by HELEN HARDT
“Beautiful.” Nick probed her pussy with his thick fingers and trailed the wetness into the crease of her ass. He pressed on her anus.
She jolted.
“Mmm, like that?”
Erin couldn’t speak. She thought her head nodded, but she wasn’t sure.
Gently, slowly, he poked the tip of his finger into her tight opening. Her tissues tensed and then relaxed, and tingles shot through her.
Landon sat at the head of the bed, his legs spread, giving Erin access to his beautiful cock and musky balls. She inhaled his pungent bouquet—spice and horny man. Intoxicating.
She glided her hips back and forth as Nick continued to drill her ass.
“Tight. So tight.”
“Don’t forget, Nick. I get first dibs on her ass.”
“Just getting her ready for you.”
When he slid his finger from her, Erin whimpered at the loss, but the knob of Landon’s cock beckoned between her lips.
With Landon’s hardness lodged firmly against the roof of her mouth, she felt the sweet nudge of Nick’s cock head against her swollen folds.
He entered her with one smooth thrust. Ah, she hadn’t known how achingly empty she was until she was filled. Nick penetrated her gently at first, and then increased his tempo to a fiery cadence that she transferred to the blow job she was giving Landon. She ate at his cock, savoring, relishing the joy of giving pleasure.
“Yeah, baby, just like that.” Landon fisted his hands in her hair and pulled her more forcibly onto him. “Take me. Take all of me.”
He grazed her throat, and as with Nick, she wished for him to come. To taste him.
Again, as with Nick, he wouldn’t let her. He withdrew. “In your ass, baby. I’m coming in your ass.”
And Nick pounded her. In and out. Such a heady joining. As though he were made for her, and she for him.
For them.
“Yeah, honey, yeah. So good. Made for me. For my cock.” Nick’s voice was low, raspy. Again, like a growl. “You fit me like a glove.” He thrust deep. “Tell me you like it. Tell me you like it, Erin.”
“I like it, Nick.” She panted against Landon’s hard thigh. “I love it.”
Landon smoothed her moist hair away from her face. “Nick fucks you hard, doesn’t he?”
She nodded, her forehead sliding against the moist tip of his cock.
“I’ll fuck you just as hard, just as good. Maybe even better, baby.”
Hard to imagine better than the commanding fucking she was getting. Her thighs quivered like jelly. She leaned down into Landon’s balls. Her tongue crept out and licked them.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
Nick fucked her deep. He ground into her, forcing her tunnel to take every last centimeter. And she was glad to do it. Glad to take all he had to give. Her tissues stretched to accommodate him. Slow fiery burn morphed into slick primal wanting.
Penetration. Sweet penetration. And then…more.
His finger glided into her ass.
She burst.
“Nick!” Her scream was muffled as she bit into Landon’s muscled thigh. Swirls of heat kaleidoscoped through her. He hammered her as her pussy clenched around him. She relished each spasm, each contraction. Still, he pummeled into her. The more she came, the tighter she became, and she felt every vein on his magnificently sculpted cock as he filled her.
“That’s it. Come for me.” He worked another finger into her ass.
The exquisite stretch catapulted her into another climax.
She unclenched her teeth from Landon’s thigh. He stroked her hair as she nibbled at his balls. Damn, he tasted good.
“Yeah, baby,” he said. “Keep coming. Let it happen.”
Ages later, as the convulsions slowed, Nick rammed into her with a final thrust.
“Ah, God!” he roared. “Just like that. Let me fill you. You hold me so tightly, Erin.”
“Good girl,” Landon said, caressing her cheek.
She tilted her head upward and met his blue gaze.
“And now it’s my turn.”
When Nick slipped from her pussy, Landon gathered her into her arms and kissed her. Like Nick’s kiss, it was strong and possessive. Not an easy kiss. Lots of nibbling, lots of tongue. Her pussy throbbed to life again. Would she ever get enough of these two?
Hot, so hot. Yet she shivered in Landon’s strong arms. She broke the kiss to take a needed breath.
“You can take more, right baby?” he whispered against her ear. His tongue slid along the outer shell.
She nodded. “I can take more. I want to take more.”
