by Brynn Paulin
“Mel was right,” Kaz commented, dark amusement in his tone. “You are stubborn. Can’t you even consider that being with us is better than life alone, whether it’s this life or the one you lived before you came to us? We will always care for you and never abandon you.”
Myan stepped closer. His chest was hard against hers. Her over-sensitized nipples peaked and sent fire to her womb as his body brushed hers.
“We never want to be separated from you again,” he grated. Shoving aside the thin strip that had barred him from her cunt, he drove two fingers deep into her pussy. His callused thumb rubbed her clit.
Trembling, Hanna moaned. She didn’t want to go back to the pride, but oh lord, she wanted them to fuck her. She knew Kaz’s nuzzling was releasing an aphrodisiac to eliminate her resistance. She didn’t care.
His mouth covered hers, his lips driving hers apart as he and Myan took command of the encounter. Kaz’s tongue fucked her mouth while Myan thrust his fingers in and out of her cunt, pushing her to orgasm.
A purr started inside them, the vibrations surrounding her. It throbbed across her breasts. Pure torment. Not enough. She wanted their hard hands on her, working her nipples and driving her to climax with the sensations.
They fucked her relentlessly until she whimpered for more. She wanted their cocks, not fingers and tongues. Her hips pumped into Myan. Her whole being drew taut. The tension pulsed with promise, revving up for release. Suddenly, her world exploded. She gasped for air, scented with her men, then screamed into Kaz’s mouth as her cream flooded Myan’s hand.
“We want inside you,” he said against her lips.
“Yes.”
She’d barely said the word when they had her in their arms. Her knees then her palms hit the mattress. Myan shoved up her skirt then ripped away her panties with one harsh jerk. The rasp of his zipper tore through the room.
He was immediately over her, his large cock pressed to her opening. His large body hunched over hers, his frame engulfing her as his powerful limbs came down on the bed beside hers. A shudder coursed down her back as his open mouth fastened on the back of her neck. She doubted the primal move would ever grow old for her.
Though he was still very much a man, the hair on his arms had grown thicker and slightly longer as it had the last time he’d taken her. The mate thing.
The mate thing… A shape-shifter thing. Myan and Kaz, the mouthwatering men she lusted for, were shape-shifters. Nothing inside her could get upset about it. All the shock and horror was gone, leaving just this. The three of them together.
Myan pushed against her back, forcing her into a submissive position. She couldn’t fight their innate instinct. She curled her arms beneath her and rested her head on them. The position made her hot, ratcheting up her lust for them. It put her in a good position for Kaz, too.
He laid beside them. Her face was turned toward him, and he kissed her again, while he played with her breasts, pinching and tugging the taut peaks.
“Yes…” she groaned. Her pussy flexed around Myan’s cock as he plowed into her, forcing apart the folds that had been so empty. There was nothing gentle about the coupling. Myan was in a frenzy. He pistoned hard while she yowled like a cat in heat. For her two mates.
He growled, and she felt his teeth at her back. He ripped away her shirt with a wild jerk then he returned. His bite sank into the nape of her neck, holding her tight without breaking her skin.
Hanna moaned as he held her prisoner. A slow burn started in her middle and spread outward. Her mates’ doing. Myan was connecting them physically while she felt Kaz in her head. Myan shifted his form slightly and grew larger, holding tight inside her until he was ready to let go. Her body convulsed and closed down on him. All the while, Kaz was doing something in her head, stroking, invading, pleasuring. Lights seemed to sparkle then swirl in front of her eyes. She came with a low, tortured scream.
Myan continued thrusting in shallow digs.
“Hanna,” he grunted. His searing cum poured into her while she lurched in time with his body. She gasped into Kaz’s mouth, as his cum landed on her hip, whatever he’d done in her head pleasurable for him as well. Overwhelmed, she sobbed. She needed them—more of them. Already.
Ignoring her shaking body, Myan pulled his mouth from her neck, but he didn’t release her. His beefy arm banded her middle, and he turned them to the side. His cock stayed deep inside her while Kaz moved close to her front.
