Her Lusty Lions

by Jane Jamison

  She cried out as his enormous curved cock entered her, making her pussy walls protest the invasion. The invasion, however, turned into a counter-attack as she tightened her legs around him, unwilling to ever let him go. Her breasts, her nipples swollen and tender, pushed against Rick’s hard chest. He kissed her, giving her a taste of her sweetness.

  Rick was like a battering ram, steady, relentless as he drove his cock inside her again and again. She held on for dear life and let out a moan as his mouth left hers. He bit his way along her shoulder.

  “Share, bro,” ordered Davis.

  Rick slammed her against the wall, his shoulders rippling under her hands.

  “Damn it, Rick. Share,” came Henry’s guttural order.

  Rick plunged deep inside her again then stilled. When he eased away from her, she saw the amber had grown even more. But she had no questions. Questions were for another time. Right then all she cared about was sending him over the edge.

  “Come for me, Rick.” She squeezed, tightening her pussy around his cock.

  His eyes widened then closed as he fought against giving in to his release.

  “Look at me,” she said. When he did, she gave the order again. “Come for me.”

  She felt the heralding of his release in the stiffening of his body. She saw the beginning of his climax in a flash of light in his eyes.

  Shoving into her again, he crushed her against the wall, paused, then let his orgasm go. Her cry joined his groan as the warm seed filled her. Rick’s body shuddered, and then he slumped. But he didn’t have time to fall away before Davis gripped his shoulder and sent him stumbling backward.

  “It’s about time,” said Davis as he took hold of her under her arms, lifted her off her feet, then spun her around. Leaning back, he put his hand between her shoulders then slicked his tongue along her skin. A grin spread over his face as he licked his lips. “Fuck, but you taste good.”

  “She’ll feel even better,” offered Rick.

  “I’ll find out for myself.” Davis grabbed her as he fell against the wall. Lifting her off her feet, he wrapped her legs around his waist and plunged his cock deep inside her pussy. He gave a low chuckle. “You were right, Rick. She feels fucking amazing.”

  Caught in the harder and harder thrusts of Davis’s cock, Mira felt Henry ease his cock between her ass cheeks before she realized what was happening. She held her breath, ready for the pain, yet it came and went fast.

  How can that be? Anal sex always hurt.

  Yet those questions were added to the others.

  She was caught between the two mountainous men, their steel-like bodies crushing hers between theirs. They pounded into her, one after the other, setting up a sweet rhythm. She did her best to push her ass toward Henry even as she tightened her legs around Davis. They filled her completely, their cocks two ends to one long pole, as they panted against her skin. Henry nibbled on her shoulder as Davis massaged one nipple then the other.

  Perspiration wet her brow and made sucking noises as their flesh met hers. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the sensation of their cocks deep within her. Yet it wasn’t only their physical connection she felt. Their emotional bond grew stronger with each thrust, each moan. She’d felt as though she’d known them longer than was the reality, but now she was certain that they’d been meant to meet.

  The orgasm came over her, pounding through her, an out-of-control train barreling toward a hard ending. As it swept over her, she sensed the men readying for their own releases.

  “Come for me,” she said again, this time to two men.

  When the world blasted apart, she screamed out the climax. Her scream was drowned out by the roar of the two men holding her in place.

  Roars.

  Not groans or moans. No.

  They sound like large animals roaring.

  She collapsed as her climax ended. If Davis and Henry hadn’t had her pinned between them, she would’ve collapsed to the floor. Her body shuddered out the last remnants of her orgasm as Davis cradled her into his arms.

  “Let’s get to that bed now,” he said.

  She put her head against his chest. “Yes. To the bed.”

  Whether she’d meant it as an acknowledgement of more sex, she didn’t know at the time. But it was. She listened to his heartbeat as he carried her into the bedroom.

  Davis gently lowered her on top of the bed. “Move in with us.” He looked to Rick and Henry, but their expressions made it clear that they would’ve asked the same of her.