Oh, how she wanted to take more.
Nick returned to the bed and took her from Landon’s arms. “Lan will make sure you’re ready. Don’t worry. We’ll make it good for you.”
Nick laid her gently on her back and nuzzled her neck. “You’ll love it, I promise.”
Love what?
Oh. Her ass. Landon wanted to fuck her ass. She tensed.
Nick petted her. “It will be all right. You liked my finger, didn’t you?”
“Yes.” She had liked that. But a cock was a different matter altogether. Still, she wanted to do it. Wanted to be with Landon—with both of them—in that way. Why? She still wasn’t sure. But she wanted it.
Landon spread her legs. His blond waves tickled her inner thighs. “Don’t be afraid,” he said. I’d never hurt you, Erin.”
Somehow, she knew he spoke the truth.
He pushed her thighs forward gently and began to massage her anus. She jerked forward when something slippery and cool melted against her skin.
“Shh, baby.” Landon’s fingers slowly caressed her. “It’s just some lube to ease my entry. Make it more comfortable for you.”
More comfortable. That was good.
“Let me help you,” Nick said. He rained tiny kisses over the sensitive flesh of her neck, her breasts, and zeroed in on a hard nipple.
“Sugar nipples.” He nibbled and tugged.
Sensation surged to her pussy. She loved to have her nipples sucked. They were so responsive, so sensitive, and Nick knew just how to drive her over the edge.
“I’m going to keep you so occupied,” he rasped against her breast, “you won’t feel any pain at all.”
He licked her tight bud, slid his tongue in the valley between her breasts. Moist, warm. So good. A soft sigh escaped her throat.
Landon worked the lubricant into her opening, and when his finger breached her, she felt only pleasure. Soon he added another finger while Nick continued to tongue down her belly, dip into her navel, and trail up the outside of her thigh.
He brushed a wet kiss to her knee. “She’s so beautiful, isn’t she, Lan?”
Another finger plunged into her ass, and Erin tensed, but then relaxed when Nick’s tongue went to work on her clit.
“Mmm. She sure is,” Landon agreed. “Gorgeous red cunt, dripping with juice. Pretty pink asshole, so tight.”
Nick’s dark hair tickled her belly as he licked her clit ever so softly. Not enough to really get her going, but enough so her pussy clamored for more.
She writhed, trying to lift her hips. But she couldn’t, not with her thighs in the air.
“Easy, baby.” Landon lifted her bottom. “You’re ready for me now. I won’t hurt you.”
“I know you won’t.”
Nick held her hips in the air. She closed her eyes, expecting a stab of pain. But as Landon gripped her butt cheeks and his cock head nudged into her, she felt only the smallest twinge. He went slowly, as he’d promised, inch by inch, until he was embedded in her ass.
She opened her eyes and looked at his handsome face dotted with sweat. His blue eyes were closed, his teeth gritted together. “Landon?”
“I’m fine, baby. It just…feels…so…good.”
Nick sucked her clit between his full firm lips. A jolt of pleasure ripped through her as Landon withdrew and plunged into her ass.
“Oh!” So full. Never been this full.
Nick’s head remained between her legs. He licked her clit, nibbled it, sucked it, and forced a finger into her pussy and massaged her G-spot.
All the while Landon rocked into her ass with his impressive cock.
Rainbows. Skyrockets. Good God, this had to be nirvana. Two beautiful men between her legs. Total ecstasy.
Nick raised his head, and his dark gaze seared into hers as he continued to drill his finger into her wet sheath. “Let it go, honey. Feel it. Savor it. Let the lust consume you. Take you.”
She looked to Landon, but his eyes were squeezed shut. Drops of perspiration beaded on his forehead and meandered down his cheeks, through his golden stubble.
Faster and harder he plundered her ass, and she loved it. Loved every nasty minute of it.
She turned back to Nick’s sable eyes. Let it go, she heard in her mind. Let it take you.
Fragments of images blurred in her mind. Mountains. Streams. Nature. Animals frolicking, copulating. Majestic birds flying overhead. And in the middle of all of it, Nick and Landon pleasuring her. Taking her to the highest peak.
