by Jane Jamison
Robin took his hand. “I’ve been out a long time, but it was Michael’s say on when he wanted others to know about him, about us. Which is why Michael and I went to other towns to be together. But we’re tired of hiding. We’re coming out to everyone, and we don’t give a damn who doesn’t like it.” He glared at Rick and planted his feet apart as though ready to be challenged.
“But, Michael,” moaned Rick, “he’s a werewolf. Why couldn’t you have found a nice werelion or a human?”
“Oh.” Now she understood, but it didn’t make any sense, either. “So are you prejudiced against all other shifters? Or only against werewolves?”
Rick crossed his arms and shot her a look. “I’m not prejudiced against anyone. It’s an instinctive animal thing, Mira. Cats don’t like dogs.”
“Sounds like a pretty lame reason to me. You’re not just a lion. You’re human, too, with common sense and the ability to think past your primal instincts.” She lifted her eyebrows at Henry and Davis. “Do you two feel the same way?”
Davis was quick to answer. “Nah. My only problem with it is that there are assholes who are going to give them a hard time. I hate to see my brother go through that shit.”
“But you’ll support him? And Robin?” she asked.
Davis drew in a long breath. “I have to admit it’ll take a while to get used to it, but I’ll do my best. Damn it, bro, you know I’ll always have your back.”
“Yeah. I do.” Michael looked to Rick. “I just wish all of you did.”
Henry hung his head and mumbled something under his breath. When he looked up, his face held a determined expression. “Okay, fine. As long as he treats you right, he’s okay by me.”
“Thanks, brother,” said a choked-up Michael. “And what about you, Rick? Is this a deal breaker for you? If it is, we’ll get out of here.”
A rush of emotions flitted across Rick’s face. His internal struggle was easy to see. “Look, I can’t say yes right now. But”—he lifted a finger, stopping Michael from turning away—“you’re my brother and I love you.” He coughed then shook his head, his mouth working as though saying more would physically hurt. “And if you’re going to be with him, then I’ll do my best to accept it.”
Michael’s lip lifted in a snarl. “You’ll do your best to accept him, not it.”
“Right,” amended Rick. “Him. Robin.”
Mira couldn’t suppress her happy cry of joy. “This is just so beautiful.” If she didn’t have tears in her eyes, she would’ve sworn she saw tears in Michael’s. “How about we all go inside and have a drink to celebrate?”
“Good idea.” Michael turned to Robin. “Is that okay? Are you okay?”
Robin glanced at Rick, who had hung his head and stuffed his hands into his jeans’ pockets. “It’s a first step. I think that’s all we can ask right now.”
Mira hurried down the porch steps and hugged Rick to her. “It’s a great first step. Time and love will get us through it. I promise it will.” She pecked a kiss to Rick’s cheek and earned a small smile. “Come on, everyone. Now that we’re all home, let’s go inside.”
Epilogue
Mira stretched out her legs and flew over the large tree that had fallen in the middle of the road. Although, while in her werelioness body, she could see fine without the moon overhead, she still enjoyed the soft glow it gave the world. Her tongue lolled out of the side of her mouth as she glanced back at her men. Davis, Henry, and Rick ran side by side, following her lead.
Her mouth grew wider in a lioness smile. They were letting her win. How many times had they told her that they loved watching her ass? Still, once they grew closer to home, they’d race beside her, surrounding her so she couldn’t suddenly divert and go a different direction. Tonight, they’d spend a long time running, but they’d still have plenty of energy left for a wild time in bed.
She burst into the clearing near the house then picked up speed. As she’d known they would, they, too, ran faster with Rick and Henry coming along to her right and Davis staking out her left. She could go forward, stop suddenly or try reversing direction. Sometimes she tried turning back just to keep running, but tonight she was in as much of a hurry as they were to get upstairs and into bed.
Michael and Robin were out running, too. After two months of them living at the ranch along with her and her men, they were getting to know Robin well. The tenseness of the first days was gone, and even Rick had warmed up to Robin. But they still had progress to make. Rick still refused to run with Robin, protesting that they couldn’t be seen running alongside a werewolf. Robin, in his usual patient manner, had said he didn’t mind.
