Brooke, Leah - Panthers' Prey [Black Panthers 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Leah Brooke

  Neither attempted a seductive pose or did anything to draw attention to their cocks, but they didn’t have to. Her gaze kept going from one to the other, her stomach tightening as need built and made her shake even harder.

  To make it even worse, they just sat there, drinking coffee and staring at her, idly fingering the small pile of condoms Marc had retrieved with the coffee and placed in the center of the table.

  Turning her back to them, she stared out into the distance again, trying to come to terms with her body’s traitorous response to them while still trying to make sense of what she’d just seen in the woods.

  Nothing made sense anymore.

  She couldn’t even believe what she’d seen with her own eyes. Shape-shifters didn’t exist. It was the kind of thing that could be found in stories, but didn’t exist in real life.

  She’d seen it, though, with her own eyes.

  There had to be another explanation. She’d stopped believing in fairy tales long ago.

  She took another sip of coffee, unsurprised that her hands shook so badly that she spilled even more of it. Careful not to make the mistake of looking at either one of them, she kept her gaze on the snow-capped mountain tops in the distance.

  “Shape-shifters can’t exist. There’s no such thing. I don’t know what you’re trying to pull, or what tricks you’re playing, or why, but I’m not buying it.”

  “Turn around and look at us, Bailey.”

  Closing her eyes, she shivered at the velvety steel in Marc’s tone. She didn’t want to turn around and face their knowing gazes. She hated the vulnerable feeling of being out of her element and just wanted to get away, to be alone until she could build her defenses around her, defenses they both seemed to destroy with alarming ease.

  Blowing out a breath, she opened her eyes again before turning, swallowing heavily when she saw each of them in the process of rolling on a condom.

  “Stop doing that. I told you that I’m not playing your fucking games.”

  Marc clenched his jaw, tossing the empty packet aside.

  “I’ve never been more serious in my life.”

  James finished and stood, moving toward her, smiling when she took a step to the side.

  “Do you really think that’s going to stop me, especially when I know you want me every bit as much as I want you?” Reaching out, he snagged her around the waist and pulled her against him, taking her cup from her shaking hands and setting it on the railing. “I’ve been up all night, aching to have you under me again and to finish what we started in your office. I can’t get the feel of you out of my mind. Those soft little sounds you make when you’re taking your pleasure.”

  Need flared, the memory of such exquisite pleasure the night before setting off a barrage of decadent tingles to every erogenous zone. She tensed briefly, and as if it had a mind of its own, her body softened against his.

  Marc came to his feet, fisting his cock as he moved in behind her, immediately surrounding her in a blanket of warmth that sent her arousal several notches higher.

  “And this time, I won’t be in the next room. I’ll be right behind you. Holding you. Listening to every hitch in your breathing and absorbing your trembles.” The silkiness of his tone couldn’t disguise the hunger in his voice, his warm breath against her cheek making her shiver.

  The hard lines of his body burned against her skin, the promise of erotic pleasure in his tone giving her an inner glow that sent her senses reeling. The arms that wrapped around her both comforted and excited her. Trembling with excitement, she melted against him without hesitation.

  Her breasts felt swollen and heavy, her nipples hard, sensitive and just aching for their touch.

  Her stomach quivered, the slide of James’s fingers over it setting off a shower of sparks through her lower body to match the ones Marc created in her upper.

  As James gathered the hem of her sweatshirt in his big hands, she sucked in a breath, her heart beating faster in anticipation. With his eyes steady on hers, he started to lift it, drawing out the anticipation for both of them.

  Her abdomen tightening painfully, her breathing coming faster with every inch he raised her sweatshirt until he removed it completely.

  Tossing it onto the chair he’d just vacated, he reached for her, his fingers tracing over the upper curve of her breast above the cups of her cotton bra, making her nipples impossibly harder. Holding her gaze with his hooded one, he undid the front snap of her bra, his eyes darkening even more as he parted the two sides, exposing her breasts to the cool air and sending sharp delight racing through her. His eyes lingered on her breasts, making them swell under his gaze as he pushed the straps of her bra from her shoulders.

