Prowling Their Mate

by Tamsin Baker

  The tears finally subsided and I wiped them away with fresh tissues Brandon handed me. I let him pull me into his arms. It was nice to be held, though I didn’t know why he was bothering.

  I’d ended everything between us, and there was no going back now.

  “How are you feeling now?”

  He seemed to be holding his breath and I shrugged, wiping at the tears that gathered and fell once more. What was wrong with my eyes?

  Brandon squeezed me tight and asked again, “Seriously, Laura. You okay?”

  I blinked a few times, my eyes sore and scratchy. “I feel numb.”

  And I did.

  There was little else going through my body now. I could barely even feel my arms as I raised them to wipe my cheeks. My tear ducts seemed to be the only ones in tune with my pain. The rest of me had shut down. Even my brain was no longer processing anything. I closed my eyes tightly and willed sleep to take me.

  “I can’t allow that, sweetheart.”

  Brandon rolled me over and got up on his knees beside me. He pulled my underwear down my legs and I didn’t stop him. I opened my legs to welcome him and a part of my depressed brain hoped he’d just fuck me like he did all those other women. I needed the distraction, to be punished for being selfish and stupid.

  I hadn’t even given them a chance to explain.

  I’d been judge, jury and executioner. A flaw my mom had often told me off for.

  “Damn, you’re beautiful.”

  I sobbed again, covering my wet face with both hands.

  Brandon’s fingers slid up my thighs and gently traced the flesh between my legs.

  “Inside and out, you’re gorgeous. I want you to feel how much I care about you. How sorry I am about how badly those girls treated you on Friday. It was all bullshit. Lies. And I’ll prove it to you, if you’ll just give me the chance.”

  I nodded my head but didn’t really believe him. How could he make this pain go away with sex? The ache was so great I couldn’t help the tears that flowed down my cheeks still, but the sobs stopped as he lowered himself down and set his mouth to my clit.

  Gentle sensations of pleasure lapped at me while Brandon gently licked me, running his tongue around the sensitive nub of flesh, then licking my closed entrance.

  “You’re ours, Laura. Our beautiful lover. Never be sorry for what happened today.”

  His wet, warm tongue slipped over my flesh again and something cracked open inside me as Brandon continued to love my body.

  I moaned and arched, not caring if it didn’t feel the same as it usually did. He was touching me, loving me with his mouth.

  His hands tightened on my thighs as he thrust his tongue into me, over and over again. Pleasure filtered down on me like light rain.

  Brandon hopped up and prowled over me, his huge frame blocking out the light, and I let my eyes close as he slid into me. I gasped and my eyes flew open, sparkles of energy and love exploding inside me.

  “Mine.” Brandon growled, the sound making my heart thump against my chest. I placed my hands on his huge arms but left my legs down on the bed.

  He began to move, pulling back and seating himself again, the rhythm soothing, slow. My brain shut down, almost drifting to sleep in a bid to get away from the foreign feelings.

  Brandon dropped himself closer and spoke into my ear. “Do you know how much we want you, how we care for you... like we’ve never cared about anyone before.”

  A wounded noise escaped my throat as the words punctured the numbness around me. I lifted my and legs wrapped them around Brandon’s hips. He surged harder, pleasure spiraling up through my pelvis. Flames burst out of the dead embers and I gasped and bucked my hips up against Brandon.

  “You are meant to be with us and we will worship you forever. I promise. There is no one else. There never will be again.”

  Brandon’s words sparked a connection somewhere between my cold body and my heart that yearned for him, both reaching for the threads that joined them together.

  “Never leave us again, Laura. We won’t survive without you.”

  I cried out and clenched tightly around his surging body, sinking my teeth into his shoulder as I battled to hold back the flow of feelings.

  He hadn’t said it, but I knew he loved me. I could feel it coming from him like a wave of sensation. As though his love was a tangible thing within my fingers.

  “I’ve always pulled out Laura... always.” Brandon groaned. “But I want to cum in you. Do you want that too?”

  “Yes!” I cried and dug my nails in harder and as my orgasm took control of my body, sweeping me up in one long, intense moment of bliss.

  Brandon roared in my ear as his heat filled my belly, pushing me into another full blown orgasm.

  When the shudders had finally stopped, I clung to him.

  “Thank you,” I said, kissing his face, his shoulders, unable to contain the tears of joy that ran now.

  Somehow, he’d managed to drag me out of despair by reaching into my body and finding my love for him, and gifting me with his in return.

  Brandon lifted his head and kissed my lips gently, trembling as he pulled away, then tucked us into a sleeping position.

  His lips pressed against my shoulder and I smiled into the semi-darkness. Peace settled over us and I drifted off to sleep, waking later to more lovemaking from Brandon, and a late supper in bed.

  Brandon didn’t leave me alone for a waking moment and I knew that my love for this man was more than complete.

  But could I accept them for who they were?