  “What?” She had so many questions of her own, yet she’d never thought that they’d ask her one. Much less that one. “You want me to move in with you?” Joy filled her, but she did her best not to let it show.

  “Yeah. Move in with us. You’re ours now.” Rick crawled on top of the bed and came to her side.

  “I can’t. I don’t really know you.” She didn’t. Logic told her as much. But what did logic have to do with how she felt about the Fairland men?

  “You know us.” Davis came to her other side. He took her hand and put her palm to his chest. “You know you do.”

  She couldn’t argue. Not when he was so right. Still, it was too soon. She had enough awareness to realize she needed to think about her decision.

  “Come on, honey. We can get your things from Miss Kitty’s tonight,” added Henry.

  Yes. Oh, yes, answered her heart.

  But it was her head and not her heart that answered. “I have to think about it. Give me time, all right?”

  Their disappointment showed, but they didn’t push.

  “Fine. But only a little time,” said Davis. His sad expression turned into a smile. “Until then, we’ll do our best to convince you.”

  * * * *

  Henry whistled as he and his brothers settled into the rockers on the back deck of their house. He’d poured himself a liberal amount of his favorite Scotch, the bottle he saved for special occasions.

  “You’re sure in a happy mood.” Rick eyed Henry’s glass then took a swig of his beer.

  “And you’re not?” Rick and Davis couldn’t fool him. They acted all cool, but he knew they were as ecstatic as he was. “She’s ours.”

  “She is, and she isn’t.”

  Henry took a sip to cover a scowl. It wasn’t like Davis to be a pessimist. “We found our woman and told her we want her. Then we took her into our bed. I don’t know how any of that says she’s not ours. Hell, we asked her to move in with us.”

  “But we didn’t tell her we love her.”

  Henry let this scowl show. “Then send her a dozen bouquets. Or a singing telegram. Or whatever. I think she knows how we feel. Hell, we asked her to move in with us.”

  “You said that already,” quipped Rick.

  “It needed repeating.” What was Davis getting at? “It’s no big deal. We tell her we love her the next time we see her. Problem solved.”

  “Yeah, that problem’s solved, but what about the other one?”

  If Davis didn’t stop putting a downer on the night, Henry might need two glasses of Scotch. “You’re talking about telling her what we are.”

  Rick chuckled. “Yeah, well, that’s the big one, isn’t it?”

  “So we tell her.” Henry knew it wasn’t that simple, even though he wished it were.

  “What are you thinking on doing? Going over to see her at Miss Kitty’s and just spitting out?” Davis hadn’t taken a sip of his beer yet. Instead, he kept sliding his fingertip around the opening. “We have to be sure it doesn’t scare her off.”

  “She’s had a taste of my allure. She’ll stay.”

  But was Rick right? Giving a woman a taste of The Allure meant that the effects of The Allure, the drawing power of The Allure that kept a woman close by, could wear off. “Not to question your manhood or your lion’s allure, but it could wear off.”

  They sat in silence for a few minutes, each deep in thought. Henry took another sip, needing the fiery burn of the alcohol. “The way I see it, we
don’t have much of a choice. We get her back out here and tell her.”

  “Before or after she moves in?” asked Davis. “She might not take kindly to our telling her after she’s already moved in. I don’t want to scare her off, but I don’t want to piss her off, either. I say we tell her as soon as we see her again. Whether it’s on the ranch or in town.”

  Davis had a good point. And Henry hated that he did. She had to be told. “I say we don’t tell her in town. There are too many other things that could interfere. Out here we have some control.” He reconsidered but came up with the same answer. “I say we tell her the day she moves in. But we don’t let her get settled too much before we tell her. It’s only fair she knows, but we need to pick the time and the place.”

  Davis and Henry gave Rick an expectant look. They waited for him to give his opinion. Rick took a long swig then answered. “I’m with Henry. We tell her here. But—”

  “Yeah?” asked Henry. “But what?”

