by Marla Monroe
“Oh God.” Taylor couldn’t quite catch her breath.
“I’ve anticipated this moment since my first glance of you. When your scent hit me, I nearly lost control and pounced.” Marco sucked on her earlobe as he ground his pelvis against her ass.
Since they were identical twins, and from the feel of him against her body, Taylor was sure that Marco was just as well-endowed as his brother. The idea of all that hot, hard flesh filling her nearly had her eyes rolling back in her head.
Sensory overload. They’ll kill me if I don’t regain some control. All I can think about is rolling around on them, under them.
Rubio strutted across the short expanse of the bedroom to stand directly in front of her. She didn’t think he’d taken his eyes off of her but that once. His intense stare had her nerve endings sizzling with something bigger than anticipation. When he reached out and touched her arm, Marco let go of that one so that Rubio could take one finger and rub it across the tip of his cock to gather up that drop of pre-cum. If she’d wondered what he meant to do with it, she wouldn’t have long to wait. The devil of a cat lifted her hand and directed that finger to her lips.
“Taste what you do to me, mi corazón.”
Taylor opened her mouth and presented the tip of her tongue. Rubio laid her finger on her tongue, and she closed her mouth to swirl it around the digit to get every molecule of taste off of it. Salty caramel with maybe a hint of pepper danced along her tongue. She swallowed and opened her eyes, not realizing that she’d closed them until then.
“Fuck!” Marco growled low in her ear. “That is so sexy, Taylor. I want to watch you do it again, but with my cum.”
All she could do was whimper as a very nude and aroused Rubio pulled her into his arms, leaving Marco to undress this time. Instead of letting her watch Marco, he backed her up against the door and captured her mouth with his. True passionate lust overtook them both as he explored her mouth, rubbed along her tongue, and drank in her very breath.
Taylor gave as good as she accepted from him. Each suck or nibble she took one step further. The feel of his skin against hers ignited a burning need that only fucking would quench. She wasn’t even sure if that would be enough. All she could think about was getting him inside of her. His angry dick pressed against her belly, more pre-cum leaking across her stomach as they moved against each other.
“Need. I need.” She couldn’t even complete the sentence.
“Yes. I know.” Rubio grabbed her ass with both hands and lifted her so that she could wrap her legs around him.
“Yes!” It came out as a moaning hiss when he was able to align his cockhead with her wet, slick opening.
One push. Just one push.
“Rubio! Fuck me! I need you inside of me.” Her voice came out shrill and demanding.
As if her words were all he needed in order to take her, Rubio pulled her down on his cock even as he thrust upward into her cunt. It took their breath. Neither of them moved for a full five seconds.
Taylor threw her head back, gasping in breath, and hit her head hard on the door. She wouldn’t have even noticed if Marco hadn’t cursed a blue streak at his brother.
“What the fuck? Get her away from the door.” Marco’s voice captured her attention long enough to notice that, though he was identical to Rubio in just about every way, his dick had a slight curve to it that his brother’s didn’t have.
“So hot, Marco. She’ll burn you up. Hurry or we will miss our chance, brother.” Rubio held Taylor, still completely full of his cock.
No matter how hard she squirmed, he didn’t let her move an inch. He cooed soothing words in her ear, promising it would be so good if she could just hold on a bit longer. Taylor didn’t care how it would feel later. She knew how she felt right then, and she needed him to move.
Before she’d even finished that thought, fingers probed her back hole and some type of lubricant was pressed into the passage. She’d hadn’t played much with anal sex since, to most shifters, it was used more to show dominance than anything else. With her mates, it would be about the pleasure and not about power. She already knew that they were stronger than she was, but she also knew that she would hold a great deal of power over them as their mate.
Any additional thoughts she might have had vanished as a pair of thick fingers saturated with the lube breached her back entrance, coating the inside of her ass in the process of stretching her just this side of pain. By the time a third finger joined the other two, Taylor couldn’t help pushing back against the thick digits.