  I wanted to, more than anything... but only time would tell if I actually could.

  BRANDON

  Back at our house, I opened the carved front door and directed the men who carried Tyler, still in mountain lion form, on a stretcher. “Bring him in here.”

  I gestured to Tyler’s bedroom that Laura had set up with equipment to keep him hydrated and out of pain. The men lay Tyler down and stepped back cautiously.

  I patted them on the back as they left, chucking to myself. So many people were afraid of large cats, and rightly so, I supposed. A wild mountain lion could rip your arm off.

  I waited for the front door to close, signaling that the men had left, then turned to smile at my brother.

  He’s home.

  I couldn’t see how healed Tyler’s shoulder was through the bandages, but it wouldn’t be long now.

  Laura entered the room and ran a hand down Tyler’s front paw. “His breathing and blood pressure are normal. I don’t think it’ll be long before he wakes.”

  “Great.”

  I watched with relief as my brother’s lion body transformed back into his human one. Golden fur disappeared as skin reappeared. His limbs elongated and thickened as his head and torso reshaped and grew.

  A groan sounded that was more frustrated than filled with pain. “Thank God for that. I've been wanting to shift for hours but they were watching me too closely.”

  Tyler turned onto his back and grimaced, running his hand over his injured shoulder. Laura threw herself down onto the bed with a cry and wrapped her arms around Tyler.

  “What’s happening? Laura? Oh, sweetheart, are you okay?”

  Laura was sobbing her heart out and burying her head in Tyler's neck like she was trying to become part of him.

  Tyler looked up at me with a panicked expression and a hand signal for help.

  I smiled and walked over, staring down at the two of them with a heart close to bursting. Laura and I had started the process of mending our rift, though we still had a lot to discuss.

  Dealing with Simone’s false accusations for one thing.

  But in the face of death, that could be put aside for the moment. Now Laura had to reunite with Tyler. I should probably leave them alone... do the honorable and selfless thing.

  Fuck that.

  I wasn’t missing out on a chance to be inside Laura's hot body again. “Good to see you, brother.”

  Tyler looked up at
me, confusion evident in his eyes as he stroked Laura's long brown hair. “You too, bro. Sorry about yesterday.”

  I nodded and placed my hand on Tyler's ankle for a moment. We’d both said some stupid things at our parent’s place in the heat of the moment, but nothing that couldn’t be forgotten just as quickly. “Yeah, me too.”

  Tyler shifted his attention back to Laura, forcing her head up by grabbing her chin. “Hey, hey, what’s with all the tears? The last thing I remember is you breaking up with us because we’d slept around too much before we met you.”

  Laura sobbed once more and shook her head, snuffling like a seal. “I was jealous.”

  Tyler’s eyes widened in surprise. “Jealous of what? Those stupid whores?”

  Laura drew back a little, but didn’t quite let go of Tyler. “They knew so many intimate details about you and what you do in bed and I...”

  “You what?”

  She shrugged. “I didn’t feel special anymore.”

  Tyler laughed. “Oh, sweetheart, how can you even say that?”

  “Because they were so descriptive and vile! It made me want to vomit. I could just see you... licking them, making love to them.”

  “Nope. Hold on right there. We never made love to any of them. Not one. As far as my skill set is concerned, honey, all of it was practice for you. I wanted to be the best lover I could possibly be, so that when my mate came along, she’d never leave me.”

  Laura looked at Tyler but didn’t say anything.

  Tyler looked at me for help.

  I cleared my throat. “It’s true, Laura. It’s not easy being male and a good lover. Our bodies are designed to get in, deposit the seed, and get out. Lions mate for all of ten seconds.”

  That got a laugh out of her, but I continued, because she had to know the truth. “Sweetheart, there is no comparison between the way I make love to you and the way I used to fuck them. They were sport. Exercise. A way to kill time before meeting you. Nothing more.”

  She met my gaze and assessed me as she always did, with those searching green eyes of hers. “You mean it?”

  “Of course, we do!”

  “And you still want me? Even though I can tell you that this is going to come up again. I’m gonna have issues and insecurities, and if I see one of those women in public I’m probably going to cry again. I just can’t imagine you ever wanting me after I saw what you normally go for.”

  Tyler growled and pulled her close. “Of course, we want you. And only you, beautiful. You’re a real woman. They were plastic Barbie dolls that we could walk away from the end of the day. You’re the woman we want to birth our babies and stay with forever. We’ve been waiting for our whole lives.”

  A smile spread across my face.

  Fucking suck-up.

  Laura grinned at Tyler like the sun had finally come out to play. Like the clouds had cleared in Laura’s deep, dark world.

  She rolled away for a tissue and cleaned up her face before sliding back into her place next to Tyler. “So, you really do want me, huh? For your... mate?” She smiled up at Tyler and I chuckled.

  Tyler kissed her lips gently. “More than I’ve ever wanted anyone, beautiful girl.”