  “Until then, we need to stick close to her. I’ve heard rumors around town about a couple of other werelions, a couple who danced with her the other night, who might want her.”

  “But they know you gave her The Allure, right?” Henry couldn’t help but get ticked off. It was understood among werelions and, especially their pride, that once a man had given his allure to a woman, all other werelions had to back off. The exception, of course, were the men who would share her as their mate.

  “They do. But these two jackasses don’t always play by the rules.”

  “Fuck, Rick. You should’ve told us.” Davis downed a third of his bottle.

  “I just did.” Rick emptied his drink then tossed the bottle into the trash. “I gave Miss Kitty a call and checked on Mira. She’s in for the night, so we’re good until tomorrow.”

  “Damn. We need to forget about the ranch work tomorrow and get to her as soon as we can.” Henry wasn’t about to risk losing. Not even for the ranch.

  “Take it easy. She’s good tomorrow, too, because she’s going out to the Wilson ranch with Doc. Tyler Wilson knows she’s ours. He’ll look after her while she’s there.”

  But Henry still wasn’t satisfied. “We should go over there, too. You know. To pay a neighborly call on the Wilsons.”

  Davis snorted. “Right. That won’t look suspicious at all.”

  “I don’t give a damn if it looks suspicious.” Henry downed the rest of his drink.

  “Henry, take it easy. We’ll watch her and keep out of sight, too.” Rick glared at him, specks of amber filling his eyes.

  Henry wasn’t in the mood to start a fight. He started to take another drink then realized he’d already emptied the glass. “Fine. We’ll do it your way. But if this gets fucked up, I’m coming after you, brother. Until then, I need to run.” Setting down the glass, he stood and began shifting.

  Chapter Seven

  “Can I ask you a question, Doc?” Mira had debated over and over on who to ask about the amber in people’s eyes. At last, she’d fixed on the doctor. After all, who best to know about physical things than a physician?

  “Sure. What do you want to know?” Doc tapped on the steering wheel as he headed his truck down the road back into town.

  The music was so low Mira had a tough time hearing it, but Doc didn’t seem to have a problem. Should she ease into the question? Then again, straight out was the best way. “I’ve noticed a strange thing in Lonesome that I’ve never seen anywhere else.”

  “What’s that?” Did he sound less eager to answer?

  “Some people have this strange thing that happens to their eyes.” When he didn’t respond, she knew it was a sign. “Yeah. They get these little bits of amber color in them.”

  “Is that so?” He kept his gaze on the road.

  “Uh-huh. Do you have any idea why it happens? And it happens with both men and women, children, and all kinds of eye colors.”

  “Huh. I can’t say that I’ve noticed.”

  “You haven’t noticed?” He had to be joking. There was no way he hadn’t noticed. Especially since he’d lived in Lonesome all his life.

  “Nope. Can’t say I have. But I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about.”

  Was he lying? Or had he grown so accustomed to it that he no longer saw it happen? “Are you sure you’ve never seen it? I mean, it’s kind of hard to miss.”

  “Nope. Sorry.” He finally glanced at her, but only for a moment. Still, in that moment, she saw the lie in his eyes. His amber-flecked eyes.

  “Okay.” Confused, she turned toward her side window. They passed by pastures filled with cows and horses, but her mind wasn’t on the scenery.

  Why would the doctor lie to her? What was he hiding? And what did his lying mean?

  “So, Mira, are you and the Fairland boys getting along?”

  He was changing the subject, but she went along with it. “We’re getting to know each other.”

  Even before Doc had lied to her, she wouldn’t have told him that she’d gone to their ranch and had ended up staying well into the night. It was bad enough that Miss Kitty had caught her trying to sneak into the B&B. Thankfully, the older woman hadn’t asked her where she’d been. Instead, she’d merely smiled a very smug, knowing smile.