  Marc caught them from behind and slid them down her arms and off, his low murmur of approval hot against her ear as he tossed the bra to land on top of her shirt.

  “You have the most gorgeous breasts. Just the right size. That’s it, my mate.” He pulled her shoulders back a little more, encouraging her to arch back against him.

  “Stick those pretty nipples out there. Look how needy they are, beaded tight and waiting for my touch.”

  Bailey didn’t even bother to try to resist, her need too strong to ignore. Unaccustomed to the sensation of having her breasts exposed outdoors, she lost herself in the naughty, erotic feel of the cool air blowing over them. Her nipples tightened even more with the cold, and she desperately craved the relief of having their warm hands on them.

  When Marc did just that, sliding his hands up to cover her breasts, rubbing his rough palms over them, she sucked in a breath, letting it out on a moan as the heat from his hands warmed her nipples. With a low groan, he captured her nipples between his strong fingers, rolling them as he scraped his teeth over her shoulder.

  “This time, when James touches you, I’ll be able to touch you, too. To taste. To explore. Won’t that be fun? Hands everywhere at once.”

  “God, yes!”

  She shivered, her body trembling with excitement and an arousal strong and fierce enough to wipe away all of her inhibitions. Reveling in the raw sexuality of the moment, she ran her hands up James’s chest, arching back to lift her breasts, a hiss escaping when Marc pinched her nipples even harder.

  Struggling through the fog of intense pleasure, she dropped her head back against his Marc’s chest, letting her eyes flutter closed as she fought to absorb everything.

  “Oh, God, that feels good. Too good. Oh, my God. We’re outside, and I don’t even care.” She squirmed, crying out when her movements created a tug on her nipples from Marc’s fingers.

  Moaning at the white-hot jolt to her clit and pussy, she thrilled at the feel of James’s firm chest under her hands and Marc’s cock pressing insistently against her back.

  She felt so sexual and wanton, so free to let herself go in ways she never had before. Safe in their arms, she let Marc take her weight and looked up to meet James’s eyes as he bent closer.

  “You two are crazy as hell, but damned if you aren’t sexy. And you’re both real good with your hands, oh, hell. I’m sure I’ll—oh, do that again—regret this later, but—oh, yes—but it’s too good to stop now.” Marc’s devious tugs to her nipples hit her like hot jolts to her system. Her head spun as though she was drunk, every inch of her skin supersensitive.

  James nipped her bottom lip as his knuckles brushed over her stomach and slid lower into the waistband of her sweat suit.

  “Your scent is driving me out of my fucking mind. And those sounds you make…and this soft skin, trembling under my hands. I have no idea how the fuck these guys think they can resist their mate.”

  Her stomach muscles quivered and tightened even more under his hands, her pussy clenching in anticipation.

  Pushing against James, she opened her eyes, sucking in air like a drowning person as his hand moved lower.

  “You keep saying things like that, you’d better be able to deliver. Just stop talking about mates. Oh, God! That feels incredible.”


  Her body no longer even felt like her own, so taken over with need that she would do just about anything to satisfy it. She spread her thighs to give James better access, thankful for Marc’s support when her legs threatened to give out on her.

  James ran his fingers though her folds, his eyes flaring at every gasp of pleasure. He gathered her juices with a slow, deliberate stroke before sinking a thick finger into her. “Oh, baby. Don’t you worry. I can deliver.”

  With his other hand, he tangled his fingers in her hair and tipped her head back.

  “I spent all night tossing and turning, thinking about the way you felt in my arms. Thinking about how your pussy tastes and how soft your skin is. It’s like you were made for me. I think this mate stuff is something that needs to be thoroughly explored.”

  “I think our mate needs to be explored, too.”

  Marc shoved her sweatpants to her knees and ripped her panties from her in one smooth move, the sound of the cotton tearing sending another wave of dark hunger through her. Now completely exposed, she nearly wept at the sensation of cool air blowing over her wet folds, clenching tight on James’s finger as it moved inside her.

