Claiming Their Cat

by Maggie O'Malley

  She shoved the truck in park and rested her head on her hands on the steering wheel. God, she’d almost killed Creed with his own Hummer.

  Rio yanked the door open. “That was a stupid thing to do. You could have killed yourself.”

  She kept her head down, not wanting to see what was in his eyes. “I thought the truck could take the gate.”

  “The gate is solid steel encased in wood. The motor probably would have been shoved the steering wheel into you and your…” The rest of Creed’s words died.

  Creed’s voice was harsher than Rio’s, a hard edge like a razor slicing through her. Nausea boiled, her throat tightened, and her mouth went dry. She tried to swallow, but couldn’t. How stupid could she be? Rio, and she supposed his brother too, would have topnotch security—a fortress—to keep out all those people who probably wanted revenge. One couldn’t kill somebody without pissing someone else off.

  Creed slipped into the passenger’s seat. “Come sit and my lap, and let Rio drive us back.”

  Cat lifted her gaze to his. She didn’t know Creed, and therefore, she didn’t trust him to scream and yell and make her feel worse than she already did.

  “Come on,” he said. “I won’t bite.”

  His smile didn’t reassure her. Cat looked at Rio for guidance, and he nodded. She crawled over the console with as much grace as a pregnant woman could. Creed pulled her into his lap and wrapped his arms around her. She snuggled into the heat of his bare chest. Rio slid into the driver’s seat and took them home.

  As soon as the Hummer stopped, Creed was out carrying her to the house—like a child. They passed Rio’s truck. What? “How did you get—I mean did you run?”

  A look passed between the two brothers. “Yes,” answered Rio.

  “But how?”

  “We’re both very good runners,” replied Creed. “We were worried about you.”

  Okay, there was no way they ran the umpteen miles to the gate and almost beat her there. They weren’t even panting from exertion. Maybe they took a shortcut, or maybe she was just losing her mind outright. The only thing she was sure of was that they had fought, because both had minor cuts and bruising on their faces.

  Creed dropped onto the couch, Cat still in his lap. She stole a glance at Rio who dragged his hands through his hair as he paced.

  “What?” she said. “I will not apologize for trying to save your life...lives.”

  “Have we asked you to save our lives?” Creed asked.

  Well, Creed hadn’t asked for anything. Why was he even in this conversation? Why was she sitting in his lap as if she belonged there, or something?

  “The fence is electrified, not enough to kill you, but enough of a jolt to make you think twice about breaching it,” said Rio.

  Great. I could have fried my baby.

  “I’ll make a deal with you,” said Rio. “Creed and I will protect you—for free—no sex involved, if you promise not to flee again.”

  For some reason, his words hurt. Her body wasn’t sure that’s what it wanted. “What? I don’t have to be the camp whore?” She said that because Creed’s enormous cock was poking into her butt.

  “You were never the camp whore. However,” Rio said, “you will have to wear the sexy clothes, and Creed and I will do our best to seduce you. All you have to say is no to our advances, and we’ll stop.”

  His face softened when he said that. Rio would stop. He’d never forced anything on her, but hell, he didn’t have to. Her body, with a mind of its own, jumped at the opportunity. They were going to get themselves killed because of her.

  “Tell me, Cat. Have you ever been seduced by two men?” Creed asked.

  She pulled back to look at Creed’s face. “You mean at the same time?”

  Creed nodded.

  “No.” Definitely not.

  “Well, that’s what’s going to happen, but you’re in control,” said Creed.

  Her mind couldn’t even process what he said. Why would either of them, much less both, want to seduce her? Were they addicted to pregnancy hormones?

  “One in front, and one behind,” Rio said.

  Her anus contracted around the butt plug in response to the forbidden pleasure. Rio’s eyes were black with passion, and she knew Creed’s would be also. She buried her nose in the crook of Creed’s neck, because she didn’t know what to say. Creed pulled her tighter to him, making her wonder why she was so easily accepted this stranger.

  “Just promise us that you’ll stay put until we solve the problem,” Creed said.

