by Jane Jamison
“So you’re hiding out in Twisted?” asked Heath.
“Yes. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have used you this way, but I was so afraid. And now? I…”
Braden took her by the chin, lifting her gaze to his. “You want us. I can smell it on you right now. You want us as much as we want you.”
“Yes.” How could she laugh? “I’ve got to be a slut wanting two men as much as I want you.”
“Hey, thanks,” joked Heath.
“No, that’s not what I meant. I meant wanting you right after being scared to death by you. And when I’ve got a killer hunting for me.”
“You’re not a slut. No matter what’s going on, you’ll always feel the attraction for us. It’s different when we’re in our tiger forms, but it’s still there.”
She pushed away, sitting up. “You’re right. I felt it.”
“You have to go to the authorities.”
She gaped at Heath. “No. I can’t and I won’t. Frank Correll’s too dangerous. You didn’t see his face when he killed that man. And he’s not alone. He has friends.” She tunneled her hand through her hair. “I don’t know why I didn’t see it before. He never introduced me to any of his friends and always called them his business associates. He doesn’t even have an office and he has late-night meetings. He admitted that he’s a professional killer. I was blind and stupid for not wondering what was really going on.”
“We’ll protect you after you tell the police.” Heath’s determination hardened his face. “No one will ever hurt you while we’re around.”
“No, please. I can’t. Please. I just want to disappear. Frank will never find me in Twisted.”
Braden shot his brother an unspoken question. She waited, hoping they’d do as she wished. But she couldn’t leave anything to chance.
“If you tell the authorities, I’ll leave. I won’t risk having him get arrested. He’ll get out. I know he will. And when he does, he’ll find me. He’ll come here.”
“We’re not afraid of him.” Braden pulled her into his embrace again.
“I know you’re not, but I am. Please promise me you won’t say anything. I’m trusting you to keep my secret. Both of you.”
The silence between them was heavy. At last, however, Braden relented. “Fine. We’ll keep quiet, but you’re going to move in here. We’re not letting you stay by yourself in town. Agreed?”
“You want me to come and stay with you? Are you sure? What will people think?” She didn’t really care what they thought, but the men were local and had their own reputations to think about.
“They’ll think we’ve found our mate.” Heath grinned. “Because we have.”
“Your mate?”
“Yeah.” Braden squeezed her. “The feeling you get whenever you’re with us is called the connection. It’s the instinctual bond between weretigers and their intended mate. You’re the one we’ve waited for, Kylie. You’re our destined mate.”
“We were meant to be together. In fact, that’s what brought you to Twisted.” Braden pushed on. “If you truly believe in destiny, then you’ll believe in the connection.”
“I do feel differently around you. So comfortable and yet so very—”
“Horny?” Heath wiggled his eyebrows.
Funny how being with them could make her feel better. “Yes. Horny as hell.”
“You’re our mate, all right.” Braden pushed her hair over her shoulder. “We know you’re the one for us. It’s fate. We want you to stay with us forever.”
“Forever? As in what? Is a mate like a girlfriend?”
“You’d be our mate, our wife. Legally, only one of us can marry you—”
“Which would be me.” Heath pressed a palm to his chest. “At least, if you want.”
“So you’re asking me to marry you?” The proposal wasn’t the one she’d always dreamed about, but then she’d never dreamed about two amazing men asking to marry her, much less to make her their mate.
“Yeah. We’ll get your things and move you in. If you want us.”
“If I want you?” The range of emotions she’d experienced in the past hour was almost beyond her comprehension. From terror to panic to worry then on to full-blown happiness, she’d had them all.
“Tell us you’ll stay, baby.”
“Tell us you’ll be our mate.” Braden touched her cheek. “We love you and we want you. Say you’ll stay.”
They love me.
But do I love them?
The answer only needed to have the question asked for it to come. “Yes. I’ll stay.”