And a pleasure so fierce, so absolute, swept her away.
* * *
Mmm. Sweet sleep. Erin woke and stretched, sighed again. Her body still sated from the glorious lovemaking, she leaned to the right, expecting to encounter a hard body.
Nothing but rumpled sheets on both sides. What? This hadn’t been some sort of fantastic horny dream, had it? She widened her eyes and let them adjust to the darkness. Kitchen to the right, living area to the left. No. This wasn’t her cabin. Hers had only a kitchenette and a bed.
Thank God. It hadn’t been a figment of her imagination. But where were Nick and Landon? Why would they leave her alone in the cabin?
She wrapped a sheet around herself, stalked to the door, opened it, and stepped out into the moonlit night. The Rocky Mountains were beautiful. So majestic. Pine trees in the moonlight were a soft silvery green. Like her eyes.
She smiled as warmth enveloped her. Nick and Landon had made her feel beautiful. Beautiful and desirable. She hugged the sheet around her breasts.
Fresh mountain air stimulated her lungs. Deep and calming breaths soothed her, but again she wondered where the two men had gone. Never had a guy left her at his place.
Her body throbbed and ached. She yearned for these two men who were still virtually strangers to her. They’d touched something inside her, something no one had ever touched. Something she didn’t even know existed. Her soul.
They hadn’t left her. But that didn’t ease her curiosity about where they’d gone. She closed her eyes and breathed in the invigorating scent of pine once more. Mmm.
When a rustling met her ears, she opened her eyes. In the distance, two animals wrestled. Her heart lurched. Icy prickles stabbed into her neck. Were they mountain lions? Bears? Wolves? She squinted to see better as she backed toward the door of the cabin.
What? Her pulse skittered as she blinked.
Her eyes must be playing tricks on her.
The animals were lions. Two maned males. One a pale honey like the moonlight that shone on his coat, the other a deep tawny gold. Both wild and beautiful. Her heart thumped. When the pale one opened his mouth and a roar rocked the ground beneath her, she fled into the cabin and locked the door.
Perspiration dripped from her hairline as she thunked her body against the wood door.
Lions? In the Rockies? Surely she was seeing things. Mountain lions, yes, but these were true lions. The kind from Africa.
She closed her eyes and tried to steady her erratic breathing. No lions. Her eyes were bad. But her ears, too? She had heard that roar as sure as she could feel her own skin tingling, Bristling.
A loud knock on the door vibrated against her back.
“Erin?” Nick’s voice.
“It’s us, baby,” Landon said. “Let us in.”
Thank God. They’d protect her. She twisted the deadbolt and jerked the door open. Her two lovers stood, stark naked, moonlight flowing across their sweat-glistened bodies.
She launched herself into them. Tears flowed from her eyes. “I am so glad to see you. Where have you been? I was frightened.”
Four strong arms encircled her and two warm bodies nudged her through the entryway. Her men. Sparks and comfort simultaneously shot through her. Landon shut and bolted the door and hit the light switch while Nick continued to embrace her.
“You never have to be afraid again, Erin,” he said. “Not while we’re around.”
His soothing words consoled her, sank right to her heart. She nuzzled his damp chest. “You’re not going to believe this. I thought I saw lions outside.”
Nick’s voice rumbled against her ear. “Why wouldn’t we believe you?”
“Because it’s silly, that’s why. There aren’t any lions in Colorado. Other than mountain lions, I mean.” She shook her head, and his chest hair tickled her cheek. “I…all that lovemaking must have made me a little crazy. I mean… It was amazing. I’ve never come so many times, so hard…”
Landon nudged into her from behind, his cock rigid against her back. “We’d believe just about anything,” he whispered in her ear. His tongue tickled her lobe.
She shivered. So warm, so moist, their bodies slid against hers. Her pussy responded with an exquisite ache. She puckered her lips against Nick’s chest and kissed him. His groan was her reward.
“Back to bed?” he asked.
“Mmm.” Landon hummed against her ear. “Works for me.”
“Oh, yeah, works for me,” Erin echoed. They nudged her toward the rumpled bed. “To think. Lions.” She shook her head and giggled. “I’ve definitely lost it.”