  “Okay, but I don’t want you going after Alvarez. Just protect me from whomever shows up to do his dirty work. I ran from you because I don’t want anyone to die for me, which seems to be something you are hell-bent on doing.”

  Rio stopped pacing and crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m a mercenary for hire. Killing’s what I do. Creed’s the best sniper in the military. We can handle Alvarez.”

  “Maybe so, but that’s not part of our agreement. After the baby’s born, I’m going to disappear. That way, everyone will be safe.”

  “No, that’s not part of the deal,” said Creed. “You’ll never be safe unless Alvarez is dead, which means you can never leave us.”

  There was no reasoning with these two. Had they gotten their way all their lives? Ila had seemed reasonable— different, but reasonable.

  In Creed’s mind, Cat had twisted everything her way. Seducing her was the only thing he was sure of. As long as Alvarez was alive, she had a reason to flee. The solution was obvious.

  “Okay. We’ll not kill Alvarez.”

  Creed caught the flare of Rio’s nostrils. Yeah, it was a lie, and he hated to lie to his new mate, but it seemed that was the easiest way to end this conversation and put her at ease.

  “Good. Now let me go so I can pee.”

  He reluctantly did what she asked. “Don’t forget to change,” he called after her. “She always this stubborn?”

  His brother nodded. “She has a good heart. Trust me, if she weren’t pregnant, she would have never agreed to the first deal. Cat was scared and desperate, but decided that taking a chance with me was better than Alvarez.”

  “We have to kill him.”

  Rio nodded. “And convince her to stay with us.”

  Creed laughed. “That might be the hardest part.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Cat was at her wits end. She’d managed to dodge the two Romeos all day, but she wasn’t sure how long she could hold out. They touched her whenever they could, commented on how hot she looked in the slinky, barely-there lingerie. Sexual frustration wasn’t something with which she was familiar. Their suggestions of what they wanted to do to her were stuck in her mind.

  She was also a little hurt that Rio wanted to share her with his brother. Oh, she knew he didn’t love her or anything like that, but perhaps it was better than the two brothers fighting. She was so confused, frustrated, and definitely—hot and bothered.

  Thankfully, they were in the office with the door closed. That didn’t give her a pleasant feeling either because she had this little niggle in her mind that whatever they were discussing had to do with her and Alvarez.

  She rubbed her leg. Her wound was sore today, probably from trying to avoid those two. After grabbing a water bottle from the fridge, she wandered in to the living room. Digging around in the couch, she finally produced the remote for the big, honking TV. God, how long had it been since she’d watched the boob tube? The servant’s quarters certainly didn’t have such luxuries.

  “Finally, something worth watching,” she mumbled to herself when a baseball game appeared. Cat loved baseball, and two of her favorite teams were playing.

  “You like baseball?” Creed asked as he plopped down beside her.

  “No, I love baseball, and football, and college basketball.”

  Rio tossed a fuzzy blanket in her lap, which she was grateful for, and sat on the other side.

  “Who are your favorite teams?” Rio as
ked.

  “Atlanta Braves, Texas Rangers, Carolina Panthers, and UNC and Duke for basketball.”

  “Did you go to school in North Carolina?” Creed asked.

  “Lord no. I wasn’t that smart.”

  Rio put a pillow on his lap and pulled Cat’s head down. Creed pulled her feet into his and rearranged the blanket on her. This was more comfortable, taking the pressure off her back. Creed massaged her feet through her silk stockings. Rio did the same to her head. “If you keep this up, I’ll be asleep and miss the game.”

  “We can keep you awake,” Rio said.

  She rolled her eyes. “I just bet you can.” God, did they ever give up? Would the madness ever cease? And what about their faces? The cuts and bruises were almost gone. That along with running the hundred miles to the gate without breaking a sweat was unnatural. Who were these guys?

  Her thoughts and emotions were a jumbled mess. Rio and now Creed were hell-bent on saving her, which would mean putting their lives in danger. On the other hand, she couldn’t leave and save them until after Cat2 was born. There was no mistake—she needed them for now. They were providing everything, her food, shelter and these skimpy clothes, if you wanted to include them. Keeping them from running off to kill Alvarez before then was a problem.