The fear was gone. In its place was an absolute need to have them, to consume them sexually as hard as she could. She stood and went to the bed. Turning to face them, she said, “Well, aren’t you going to join me? Or are you two all talk and no action?”
They were on her, moving faster than any normal men could. Together they picked her up and tossed her on top of the bed. Heath started to climb on top of her when Braden grabbed his arm and held him back.
“Hang on.”
“Are you out of your mind? What the fuck for?”
She’d had the same reaction as Heath. What was wrong?
“Sweet one, you have to know what you’re saying yes to.”
“Damn it. He’s right.” Heath sat next to her as Braden sat down on her other side.
“I don’t understand.” She made a funny face. “I’m not a virgin, you know. You do know that, right?”
“We know. At least the way you mean. But you are a virgin when it comes to having sex with a shifter.”
“Especially a tiger-shifter,” added Heath.
“You’ve got me there. So tell me. What do I need to know?”
“A tiger shifter, especially a male, can be rough when having sex. Maybe too rough for most women.”
She would’ve sworn her heart skipped a beat. Frank had liked sex rough. Too rough. As much as she wanted to have sex with Heath and Braden, she had to wonder if she could handle it.
“And with two shifters, it’ll be even rougher.” Braden took hold of her T-shirt. “Like this.” Barely moving his arm, he tore the shirt from her.
She gasped as the material slid across her body and was gone. “That was…startling. But not anything to be afraid of.”
“No. It’s not.” Heath bent over her.
She inhaled, jerking away when he snagged her bra in his teeth and ripped the thin undergarment from her. Even if they were scaring her a little, they were thrilling her, too. Her chest rose and fell with each rapid breath.
“Or this.” Braden tugged off her shoes and tossed them away. Then, with a wicked gleam in his eyes, he took hold of the top of her jeans.
He can’t tear it. It’s too strong. Too—
And yet, in the next moment, her jeans were gone, torn from her body as easily as he’d torn her shirt from her.
“Well, hell,” she whispered.
“You say that a lot.” Heath wiggled his fingers then hooked her panties and rid her of them, too.
“I do?” She’d never noticed. “It’s still not rough enough to make me not want you.” Never mind how hard she was breathing. Never mind the bit of fear snaking its way back into her.
“Maybe so.”
Braden’s hungry gaze set off a four-alarm fire in the pit of her stomach. Holy hell.
“But once we get turned on and get going, we won’t want to stop.”
“Even if I tell you to stop? Even if I demand that you stop?” She’d had a difficult time getting Frank to stop. Had, in fact, refused outright to have sex when he’d wanted to slap her ass with a thick paddle. And yet, the idea of Heath and Braden spanking her gave her the opposite reaction. She yearned for it.
Since meeting the Asher men, she realized just how wrong she’d been about Frank. She’d talked herself into liking Frank and had mistaken her need for affection for real love.
Because I trust them.
She hadn’t realized it before. At least not consciously, but now sh
e did. She’d never trusted Frank enough to let him take complete control. But she did trust Heath and Braden. Enough to give in. Enough to let them take responsibility away from her. Enough to love them.
“We’ll stop, but it’ll kill us.”
“And we’ll have to get away from you as fast as we can.” Heath caressed her breast, fondling it and rubbing his thumb over her hard-growing nipple. “Our tigers won’t take it well.”
Should she be worried? And yet, the more they touched her, the less her fear was.
“Don’t worry, Kylie. We’ll do what you want. We’re just saying it’ll be hard on us. But do what you feel is right for you.”
She smiled at Heath then reached for Braden. “I’m not afraid and I trust you. Now, are you two going to get busy or am I going to die from old age first?”
She barely had time to squeal when Heath picked her up, carried her across the room, and slammed her back against the wall.
They hadn’t been kidding when they’d said they were rough.
Amber flecks dotted his eyes, and a wickedly sexy smile curved his lips. “Baby, you’re going to have a whole lot of sex before you die of old age. We tigers get even hornier in our senior years.”
Oh, shit. In a good way. Oh, shit.