Nick nibbled at her neck. “I don’t know. You’d be amazed what you can find up here in the mountains.”
She laughed again. “Maybe. But lions? Impossible.”
Landon purred against her shoulder and stroked it with his soft tongue. Heat flooded through her. Her breasts were still plastered against Nick’s sweaty chest. She rubbed them against his nipples. Mmm, nice.
But a little clammy. Why were they both dripping with perspiration? And why had they been outside naked? Did it matter? That bed tempted. Beckoned…
Gathering all her willpower, she slid from between their bodies and stepped away from the bed. “I’d love nothing more than a repeat of our earlier fun, but I’m afraid I need some answers first.”
Four smoking eyes bored into her. Neither asked what she wanted to know. Strange.
“What were you two doing outside in the middle of the night?”
“Taking a run,” Landon said.
“Naked?”
Nick smiled. Oh, the dimples in those stubbled cheeks could melt steel. Stick to your guns, Erin.
“Yes, naked,” Nick said. “We run naked. Together.”
“Geez. You guys aren’t—”
“No,” Landon said. “We’re both only concerned with your sexual pleasure.”
He’d read her mind again. What was going on here? “Okay. Can’t you do your workout during the day?”
“Workout?” Landon’s brows furrowed.
“Yeah, your running.”
“We don’t run for exercise,” Nick said. “We run because we have to.”
Erin let out a harsh sigh. Maybe it would be easier to just have hot monkey sex again. Who needed answers?
“She needs to know,” Nick said to Landon.
“Later, Nick. I want to fuck her again.”
Fucking? Sounded good to Erin. She inhaled their earthy masculine scent. It was more potent than before. More…robust. It tickled her nostrils, her senses, consumed her, streamed through her veins like hot lava. Her skin was suddenly warm, her pussy hot. Tiny spasms rocked through her clit. She wanted to fuck. Wanted to come. Now.
“No.” Nick placed his palm on Landon’s shoulder. “She needs to know. Can’t you see? Look at her. Her skin is pink.” He inhaled. “Her pussy’s wet. Damn, she smells good.” He inhaled a
gain, eyes closed, and then opened them abruptly. “She’s under the influence of our pheromones.”
Under the influence? What the hell?
“She won’t be sleeping with us of her own free will at this point. We need to tell her. Make her understand. Then when she comes to us, she’ll know the truth.”
Landon sighed. “Shit. You’re right.” He plunked down on the bed. “Baby, we need to talk.”
Talk? Talking meant no fucking. Fucking was much better. Erin reached for Landon’s erection.
He brushed her hand away. “Sorry, baby. Trust me, it’s not that I don’t want to.”
Nick pulled a chair from the kitchen table and set it about two feet from the bed. “Sit down, love.”
Erin complied as Nick sat on the bed next to Landon. Their two cocks stood at attention. Her mind was a white haze. What was all this talking nonsense? She wanted cocks. In her hand, her mouth, her pussy, her ass. She trembled, burning for pleasure and release.
“You aren’t crazy, Erin,” Nick said. “You did see lions.”
Lions?
Oh. She took a deep breath, willed her body to cool. Lions. Right. She had seen lions outside. She widened her eyes. “I knew it! Are they yours? Or do they belong to the owner of this place?”
“Well, yes and no. Lan and I own this place.”
“Oh?”
Nick let out a harsh sigh. “Yeah, and the lions, well, they don’t belong to us exactly…”
“They are us,” Landon said.
Erin’s jaw dropped open. “Huh?” How terribly, terribly sad. Her two lovers were completely insane. Time to escape…
“I want you to listen,” Nick said. “Just listen, okay? Listen to what we need to say to you, and then we’ll answer all your questions.”
She nodded numbly. Fine, she’d listen. She couldn’t speak right now if she’d had a gun pointed to her head. And they wouldn’t harm her. Somehow she knew.
“We’ve been best friends all our lives. We belong to a pride of lion shifters,” Nick said. “Our clan lives here in the Rockies. Landon and I grew up together. I was an orphan from another pride, and Landon’s mother and father adopted me. Landon’s father was our dominant male, but he passed on recently.”
