Leap of the Lion

by Cherise Sinclair

  Return to the prìosan. Just the thought formed a knot of fear in her chest.

  “Easy, sweetling,” Gawain murmured.

  “Being afraid doesn’t mean you’re not brave.” To her surprise, Owen leaned down and kissed her cheek. “Being brave means doing what you have to do in spite of the fear.”

  She looked at him in surprise. The cahir didn’t despise her?

  Jumping into the freezing stream, he melodramatically peered all around. “I don’t see any Scythe in here. Get in, tiny tinker.”

  “You… You are so…” She glared at him, unable to believe he’d tease her about her fears. Yet the knot in her chest loosened.

  “I am.” He grinned. “Get in.”

  “Not in this lifetime. I’ll hold out for a hot shower when we get to the lodge.” Males really were insane, weren’t they?

  Owen glanced at his brother. “Who could resist?”

  She frowned. “Resist what?”

  The two males bent down with cupped hands—and a wave of icy water drenched her. She shrieked. “You dumbasses. You stupid…” She couldn’t find words nasty enough.

  “Excellent scream.” Gawain was grinning.

  “Like a hawk. Very nice.” Owen eyed her as if he planned to yank her in.

  She hastily backed up.

  The male didn’t laugh often, but when he did, her heart actually danced. “We won’t splash you again. Promise.”

  Gawain grinned and held out his cupped hands. “You need to drink, Darcy.”

  They’d never lied to her…and she had screeched loud enough to wake the gnomes in the city. She advanced and sucked the water from Gawain’s hands. It was cold enough to make her teeth hurt.

  The sun was already drying the water from her skin.

  Jumping up onto the bank, Owen used his wet hands to stroke the last of the tears from her face. “There. All better.”

  “Thanks.”

  A grin warned her a second before he put an arm behind her back, lifted his other hand, and circled her nipple with a freezing cold finger.

  The nub puckered into an aching peak. She tried to jerk away, and his arm curbed her.

  “Look how it jumps to attention,” he told Gawain. He teased the nipple to a long peak.

  “You’re impossible.” She glared up at him.

  Bending, Owen took her mouth, pulling her against his rock-solid body.

  Her insides went into a meltdown.

  He lifted his head an inch and whispered against her lips, “Now we can go back to kissing.” Slowly, holding her gaze with his green eyes, he lifted her wrist to his face, inhaled…and smiled.

  There was no denying the scent of her arousal. Against her pelvis, his cock was thickening, lengthening. And oh, she remembered how he felt. Her core dampened, preparing for his entry.

  He turned her, and Gawain took her into his embrace. He lifted her chin and smiled into her eyes, watching her carefully as he lowered his head.

  Her mouth opened to him, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. He followed Owen’s lead, sniffing her wrist, and satisfying himself she wanted them both.

  “You could just ask,” she whispered.

  He nuzzled her temple and whispered back, “Words can be misleading. Scents don’t lie.”

  Moving in behind her, Owen sandwiched her between the males. As Gawain kissed her, she felt Owen playing with her breasts, teasing them, rolling the nipples.

  Heat sprang to life within her. Between her legs, she was tingling, swelling, needing. She wiggled against the rigid cock in back, and made a sound. An urgent sound.

  “Oh, not yet, little cat,” Owen murmured, kissing the curve between her shoulder and neck. His teeth nipped, and his lips soothed the tiny sting.

  Gawain framed her face with his hands as he teased her lips and fenced with her tongue. Against her soft belly, his erection was hard and thick, a promise of more.

  Both of them would take her.

  Her hands closed on Gawain’s forearms. “I’m…I don’t know how to do this. I don’t want to disappoint you.”

  “Cariad, don’t you know we’re worrying about the same thing?” He traced a line from her crinkled brow down her nose to tap her lips. “But there is no right or wrong here. We’re going to go slow…and simply enjoy what happens. Aye?”

  A sigh escaped her. She could do that. “Aye.”

  Before she could move, Owen scooped her up, holding her cradled against him like a cubling. She grabbed him around the neck and growled.