It was a statement. Loud and clear. They were angry. They weren’t letting her go, even for a second. And they’d both be ready again soon. They’d trap her between them and fuck her all night.
This was bad. Very bad.
* * * *
The fucking desk clerk was a shifter. As soon as she’d come in, he’d sensed she was mated to one of their kind and had started some sort of phone tree. Had any shifter lost his mate…she smelled feline, probably lion or panther?
Before he’d bound her hands to the headboard at one point, Kaz had shared what he termed “the great humiliation” of having to come forward to claim their runaway woman. Since he was the firstborn, it had fallen to him rather than Myan.
Hanna wanted to stomp or throw things. All the subterfuge of changing routes and she’d landed right in the lap of someone who could detect she belonged to these lions. It was as bad as being chipped like she was their puppy. There was no hope that she’d ever get away. They’d always find her.
But that was an entirely moot point. She was done running. She’d known that before she’d unwittingly walked back into their arms. They’d taken over from there.
Like before, the guys loved her over and over throughout the night. But this time, she didn’t leave the bed when they drifted to sleep—though with their arms locked around her it would have been difficult. She’d just smiled, spooned against Myan, with Kaz’s face pressed to her upper chest.
She drifted off, comfortable and safe. And when the sun rose, she knew the intense pleasure of waking up with them. She shifted beneath the heavy furry limb on her waist and pushed her face into the soft fur beneath her cheek.
When she opened her eyes, she found herself staring into the large almond-shaped eyes of a lion, her nose pressed to his muzzle.
“Myan,” she murmured. “I don’t really think this bed is made to hold the weight of a full-grown lion.”
Hanna was rather impressed that she hadn’t panicked. Time with them had shown the men were more dangerous than the beasts. She felt comfortable with whatever form they presented.
With a chuffle, he shifted, and she shivered at the energy flowing over her skin. The bed groaned at the change in weights. Immediately, he raised his hand to her breast and cupped it, his fingers stroking the nipple. Lowering his head, he drew it between his lips and suckled. His movements were languid as he kissed his way to her mouth. Slowly, he drew her bottom lip between his, nipping then releasing, before he pressed his mouth to hers.
Quiet need bubbled inside her, but it wasn’t demanding or nearly as painful as it had been last night. He worshiped at her mouth until she twisted against him and tried to get closer.
“Kaz?” she asked, as Myan rolled her to her back and settled between her thighs. He kissed her breasts once more, lapping at the tips and bringing them to hard points.
“Went to get us breakfast. Our lioness’ belly was rumbling in her sleep.”
“I haven’t been eating. Distracted—Myan, please,” she moaned, rubbing against his hard length. She liked it like this, the two of them with no overwhelming urgency to fuck faster. It felt like making love. No, it was making love.
She pressed her lips to his shoulder, running her hands up his torso to roll his nipples. The only thing that would make this better would be if Kaz was with them, but she liked that it wasn’t taboo to be with Myan alone. She belonged to him as equally as she belonged to Kaz.
Dropping kisses along the center of his chest, she enjoyed the hazy laziness of the morning and the filtered sunlight illuminati
ng motes of dust around them. It felt almost as if they were in a magical between world, not quite awake, not quite asleep.
He knelt up and sat on his heels between her splayed legs. His fingers spread over the marks on the right side of her belly.
“These are mine,” he said quietly. He slowly stroked down the four lines, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth as his brows pulled together.
Suddenly, she realized he wasn’t completely okay with what he and Kaz had done.
“I’m glad you didn’t ask ahead of time,” she offered. “At least about the marking. I would have said no. It hurt like hell.”
“I know. As soon as the skin broke, I was in your head. I felt it. All of it.”
Her heart clenched. The marking, the claiming was necessity, part of his shifter life, but not necessarily what he wanted to do. It was what he had to do to get to the next part of their life.
