by Jane Jamison
They glanced at each other, thrown by her question. Heath answered, “Yeah. Just because he knows about us doesn’t mean he still doesn’t have to wait until puberty to shift.”
“And if I do change, he’ll be the only child who’s a half-shifter, right?”
“Like I said. There’s no way to know before a child is born. But, yes, depending on what the others are, he could be.”
She sensed they knew where she was going with her thoughts. “Then I don’t want to change. Maybe our children will be hybrids like him and that would be great. I’ll give it more consideration, but right now, I’ll remain human so Davey will always have someone human around him.”
Heath’s arms surrounded her. “You are one hell of a woman, Kylie Honeypot.”
She let out a long sigh and rolled her eyes. “It’s Honeyton and you damn well know it.”
“You tell him, sweet one.” Braden tried to take her away from Heath, but his brother tightened his hold on her.
“There is one thing, though.” She’d waited to ask, not wanting to assume anything.
“What’s that?” Heath growled at his brother, again refusing to let him take her away from him.
“One day, even if”—she smiled—“when we have kids, I’d still like to open a bakery in town. If that’s okay.”
“Sure, it’s okay.” Braden arched an eyebrow. “We want your dream to come true. I’m not sure how we’ll do it, but we’ll do our best to help you get it, too.”
“Thanks.” She wanted to say more, to tell them how much their support meant to her, but the lump that had suddenly come into her throat stopped her. Instead, she changed the subject, lightening the mood before she choked up even more.
She pushed them both away. “I have an idea.”
“What’s that?” asked Heath.
“I heard about a game weretigers like to play.”
The two men of her dreams moved closer together. They were so handsome, so masculine, so…animal.
“Yeah?” Braden’s eyebrow jumped toward the ceiling. “What’s it called?”
“It was called Cat and Mouse.” She turned and walked away from them, then slowly turned around. “Wanna play?”
“Hell, yeah.” Almost before he’d finished speaking, amber flecks dotted Heath’s eyes.
“Do you know how it’s played?”
Braden snorted. “Sure we do. But do you?”
“Uh-huh. Lena told me all about it.” She shot them as sexy a look as she could muster, then whirled around and started running.
They were after her, right on her heels. Dashing through the living room, she bolted past the small desk and chair next to the wall, snagged the top of the chair and flung it behind her. A curse followed her evasive move, but it didn’t buy her much time. But she was ready for them. She’d spent the past day planning her every move.
Darting up the stairs, she ran to the far bedroom. If she was lucky, they wouldn’t have noticed the ladder she’d placed against the overhang of the roof just outside the window. Spinning around, she took hold of the door, saw them only a few feet away, and slammed it closed. She flipped the lock then whirled toward the window.
As she’d suspected, they were letting her run. They could’ve caught her before she’d made it to the desk and chair. But weretigers were like other cats. They liked the thrill of the chase.
She had the window opened as they shoved against the door and burst into the room. Swinging her feet over the windowsill, she shot them a grin and went out onto the roof.
“Kylie, be careful. Remember, you’re not a cat yet.”
“Braden’s right, baby. Come back inside.”
“No, no. Not by the hair on your chinny chin chin.” She giggled and carefully made her way to the edge and the tip of the ladder. She wasn’t about to make a mistake, but she also wasn’t about to let the game end. Keeping the ladder steady, she swung her right leg around and planted her foot on the first rung. The men’s bulky bodies crowded the window as they stared after her.
She moved quickly, taking the ladder as fast as she could. By the time she put her foot on the ground below, they were standing on the roof, watching her.
“What’s the matter, guys? Too slow?” She crossed her arms over her head and tugged her T-shirt off. After tossing it away, she cupped her breasts and jiggled them.
“Okay, now that means war.” Braden slapped Heath in the chest. “Let’s get her.”
“I’m right with you.”
Their eyes held more amber than their original colors now. Power emanated from them, flowing down to her and sending the invisible bond of the connection into a raging inferno. They crouched, signaling their intention.