“Damn, Taylor. You’re on fire. I’ll never manage to get inside that tight ass without blowing my load. Stop for me, cariño. Let me inside of you before it is too late for me.” Marco’s voice had squeezed down to biting words between clenched teeth, his words coming out in a lisp as his teeth took over his mouth.
She struggled to remain still, whimpering when he began to push his hard cock against her puckered hole. It burned—burned really good—until he finally breached the first muscular ring. Once he’d fully seated himself deep within her ass, Taylor realized that with both males inside her body, there wasn’t room for her. She couldn’t breathe, talk, or even swallow. Anything that required her to move in any way was just impossible with that much flesh filling her body.
Just when she thought she’d pass out from lack of oxygen, Marco pulled almost all the way out then pressed back inside of her while Rubio pulled out. The back and forth motion as the two brothers shared her between them soon had the previous fire that had tamped down for a while began to smolder once more.
“Holy hell, man.” Rubio’s voice held a hoarse raspy sound where before it had been deep and smooth like rich chocolate. “Can’t stand it much longer. She’s got my dick in a vise and isn’t letting go. I’m going to come if we don’t either slow her down or speed us up.”
“We can slow down next time,” she snarled. “Move. Now!”
They moved, shifting her between them as one pulled out and the other worked their way in. The burning sting of Marco in her ass had become more and less all at the same time. Less pain but more pleasure. Less burn and more pressure.
Taylor couldn’t tell where one started and the other left off. They were surrounding her, inside of her, and somewhere in between. She gave up fighting the slow rhythm they’d settled into and concentrated instead on reaching her climax. They would follow if she could catch that illusive sliver of light and hold on. The moment she did, the ride began.
It started at her toes, curling them until they cramped, then moved up her legs, her thighs until her belly felt as if she’d double over with the pressure. The pleasure built, pulling from every nerve ending until, finally, she perched on the cliff, waiting for that one last sensation that would throw her over into a free fall of pure, unrestrained pleasure.
“Fuck! Now, Marco.”
Rubio’s face contorted as his fingers dug into her ass and he thrust one last time, holding her there, his entire body going rigid as his climax attacked. It started a chain reaction with Taylor caught up in Rubio’s release. The muscles in her ass and pussy contracted around Rubio’s pulsing shaft. She swore that when the cat thrust up that last time he ground her clit against his pubic bone. It shattered her control if she’d had any left to begin with.
Her climax steamrolled over Marco as she clamped down around his dick, squeezing it until she felt every vein, bump, and curve. His swift intake of air was all the warning she had before hot cum filled her ass, sending another wave of explosions through her body. Rubio got his share of the reaction and all but collapsed back against the wall.
“Can’t breathe!” Taylor was sure her lungs were going to explode.
The exertion of an earthquake of a climax and being stuffed by two thick cocks had her lungs losing the ability to expand.
“Marco? I can’t move.” Rubio’s legs shook with the effort of standing with Taylor in his arms.
“Easy, nene. Let me take care of you.” Marco was gentl
e as he pulled from her ass, helping to support her until his brother could pull from her dripping pussy.
“Can you stand, Taylor?” Rubio continued to hold the wall up, though his legs appeared less shaky now.
“Catch my breath.” She had to work to slow her breathing down so that she made sense. “I can stand.”
“Good. Let’s take a shower and then get something light to eat before we go to bed.” Marco eased her toward the other side of the room where the bathroom was situated.
“Did we just have a three-way?” she asked Marco when he’d set her on the vanity while he turned on the water for the shower.
He chuckled. “I believe we did. And it was a damn good one, too.”
Taylor couldn’t help but giggle like a young kitten with her first crush. When she’d been young, the idea of a ménage was too taboo to speak about. It was known to happen, but few females ever talked about them. Now she no longer had to wonder.
