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

by Leah Brooke

  Frustrated, she spread her thighs wider and stroked faster, bending to get the angle she needed. Her fingers, soaked with her juices, slid easily over the burning nub, the next small orgasm rolling through her only increasing her need for more.

  Frantic for relief, she rubbed harder, a sob escaping when it kept her on the edge but didn’t come close to giving her the satisfaction she strove for.

  “I want you, Bailey. End this fucking game and let me have you.”

  Startled at his deep, almost vicious tone, she paused, so shaken by the fury in it she remained frozen, staring over at him.

  He looked at her as though starving for her. Raising his eyes to hers again, he moved forward, his hands and jaw clenched.

  “It’s not enough, is it, Bailey? You need your mate.” His eyes flashed with heat, the anger and need in his voice pulling at something deep inside her.

  Her pussy and bottom clenched almost continuously now, the need to come making her desperate. Whimpering in frustration, she rubbed frantically at her clit, unwilling to accept that she believed him.

  How could she if she couldn’t even wrap her mind around the fact that things like shape-shifters and mates even existed?

  “No mates. No shape-shifters. James, I need to come.”

  James slid from the bed and went to her nightstand drawer, where he’d already stashed a huge box of condoms. He rolled one on with none of his usual finesse and came back to stand at the foot of the bed, never taking his eyes from her.

  “Make yourself come again. And again. It won’t satisfy you anymore. The only thing that will satisfy you now is being taken by your mate.”

  In the past, masturbating had given her all the relief she needed. Now, it only served to arouse her so much, she couldn’t even think.

  “No. James, make it stop.” Increasing the speed of the strokes to her clit, she cursed, tears filling her eyes. “It burns. It won’t stop.”

  “You’re fucking stubborn, do you know that? If you want relief, all you have to do is stop fighting what we both know you want.”

  The sight of his hard cock proved to be more than she could stand. Coming to her feet, she swayed, her legs unable to support her.

  Grateful that he caught her, she held on to him, pressing her breasts against his chest and reaching for his cock.

  “Fuck me, James. Damn you! This is your fault.”

  “No, it’s yours.” He stared down at her, his face tight with anger and need. “I already told you, I want that ass this time, Bailey.”

  He reached out to roll a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, tangling his hand in her hair and pulling her head back. Looming over her, he pinched her nipple, his eyes narrowing to mere slits when she cried out.

  “You won’t be satisfied until you admit the truth to yourself. It looks like it’s only going to get worse for you until you do. You have two mates, Bailey, and we’re both shape-shifters. You know they exist. You’ve seen us shift. You know the truth, damn you! All you have to do is admit it to yourself. Let yourself believe, Bailey. In us. In this.”

  Touching his lips to her forehead, he groaned.

  “I’ll give you all the relief I can, but it’s up to you, Bailey. But if you want me to take you, you’re going to have to give me that ass. I want it all from you. I need your ultimate submission, and for you to admit what we both already know. You belong to me.”

  Her fear grew even stronger as she struggled to come to terms with the truth.

  Heart, soul, and body, she belonged to him.

  Chapter Twelve

  Holding her trembling body against his, James fought his own raging need, wanting nothing more than to toss her facedown in the center of the bed and fill her tight ass with his cock.

  He wanted to hear her scream his name as she came, the cry of a woman to her mate, a cry to show how much pleasure he gave her.

  His cock throbbed in response, the hunger so strong he knew he had to rein it in and proceed with caution.

  He wanted to see her look at him the way she had in the shower. He needed for her to admit to him what he’d seen in her eyes.

  Although she still fought it, she loved him.

  It hit him hard, the need to see that look again, the need to have her admit that she belonged to him. The force of the possessiveness that rose up inside him staggered him.

  When she’d asked if he was sure he was her mate, he’d wanted to smash his fist into the wall, so outraged that she would doubt it for one minute, especially after he’d seen the truth of her feelings in her eyes.

  Felt them.

  He’d told her about the night they’d rescued her, hoping she would understand how strongly he felt the bond between them, even without knowing her. That look in her eyes had done him in.

  To have a woman like Bailey as his mate would make him the happiest man on earth. He would have it. He would have it all.

  Now, without even thinking about it, he couldn’t stop running his hands over her soft skin, memorizing every curve and valley and attentive to her reaction to each caress. All the while, he drew her closer and closer until he held her fully against him. The sweet scent of her juices tantalized him until the need to taste her became overwhelming.

  “I can’t wait any more, Bailey. I want the taste of my woman, my mate, on my tongue.”

  He ran his hand down her soft, tight body, not stopping until he parted her folds and rubbed his fingers against her clit, his cock jumping again to find the sensitive little nub swollen and slick. The sweet, helpless sounds she made stirred the primitive need to dominate burning inside him, one that he knew would be all-consuming if unleashed.

  He soaked his fingers with her juices before turning her in his arms. Using the fingers of his other hand to tease her clit, he growled in his throat as he pushed his drenched fingers against her puckered opening.

  Using strokes to her clit to keep her on the verge of coming, he applied pressure.