They’re going to jump.
She took off running back around to the front of the house. Just as she was about to make the turn, she glanced back.
It was her turn to stare.
The men jumped off the second-story roof, their massive bodies appearing to be floating in air. They landed together, like acrobats performing a show, into similar crouches.
Damn, they’re hot.
She flew up the steps and into the house. Although she couldn’t understand what they were saying to each other, she suspected they were wondering why she was going back inside. She smiled and headed toward the kitchen.
She’d only been in the basement cellar once. The space was small, damp, and dark with only one small window. A window she could fit through, but not one either Heath or Braden could manage.
Yanking on the string to turn on the one lightbulb in the basement, she pounded down the steps. The men’s shouts, telling her that they’d split up, echoed along with their heavy footsteps above her. They’d need a little time to figure out where she’d gone.
She made a hard right and dashed over to the window. Just like the ladder, she’d placed a stepstool underneath the window in preparation for the game.
The window wasn’t easy to open, but after two hard hits, she finally got it to move. Pushing the glass up, she did a small jump and shoved her upper torso through the window. Her stomach rested on the hard frame.
“She’s in the basement,” shouted Braden.
Damn it. I shouldn’t have left the basement door open.
Their large feet sounded like an army powering its way down the steps. She grunted and worked the lower half of her body through the window.
I made it.
Or at least, she thought so until a hand grabbed hold of her heel.
“Got you.”
“The hell you do.” She kicked out, striking something hard yet supple enough to move.
Heath yelped then let out a string of curses. “She kicked me in the nose.”
Oh, crap. I didn’t mean to hurt him. “Sorry!”
“Don’t worry about it. Nothing’s going to hurt that ugly mug of his,” called Braden.
She laughed and went from a scramble on her hands and knees into a full-out run toward the pasture. If she could make it to the grove of trees past the green area, she could find a good hiding place among the bushes. A hiding place that would only be good until they sniffed her out. Once they did, she’d give in and let them win the game by catching her.
The only thing slowing her down was trying to run and shed the rest of her clothes. Her bra was easy enough, but she had to stop at the gate to the pasture to undo her jeans. Yanking off her shoes, she shoved her jeans and panties down in one swift motion.
I should’ve worn a dress and pulled it off in one motion.
“We’re on your tail, baby,” shouted Heath.
They were getting very close. If they hadn’t taken the time to disrobe, they would’ve been even closer.
She let out a squeal, then squeezed through the space between two planks of the wooden fence. Their laughter, then their growls chased her.
She’d broken a sweat in the run, but the air cooled it. The stitch in her side, however, wouldn’t go away until she stopped. And stop she would as soon as she made it
to the trees.
They were getting near her. She heard the sound of their pants and the thud of their feet behind her, growing ever louder with each step she took.
I’m almost there. Just another few—
She never finished her thought. How could she when she was knocked to the ground in the next breath?
Braden tugged her arms behind her back. “Got you.”
Heath grabbed a hunk of her hair and jerked her head back. “Meow, baby. The cats have caught the mouse.”
Braden’s warm breath tickled the back of her ear. “Do you want it rough?”
“Yes and no.”
Heath leaned over and searched her face. “Yes and no?”
“I want it both ways. First the rough stuff. Then show me how loving you can be.”
“Whatever you say, sweet one.” Braden grabbed hold of her butt cheek and squeezed. “You’ve got a great ass.”
Heath’s cock dipped and swayed in front of her face. “Do you want me to suck on you?”
“Not today, baby. I’m going straight for the good stuff.” He lay down on his back then rolled under her. Slowly, he scooted his body along her length. “Give her to me, bro, but keep her steady.”
Braden’s large hand enclosed both of hers, controlling her body as he carefully lowered her upper torso. Heath slicked his tongue around one breast then on to the other. He licked her, then sucked a nipple into his mouth. His tongue ravished her nipple, but his teeth were pure heavenly torture.