“What is that smirk for on your face, cariño? No secrets.” Marco stepped over to where she sat on the cold marble of the double vanity. “Tell me.”
“I was just thinking that now I’m one of those females who’s had a ménage but won’t tell any of the young girls about it. I can remember watching a friend’s older sister prance around because she knew there were rumors that she’d had sex with a wolf shifter and a lynx shifter at the same time. She would never admit it or talk about it. Instead she just fed the rumors by winking at us younger females.”
“Naughty sex stories. You’re going to have to share more with us before we fall asleep.”
“Share what before we fall asleep?” Rubio asked as he finally shuffled into the bathroom.
“Dirty little stories about when she was a young kit still wet behind her ears.” Marco grinned down at her when she shot him a dirty look.
“Come on in with you. The water’s hot, and there’s enough steam to satisfy my grumpy brother.”
“I’m not grumpy. I just like it to be hot when I soak.” Rubio stepped out of the shower and into the massive tub then slowly sank into the water. His face relaxed as he closed his eyes and moaned his appreciation.
“You’d think he loves this bath more than he loved coming inside of you earlier,” Marco snickered.
“Taylor, you know that isn’t true. I’m just overly content after having made love to my mate and starting our quest for producing lots of little kits to spoil.” Rubio opened one eye to glare across the tub at his brother.
She stiffened at Rubio’s mention of conceiving. She didn’t need any more pressure than what they already had to endure if she had any chance of becoming pregnant. Taylor cleared her throat.
“What is it, precious? I can feel the tension returning to your body. Your shoulders have tightened, and there is a slight tremor there.” Marco pulled her back in a tighter embrace. “Talk to us. There can be no secrets between mates.”
“I’m worried that I won’t be able to get pregnant. What will we do if I’m sterile? Many of the females in my Leap are. It’s another reason my uncle wanted to find a Felix to join groups. There needs to be new blood to support more births.”
“And that’s what you have with us, Taylor, new blood. Our shadow has been blessed with a high fertility rate since we opened our shadow to other shifters. Since, as you have pointed out, many jaguar males used to travel from shadow to shadow to court new females, there had been no shortage of fresh seed in our group.” Rubio took her foot in his hands and began to rub it, applying pressure at key points that nearly put her into a trance it felt so good.
“Now that our males have begun to yearn for a permanent home with a mate and kits, the worry over a stagnant gene pool began to build with our Sire. It is another reason he was seeking a new home for us. New territory allowed for mating between our jaguars and other groups.” Marco’s mouth worried a spot just below her ear. He licked and nibbled so that she began to anticipate when he would change from one to the other.
“I pray you’re right. The fact that I never conceived with my first mate…”
“What?” Rubio jerked back and stood up. “You’ve been mated before? Why haven’t you told us this?”
Chapter Eight
Taylor’s surprise at his reaction failed to distract her from watching the water pour off of Rubio’s hard muscles to run down his cut abs and tight thighs. Her mouth watered with need. She wanted to lick every drop from his body. She actually pulled from Marco’s embrace and leaned toward his brother.
She snapped her eyes up to meet Rubio’s glittering gold ones. Anger and betrayal shown in them and the tightness of his jaw.
“I’m sorry. I thought you knew. I guess I thought we talked about why I was so opposed to mating in the first place, but I guess we didn’t get around to that discussion since we had to meet with Jag again.” She looked between the two males. “I had no intention of ever mating again. I wasn’t going to accept you two either, except ours turned out to be a true mating and my cat demanded I accept that.”
“So you aren’t accepting of us as your mates, but since your cat is, you feel you have to go along?” Rubio cursed in his language even as he climbed out of the tub and snatched a towel. Taylor recognized a word or two, and they weren’t nice words.
“No! Stop twisting my words.” She slapped the water with both hands then stood up as her anger finally overtook her. “I refused to accept another mate. I’ve perfected the ability to close off my feelings so that I don’t fall prey to male hormones. My cat insisted I accept you, which made me relax around you. I realized then that we were true mates. It wasn’t that I only accepted you because she insisted. She just insisted that I wake up and notice.”