  With a muscular arm around her waist, Marc swept her off her feet, lifting her high against his naked chest. Nuzzling her neck, he kept his tone low and intimate.

  “When I realized you were in my woods this morning, I knew I wouldn’t let you leave until I’d had you. It’s like you’re in my blood, woman, and I don’t like it one bit. It’s pissing me off to need you so much. I’ll be damned if I’m going to be alone in this. I’m going to make sure you need me as much as I need you.”

  Clamping down on the finger James used to stroke her pussy, she rocked her hips, her movements frenzied in an effort to get the relief she needed.

  “I do need you, too. I couldn’t sleep either, you bastards. What the hell have you done to me?”

  Oh, God. Everywhere they touched her, she burned. It was too much and never enough.

  James tapped her still tingling clit, chuckling at her pleasure-filled cry.

  “Behave yourself, darling. I have a strong feeling that until you accept us as your mates, you won’t get the relief you need anytime soon.”

  Bailey bucked, her body bowing as sizzling heat radiated from her clit outward. She’d never wanted like this before. She’d never had need clawing at her this way, so strong and sharp she’d do anything to assuage it.

  “Fuck you. I’m nobody’s mate. I don’t want to hear any more of that shape-shifter crap. Jesus, do that again.”

  Marc slid a hand to her breast and lightly tugged her nipple, his voice like black silk. “As you wish, mate. And we’re going to fuck you. I don’t know what the hell you’re doing to me, but I never seem to get enough of you.”

  With a shudder, Bailey pushed her breasts more fully into Marc’s hands and pumped her hips, fucking herself on James’s finger. Amazed that her body gathered already, she moaned with pleasure as Marc cursed and hurriedly stripped her out of the rest of her clothing.

  Naked now, with the sun shining on her and surrounded by the heat of their bodies, she no longer felt the cold.

  “Then take me, damn you.” Twisting restlessly against the tremendous pressure building inside her, she cried out with every sharp breath. She’d never felt such unadulterated lust, or the amazing sensation that she was right where she belonged.

  “Holy hell, you’re both good at this. Fuck me, damn it. Oh, hell that feels good.” She clenched on James’s finger as he pressed against a particularly sensitive spot, moaning in protest when he withdrew it with a speed that left her clenching at emptiness.

  James tightened his hands on her hips, lifting her as though she weighed nothing, and thrust his cock into her, her slick juices easing his way. His eyes glittered with need, his face tightened with tension, but his voice slid over her like hot silk.

  “Anything for my mate.”

  Lifting her against him and taking her mouth with his, he swallowed her gasp of pleasure as he slid his cock deep.

  His thick heat filled her, stretching the inner walls of her pussy, the friction of each thrust of his cock making her body tighten on him. Even through the condom, she felt every ridge of his cock brushing over her inner walls, his slow, deliberate strokes pressing insistently at a spot inside her that had her body tightening and ecstatic cries pouring out of her.

  Through it, Marc held her from behind, his breath warm on her neck, his chest hot against her back. His hands moved over her, from her breasts to her waist and around to cup the cheeks of her bottom, his fingertips teasing the crease and raising the sexual tension to a fever pitch.

  “These breasts fit right in the palm of my hand as if you were made for me. Those sounds you make are making my cock ache to get inside you. I know you’re going to fit me like a glove, and my cock’s hard and hungry to feel your tight pussy snug and hot all around it.

  James groaned and thrust even harder, sending her over the edge. “She’s so fucking soft and tight. My cock’s tingling, for God’s sake. Holy shit. So. Fuck. Ing. Good.” He surged deep, his hands tightening on her hips as he came, the corded muscles in his neck standing out as he threw his head back. Low growls rumbled from him, one after the other, each sending shivers over her skin that intensified when she clamped down on his cock.

  Her orgasm rolled through her, on and on in waves of bliss that made every inch of her body tighten with ecstasy.