  His grin flashed. “Choose a place, brawd?”

  “Over to the left. It’s flat with good grass.”

  “Perfect.” Effortlessly, Owen carried her there and laid her down on the lush, cool creekside grass. He knelt beside her on her left. Smiling into her eyes, he laced his fingers with hers, raised her arms, and pinned them over her head. “Here you go, brawd. Enjoy your treats.”

  “What do—” Before she could finish her question, Owen took her mouth, his tongue plunging deep. He didn’t release her hands.

  A second later, Gawain caressed her breasts. “These really are a treat.” He closed his mouth on her right nipple. His mouth was hot and wet, and he sucked lightly while fondling her other breast. When he rubbed his beard on the underside, the light scratching curled her toes.

  Urgency wakened inside her, and the feelings were strange and almost overpowering. She tried to move, but Owen had her hands trapped.

  He made a reprimanding grumbling sound and simply kept kissing her.

  Gawain switched to her left breast, teasing the nipple with his tongue. He stroked down her waist, over a hip, between her legs.

  Her center throbbed in response.

  His finger slid between her folds, and she could feel how slick she was.

  When her hips lifted and her legs opened to make room for his large hand, Gawain made an approving sound. He kissed her breasts and sat back. “You know, I’ve missed your taste.”

  What?

  Slowly, he kissed his way down the same path his hands had taken. Her stomach muscles quivered under his soft lips and teasing nibbles.

  Owen pulled her arms down and set her hands on his shoulders. “Keep your hands here, kitten. I want to feel your claws.”

  She stroked over his contoured iron-hard muscles with her fingertips. Why would he talk about claws? She’d never scratch him.

  “Nice. Feels good.” He licked over her lips.

  As he kissed her jaw, his beard scruff scraped her skin, rousing more sensations.

  Ignoring his order about keeping her hands on his shoulders, she tangled her fingers in his long thick hair. “Are you—”

  Gawain took her clit in his mouth, and the excruciating pleasure consumed her.

  “Ooooooh.” Her back arched, and her hand fisted in Owen’s hair.

  Laughing, Gawain licked over her folds. “That was even better than the scream.”

  “Aye.” Chuckling, Owen pushed her breasts together and sucked one nipple, then the other. “Do some more.”

  “Oh, I intend to.” Gawain bent his head, tracing his tongue in circles around her clit. When he stopped to flick right on top of her clit, she started melting into the ground beneath her.

  He circled her entrance and then pushed a thick finger inside, stretching her, reminding her of that night when she’d been taken so many times.

  Owen closed his lips around her nipple and sucked forcefully on the peak.

  An electrifying sensation surged outward.

  Before she recovered, Gawain began to suck in light pulls on her clit, and her entire core tightened with need. With urgency.

  “Breathe, cariad,” Owen murmured.

  Opening her eyes, she saw he’d lifted his head and was watching her. His hand on her breast sent small zings of pleasure through her with each caress.

  She drew in air and lost it again when Gawain licked and flicked his tongue right on top of her clit. Her eyes closed as all of her muscles tensed. Her fingernails dug i
nto Owen’s shoulders, and he laughed.

  As the pressure in her core increased, every cell in her body quivered, waiting for more.

  Gawain didn’t stop. His tongue circled her clit slowly, danced over the swollen top, circled, flicked.

  A quaking started in her center.

  “Now, brawd,” Owen murmured. She felt his fingers on her nipples, pulling and rolling them, and the sensation zinged downward, even as Gawain set his tongue over her clit and rubbed mercilessly.

  Everything…everything within contracted into a ball, exploding outward in massive waves of pleasure. She felt Gawain’s hands on her hips as his tongue teased out more spasms of pleasure until even her fingers tingled with sensation.

  “Oh my Gods,” she whispered.

  She felt Owen’s hand against her cheek as he kissed her lightly and gave her a hug. Gawain lay down on the other side, and she loved the feeling of being between them, bathed in protection and…and affection.

  They cared about her. She really was certain of that.

