made sent heat blazing through his blood. His cock throbbed, yet he waited
to penetrate her, bending forward and setting his tongue against her already-glistening
slit. Honeysuckle burst across his tongue as Laura squealed and pushed back
against him.

He slid his tongue from ass to clit, tasting her swollen, hot
flesh, and moaning as his cock swelled and hardened.
God, how I lust after this woman.

“Beautiful, you need to ride me...”

Her cunt disappeared from beneath his tongue. Laura was up and
straddling Tyler before Brandon could blink.

He watched her grip Tyler's dick in her fist and
impale
herself, the sight and subsequent feel of her cunt
swallowing up Tyler's cock almost enough to make him blow.

Brandon took a steadying breath and marveled at the sensations
pulsing through him. Not as strong as though Laura were on him, but an echo of
that tight squeeze wrapped around him.

Laura began really riding Tyler, their skin slapping together as
he thrust up and she pounded down.

"Oh, fuck, I'm
gonna
’..."

Laura hopped off of him as Tyler squirted, white cum covering
his chest and belly. As he cried out and threw back his head, his body shuddered
in time with the pulsing of his cock.

My turn.
With his heart
pounding an erratic tattoo against his ribs, Brandon reached over to them,
grabbed Laura around her tiny waist, and flipped her over.

She landed on her back and Brandon was on her, kissing those
pink lips and pressing his cock to her pussy.

“Please! Yes!” Laura cried out, grabbing his ass and pulling him
into her in a move that smacked of desperation. He slammed into her, the front
of his thighs connecting with her ass and the inside of her legs. She screamed
and came, clamping down on him, and milking him as he continued to fuck her
through her noises.

Over and over, he thrust into her tight, wet, welcoming body,
closing his eyes and opening his mind up to the rainbow of new sensations
available to him.
Bloody hell!
She
touched his very soul when they were joined like this.

Love was raining down upon him like the sunshine in the middle
of summer, and he never wanted to step away from the light or heat again. Her
breath was hot against his neck as she licked and kissed whatever skin she
could get to, her hips rising in time with his thrusts.

She began to make keening noises again, her cunt quivering
around him. His balls tightened and his cock began screaming at him with
sensation. He was so gone.

“Brandon!”

His eyes snapped open to see her green eyes staring at him,
wonder and love glowing like embers in a dying fire. He began to cum and pulled
out too
late,
spurting all over both him and her as he
cried out, collapsing on top of her amidst hot skin covered in sweat and cum.

Laura’s
chest was rising and falling at a rapid rate, her hands coming up to grip his
hair, holding him to her.

“Oh,
thank you, thank you,
thank
you.”

She
let out a strange sob and clung to him, something inside of him cracking open
like the final stage of a butterfly cocoon, transforming him into something
incredible. He’d do everything in his power to make sure this woman always felt
loved, wanted, appreciated. He would devote his life to that goal.

“You
okay?” he asked as he kissed her ear and rolled to the side so that she was
once again in between him and Tyler.

“Okay?
Much better than okay.”
She laughed and stroked her
hands down his chest, then turned her head and reached around to touch Tyler as
well.

“Tyler, you feeling all right, or
should I get some more painkillers?”

Soft
snoring reached their ears and Brandon lifted his head to see his twin brother
passed out. He chuckled and pulled Laura against his chest.

“Looks like he needs more rest.
You wore him out.”

Laura
giggled and snuggled closer. Brandon began to close his eyes when she gasped
and lifted her head,
an incredibly
beautiful smile
lighting up her face.

“
Wanna
’ have a quick shower? I’ve been dying to try out that
double-
nozzled
shower.”

Brandon
kissed her nose and nodded. Why not?

“Let’s
go.”

Laura
bounded up and off the bed, laughing as she ran to the bathroom and turned on
the water. Brandon sat up slowly and slid off the bed with a sense of purpose.

He
strode toward the bathroom with his resolve firmly in place. His woman would
never regret loving him.

Chapter Fourteen

Brandon’s
phone vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it out. A name came up on the caller
ID that he did not want to see, and he found himself glaring down at it.
Fuck!
He hadn’t gotten around to
blocking her yet.

“Sorry
babe, it’s Simone.” He waved the phone at Laura, aware that she may blow a
gasket any moment, but he wasn’t lying about anything—not
even
these little things.

Laura
frowned. “Have you approached her about her lies yet?”

Brandon
let his frown
disappear,
an idea forming that brought
a grin to his face.

“No,
I haven’t. Might be time to do that, don’t you think?”

He
placed the phone on the table and hit Receive and the speakerphone in two
pushes.

“Simon, you lying little bitch.”

Simon’s
gasp, then giggle, hit him in the gut and he clenched his teeth, watching Laura
gag on the other side of the kitchen bench.

He
winked at his woman and watched a small smile spread across her face. This was
risky, Simone could be one nasty piece of work, but it would be worth it to
reassure Laura that he hadn’t been cheating on her.

“What’s
wrong, Brandon? Have you missed me?”