At once, her body came alive. The longer she was with them, the stronger the bond between them grew. Each sexual experience was better than the last. Heat swept over her, lighting her nerve endings along her flesh, then burning its way into her pussy.
Heath twisted her nipples as he kept moving his body toward her legs. In position at last, he thrust his cock toward her face, but Braden’s hold on her kept her from being able to suck his cock into her mouth.
“Please, let me have it,” she begged.
“Naw. It’s our turn to tease you, baby.” Heath’s guttural denial was as big a turn on as his erect, slightly curved cock only inches from her face.
She groaned then yelped as Braden sank his teeth into her butt cheek. The sting hit her, transforming into a rush of juice between her legs. Heath lifted up and crushed his mouth to her pussy, drinking the results of Braden’s bite.
But Heath wasn’t the only one wanting to tease her. Braden’s cock pressed against her lower back. Hard and warm, it throbbed against her, giving her clit a reason to echo his throbbing. She squirmed, wanting to push against Heath’s hungry mouth as well as entice Braden to sink his cock deep into her anus.
“Uh-uh, sweet one. We say what goes.” Braden leaned over, his cock pushing harder against her as his hand came around to catch a breast. He squeezed it, sending more delightful pain.
Her legs shook. Her body trembled. She was caught between them, meat to their sexual sandwich. Heath’s tongue pierced her sheath. His thumb massaged her clit, circling slowly, then quickly, bringing her near the edge before pulling her back. He explored every inch of her pussy, between the folds then around the clit and ending up diving into her pussy again. She cried out, the sound her plea instead of words.
A growl warmed her pussy. Another one spread over her shoulder, coming between sharp bites on her back. She closed her eyes, savoring each lick, each stroke, each nip.
A yank on her hair had her opening her eyes. She whimpered with the strike of Braden’s next three spanks, then moaned when the pain once again morphed into something indescribable. She craved them like a drug only they could give her. She yearned for them, not only in a physical way, but in an emotional, even a spiritual way.
“Please.” She was almost in tears from the wanting of them.
Getting jerked upward took her breath away. Heath’s curses followed, but his brother’s complaint didn’t deter Braden.
“Time to fuck.” He lifted her up even as he sat on the ground.
She clutched his arms, unsure of what would come next. Another yelp escaped her as he slammed her down on top of his crotch, his cock striking into her, driving toward her end. Taking a hunk of her hair, he met her gaze and rammed into her again.
“Hang on.” Amber glowed in his eyes as he thrust his hips upward, shoving his cock inside her. Lifting her up again and again, he repeated the movement.
She was impaled, unable to do anything other than dig her fingernails into his shoulders. “Oh, God. Yes.” His cock was so thick, so long, and curved just right. Every time he pulled her up, the tip of it skimmed over her special spot, driving her to the brink of a climax, before sliding away.
Heath sat down next to them. His cock pointed straight at the sky. “Switch off.”
She didn’t have time to wonder what he meant before she found out.
“Keep your legs spread,” ordered Braden.
Braden lifted her off him again, but instead of bringing her down on top of him, he passed her over to Heath. She had just enough time to inhale a quick breath before Heath slammed her down on top of him. His cock was equally magnificent and speared her, pushing her pussy walls apart.
“Oh…” She wanted to say more, to do more, but the one word was all she could manage. She was under their command and could only let them do as they pleased.
Up and down she bounced, her breasts moving with the motion of their bodies. Heath hooked his mouth to one nipple and sucked while Braden leaned forward to smack her ass again.
“Switch.”
Again, she was airborne as the brothers traded off. Keeping her legs spread, she landed on top of Braden, her pussy welcoming his cock again.
They were different. Not only were their eyes filling more and more with amber, their teeth had grown longer, transforming into fangs. The fingernails that dug into her were sharper. Not quite claws, but long and sharp nonetheless.
