Protecting Their Mate [Panther Cove 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Melody Snow Monroe

  “Patience, darlin’. We have all night.”

  Her hand grabbed onto his cock before he had the chance to stop her. “You weren’t very patient a minute ago.”

  He pressed his lips together. “You’re right, but I want to make this evening memorable in the most intimate way.” He lifted her fingers off his cock and smiled. “Would you like me to tie you down so you can’t touch me?”

  Colliding images assaulted her. Her pussy screamed yes as she imagined being tethered to some cross in a dungeon where both men would lick her pussy until she begged them to stop. The rational and inexperienced side answered. “I’ll be good.”

  He laughed, acting as if he’d read her thoughts. “For now, but wait until I’m finished with you.”

  “Oooh.”

  With that, he thumbed her panties and pulled them down just enough to expose her blonde curls. He inhaled. “You smell so good.”

  How could he tell over the sweet aroma of blooming flowers in the garden? Now wasn’t the time to question him. He scooted to the end of the lounge, leaned over and slower than a blade of grass could grow, dragged his rough tongue up her slit. The heavens seemed to open up, and she clenched the thick cushion. Don’t scream or moan. She didn’t want him to know how much he affected her.

  “These are too restrictive.” He sat up and dragged down her panties. She lifted her leg and he pulled them off. “Now where was I?”

  “I think you were transporting me to another world.” She hadn’t meant to say those words out loud, and his chuckle confirmed it.

  He returned to his former position and thumbed open her pussy lips. “You’re so pink and pretty down there.”

  There wasn’t enough light for him to see. That thought got erased when he slipped a finger into her wet cunt. She automatically clamped down on his finger. “Yes.”

  “I’ve got something lot bigger if you’d like.”

  “Double yes!”

  As if he hadn’t heard her, he wiggled his finger around, hitting some highly erotic zone. Her hips lifted off the mat, and she clutched his shoulders for support.

  “That’s it. Let it go,” he urged.

  As if she wasn’t soaring high enough, he added another finger and licked her clit at the same time. The combination drove her wild. His speed increased, and her moans came out louder. It was as if he wanted her to explode. And explode she did. The climax blasted her so hard she lost her breath for a moment, and her own scream startled her until she realized the sound was coming from her.

  He sat back up. “I can’t believe how sensitive you are.”

  Oh, no, she’d messed it up. “I’m sorry, it’s just that it’s been a while.”

  “Oh, darlin’. Don’t ever apologize for coming.” He reached up and kissed her. “We are so going to have an amazing time together.”

  He’d already outperformed her wildest dreams. She thought she was finished since she’d never climaxed twice before, but when Derek planted his elbows on either side of her shoulders and kissed her forehead, her nose, and then her chin, his tender touch created more havoc between her thighs. “I know.”

  “Do you want me?” he asked.

  “Do the Panthers rock?” He’d claimed he loved the team as much as she did, but something flashed in his eyes that made her doubt that.

  He dipped his head and nuzzled her in the seam between her neck and shoulder. He lightly nipped the skin, and the sensation was like nothing she’d ever experienced before. Keeping his head down, he shifted his attention to her breasts. She arched her back to give him more exposure, allowing him to slip a hand around her back and undo the hook. Using his teeth, he dragged the cups lower and then pulled down the bra.

  “God, I so want to feast on these.”

  He dove down and circled her pebbled nipple, sending streaks of heat through her body. How could one touch set her off again? Whoever this mysterious man was, she needed to touch him. His corded muscles bunched and flexed under her fingertips. When he finally drew the nipple into his mouth, her pussy creamed so hard she almost came again.

  He must have sensed her need because he moved to the other breast and sucked hard on the tip. A rush of pain grabbed her but transformed into glorious bliss a moment later. She never knew how good pain could feel.

  “I have to have you.”

  He slipped off her, grabbed his pants, and withdrew a condom from his wallet. She was about to ask if she could do the honors, but he drew it on so fast, she didn’t get the chance.