 
Her voice was sickly sweet and Brandon
couldn’t repress the shudder that rose. God, she was cold. “Not one tiny little
bit, sweetheart. But I would like to know why you told Laura that we were
together last Friday night.”

There
was silence on the other end of the line and Brandon waited. His ex-fuck-buddy
might just hang up instead of attempting to justify her bullshit.

“You
deserve better than some fat, ugly human, Brandon. You know she’ll never be
able to satisfy you the way we can.” She let out a purr that made him shudder
once again.

He’d
had a threesome or two with Simone, hoping that if he added in another woman
there would be a little bit of warmth or affection that would make their sex
more palatable. But no, there had just been
more greedy
taking by her.

“I
don’t like you lying about me, Simone.” He forced some warmth into his tone,
hoping to charm the truth out of her. “It’s not very polite of you.”

She
laughed, the sound a little strained now. “I wasn’t really lying, Brandon. I
saw you running toward the mountain and I shifted to chase you. I know how much
you love mating in the moonlight.”

Brandon
clenched his teeth and lifted his gaze, mouthing
sorry
to Laura.

She
fluttered her hands and smiled at him.

He
was wavering now. Push forward and get the truth and risk hurting Laura some
more, or not? He leant his forearms against the cold marble and focused on the
phone.

“Yeah,
but you didn’t find me. I ran to the cave and back and didn’t see anyone.” And
that was the truth!

She
huffed a little. “Yeah, I know. I couldn’t catch you and cut my paw on a rock
near the pond.”

Brandon
wanted to shout as victory flowed through him. He stood up straight and grinned
at Laura. She smiled brightly at him, love filling him up.

“Thanks
for straightening that out, Simone. I couldn’t have Laura thinking I’d ever lie
to her.”

“What?
You can’t be with her, Brandon. She’s not even a shifter!”

Brandon
picked up the phone and spoke into the speaker directly.

“Laura
is the most beautiful, amazing woman I’ve ever met, and I wanted you to be the
first to know. Let the rest of the pack know that Tyler and I are no longer
available.”

A
loud hissing came through the phone as Simone began to boil like a kettle on
heat.

Their
pack had very few laws, but his parents were wealthy, respected, and powerful.
If necessary, he’d pull every string he had to keep Laura safe and happy.

“You
fucking bastard…”

Brandon
chuckled. “Nope, I know who both my parents are, Simone, unlike you. And as for
the fucking bit…yeah, I think I’ll get back to that.”

He
hit the End button before she could spit any more poison at him. He’d had
enough of those sorts of females for a lifetime. Laura slid off her seat and
rounded the bench, coming up to him and running her hands up and around his
neck.

“So
you don’t want to keep your options open anymore, huh? No more never-ending
smorgasbord of women?”

Her
eyes were bright and her tone was cheeky, yet Brandon knew that he needed to
put this subject to bed once and for all. “I want you, my beautiful girl. No
one comes within a street of your beauty, your sensuality, or your amazing
heart.”

Laura
continued to stare up at him and Brandon faltered. He loved her, he needed to
tell her, but something held the words back.

“Thank
you, Brandon. I really appreciate you doing that for me.”

She
went up on her toes and kissed him, drawing him into her taste and heat. When
she backed toward the bedroom, he went willingly, and happily kept her there
all afternoon.

****

Laura
sat on their bed the following day, with her feet tucked up under her. She
stared at her two men, because that’s what they were, whether they loved her or
not. She loved them and her heart would never allow another in.

“What’s
up?”

She
cocked her head and watched them prowl around the large room in their human
form. She’d love to see them both in lion form, because as men they were
magnificent to watch—so lithe and graceful, yet so powerful and strong. Their
muscles flexed beneath their cotton T-shirts and they were making growly noises
that made her wiggle on the bed. Whenever their lion sides came out, she got a
lovemaking session to break the record books, and it looked like they were
definitely up to the task tonight. They finally come to a stop, shoulder to
shoulder, and stared at her.

“We
want you to mate with us,” they said in unison.

It
would have been funny if it didn’t make Laura want to cry. She wasn’t sure she
could do that. Not yet. She wasn’t ready.

“Ah....”
She looked down at her hands, examining the lines of her palms and her too-
short fingernails. She’d always wanted pretty, painted fingernails. They looked
so elegant when done right. But she never could with the way she worked.

“Laura?”
Tyler’s gentle voice floated over to her, encouraging her back into reality.
She forced herself to raise her head and sighed as longing for her men passed
over her.

“I’m
sorry, but I can’t.”

Brandon’s
jaw became hard and tight, his blue eyes glittering with rage. “Is it still
about all those stupid skanks?”

Laura
snapped her glare to her big Viking, clenching her jaw as fire spread over her
face. Why didn’t they understand how big a deal that was for her?

“It’s
not just that, but yeah, I’m still worried about that. I know it’s not fair to
blame you for your past. You made your choices and that’s your right.”

“It’s
not like you were a virgin either when we met you, Laura.”