  “I want this ass. I want to fill it with my cock. I want to feel that tight ass clamp down on me. I want it to ripple all around me when you come. I want you to come hard, to get the satisfaction we both need. Admit the truth, Bailey. Admit that you love me.”

  To his delight, she pushed back, gasping when she took the tips of two fingers into her ass.

  “I can’t. Oh, God. James.”

  The fear in her voice got to him like nothing else could have. Her ass tightened like a vise on his fingers, the contractions of the tight ring driving him insane.

  “Don’t be afraid. I would never hurt you.”

  A shudder went through her, spiking his need. “Oh, God. James. Yes. Take me. Fuck me hard.”

  Another growl broke free, one he didn’t even attempt to suppress.

  He withdrew, lifted her high into his arms, and headed for the bed, hunger for her making his skin feel too tight for his body.

  “You make me fucking crazy. Before we’re done here, I’m going to do the same to you.”

  * * * *

  Bailey didn’t even have time to catch her breath before James pulled her thighs apart and buried his face between them.

  Once she felt his hot tongue slide into her pussy, breathing didn’t seem so important anymore.

  He used his strength, but Bailey knew without a doubt he would never force her, which gave her the freedom to give in to him without fear. Her inhibitions seemed to melt away under his wicked assault, and she made her own demands, squirming and grabbing at him.

  “More. James, I’m going to come. Harder!”

  The hands he wrapped around her thighs held her still while he ate at her, overpowering her struggles with an ease that thrilled her.

  The low growls coming from him seemed to vibrate over her clit, setting off a wave of sizzles that grew and burned. Her cry of pleasure became a moan of frustration when he lifted his head and bit the cheek of her bottom.

  “I want you, mate, as I’ve never wanted anything in my life.”

  His words washe
d over her in a blanket of warmth, so natural and uninhibited, that she responded immediately.

  “James. It’s never been like this for me. Never. God, I want you so much.”

  The tingling heat racing through her held her on the brink of coming, but James wouldn’t let her go over. Her breath came out in sharp pants, her senses overwhelmed by the pinpricks of pleasure that broke out over every inch of her body as he teased her pussy and clit.

  With a cry, she reached for him, tangling her fingers in his hair, and tugged to pull him closer. She couldn’t get enough.

  “James. Oh, God. It won’t stop.”

  Shocked by the tortured look on his face, she swallowed heavily.

  “Take me, James. Now.”

  Lifting a hand, he brushed the hair back from her cheek, his hand shaking.

  “You know what I want from you, Bailey.”

  The telltale sign of his weakness for her did her in as nothing else would have. Lifting her chin in challenge, she smiled, knowing without a doubt that her fate would forever be tied to this incredible man.

  Her ass clenched in anticipation, the need to be filled there so foreign, scary and too strong to be ignored.

  “Then take it, mate.”

  She only got a brief glimpse of his grin and the glint of heat in his eyes before he flipped her to her stomach and used his hard body to press hers into the mattress.

  Raising her hands over his, he interlaced her fingers with his and placed several hot kisses over her neck and shoulder.

  “With pleasure, my mate.”

  He slid his hand under the pillow, taking hers with it.

  She felt something against her hand, and not knowing what it was, she tried to pull away, but he closed his fingers over it, holding it against her palm. She moaned as he pressed his cock against her, rubbing it through her slit, and used his knees to push hers wide.

  He pulled their hands from under the pillow and opened his, showing her the tube he held against her palm.

  “Hmm, look what you found.”

  She barely had time to read the label before he took it from her and let go of her other hand to loosen the screw cap.

  Her eyes went wide, but to her amazement, fresh moisture coated her thighs and her bottom clenched and tingled with renewed awareness.

  “Anal lube? James, I’m scared.”

  A shudder went though him, and he closed his arms around her, nuzzling her ear.

  “I would never, ever, hurt you. By the time my cock goes into that tight little hole, you’re going to be ready and begging for it.”

  She shivered as he scraped his teeth over her shoulder, her breath catching as she watched him squirt a generous amount of lube onto his fingertips. Her bottom clenched in anticipation and fear, but she couldn’t prevent her traitorous body from pushing against the cock at her slit.

  James chuckled and tossed the tube aside, his right hand disappearing from her peripheral vision.

  “That’s it, honey. Push back against me. Do you know how good it feels to have that ass against my cock?”

  Lost in the raw sexuality of the moment, Bailey pushed up against him again.

  “Tell me.”

  James chuckled again, a soft, rumbling sound that made her clit throb.

  “It’s so lush and full pushing against me, and my cock is aching to get inside that tight little hole and feel you clamp down on it the way you do with my fingers.”

  Rolling partially to the side, he placed his hand on the cheeks of her ass and lifted, exposing her bottom hole while his fingers slipped between her legs.

  Gasping at the cold against her puckered opening, she tried to close her legs, but he’d obviously anticipated that and blocked her move by pressing his knees against her inner thighs.

  “You don’t really want to close me out, do you?”

  Trembling now, she groaned at the underlying intent in his teasing tone, fisting her hands under her pillow when he applied pressure and pushed her legs wider, making her bottom hole tingle.

  “James, oh, God.”