She tried to wrap her legs around him, but he shoved them away. Instead, keeping his grip under her arms, he pushed her, sliding her up the wall.
What the hell?
She sucked in a breath as he continued to push her, sliding his hands lower until he gripped her butt cheeks. Her pussy was dead level with his face. One glance down had her pussy weeping for his tongue.
Heath’s smile grew then was lost as he positioned her legs on top of his shoulders and buried his face between her legs. She let out a scream then slapped her hand over her mouth. Waking Davey at that moment would be a disaster.
Oh, hell, yeah.
She couldn’t squirm. Not in the position he held her in. But that didn’t keep the storm from pummeling upward from her pussy.
The man had a tongue on him that wouldn’t quit. He’d pushed her folds apart with his face and set to torturing her clit. Fast then slow, then fast again went his tongue. Around her folds, then slashing over her clit only to leave her dangling over the precipice as he pierced her sheath. His tongue was strong and long and knew exactly the right spot to hit.
She clutched her breasts, wanting his hands on her, and held on. She hung above him, several feet off the floor, and let him feast on her. Like a woman-eating beast, he devoured her.
Damn, but he’s good.
He’d added teeth to his arsenal of assault, nibbling at her folds, then teasing her clit with a bite. She cried out again, softer, then sought out Braden.
He stood a few feet away, his cock in his hand, his gaze hard on what his brother was doing to her. “Braden,” she whispered.
Would they take her one at a time? Or, better yet, together?
His amber-filled gaze met hers. Hunger, blatant and animalistic, shone there. He worked harder, faster, pumping his huge cock.
Two fingers entered her pussy as Heath continued to eat at her. Pumping into her, he licked and stroked her clit, sucked and tugged at it. She was under his complete control and loving it.
“Mine.”
Growls erupted as Braden yanked Heath away from her. She felt herself falling, but Braden caught her. She had just enough time to meet his gaze again when he tossed her to the floor. She landed hard on her hands and knees. Turning around, she saw them facing off, each of them with their mouths pulled back into a snarl.
“I thought you wanted to share me.”
They confronted her, and for only a second, she wondered if they remembered who she was. Or more, if they remembered their promise to her.
“We do.” Braden shoved Heath back. “Doesn’t mean we don’t like a little competition.” He came at her.
She squealed and started to scramble away. Before she’d made it two feet, she was lifted off her hands and knees, then flipped over. The jolt of her landing robbed her of her breath. Braden dropped to his knees then grabbed her legs and pulled her to him. Lifting her bottom half, he brought her pussy upward toward his face.
“My turn to taste you, sweet one.”
Like his brother, he pressed his face against her pussy. Her clit throbbed mercilessly as he captured it with his mouth, then crushed his tongue to it. She writhed, trying to get away without really wanting to. Amber eyes—cat eyes—latched onto hers. The intensity rocked her, sending another kind of lust raking into her. Over and over his tongue went, then dipped into her pussy. Like a cat lapping up a bowl of milk, he drank from her, relentless in his need to consume her.
“Baby. Suck.”
Heath’s voice was guttural, his passion deepening the tone. He went to her side and fondled one breast. His thick erect cock pointed straight at her face. Pre-cum dripped off the end to land on her shoulder.
She drew him in, happy to give him what he wanted. Hell, what she wanted. He stretched the limits of her mouth as she hollowed her cheeks and slid down to the mass of blond curls. He moaned and leaned forward, making it easier on her.
Easy, however, wasn’t the way of the tigers. His hand closed around her neck. She startled, stalling her attention to his cock. Yet she wasn’t afraid. His hold around her was tight, but not enough to cut off her air.
She closed her eyes and drew him in again. He tasted so… what? She couldn’t find the right words to describe his unique flavor. Spicy? Musky? Sweet? All of them?
She was truly alive for the first time in so many months. Nothing, no one before them had treated her as they did. Yes, they were rough, but even in the hard way they held her, even in their almost brutal handling of her, she felt their love. More. She felt their respect and admiration.