  He kissed her hard. “Sorry. I couldn’t wait.”

  His large cock breached her opening, and in one thrust he fully seated himself. Her eyes widened and her pulse raced. “Oh, God. You’re huge.”

  He leaned over her again and dragged his teeth down her neck. “I won’t move until you get used to me.”

  No one had ever been that considerate. Her inner walls were still vibrating, and the fullness was nothing like she’d ever known, but she loved having his cock inside her. She lifted her hips to urge him on.

  “Fuck me, hard.” God. Did I just say that? I must be possessed.

  He withdrew his cock partway and thrust into her again just as he bit her neck. The pinprick took her by surprise but didn’t hurt. All she could picture was a giant hickey she’d need to cover up at work. Or not. Right now, she wanted the world to know she’d made love to this amazing man.

  He moaned, too. “I can’t get enough of you.”

  She widened her legs to give him more access, tossing out every inhibition ever to inhabit her body, not worrying about any consequences from her actions. She just wanted more cock.

  Derek dragged his lips to hers and she opened up to him. As his tongue darted in and out of her mouth, his cock matched the rhythm. With each thrust, her body heated as her stomach contracted and her pussy milked him.

  “I’m so damned close, darlin’.”

  His desperate tone catapulted her over the edge. Wave upon wave of ecstasy rained down on her, sweeping her away on a tide of total joy. He drove in once more, his balls slapping her ass, and held on tight.

  She screamed something unintelligible as his cock exploded. Searing heat seeped through the condom as his cock stretched her unbelievably wide. Her fingernails dug into his skin, and his mouth claimed hers. It was as if their souls had blended.

  She lost track of time as his cock continued to throb. He broke the kiss and gazed down at her, seeming to drink her in.

  He kissed her nose. “You have to know that we belong together.”

  She was so under his spell that she didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

  He pulled out of her and got off the lounge. After he tossed his condom, he reached below the sink and pulled out a towel. He wet it and gently swiped her pussy clean. With his thumb, he swiped her neck.

  When he lifted it to his lips she thought she saw something red. “Was that blood?” She touched her skin but couldn’t detect anything.

  “Maybe just a bit. I got carried away.”

  * * * *

  Hunter couldn’t stand it much longer. He’d watched from the shore as Derek rowed Jennifer out to the middle of the lake. He’d debated joining them, but he couldn’t control his damned fangs from showing. Shit. He’d never lost control like this before.

  He told himself that the concept of sharing would be something she needed to get used to, but damn, this feeling of needing her so bad was throwing his body into unknown territory.

  He kept imagining himself in that boat, so instead of torturing himself, he headed to the large home on the water. Their mentor, Gordon MacLeash, would know what he should do.

  At the front door, he rang the bell and entered. He waited patiently in the foyer until the old master arrived. While his clan lived sometimes as long as four hundred years, Gordon had surpassed that by twenty years.

  “I’m coming.”

  Hunter chuckled. The old man could have sent him a mental message, but Gordon claimed he liked having one leg in this world, so to
speak.

  Gordon zoomed in on his scooter. “Can’t keep your cock in your pants, can you?”

  How the hell did he know?

  “Close your mouth and follow me.”

  It didn’t help when he led him into the study that overlooked the lake. Gordon motored over to the liquor cabinet and withdrew some scotch that he wouldn’t be surprised to learn was as old as the master himself. He poured two drinks.

  “Sit down. Don’t need you towering over me.”

  Hunter hid his smile and grabbed the drink. He sat on the sofa and Gordon stopped in front of him. “Spill it, boy.”

  Only his mentor could get away with calling him boy. “Derek and I have found our mate.”

  “About time. I could sense the heat as those two walked by.”

  The master’s senses were still highly honed. “I can’t seem to control myself.”

  Gordon smiled. “I remember what it was like when I first saw Martha. My teeth dripped blood for her, and my claws refused to stay retracted.”

  “You understand then.” That was such a relief.