Her body rocked on top of Braden’s. Her fingers dug into his hair, pulling his mouth to her breast. She put her head back and looked toward the sky, her body wrapped in the ecstasy her two strong men gave her.
She wouldn’t last much longer. Not in strength or in her ability to hold back her rising climax. “I’m going to come.”
“Switch again, damn it.”
As turned on as she was, she still couldn’t stop the laughter when Braden lifted her and gave her back to his brother. They were sexy as hell, great in pleasuring her, and, even in sex, they were fun to be with.
Heath put her hands on his shoulders, then cupped both of her breasts. “I’m not pulling out this time.”
She nodded. “Give me a child, Heath.”
His eyes widened, then with a growl that reverberated through her, he plunged his cock into her pussy and turned his orgasm free.
She didn’t know if it was the talk about a baby or seeing him wild with desire that sent her over the edge. It didn’t matter. Together they exploded, his hot cum shooting into her as her cream flowed out of her.
His body jerked as they clung to each. Their bodies’ shudders worked in unison as their juices mixed together.
A quick snarl and she was lifted again. This time, she landed on her back on the ground. Braden, his face tense and his eyes filled with amber, shoved her legs apart and drove his cock into her pussy. She cried out at both the sting and the pleasure. His huge body hovered over hers as he pounded into her.
The climax of before renewed into another one, and she held onto his arms, feeling as though she’d fly off into the sky if he didn’t keep her grounded. His hips worked, back and forth, a machine thrusting the steel of his cock toward its destination.
When the end came, he paused, gave her a soft smile, then rammed into her one last time. She screamed as her climax met his.
She could’ve stayed there, on the ground, with her men surrounding her for the rest of her life and needed no other bliss. Braden collapsed beside her, his arm staying protectively over her stomach. Heath slid next to her and laid his arm just abov
e Braden’s. They remained connected, both with their bodies and their souls, until their breathing returned to normal and their bodies no longer trembled.
“That wasn’t very loving.”
She should’ve known they’d react as though she’d criticized them.
“Give us a few minutes and we’ll prove we can do it differently.”
“Yeah.” Heath kept his gaze on hers and flicked his tongue over her nipple. “We’ll do it all lovey-dovey the next time.”
She laughed, then touched a palm to each of their cheeks. “I’m not complaining. That switch thing? That was fucking awesome.”
Braden’s chuckle warmed her ear then was followed by a nibble. “We like it.”
“We sure as hell do,” added Heath.
“Do you have any other moves like that?” The Switch Move was good enough to last a lifetime, but if they had other moves, she wanted to experience each and every one of them.
“You’ll just have to stick around and find out,” joked Heath.
“I plan on it. Cat and Mouse is a damn fine game.” An excellent game.
“You’re pretty good at it.” Braden shot her a look. “You had the ladder and the basement window planned, didn’t you?”
“Well, hell. A girl’s got to get an advantage any way she can. Especially when she’s the mouse and she’s playing with two very big sexy cats.”
“You’re right, bro. She’s really good.” Heath grinned and rolled to his side. “For a human, that is.”
“Thanks. Coming from a couple of tigers, that’s a real compliment.” She paused, trying to find the right words. “It’s kind of funny. I’m not a weretiger, but lying with you, snuggled up nice and cozy, I kind of feel a little like a cat. A very happy, very satisfied cat.”
“You can change your mind, you know. If you want us to change you, we will.” Braden kissed her forehead. “But no pressure. It’s your decision.”
“No, thanks. Not yet, anyway. I’ll stay human for a while. If you’re sure you still want me.”
They jerked, startled like two cats who’d just been awakened by a loud noise.
“Why would you even ask?” Heath cupped her breast and licked his tongue along the curve of it.
“I know we have the connection, but I just want to make sure you really believe I’m the one for you.” She wasn’t sure why she needed their assurance. Maybe it was because of what had happened with Frank. Or maybe she simply liked hearing them say they wanted her.