Harder and harder, Braden sucked on her. Her clit burned from his tongue. Her pussy ached from his fingers. Faster and faster, Heath plunged his cock into her mouth. Driving to the back, he almost choked her, but she was determined to not give in. She’d give him a sucking he’d never forget.
He twisted her nipple, adding another kind of pain to her pleasure. The front of his legs bumped against her arm as he thrust in.
“Are…you…okay?”
She barely understood Heath’s words behind the baritone pitch of his voice. He’d half grunted them. Instead of answering him and turning his cock loose, she kept going, hoping he’d get his answer from her actions.
“No, baby.” He shoved his cock inside again, then pulled it out. “I need to hear you say you’re okay.”
“I’m—”
The rest of her sentence was lost as, once again, she was lifted into the air. Moving faster than any human ever could, Braden had her against the wall. He pushed her face against it, then flattened her hands on it.
“Stay.”
She couldn’t answer. Her heart beat too fast, her mind too scrambled by the sudden move.
Braden pushed her butt cheeks apart then bent low. She startled as his teeth met her flesh. He nibbled on her plump ass, alternating it with kisses.
“Bullshit.” Heath growled and pulled her hair over one shoulder. He gritted, working the muscles in his jaw. “I’m ready to fuck her, man.”
She didn’t dare move. Not when Braden had added two fingers to her ass hole. He bit her cheek again then stood up.
“I’m not finished playing with her.”
“She’s not a mouse. Let’s get to it.”
Their snarls came back, more vicious than the first time. “Please, guys. Don’t fight.”
Heath ran his hand over her hair. “Don’t worry, baby. It’s just our way with each other.” He nibbled the back of her shoulder, biting down hard enough for her to wonder if he broke the skin.
“Enough of this.” Braden took hold of her arms and tugged them behind her back.
Pain seared into her, but she didn’t complain. She’d never complain as long as the ache added to the throbbing between her le
gs. He moved her away from the wall, clutching a hunk of her hair and turning her toward Heath.
“Suck on him again.”
“Now we’re talking.” Heath moved closer, holding his cock for her.
Her body thrummed from both the sex and their rough treatment. She bent over and opened her mouth. He eased his cock inside her mouth then bent lower and cupped her tits.
She had no control at all. Not even enough to move on her own. Instead, Braden held her in place while Heath rocked back and forth.
A slap landed against her right butt cheek. She cried out, the sound of it flowing over Heath’s cock. Another whack came and went, numbing her other cheek.
“Damn, but you’ve got a great ass, sweet one.”
Again and again, Braden spanked her, each strike growing a little more forceful than the one before it. She whimpered, unable to keep from doing so. Shoving two fingers into her, he moved them back and forth, scissoring them to help open her. Her body protested, fighting against him, but then eased up and gave way.
Together the two men she loved used their fingers, their tongues, their teeth, and their cocks to pleasure her. She needed nothing more than to have them touch her, to treat her as a real woman should be treated.
Could she make them stop if she wanted to? They’d made that promise to her, but seeing their eyes and hearing their animal growls made her wonder. Should she test them?
“Please, stop.”
When they didn’t, she spoke louder. “Please. Stop.”
“What? Why?” The words were barely intelligible, crowded into Braden’s snarl.
“You promised you’d stop.”
“Fuck.” Braden eased back, but didn’t turn her free.
“Are you serious?”
She glanced at Heath’s face and saw the agony there. Instantly, she felt awful for testing them. Even so, she was happy that they’d proven their word.
“No, I’m not.” Would they be angry?
Heath’s thankful grin gave her relief, too. He wasn’t upset. Just happy she hadn’t meant what she’d said.
“She’s testing us, Braden.”
“I figured.” He slapped her ass again. “I should keep spanking you until your butt is raw for teasing us.”
She batted her eyes at him. “You should. I’ve been a bad, bad girl.”