  Lifting her arms around Marc’s neck she let him take her weight, arching her back in a pose of submission she’d never adopted before, but that seemed to suit her perfectly right now.

  She thrust her breasts out in offering, crying out as Marc pinched her nipples, the jolts sending her higher. The sharp tingles spread, warming every inch of her body and making her shake.

  He scraped his teeth over her neck, the amusement beneath the seductive steel in his voice sending erotic chills through her.

  “Already, my mate? I haven’t even had a chance to play with that clit.”

  Her clit tingled in response, so swollen and sensitive that the slightest brush of Marc’s fingers over it proved to be too sharp to endure.

  Crying out again at the jolt to her system, she grabbed his wrist to pull his hand away.

  “No. Oh, God. Don’t touch my clit. It’s too much. I can’t take it.”

  Both men stilled. The threatening silence surrounding them became a tangible thing, sending chills through her and making her tremble even harder.

  She tightened her legs around James’s waist, digging her heels into his tight butt and rocking her hips against his, her breath coming out in short, labored pants. The feel of his cock pressing deep inside her and the threat of the fingers Marc still held over her clit filled her with a sense of anticipation that sent her senses soaring.

  The erotic tension could be cut with a knife.

  James lowered his head, holding her gaze. A muscle worked in his jaw as a look of raw possession came into his eyes.

  He withdrew slowly, his eyes searching as they held hers.

  “Hmm. That’s interesting. Very interesting.” He shot a look at Marc over her shoulder before turning his gaze back to hers as he rid himself of the condom, his cock still hard and intimidating.

  “Your defiance seems to have the strangest effect on me.”

  Marc’s arms tightened around her, his lips warm on her shoulder.

  “It seems, my mate, that your defiance and resistance makes both of us more possessive than ever. It also fills me with a hunger that would probably terrify you, and one that I’m going to have to deal with. I wouldn’t do it very often if I were you. With you, Bailey, I seem to have very little control at all.”

  In a move too fast for her to anticipate, Marc spun her around, pressing her belly against the railing. Using his incredible strength to overcome her weak struggles, he positioned her facing the woods, her legs spread wide and her breasts resting on the smooth, cool top rail.

  Hi
s bare feet pushed hers outward, widening her stance even more.

  Her resistance was only halfhearted, but it struck her that his strength would have made even her fiercest struggles useless.

  God, she loved their strength, their sheer erotic nature. They pulled no punches when it came to pleasure, overwhelming her with a need unlike anything she could have ever imagined.

  A need she wanted to explore to the fullest.

  Every sensation seemed intensified.

  Sex with Marc and James proved to be nothing less than astounding.

  She shivered at the feel of the smooth, cold wood against the underside of her breasts, a sharp contrast to the heat that surrounded her from behind. The cool air blowing over her damp folds gave her a thrill, made even stronger by the threat of the hard cock pressing against her back.

  Feeling more exposed than ever, she shivered again, a moan escaping when Marc slid the tips of his fingers up her thigh, pausing just before he reached her slit.

  “I want all of you. You’re mine, Bailey. You’re like a fucking drug in my system. I’m addicted to you already, and I haven’t even had you yet. But, I will, my mate, and in every way possible.”

  Without any warning, he sunk his teeth into her shoulder and delivered a sharp slap to her clit.

  Her strangled cry seemed to echo through the trees as she automatically reached down to protect her clit, whimpering in frustration when the railing kept her from reaching her mound.

  “Damn you. Oh, God.” She tried to close her legs, but he wouldn’t allow that, either, keeping them spread with his own.

  Dropping her head back on his shoulder, she lifted her hands to his upper arms, her breath coming out in short pants as she struggled to absorb the combination of sizzling heat from his slap mingling with the cold air blowing over her wet folds.

  “Please. Oh, God. It’s cold. It burns.”

  His low chuckle somehow carried sex, threat, and promise all rolled into one.

  “Does it now? It excites you as much as it does me. It sounds like something I’ll have to do to you often.”

  She gasped at the next slap, grateful that Marc caught her when her knees gave out.