  “That’s good to hear. You know I’m hoping they’ll talk you into staying.”

  Did everyone know her business? “What do you think about them?”

  “They’re good guys. The kind of men a woman can rely on.” He chuckled. “If she wants to rely on anyone, I mean. I know how independent you are.”

  She blurted out the question before she realized what she was going to say. “So, if I were your daughter, you’d be okay with me seeing them? All three of them?” Would he say something more about Michael?

  “You bet I would. And, yes, all three of them. I’m sure you’ve noticed that the multiple-man-to-one-woman relationship is a thing around here. We’re not a polygamy marriage town, but, well, it is what it is. Folks have their reasons for ending up together. I figure if it’s not hurting anyone, then let bygones be bygones.”

  “That’s very broadminded of you.”

  “Thanks. I tend to lean toward the liberal persuasion.”

  She wouldn’t push him further about the eye color. But soon enough, she’d ask the men. Sighing, she looked back out the window as the sun dipped lower on the horizon. In a few minutes, the sun would be gone.

  Would she see the men tonight? They’d asked her to move in with her, and when she’d asked them for time, they’d given to her. But how long would they wait? Did she really want to wait?

  Do I love them?

  She’d asked herself the same question throughout the day. The answer, one that didn’t make sense, was always the same.

  I love them.

  Holy crap.

  They hadn’t said those wonderful three words yet. Should she wait for them to say them? Or should she throw caution to the wind, forget her mistake with Carl, and tell the Fairland men exactly how she felt? Then she’d move into their home and begin her new life.

  My new life in Lonesome.

  Yeah, that sounds perfect.

  The flash of something alongside the road, ducking in and out of the brush and trees that lined the road, caught her attention.

  She leaned closer to the window. What was that? She stared hard, trying to make out the shape.

  Wait. Two shapes. Whatever it is, there are two of them.

  She leaned even closer to the window, nearly pressing her nose against the glass.

  Three. There are three of them.

  But what were they? Her mind picked up the images, but what she thought she saw couldn’t be.

  Lions? No. That’s ridiculous. Lions in Texas?

  “Doc, look out there.” She tried to hold back her excitement. No doubt, Doc would tell her what it was—something ordinary—and she’d look like a fool for thinking she saw lions.

  “Out where?”

  “There. Just off the road on my
side. Do you see them?”

  He glanced to his right then back at the road. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about. What do you see?”

  And then she saw one of them clearly as it broke out from under the cover of the scrub brushes.

  It is! It’s a lion!

  She had to tell Doc the truth. “Doc, there’s a lion out there. No. Wait. There are three of them.” She twisted around to Doc then back to the window. “Holy crap. There are three lions out there.”

  She stared as the lions disappeared behind more bushes. Searching as hard as she could, she couldn’t find them again. Had they stopped running alongside the road?

  “Lions? Are you sure?”

  “I’m positive.” She turned back to him. “What do we do? Who do we call? What if they attack someone?”

  “They won’t.”

  She stared at Doc, certain he hadn’t heard her correctly. “Doc, I said there were lions.”

  “I heard you.”

  “And you’re not worried? We have to call someone. The police. Or animal control. Someone.” How could he be so calm?

  “Take it easy, Mira. It’s not uncommon to see lions around these parts.”

  He could’ve just as easily have said Santa had dropped the North Pole right in the middle of Texas. Or that little green aliens had landed in Lonesome. “It’s not uncommon? Are you serious?”

  “I am. It’s not something we talk about. Not even during The Shifter Days Festival. We don’t want a bunch of lion hunters coming here and shooting things up. They’re the ones who could hurt people.”

  “You’re saying that, all this time that I’ve been here, you never thought once to tell me that there are wild animals roaming around?” She still couldn’t believe how calmly he was taking the news. Or that the news even existed.

  “Well, we weren’t sure you were hanging around. But now that you’re with the Fairland men…” He shrugged then gave her a smile. “You’re one of us now.”