  The seduction thing came back into play. For whatever reason, they seemed genuinely interested—sexually—in her. Maybe she should be the camp whore and satisfy their needs, not to mention hers. Then maybe she could placate them long enough to escape. She steeled her nerves. That was her plan, and she was sticking with it.

  She flexed her feet on Creed’s erection to get the plot rolling. “Oops, sorry.”

  “You little minx. You did that on purpose.”

  “Who? Me?”

  “Cat’s like that,” replied Rio. “She teases with her seductively swaying backside, beautiful tits, and sweet pussy.”

  Really? And what did they think they did to her with their too hot bodies, too handsome faces, and too—enticing—cocks.

  She was in a constant wet dream with just Rio around, and now throwing Creed into the mix was icing on the best cake in the world.

  “I can’t wait,” Creed rumbled, “to slide my cock into your wet heat. I know it will feel like absolute heaven.”

  “And I owe her a teasing with my tongue on that clit of hers,” said Rio.

  “And then we’ll both enter her. Rio from the front and me from behind.”

  “And where are you planning on putting the baby?” There wasn’t much room for one much less two.

  “We’ll wait until after the baby’s born for that. There are other things a threesome can do,” replied Creed.

  She felt her sex flutter and her juices slip from her body. Two gorgeous men talking dirty to her set her libido in over drive.

  “I’ll bet she’s already wet,” Creed said as he slipped his hand between her thighs. Rio hadn’t bought her panties because he’d wanted her open to him at all times. Now she understood. Her eyes closed as two large fingers slid into her wetness none too gently. She didn’t mind because it felt so good. She wanted it hard and rough.

  “Oh yeah. She’s soaked.”

  Of course she was. Her needy body always betrayed her rational mind. Creed rotated his hand, so his thumb swirled over her clit. She knew his movements were methodically slow, meaning to tease her. Well, she didn’t tease well. Need drove her to get on with the seduction. She wondered who would really be seducing whom?

  Cat sat up. She wanted fucking by two, wanted to experience something that she would never get the opportunity to do again.

  “I want—both of you—at the same time.”

  Rio grinned. “Yes, ma’am. Let’s go to bed.”

  Yeah, that would undoubtedly work better. She stood, and Creed quickly swept her off her feet. “I can walk, you know.”

  Creed grunted as he took her upstairs. She was surprised when he went to what she surmised was his bedroom. It was dark and manly, too. Rio pulled the covers back and dropped them on the floor. Creed laid her down as if she were made of delicate glass. But she wasn’t, and she wanted them to know it.

  Cat couldn’t pull her eyes away as they peeled off their clothes and tossed them swiftly to the floor, something they appeared to be extremely familiar at doing with each other. “Stop,” she said. “I want to see your naked bodies.”

  Two gorgeous hunks paused, their erections jutting out long and hard from their tanned physiques. Ripped abs made her mouth water. Rio’s hair was long and free from its bound. Creed’s hair was buzzed short. She couldn’t wait to weave her hands through each.

  Cat reclined on the bed and crooked two fingers at them.

  Rio knelt at her feet and put a pillow under her butt. Creed scooted beside her, gathered both of her hands in one of his hands, and pinned her arms over head. Her breath caught as panic rose. She didn’t like to be tied down. That was Alvarez’s operation, but then Creed latched on to her nipple, his teeth sinking into her sensitive skin and she remembered this wasn’t Alvarez.

  When Rio’s tongue took a long, slow stroke against her clit, she let her legs fall open as ecstasy took over her body. His tongue caressed as good as that man’s in the brothel. She’d fantasized about that man, and now two were making love to her.

  Rio’s tongue darted in and out of her channel. Creed sucked hard on her nipple. Two competing sensations. Cat squirmed, needing to get closer, to finish the whirlwind that was building. Creed sucked and bit until it almost hurt.

  “Please,” she begged.