  She turned to her right, lifting a shaking arm so she could stroke Gawain’s face. Touch his tan cheek, run her fingers through the soft short beard framing his strong jawline. “Thank you.”

  He smiled at her and kissed her fingertips. “You are very welcome, sweetling. It was my pleasure.” She could hear his sincerity—he’d enjoyed himself.

  She bit her lip. During the full moon, taking Owen in her mouth had been amazing, and he’d seemed to enjoy it. Would Gawain? “Can I do…? To you?” What was it called?

  “Use your mouth on me?” Gawain’s smile grew. “Oh, aye, you certainly can. It’s one of the ways two males can share a female at the same time.”

  Her eyes widened. Oh…my. At the Gathering, Owen had mentioned males shared in various ways, and she’d tried to imagine exactly how it all worked. “How, um, where does everything go and who does what and…?”

  Owen laid his callused hand on her cheek and turned her to face him. A slight smile softened his hard face as he ran his thumb over her lips. “Darcy, do you trust me?”

  “Yes.”

  His green eyes lightened, and his voice was gruff. “Thank you. Then, let me arrange everything—and we’ll all be happy, aye?”

  He’d be in control, not her. She wouldn’t like letting him take over…would she? The memory of the full moon night made her rethink. When she’d mated Owen, there had been no question as to who was in charge. Did she want that again?

  Oh, yes. As she met his steady, confident eyes, any thought of refusing melted right out of her. “Yes.”

  He smiled slowly and met her lips with his. His scent filled her with each breath, and he purred as he nibbled on her lips.

  When Gawain started playing with her breasts, she felt as if her body was slowly sinking into the grass.

  Gawain teased his tongue around Darcy’s velvety nipple, enjoying the sound of his littermate’s purring. Finally, finally, they’d get to share Darcy—he couldn’t think of anywhere else he’d rather be right now.

  With a sigh, Owen lifted his head and sat up. “On your back, brawd. This little cat has work to do.”

  Gawain glanced at him and caught on. “Work is good for a soul.” He lay back in the grass, put an arm behind his head, and smiled at the perplexed look on Darcy’s face.

  “Kneel between his legs, cariad.” Owen positioned her.

  To Gawain’s delight, she was completely acquiescing to his littermate’s directions. Yes, she was perfect for them.

  Owen took her hand and wrapped it around Gawain’s cock.

  As her flush deepened, her fingers curled in a snug grip.

  Gawain inhaled sharply. His cock leaped at the heat of her palm, at the feeling of her small fingers around him.

  “There’s a good female. You did a bit of this at the Gathering, remember? Now, you can lick and suck, but no biting or teeth,” Owen told her. “The more you can take into your mouth and throat, the happier he’ll be, but don’t go farther than you’re comfortable with.”

  “But, how exactly do I…?” Her worry was obvious. She was so sweet—a female who wanted to do everything perfectly when making someone else happy.

  As deep into her need as she’d been for her first Gathering, he doubted if she remembered much of what she’d done.

  Gawain reached down and covered her fingers on his cock. He moved her hand up and down, and rumbled in pleasure. “This is the movement, whether you’re using your hand, your tongue, or your lips. If I’m purring, I’m enjoying it.”

  Relief filled her eyes, before she bit her lip. “But what if you’re not enjoying it? Or I hurt you? Or…”

  Such a worrier. Gawain hesitated, unsure how to reassure her.

  With an evil grin, Owen handed a handful of her hair to Gawain. “There. He has a leash to tug if he needs your attention.”

  The concept would have annoyed some females. Darcy’s lips curved in a pleased smile. “Perfect. I can do this.” As she regarded him, heat kindled in her eyes.

  Elation hummed in his veins at the knowledge that the sight of his body pleased her. To see her arousal as she looked at him was one of the finest compliments he’d ever received.

  She stroked his cock, very tentatively. When he didn’t scream in agony, her grip firmed, and she pumped slightly more vigorously.

  Simply having her hands—Darcy’s hands—on him at all thrilled him to the depths, but he managed to hold himself to a light purr.

