The Lion's Shared Bride (6 page)

Nina moaned, and Aedan couldn’t hold back any longer, he thrust into her slowly, letting her feel him filling her up inch by inch, breathing deep to maintain his control as her muscles rippled around him. He opened his eyes and watched as Nina brought her mouth down on Soren’s cock, taking just the tip at first and then working her way downward slowly, sucking and licking.

He began to move inside of her, thrusting deeper and deeper, forcing himself to keep his pace steady. “God,” he said, panting slightly as her body tensed around him, the heat and wetness of her wrapping around his cock so deliciously he could barely believe it. “I am never… ever… letting you leave, Nina-love. You feel way too good.” Nina’s hips began to move and Aedan knew that none of the three of them would last very long. He grabbed at her hips, pulling her back onto him harder even as he began to thrust faster and faster into her. Nina’s muffled moans filled his ears, the liquid, slurping sounds of her mouth on Soren’s cock adding to the heady atmosphere.

Her muscles began to flex around him in erratic spasms. Aedan shifted his hips against her and smiled to himself, gritting his teeth to maintain some shred of self-control as she cried out. He knew he’d brushed up against her pleasure center and he did it again, rubbing slowly back and forth across the cluster of nerves he’d found. Nina pushed back against him, moaning over and over again, her sounds barely muffled by Soren’s cock between her lips. Aedan watched as she began to suck and lick the other man more and more eagerly, moving as if possessed, utterly abandoned to the pleasure.

In a matter of moments, Aedan’s eyes fell shut and he was thrusting into her hard and fast. He felt his cock twitching and then felt Nina’s pussy gushing onto him as she hit her orgasm just a second ahead of him, her whole body tightening. Aedan was barely aware of Soren’s long, low moan of pleasure as the other man reached his climax last. He kept pushing his hips into Nina’s as his whole body tingled with the force of sensations coursing through his veins, his orgasm rocking him.

He sagged against Nina’s body, pressing his face against her back, just between her shoulders as the last of the spasms of pleasure began to abate. The scent of Nina’s body, the pheromones of her satisfied pleasure, were nearly enough to make him wish he had no refractory period at all to worry about; he was almost ready to have her again. Aedan turned his head just enough to see Nina’s face pressed against Soren’s thighs, inches away from the other man’s slightly-shiny cock, and Soren, head tilted back against the headboard, eyes closed, body flushed. He chuckled lowly to himself. They had pulled it off, Soren and him, they had not only managed to convince Nina, at least for the moment, to try being with the two of them but they had managed to share her successfully, without their egos getting in the way. Aedan buried his face once more against Nina’s back, breathing in her scent. The sound of all three of them panting, the feeling of thrumming heat, filled Aedan’s mind as he drifted into a doze, hands still gripping Nina’s hips, his cock still buried deep inside of her.

*

Soren opened his eyes at the sound of his phone buzzing. Nina was still sprawled out against his legs. Aedan had shifted to her side, his arms draped around her. Soren shook his head, smiling to himself. He combed his fingers through his hair and sat up in the bed as his phone buzzed again. “You’ll both have to excuse me,” he said, carefully pulling his legs out from underneath Nina.

She stirred, her eyes opening, and Soren nearly forgot what he was doing.
Even if she likes Aedan better than me, we have to keep her,
he thought. His phone buzzed again and Soren swung his legs over the edge of the bed, standing up quickly to retrieve it.

“So, love,” Aedan said behind him, “what do you think about us sharing you now?” Soren kicked at the clothing scattered around on Aedan’s floor, looking for his pants. He heard Nina chuckle lowly. Soren’s gaze fell onto the jeans he had been wearing and he bent over to pick them up.

“You said I would have the weekend to think about it,” she said. Soren slipped his phone out of his pocket and sat down on the edge of his bed, unlocking the screen.

“That we did. But I’d love a progress report,” Aedan told Nina.

Soren saw that the buzzing had been from text messages and opened up the app. It was from Anna.