  Creed released her nipple with a pop. “Please what?”

  “Please, fuck me.”

  Rio crawled on the bed, fluffed the pillows up, and reclined against the headboard. “Let me feel you’re mouth on me, Cat, as my brother takes you.”

  They were right. There were ways for everyone to get pleasure. She settled herself between his thighs as Creed moved behind her. Anticipation swirled through her as her body craved the sensual pleasure to come.

  “Go easy on her,” said Rio.

  No, she didn’t want it easy. She wanted it wild.

  “And no teeth,” he added.

  Was he talking to her or Creed? Cat liked teeth. Before she could say so, Rio forced his thick cock past her swollen lips.

  She loved Rio’s cock. He tasted male, felt male. Hard to her soft. As she tried to focus on what she was doing, Creed nudged the head of his cock against her pussy. Expectation hummed through her body. With one push, Creed was inside her, stretching her just like Rio. He set up a slow slide, almost retreating before pushing too slowly back in. She rocked her body, needing to hurry this along and reach that point of euphoria.

  “Damn,” said Creed. “She’s the hottest, wettest thing I’ve ever felt. She was made for us, bro.”

  Cat closed her eyes and let his words roll around in her mind. They made her the hottest, wettest thing. Made for them? It sure felt like it right now.

  “Do you want your butt plug to vibrate?”

  Her eyes popped open. Rio held the remote in his hand. She nodded and then took as much of Rio’s cock in her mouth as she could. She used her hand to grip the base and glided up and down with her mouth.

  Wonderful vibrations teased her sensitive flesh. Creed picked up his pace. His cock pounded her, brushed against the butt plug, moving the pulsations against different nerves. She came first with a hard, explosive orgasm, tremors convulsing through her whole body. Creed was next with a shout of her name. Rio grabbed her head and pounded in to her mouth. He came with a growl, and she took all of him. When he was done, she pulled free of both of them and rolled to her side, totally spent.

  Strong callused hands moved her into the middle of the bed and she found herself spooned between two hard, male bodies. She was safe.

  And they were hers—at least for a while.

  Even before Lucy put the key in lock on her house door, she knew Draco, the crazy one, was here. Hell, he probably just transported hims
elf right into her home without even turning the doorknob. She dumped her purse on the kitchen table and pulled up short when she noticed the red rose petals in a line leading out of the kitchen. As she passed into the dining room, candles flared to light on their own illuminating the way.

  “Neat trick,” she muttered to herself. Would come in handy when the power goes out. She followed the rose petals and the candles down the hallway and finally into her living room. Lucy paused at the door. Draco stood by the fire in the fireplace surprisingly dressed in jeans and black t-shirt. He looked almost—normal.

  “I hope you’re hungry.” He waved his hand, and candles sprang to life on the table she hadn’t noticed. “Have a seat. I have it on reliable authority that you haven’t eaten today.”

  Those damned security goons that Rio had assigned to her were apparently snitches too. Just having them around irked the hell out of her, disrupted her whole day. It was just not going to work and she was still considering checking herself into a mental facility.

  Draco held a chair out for her, and she plopped down hard. Just because this appeared to be an elegant meal, didn’t mean she had to act elegantly, especially in scrubs. Maybe she could deal with him and everything else on a full stomach. The two highly ornate, silver food covers levitated off the trays. Wonderful smells emanated from the plate. Filet, stuffed potato, and sautéed asparagus. How did he know?

  The wine bottle hovered and poured the wine. “With you, I guess you don’t need cooks, maids, or gardeners.”

  “No. I am pretty much self-sufficient, which is why I’m such a great catch.”

  Well, he didn’t waste any time. She had to admit, if Draco weren’t a vampire, she would definitely pursue him, but the whole vamp thing turned her off. After swallowing the best steak she’d ever eaten, she pointed her fork at him. “I bet you’re arrogant, self-centered, spoiled and a bunch more adjectives that I can’t think of right now.”

  “You forgot handsome, sexy, witty, and loyal.”

  “Loyal? To what?”