Sitting up, she moved onto his lap, her knees on either side of him. She sank onto his cock, taking him and giving all her acceptance. What was past, was past. They were together now.
Her arms wrapped around his shoulders. “It’s okay. I want to,” she whispered in his ear. “I want to be with you. By choice.”
“Hanna…” he gasped. His fingers closed on her hips and guided her as she rode, her breasts rubbing against his chest with each movement.
She tipped her head back, opening her neck to him just as the door cracked open. Her eyes closed and she smiled, but she didn’t slow. This was right where she wanted to be, doing what she wanted to do.
“That’s a beautiful sight,” Kaz said from the doorway.
She reached a hand out to him, wanting him to join and be part of the joy flooding through her. Kaz didn’t delay. He dropped the bag he carried onto the table then shucked off his coat. Her eyes opened, and she turned to look at him.
“Hurry,” she urged.
Then he was there, kneeling behind her while he still wore his clothes. As soon as his hands touched her, energy rushed across her body. It wasn’t the same energy as when they shifted near her. It was different. It was connection. The unity between the three of them.
She grasped Kaz’s thighs, leaning back into him and changing the angle of Myan’s cock as he took over and surged into her. Kaz cupped one of her breasts, offering it to his brother while his other hand slithered down her torso to her pussy. Two fingers rubbed over her clit, sending lightning firing through her.
Hanna cried out, happily trapped between her two lovers while they played her body as if it were one of their instruments. Carefully, Myan turned her so he was thrusting into her from behind. She glanced up at Kaz and saw the same adoration on his face that she often saw in Myan. His hand stroked over the back of her head.
Looking down, she saw his cock, straining against his fly. She rubbed her cheek over it, and he moaned. His fingers tightened on the back of her neck. It didn’t take telepathy to know what he wanted.
Quickly, she pulled open his fly. He lifted his hips and she jerked his pants out of the way. Before he could settle back, she slid her mouth over his cock and the head drove deep as they moved together. He growled in the back his throat, his approval clear. Urged on by it, she swirled her tongue around the head, while moving up and down the shaft in the same smooth, slow motion Myan used as he fucked her.
The three of them moved in tandem, the world and time sliding away and leaving nothing but them. She came first, sparking Myan’s release while Kaz continued to shaft along her tongue. He pulled free when Myan moved then shifted behind her. Kaz’s cock drove deep and fast as he stood at the edge of the bed and plowed into her, dominating her body and demanding a second release. In minutes, a second burst as if explosions moved through her in a chain reaction, one triggering another. She fell forward, and he moved with her, continuing until he too found release.
She grinned as the weight of him collapsed over her. Myan crawled beside her and kissed her temple. It was a regular kitten pile…until her stomach growled.
Chapter Ten
Hanna giggled then the two men started laughing.
“So demanding,” Kaz chuckled. “It’s a good thing I got food.”
“Probably cold by now,” Myan griped.
“Already cold. The only to-go food for breakfast in this town is doughnuts. Brought coffee too, but it’s in insulated cups. Should be fine.” He shifted off her, adjusted his pants then headed for the table.
“He’s always about business,” Myan teased, obviously trying to get his brother’s goat.
“No, I’m about feeding Hanna,” Kaz retorted, bringing her one of the coffees. He narrowed his eyes on his brother. “Forget I brought you anything.”
Hanna laughed. Their feelings were open to her, and this was simply playful lion cubs wrestling in the proverbial dirt. They loved to badger each other. She climbed off the bed.
“What kind of doughnuts?” she asked.
“I bought several kinds.” He flicked open the box, for her perusal.
Pure heaven. I shouldn’t…
“With the calories you’ve burned in the last twenty-four hours you should take at least two,” Myan commented, answering her thought.
“Don’t mind if I…” she trailed off, blinking at him. She hadn’t even minded that he’d been in her head. Sure, they were going to have to set some boundaries, but she wasn’t pissed off. She shook her head. “Don’t mind if I do,” she said and chose a chocolate-covered doughnut filled with custard.