Trouble, boss. Alex is going to challenge you at the next hunt. He announced his intentions to Giselle and Kieran.

Soren closed his eyes for a moment in frustration before reading the next part of the message.

Alex wants to bring Jordan back into the Pride, and he wants to kick Aedan and you out.

Soren licked his lips; he could still taste Nina on them. There was nothing he could do about it at the moment, at least, nothing directly. Getting Nina to be his mate and Aedan’s would improve matters. He should have expected a move from Alex; being Jordan’s brother, he would have an interest in the latter rejoining the Pride, even if Jordan had voluntarily exiled himself after being defeated.

“Well, in the sex department, at least, that was pretty amazing,” Nina said.

Soren read the last part of the message.

Alex has some backing in the Pride, according to Giselle. What was that you were saying about hitting singles bars?

Soren pressed his lips together and decided that he would have to address the situation later. The next hunt would be at the end of the week and the best thing he and Aedan could do would be to have a mate. Soren turned his attention back to Nina and Aedan and smiled, putting his phone down on the bedside table. He would answer Anna later.

Nina was sprawled on her back, her head tilted towards Aedan, who had one arm draped around her waist. The other were-lion glanced at Soren. “Did you hear that, Soren? The sex was pretty amazing.”

Soren chuckled, shifting down on the bed and laying down on the other side of Nina’s naked body. Satisfied as he was at the moment, he could appreciate her body in more objective terms. Soren let his hand wander from her full breasts, down along her not-quite-flat belly, to the lush curve of her hip. Ever since he had seen her picture on the matchmaking site, he had been consumed with the desire to actually see her naked.  If the effect was slightly diminished by the sight of Aedan’s arm draped over her, the fact that he could still smell the scent of her pheromones dancing in the air made Aedan’s inclusion less irritating.

“It won’t be all threesomes, you know,” Soren pointed out, letting his hand trail down along Nina’s inner thigh. She shivered, turning her head to look at him.

“Hmmm,” she said, stretching, her gaze flicking from Soren to Aedan and then back. “That’s almost a shame. That was a lot of fun.” She grinned, and Soren wondered if she knew just how much she was driving him crazy.

The way she arched her back to stretch brought her breasts up into the air and for just a moment all Soren could think of was burying his face against them, or cupping them in his hands and teasing her nipples until she made those delicious noises he’d heard only a few moments before. His hand tightened on her thigh in reaction and Soren felt his bones shifting inside of him, felt the tingling magic of his instinctive change rippling through his body. He suppressed it savagely—he was not going to change in front of this woman and possibly jeopardize what goodwill he and Aedan had managed to achieve.

“Well, look at it this way: you’ll have a couple of days a week with Aedan, a couple of days a week with me… you’ll be the most sexually satisfied woman on the planet.” Soren let one of his fingers stray upwards to caress the slick folds of Nina’s pussy. She laughed, the sound catching in her throat as Soren’s fingertips pressed more firmly against her.

“Poor little love’s going to be exhausted,” Aedan pointed out. Soren watched as the other man cupped Nina’s breast with his hand, his thumb and forefinger closing around her nipple and giving it a playful tweak. “We should probably give her at least one night a week where she can sleep alone, don’t you think?” Soren leaned in and kissed Nina’s shoulder.

“Considering there’s an odd number of days in a week I think that’s only fair.”

“Are you seriously both going to be having sex with me six times a week?” Nina sat up slightly, turning onto her stomach and depriving them both of the lush view.

Soren could tell by the flicker of disappointment on Aedan’s face that the other man had been enjoying it as much as he had.
Of course, there is nothing wrong with the view from behind,
Soren thought, his gaze shifting to the round curve of Nina’s ass. On the other side of her, Aedan snorted.

“Six
times
? No, love.” Aedan glanced at Soren before returning his attention to Nina. “I can confidently promise you will be having sex at least twelve times a week.” Soren, watching Nina’s face intently, saw the look of doubt flicker through her eyes. A tinge of something like fear cut through the thick sweetness of her pheromones and Soren slid his hand along the length of her back soothingly.