  Laura let out the sweetest giggle and I grinned. I loved hearing her so happy.

  Then she did the last thing I expected. She slithered down Tyler’s belly and took his soft cock into her mouth, moaning like a woman who’d just discovered chocolate for the first time.

  Hell, yeah.

  Tyler gripped her head and gasped as she worked his flesh, similar feelings of pleasure engulfing my cock while I stripped off my clinging clothes. My skin burned like it did when I was about to shift, but I wasn’t going to. Instead, I was aching to bond with Laura, the ménage mating that my family had predicted I needed calling to me like never before.

  I stood and watched as Laura pleasured my brother, my own cock rising and tingling as though it were being done to me.

  Tyler and I were linked, more than I ever thought possible.

  If...no, when, we mated Laura, I knew that pleasure unlike anything I had ever known awaited me.

  “Up on your knees, babe.” I tapped Laura’s ass and she suddenly 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 resumed sucking Tyler’s cock while on all fours for me, bobbing her head in a hypnotic rhythm.

  I stared at my beloved woman and groaned as the erotic picture she made sent heat blazing through my blood. My cock throbbed, yet I waited to penetrate her, bending forward and setting my tongue against her already-glistening slit.

  Honeysuckle burst across my tongue as Laura squealed and pushed back against me.

  I moved my mouth from ass to clit, tasting her swollen, hot flesh, and moaning as my cock swelled and hardened.

  God, how I lust after this woman.

  Tyler’s strangled voice said, “Beautiful, you need to ride me.”

  Her cunt disappeared from beneath my tongue and Laura got up and straddled Tyler before I could blink.

  I watched from behind as Laura gripped Tyler’s dick in her fist and impaled herself, the sight and subsequent feel of her cunt swallowing up Tyler's cock was almost enough to make me blow on the spot.

  I took a steadying breath and marveled at the sensations pulsing through me. Not as strong as if Laura were on me, but an echo of that tight squeeze wrapped around my shaft.

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

  “Oh, fuck, I'm gonna...”

  Laura cried out as Tyler came inside her, throwing her head back and gasping as my brother squeezed her hips hard.

  My turn.

  With my heart pounding an erratic tattoo against my ribs, I reached over and grabbed Laura around her waist, then flipped her over.

  She landed on her back and I was on top of her, kissing her perfect pink lips and pressing my cock into her pussy.

  “Please! Yes!” Laura cried out, grabbing my ass and pulling me into her in a move that smacked of desperation.

  I didn’t make her wait any longer. I slammed into her, the front of my thighs connecting with her ass and the inside of her legs, over and over again.

  She screamed and came, clamping down on my cock and milking me hard as I continued to fuck her through her climax.

  Over and over, I thrust into her tight, welcoming body, closing my eyes and opening my mind up to the rainbow of new sensations available to me.

  Fucking hell!

  Laura touched my very soul when we were joined like this.

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

  She began to make keening noises, her cunt quivering around me. My balls tightened and my cock began screaming at me with sensation. I was so gone.

  “Brandon!”

  My eyes snapped open to see her green gaze staring at me, wonder and love glowing like embers in a dying fire. I began to come and thrust deeply inside my mate, planting the seeds of my need for her.

  Laura shuddered over me and heat rolled down my back as my orgasm sucked me under the wave.

  Laura’s chest rose and fell at a rapid rate, her hands gripping my hair and holding me to her. “Oh, thank you, thank you.” She let out a strange sob and clung to me.

  Something inside my chest cracked open like the final stage of a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, transforming me into something incredible.

  Something better.

  I’d do everything in my power to make sure this woman was always loved, wanted, appreciated. I would devote my life to that goal.

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

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

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

  Soft snoring reached our ears and I looked over to see my twin brother had passed out.

  I chuckled and pulled Laura against my chest. “Looks like he needs more rest. You wore him out.”

  Laura giggled and snuggled closer. I began to close my 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 head.”

  I kissed her nose and nodded. Why not? “Let’s go.”

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

  I strode toward the bathroom with my resolve firmly in place. My woman would never regret loving me.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Brandon

  My phone vibrated in my pocket and I pulled it out. A name came up on the caller ID that I did not want to see, and I found himself glaring at it.

  Fuck!

  I hadn’t gotten around to blocking her yet. “Sorry babe, it’s Simone.”

  I waved the phone at Laura, aware that she may blow a gasket any moment, but I wasn’t lying about anything—not even the little things.

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

  An idea formed that brought a grin to my face. “No, I haven’t. Might be time to do that, don’t you think?”

  I placed the phone on the table, hit the green button and the speaker button in two pushes. “Simone, you lying, little bitch.”

  Simone’s gasp, then giggle, hit me in the gut and I clenched my teeth against the need to growl out a warning.

  Laura gagged on the other side of the kitchen counter.

  I winked at my 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 the risk to reassure Laura that I hadn’t been cheating on her.

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