One day, she thought. One day, we’ll all run together.
She made a vow to make that happen. Then, one day further into the future, werelions and werewolves alike would be at peace with one another.
Bounding up the front porch steps, she stopped and let Davis shove the front door open with one hard bump. He entered the house then waited for her to follow. Bursting ahead of Henry and Rick, she led the charge up the stairs and into the bedroom.
At first, shifting had been hard. Pain still seared through her limbs as they broke then reformed, but she was getting used to the sensations. She shifted, still in a dead run, and threw her body on top of the bed. Laughing, she jerked the comforter over her naked human body.
The bed bounced so hard under the weight of her three large men that it landed back on the floor with a resounding thud. She let out a giggle as they surrounded her and tore the comforter away.
“Why are you trying to hide, sugar-baby?” Davis grabbed hold of her and pulled her on top of him. His erect cock pressed against her wet pussy.
“I have to make you work for it, don’t I?” She sucked in a hard breath as his tongue lashed her nipple.
“Then let’s make him really work for it.” Henry jumped off the bed then took hold of her and yanked her out of Davis’s arms. He pressed her body against his then quickly strode to the wall and slammed her against it.
Thankfully, her transformation gave her the stamina and strength to withstand their rough sex. Shifting only a little, she put her fangs to his shoulder and bit down just hard enough to make it hurt.
“Ow. Watch those teeth, honey.” Then, as though getting her back, he put his human teeth to her nipple and teased it.
She moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist. With that invitation, he plunged his cock deep inside her. She let out a cry and dug her fingernails into his arms.
Davis and Rick came toward them. She knew what would happen, but it still took her breath away when Davis grabbed Henry by the shoulders and spun him around. Henry pushed his back against the wall then bent his knees to angle his body and offer her ass to one of his brothers.
“Take it, Rick.” Davis stepped back. He often liked to watch as his brothers took her.
“Don’t mind if I do,” said Rick.
She planted her hands on the wall beside Henry’s head. Looking over her shoulder, she urged Rick to do his best. “Fuck me, my lusty lion. Fuck me hard and good.”
“Damn straight.”
He rammed his cock inside her dark hole, no preparation needed. She was always ready for her men, and, since she was a werelioness, penetration didn’t hurt but for a short while.
Moaning, she undulated her body, shoving first against Henry then against Rick. Her gaze met Davis’s as he leaned against the wall, cock in hand, and watched.
They could’ve crushed her between them if they’d wanted. But she was strong now. With a growl, she encouraged them to fuck her as hard as they could.
Soon, both men stiffened, heralding their releases. As though matching theirs, her body revved up faster, harder. Her orgasm whirled inside her, powering through her until, at last, she could hold it back no longer.
The three of them, sweat making sucking noises between them, climaxed and roared out their satisfaction. She gritted her teeth as her orgasm ripped her apart. Rick moved away as Henry lo
wered her onto her feet. As Henry slipped to the floor, spent, Davis lifted her off her feet then took her back to the bed.
He sat on the end of the bed and brought her down. She cried out as his cock slid into her pussy. Tugging her hair, he pulled her head back and nibbled on her neck.
Davis rammed upward, bouncing her time and time again. She clung to him, her breasts pressed against his hard chest.
“Fuck me, Davis. Make me yours.”
He mumbled something against her flesh, but it didn’t matter what he’d said. She understood his answer.
Rick and Henry came to sit on either side of them. Their hands explored her body as their brother pumped his cock into her over and over. Then, suddenly, he stilled, and turned her hair free.
She looked into his amber-flecked eyes and saw the love there. Knowing she’d find the same in Henry’s and Rick’s eyes, she looked to them.
“You’re my lusty lions.” She’d say it now. Later, they’d tease her for calling them such a silly name. But no matter what they wanted her to call them, she’d still always think of them as her lusty lions.
“Whatever you want, babe,” murmured Rick.
Yes. Whatever I want. And I want them. My lusty lions.
THE END
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