“Neither of us is going to force you,” Soren said, giving Aedan a quick, firm glance—not quite a reprimand, but as close as he was willing to give a man he considered his near-equal. “If you don’t want to have sex you can say no at any time and we’ll respect that.” Aedan’s eyes widened.

“Of course, of course, love—I didn’t mean to frighten you into thinking we were going to have our way with you whether you wanted it or not. That’s not what this is going to be like.” Soren felt a flash of possessive jealousy as Aedan leaned in and kissed the back of Nina’s neck, his strong hands carefully guiding her hair away from the spot that most lions considered one of the most intimate places on their body. “But I don’t think I’m wrong in suspecting that you’ll have no problem keeping up with either of us or both of us.”

Nina blushed and Soren chuckled, leaning in close to her. Aedan edged away from the woman’s neck and Soren laid his kiss over the same spot where the other Alpha’s lips had been. He nearly moaned at the intense wash of Nina’s pheromones through his nose.
God. She’s like catnip
, he thought, closing his eyes and swallowing against the tightness in his throat.
I could roll around in that scent for hours.
Soren glanced at Aedan and saw the other man’s dark eyes reflecting the same sentiment he felt.

“Next time we do this in my bed,” he told them, directing his comments to Aedan even more than to Nina. He was more than a little envious of the fact that Nina’s sweat, her body-scent, was already marking Aedan’s sheets.

Nina stirred, pulling herself up onto her elbows and knees, and Soren watched as she turned around, positioning herself where he had just been, among Aedan’s pillows, the better to watch them both. Her features fell into serious lines and she crossed her arms over her chest. “If I agree to be shared by the two of you—and I’m not saying that I’m ready to agree to it yet—I want my own bedroom.”

Soren shrugged indolently, lifting himself onto his elbows. “I’ve got a couple of spare bedrooms. You can pick whichever one you want.”

Nina pressed her lips together and for a moment, Soren wondered if it had been a test and if he had somehow failed it by acceding to her demand.

“How do you divide up household responsibilities?” she raised an eyebrow, and Soren suppressed the urge to smile. Nina may not have fully decided to their arrangement, but the fact she was making demands, asking questions, meant she was at least seriously considering it.

“You’re living with two men, lovely love,” Aedan said. “The only reason the house is clean is because Soren here has the money to pay a maid to come twice a week to keep things neat.”

“What about cooking? And—you don’t expect me to completely take over from the maid? That’s not part of this, right?”

Soren laughed. “No. We don’t want to share a mate so that I don’t have to pay a cleaning lady. I’m happy to keep paying her.” Soren reached out and rested his hand on one of Nina’s surprisingly dainty feet. “She’s a member of the—group that Aedan and I belong to.”
That’s going to be a hell of an explanation soon.
“Keeping her employed is part of my responsibility as the leader of the group.” Nina pressed her lips together again and Soren thought he detected something like satisfaction in her eyes.

“As for cooking,” Aedan said, “we’re both men of simple tastes, and we split up the responsibility of catering to those tastes pretty evenly.”

“We’re not doing this to have some kind of slave,” Soren repeated. “We want you to be our mate together to solve a problem within the group that we belong to, and for companionship.”

Aedan grinned. “Companionship and sex, you mean.”

Soren shoved the other man’s shoulder, giving him another firm look. “Hey, I’m being honest with her. If she never wants to have sex with either of us again then this isn’t going to work out for anyone.” Soren glanced at Nina, worried in light of her look of doubt when the other man had proposed her having sex at least twelve times a week. Nina laughed, shaking her head, a challenging look in her eyes, and relief washed through Soren’s body. They would have to take it very carefully and slowly but at least there was not a trace of fear in her pheromones.

“Someone had better let me use the restroom,” Nina said. “After all this insanity I need a bath and another glass of wine.”