  His lips moved over her shoulder and back.

  “That tight little ass is trying to keep me out. I can’t allow that, now, can I?” With a low growl, he pressed insistently against the tight ring of muscle, forcing it to give way.

  Bailey sucked in a sharp breath at the cold and deep intimacy as a thick finger slid deep. As before, the incredible vulnerability of having her ass filled both thrilled and scared her, adding a wickedness that she couldn’t resist. She could never get used to the defenselessness and the erotic decadence of being touched there, the confidence and expertise of James’s firmness making it even more exciting.

  He stroked her inner walls, spreading the lube all around and crooning in a low purring tone that had her lifting her bottom to give him more.

  “You’re doing so good, Bailey. That tight little bottom is trying to suck my finger in. Let me stretch you just a little more. I’ve got to get a little more lube.”

  He slid his finger free, only to press it back against her seconds later.

  “I’m going to use two fingers now, honey. Yes, I know it’s cold, but that only excites you more, doesn’t it? That ass is trying to keep me out again. But we both know it’s not going to happen, don’t we? Yes, that’s it. Tighter now, isn’t it? Stick that ass up higher for me. Show me you want me to have it. Do it, Bailey. Now.”

  Shivering at the steel in his tone, Bailey moaned. Her breath caught in her throat when he came to his knees behind her, slid a hand under her, and lifted her to her knees, using his own to spread hers even wider.

  Throwing her head back, she grabbed the headboard, a long pitiful cry escaping when two fingers pressed insistently against her puckered opening and into her. Struggling to adapt to the too-full burning stretch, she trembled in helpless surrender when his relentless push sent them deep inside her.

  The inhuman sounds that poured from her were as alarming as they were unfamiliar as the inner walls of her bottom stretched to accommodate the invasion.

  “Burns. Too tight.”

  Still, she pushed back, arching her back to lift to him. She had no choice. She gave him everything, the thought of holding back even a small part of herself no longer an option.

  Every inch of her belonged to him, body, soul, and heart, and she couldn’t hold back from him any more than she could give up breathing. Her breasts swelled, becoming hotter and heavier than ever. Her stomach remained tight as her entire body tensed. She shook everywhere, her juices dripping to coat her thighs as her pussy clenched desperately.

  Her clit throbbed so hard she sobbed.

  “James. Oh, God. Hurry. I need to come. Please. Please. Please. I can’t, oh, oh, stand it anymore.”

  His fingers slid free with a speed that left her gasping.

  Leaning over her, he brushed her back and shoulders with his lips until she settled some, his soft words of comfort a direct contrast to the tension emanating from his muscular frame.

  “Shh. I’ll give you what we both need, Bailey. I plan to spend the rest of my life giving you whatever you need. Neither one of us can wait anymore. It’s time, my mate, to make you mine.”

  A shudder went through her, her breath coming out in sharp pants as he fitted the head of his cock against her puckered opening and started to push.

  “Yes, James. Take me. Make me yours.”

  Her pussy clenched, her bottom tightening against him even as she arched higher, shaking with the effort to remain as still as possible.

  The ring of muscle at her opening proved no match against the relentless pressure. It gave way, and with a whimpered gasp at the sting and the sensation of being stretched to her limit, she took the head of James’s cock into her ass.

  She shook even harder, chills racing down her spine even as the hot threads of heat threatened to consume her.

  “James! Oh, God. It’s inside me. Oh, God. Your cock’s inside my ass.”

  “Yes!” Several harsh groans
followed as James’s hands went to her hips and clenched. “It is. Be still, Bailey.”

  His voice, as sharp and rough as broken glass, would have scared the hell out of her if not for the underlying emotion that came through loud and clear.

  Alarmed at the burn, which only got worse when she tightened on him, she wrapped her feet around the backs of his knees, needing the connection. His fight for control, apparent in his low growls and harsh breathing, warmed something inside her as she realized how hard he fought to take care of her instead of putting his own needs first.

  The promise of satisfaction made her even hungrier for his possession, and without conscious thought, she pushed back against him, crying out when she took another inch of his cock.

  His thickness kept her tight ring of muscle spread wide open, the stretch and sting adding a dangerous element that made it seem even naughtier and took her lust even higher.

  “James. Oh, God. It feels so…different. It’s too much. More. Give me more.” She wanted everything, every part of him. With a need that stunned her, she craved having James take her for his own.

  She wanted him to take her in a way she’d never been taken before.

  The hands on her hips tightened as James withdrew until only the head of his cock remained inside her and pushed into her again, gaining another inch.

  Groaning when she shivered and cried out, he spoke again, his voice nearly unrecognizable now.

  “You’re going to take it all, my mate. Just be as still as you can. Easy.”

  His voice, harsh and with a jagged edge that told her his control had slipped several notches, sounded deeper than ever, scaring her just a little, but not enough to deny what her body craved.

  “Fuck easy.” She lifted, bracing herself on her hands, and used her ankles around the backs of his knees to pull him closer.

  Amazed at the sharp tingling in her ass, she moaned her pleasure when his slow, shallow strokes took him even deeper.

  His answering growl was filled with appreciation and approval.