Taylor threw in a few expletives of her own as she stomped from the tub over to where the towels were. Rubio beat her to them and held one out for her. Even when angry and hurt, he treated her with respect. She couldn’t remain angry with him for long when he shot down her grumpiness with his innate chivalrous nature.
“Rubio. The fact that she was and isn’t now is all that matters. What I want to know is why she isn’t anymore.” Marco finally got out of the tub, as well.
“It is obvious, brother. He died leaving her without a mate and guardian. Her great-uncle took over that role.”
Taylor sighed and walked out of the bathroom to find something to put on. “No, Rubio. That isn’t the case. He’s still very much alive. More’s the pity, though.”
The two males stalked after her, crowding her as she pulled on a sleeping shirt. She could sense their confusion. It was unheard of for a mated pair to separate for any reason other than death or finding one’s true mate.
“He found his true mate and left you?” Marco asked.
“No. My great-uncle dissolved the mating. He should have banished the male but didn’t. I have to see him almost daily. It upsets me knowing he’s still around.”
“Explain, Taylor.” Rubio spat out the two words through his clenched jaw.
Taylor wanted to tell him to go jump in a lake or, better yet, fuck himself but knew he had a right to know. She should have told them earlier, but she honestly thought she’d told them about it.
“My father found out he had the feline cancer that we sometimes get. It worried him to leave me without a guardian, so he arranged a mating between me and a friend’s son. I was upset by it but didn’t want to cause my father more pain, so I agreed. When my father died, I took on my new mate and found that the choice hadn’t been a good one. He had anger issues and took them out on me one time too many. I was finally able to convince my great-uncle to dissolve the mating due to cruelty. It took six months of enduring his beatings in order to gather enough evidence to prove that he was mistreating me.” She sighed and tried to shut the door to that part of her life once more, but it proved stubborn. When Marco reached out to touch her, Taylor flinched away.
“Dammit, Taylor. You know I would never hurt you. Don’t pull away from me now. Not after the joy we experienced
only an hour ago.”
Rubio stepped over to where she stood next to the bed and knelt in front of her. “I’m sorry, cariño. I lost my temper, and that’s uncalled for with you. I don’t know what is going on with me. Ever since I met you, my emotions have been all over the place. Please forgive me, my mate.”
It took blinking her eyes several times and swallowing hard to keep hot tears from falling at his eloquent apology. The fact that he’d apologized at all spoke volumes. Males were normally too proud to ever admit they might be wrong. She’d not only accept his apology but treasure it.
“There is nothing to forgive, Rubio. I should have told you both sooner. It’s something I’ve tried very hard to forget, so I didn’t remember that it might be important. Will you forgive me?” Taylor cupped Rubio’s face in her hands.
“It would have been better on all of us if you had, but I understand that you just didn’t think about it. There is no need for your apology either, mate.” Rubio stood, holding his hands over hers still pressed against his cheeks.
Taylor looked over Rubio’s shoulder to see Marco’s face relax as the tight lines that had formed when Rubio lost his temper slowly smoothed out. He nodded his head when he noticed that she was watching him. She lifted the corners of her mouth in a silent smile before returning her attention to his brother.
“Rubio. The hour is late. It’s time to rest. Our poor mate is swaying on her feet. I’ll tidy the bed. Why don’t you fix her some hot cocoa while I do?” Marco rubbed one shoulder with his callused hand before dropping a soft kiss there.
“Come, sweetness. You will love my cocoa. I put a pinch of cinnamon in it and use real cream.” Rubio guided her back down the hall to the kitchen. “Have a seat while I fix this.”
Taylor allowed him to position her at the table so that they could see one another. She got the feeling that he needed to see her all the time since a threat to their mating. She wanted to be close to him, as well.