  Gordon’s eyes crinkled as he laughed. “My, yes, but be careful of her.”

  “Because she’s a reporter?”

  “That and she’ll be in danger the moment word gets out that you’ve marked her.”

  Damn. That was not what he wanted to hear. “The Sword haven’t been aggressive in quite some time.” He hoped the possible threat to the courthouse didn’t imply they were on the move again.

  Gordon sniffed his drink as if it were better than sex and nodded. “True, but the prize has never been this great. I say claim her quick and then protect her with your life.”

  “That’s an easy order to follow.” He polished off his drink and placed it on the table. Out of respect he bowed his head. “Sorry to have disturbed you.”

  He waved a hand. “Not at all. I was expecting you.”

  Was there anything the man didn’t know?

  Once outside he shifted into his panther self and settled down behind some trees to watch his brother make love to the woman he was about to claim.

  Chapter Six

  “Stay the night.” Derek nibbled her chin then her lips.

  She told herself that for the sake of the job she should stay and perhaps get the chance to see more of the house. “Okay.” Hell. Who was she kidding? The chemistry between them was so intense, she felt as though she might climax just looking at the man. Job or no job, she wanted to snuggle up to his warm body and hold him forever.

  Surely Mr. Diggers would understand if she came into work a little late. After all, her assignment had been to get intimate.

  Uh-oh. Her stomach sickened. Would her boss demand a full report even though there wasn’t much to tell? Suppose between now and then she did learn something. Could she expose this man and his brother? She dismissed the thought. Clearly, shape-shifters didn’t exist, and she could intimately attest to the fact that he was pure human and all male. Sure, he could be involved in a secret society, but as long as he didn’t harm anyone, it should remain his business.

  He held out his hand. “Come on. We don’t want you to get chilled.”

  He helped her dress and she could see his cock get hard again. She nodded to him. “Is that even possible?”

  He grinned. “Only with you.”

  As she put on her shoes, he dragged on his pants. He’d never removed his shirt so that was one item he didn’t have to put back on. Holding her hand, he led her back to the house. A few times he glanced over at the bushes. She followed his gaze in case there was some Peeping Tom, but she saw nothing.

  Once inside he led her to his bedroom. She probably should have taken more time to remember everything about the house, but the draw to watch Derek was too strong. As soon as they entered his room, her mouth gaped open. Beside a huge four-poster bed, there was an entire sitting area, and the back wall was lined with books.

  “This is amazing.”

  He chuckled. “I guess I’m used to it.”

  If he ever asked to visit her apartment, she’d be too embarrassed to have him see it. Now that they were there, she was a little uncomfortable. Should she take off her clothes and crawl into bed? Would he suggest they clean up first? She faced him, hoping he’d lead the way.

  “Would you like to take a shower?”

  “Will you join me if I say yes?”

  “What do you think?” He stepped closer and locked his gaze with hers.

  “Um, yes?”

  He laughed. “Yes, is the right answer. Now don’t think ill of me, but down the hall is a spare bedroom where we kept a lot of extra toiletries in the en suite bathroom. I believe there are some big T-shirts and fluffy robes for your wearing pleasure. Would you like to go see what we have to offer?”

  “That would be wonderful.”

  “It’s the third door on the left.”

  She was surprised he didn’t come with her. To her that implied he had nothing to hide. She counted the doors. The two on the left leading to the bathroom were closed, as were the two on the right, but the third door on the right was partially open. Her curiosity got the best of her and she peeked behind, noting that no one was around. A quick look was all she’d need. Too bad her purse was in the dining room or she’d have used her camera phone to take a few shots.

  She nudged open the door and gasped. Soft lights glowed from the ceiling. What is this place? The back wall contained all sorts of whips, chains, and ropes implying it was some kind of torture chamber, but she’d read enough about the BDSM lifestyle to believe it was merely a playroom. Derek didn’t seem like the type to be a dominant, but she bet Hunter would demand her submission. When she first saw them in the bar, she’d assumed the opposite. So much for being able to read people.