The first bite truly was heaven. Fried goodness and custard burst across her taste buds. It also broke through the bottom of the pastry to dribble down her chin and onto the slope of her breast. Kaz was there before she could move. He licked away the filling on her chest, working his way down and sucking on the nipple. Taut awareness pulled through her. She wanted them again. And it was purely because she wanted them. She liked that.
Myan moved in and lapped away the custard from her chin before slowly kissing her. Suddenly, as if nothing had happened, both men moved away and sat in the chairs on either side of the table. Kaz pulled her onto his lap.
“You’re safer here,” he said. “I’m dressed.”
“I don’t think safe is a word I’d use,” she laughed as his hand moved up her body. She leaned into his touch, not at all bothered.
“So what’s on the agenda today?” she asked, setting down her doughnut on the edge of the box and licking chocolate from her fingers.
Both men stilled. She thought at first it was the way she sucked the stickiness from her fingers, but the tension on their faces spoke otherwise.
“What?” she asked.
Kaz took a deep breath. “Today, we go home.”
“Okay… Well, when are we leaving? I’ll be ready.” She didn’t understand what they were so upset about. Surely by now, they knew she planned to stay with them.
He kissed her shoulder then stood with her in his arms and set her in the place where he’d been sitting. His long strides ate the length of the floor as he strode to the window on the other side of the door and looked outside.
“No,” Myan said. His voice was strangely quiet and tense. “We’re going. Kaz and me. We have to be back to the tour tomorrow. We’re not making you go with us. You’re free to go back to your life.”
Wait… They were rejecting her? They’d marked her, they’d claimed her, and now they were setting her free in the wilds of the normal human world. What the hell was the point of all this?
She tried to read their minds and see what they were thinking, but their heads were closed to her. Staring, she watched Myan dress.
“Now?” she demanded. “You’re leaving right now?”
“It seems best. I’ll have someone bring a car for you,” Kaz said. “They’ll take you to the airport and buy you a ticket to wherever you like.”
“I don’t care about that,” she almost shrieked. “I have my own damn money, and I can find my own damn way. You chased me more than halfway across the countr
y.”
Pain filtered through Myan’s face. “We had to be sure you were okay. The heat…”
“And what if it happens again? What then? I terrify all my neighbors then land in jail for noise nuisance?”
Myan shook his head. “No,” he whispered. He reached in his pocket and withdrew a business card. Kissing her forehead, he pressed it into her hand. “It should never happen again if you’re not with us, and certainly not again until next September. If it does,” he took a breath, “call the number on the card and we’ll come to you immediately.”
Turning on his heel, he walked out of the room and let the door slam behind him. Openmouthed, she stared at the chipped white wood. This couldn’t be happening. She felt as if half her heart had just been ripped from her chest.
“He’s not saying goodbye?”
“We’re not exactly good with this.” Kaz moved from the window. “No matter what you choose, we’ll always come to you when you need us.”
He didn’t touch her. He didn’t offer so much as a half smile of reassurance.
He just walked through the door and left her alone with the deafening silence.
They weren’t good at what? Breaking people’s hearts?
“No,” she whispered, her voice as stolen by terror as the night they’d marked her and she’d thought it was a nightmare. She fell to her knees.
Hanna didn’t know how she’d ended up curled on the floor or how long she’d been there in a ball, but she couldn’t seem to move. Everything was drained from her except the emptiness that echoed in her ears. Was this revenge? Was this comeuppance for what she’d done to them and how she’d made them feel when she’d run away. Kaz had said it was humiliating. Was this punishment?
This hollowness was far worse than any punishment could be, even the clawing need that had once assailed her. They’d left her. They…left…her.
Tears rolled down her cheeks as painful sobs racked her body, ripping apart her lungs with each breath. What was she supposed to do now? Go on as if nothing had happened? They’d changed her entire world. They’d shown her things she wouldn’t have believed. They’d made her feel more than she’d ever felt. They’d connected with her.