  She bounced in excitement, bent, and licked up his dick. “Mmm.” As her small hands played with the fuzz between his legs and around his balls, she inhaled and took him deeper. Her tongue teased his shaft as she clamped her lips around him.

  He might combust from sheer overload.

  Why didn’t she move?

  Laughter in his voice, Owen reminded her, “Up and down.”

  She grunted an acknowledgement and began to move, thank the Mother, and the feeling was…sublime. Without even thinking, he purred louder—and was startled to hear a light purr from her in return.

  “Someone likes this…even without the full moon heat,” Owen said softly.

  Thank fuck.

  Why was this so…exhilarating? Darcy took more of Gawain’s cock in her mouth. Each breath brought her his masculine, musky scent, so much stronger around his groin. She stopped to nuzzle the soft hair between his hip and thigh. With gentle fingers, she caressed his testicles. They were round and hot and heavy.

  His purring never slackened.

  She ran her tongue up his cock, teased out the fat, winding veins, and licked away the drop of moisture at the top. The taste, like the deep forest at night, made her insides clench.

  All right, enough playing. Gripping the base, she tried bobbing up and down. Licking. Sucking.

  Gawain’s purring grew more intense.

  And for some reason, heat engulfed her. Her pussy felt drenched, and her breasts throbbed.

  “Don’t stop,” Owen said, even as he moved her right hand to the ground beside Gawain’s hip. The pat on her fingers let her know she should keep her hand there.

  Don’t stop. She sucked lightly on the head of Gawain’s cock, and his breathing hitched. Oh, nice. Trying to add variation, she took his shaft almost all the way in her mouth, compressed her lips, and bobbed up, faster than before.

  Hard hands lifted her hips up, forcing her to balance on her knees and one hand. When Owen’s fingers ran between her folds and over her tingling clit, she gasped.

  She lifted her head and looked back. “What are you doing?”

  “Seems I’ve heard that question before.” Kneeling behind her, he grinned. “This time, I’m playing with a little female’s body while she plays with my brother’s body.”

  Securing his grip on her hip, he teased around her clit so knowledgeably that a seething tension began to build low in her pelvis. His eyes darkened, his gaze holding her. “And I’m going to take you. You’ll have both our cocks in you, so be prepared.”

>   Her breathing faltered to a halt. Take her…while her mouth was around Gawain’s cock. Desire built to a steady pulse between her legs.

  She looked at Gawain.

  He smiled at her, eyes half-lidded, and with a tug on her hair, directed her to resume. “No biting. But you can lift your head up if you need to scream.”

  To scream. A shiver seized her. Setting thinking aside, she tried to concentrate on sucking and licking—even as Owen pressed a finger inside before running the slick finger around her clit again.

  Hunger churned as the sensitive nub swelled. Her legs started to tremble.

  Gawain tangled his fingers in her hair, pulling her head down on his erection.

  Even as more heat washed through her, she sucked on the thick shaft. Licked. Sucked. Lifted her head and slid him partway out.

  Behind her, Owen moved closer. His cock pressed against her entrance, and even as she took Gawain’s shaft deeper, Owen pressed inside.

  Oh my Gods. She thought she’d remembered what he felt like, but she hadn’t. She was slick with need, and there was no pain, just overwhelming pleasure as he breached her entrance.

  As the head of his cock pressed in farther, and her swollen tissues were forced to stretch around him, she felt helpless in his grasp.

  Lifting her head, she gasped for air.

  He paused for a moment, another, then inexorably continued to advance until he filled her completely. When he stopped, his long shaft was planted deep within her.

  As her core throbbed around him, she needed…needed more. She wiggled, gasping as his cock moved.

  Laughing, Owen pushed her head down, reminding her of the erection resting against her cheek.

  With a giggle, she turned her head and took Gawain’s shaft back in her mouth. Sucking lightly, she tongued him, loving the velvety texture.

  Owen started to move, in and out, slowly, letting her adjust.

  And the feeling…oh, the feeling. Forget adjusting. She rocked back onto him hard and swayed forward to swallow Gawain’s cock.