  Christ. Her pussy gushed thinking about being bent over the spanking bench and having them tie her down. When Derek had bit her neck, and again when he’d pulled on her nipples, the pain was so pleasurable that she wanted to experience what it would be like to be a submissive.

  “See anything you like?”

  Her heart skipped a beat and she whipped around. “Hunter!” Think. “Derek told me to take the third door on the right to find the bathroom. I’m guessing we got our signals crossed.”

  He slid toward her, never taking his gaze off her lips. She expected him to escort her out and walk her to the right place, but instead he loomed over her with heavy-lidded eyes. She didn’t believe in auras or anything, but the man was dripping with desire. His rich, brown eyes had darkened, and his chest was expanding quickly.

  Faster than she could blink, his lips were on hers as he possessed her. He drew her to the hard planes of his chest, and her body went boneless. It had to be the hormones already swimming in her system, but how could she desperately want another man when she’d had the most amazing sex in her life with another just minutes before?

  He pulled away, but their lips stayed connected a second longer. His gaze focused on her lips then her breasts, and finally her cunt.

  He sniffed. “Someone’s been having fun without me.”

  Heat raced up her face. “Yes. We waited, but you never came.”

  “Oh, I watched, kitten.”

  Her stomach tumbled. “You watched me make love with your brother?” It was embarrassing enough that he knew, but the fact he watched was…kind of exhilarating. “Did it get you hard?” She clamped her mouth shut as she mentally slapped herself on the side of her head for that too-outspoken comment. Something had definitely possessed her, but as a reporter she had to act the role of a wanton, or so she told herself.

  “Still am. Want to feel?” He clasped her hand and placed it over his cock.

  My God, but the man was big. The imp in her squeezed him. She’d already decided that she wanted him. Jen stepped back. “You have a favorite item here?” She swallowed hard to remove the lump.

  His brow cocked. “You don’t seem like the type to be a little sub, but I bet if you agreed to do as
I asked, you’d like it.”

  Just thinking about letting Hunter Black have his way with her body made her pussy leak. “Okay.” He burst out laughing, and it nearly crushed her. “What?”

  “While I would like nothing more than to bend you over that spanking bench and warm up your sweet ass, I don’t need this room to get what I want.”

  “Whose room is this then?” Surely it didn’t belong to Derek.

  “My grandfather if you can believe that.”

  “Why haven’t you renovated?”

  He shrugged. “Sometimes it comes in handy.” Hunter dragged a thumb down her cheek then dipped it into her mouth.

  She automatically ran her tongue around his nail. As if she’d burned him, he withdrew his hand. “You are a bad girl.”

  She loved the way his voice dripped with hot sex. “What are you going to do about it?”

  His response was to unbutton her blouse and dip his head so he could suck on her neck. “I want you.”

  Good thing he’d wrapped an arm around her waist or she might have dropped to the floor. Her pussy still throbbed from the heavy sex with Derek, but she wouldn’t turn down Hunter. “Me, too.”

  His tongue traced erotic circles on her neck as his hands massaged her rear. Thoughts of having a cock in her ass made her hotter.

  “Do you like a little pain?”

  “As long as it turns into pleasure I do.”

  He nipped her ear before returning to her neck. “You smell so good.” He inhaled, and his breaths came out faster.

  His fingers slid between them and he unhooked her pants. Instead of pulling them down, he twisted her around so that her back was against his thigh and slid a hand down her panties. When he dipped a finger into her swollen pussy, her body exploded with rampant desire. His growl was low and deep and created an image of a wild beast. She refused to think of him being some kind of panther shifter.

  When he wiggled his finger, she clamped down on him as spasms claimed her inner walls. He pulled it out.

  “I can tell she needs a rest.”

  She twisted back around and pulled his face down for a kiss. This time she was the one to drag her tongue along his lips begging for entrance. He obliged by drawing her tongue into his mouth and sucking hard. Her breath caught at the heady possession.