Claiming Their Vagrant [Leopards of Leopold 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Fel Fern

  Lex didn’t look away. She didn’t even blush. She only licked her lips in anticipation. Lex Marsden was clearly a woman who knew what she wanted, which was fine with Mason. He’d rather have an honest woman than a woman who left a man continually guessing. Because leopard shifters mated in threes, Mason and Noah had their share of females continually attracting their attention. None of the females in the pard had ever interested them until Lex.

  “I’ve seen him.” Lex nodded to Noah’s direction, and then turned to Mason. Those smoky gray eyes stopped him cold. They were heavy with desire. So dark they were almost black. “Now I want to see you, handsome.”

  Hell, Mason couldn’t get out of his clothes fast enough. He barely felt them leaving his skin.

  “You’re a demanding little kitten,” Noah murmured, already standing by her shoulder.

  Mason quietly noticed the way her breaths quickened when she noticed Noah’s closeness. Was it because of desire, or because of some old fear? Despite Cas’s careful tending, he could still smell the old hurts on her.

  “Mason and I know you’re hurt. We can go slow, kitten. I promise we won’t hurt you,” Noah said in a soothing voice, running a hand down the slender line of her back. “It’s only fair we also see what we’re getting, no?”

  Lex nodded and let Noah help her get out of her slim leather jacket. Beneath, she only wore a plain black T-shirt Noah was only happy to peel off.

  “Your back,” Noah snarled, gently lifting his hand to touch the bandages Mason couldn’t see. There were more bandages on her front, but they didn’t look lethal.

  “They’re already healing,” Lex said dismissively.

  “Are you sure?” Mason asked, not wanting to accidentally hurt her.

  “Oh, handsome, I’ve been in worse scraps before. This is just a scratch.”

  The way she called him “handsome” sent another of bolt of desire right down Mason’s spine, almost making him forget he was furious about whoever had hurt her. Had forced her to run and come seeking a brother she hated.

  “Durable little thing, aren’t you?” Noah murmured.

  Mason watched his mate mold himself against her back, his arms wrapping around her waist, restricting her movements. Mason closed the distance between them, unable to take his eyes off her striking body.

  His mouth felt dry, and he could feel his pulse quicken. Desire began throbbing unsteadily inside him. It was expanding into an unbearable force of heat, like a sunburst waiting to explode.

  Lex Marsden was fucking hot. She was perfect. A gorgeous piece of living art. Mason didn’t think there was any inch of her flesh left that wasn’t inked. Pert metal piercings winked seductively at Mason. There was a ring down her navel and two at her nipples.

  Mason grew embarrassingly hard.

  “Tell me, Mason, is she as fine as I imagined?” Noah asked.

  The captive female in his arms didn’t fight him, didn’t blush. Lex’s eyes found Mason’s, searching and curious. What she saw, Mason didn’t know, but whatever it was made her smile.

  “I take it you like what you see?”

  “Hell yes, Lex.”

  She only watched him trail his fingers down the hollow of her throat, her collarbones, and down the curve of her luscious and well-rounded breasts. Noah was the one who loved tits, but Mason wanted to see those amazing ringed tits bouncing.

  Lex shivered as the pads of his fingers traced one weeping lotus curling down her left breast, right to the tip of her nipple ring.

  Mason wasn’t sure where one design ended and another started, but he thought he could spend an entire day tracing the colorful swirls and lines on her body over and over again.

  “She’s pierced, Noah. She has these lovely matching little rings on her navel and tits,” Mason breathed, angling his head so his tongue could flick at the hardening bud.

  It was a curious experience working his tongue against the metal, and when he tugged the ring with his teeth, Lex let out a groan against him.

  “I had a feeling she was pierced, Mason.” On the side of him, one of Noah’s hands lashed out to finger and play with one of Lex’s untended nipples. Another sudden tug made Lex let out another groan, and the sound made Mason’s needy cock unbearably steel hard.

  “Are you pierced below, too, you dirty girl?” Noah whispered against her ear.

  Her stormy gray eyes were wild and alit with pleasure as they focused on Noah. “Come find out.”

  Shit. This woman was going to be death of them, Mason thought, but it didn’t stop his hands from unbuttoning her tight denim jeans and jerking the zipper open. Those ratty jeans were begging him to rip them off, but since he had a feeling Lex wouldn’t appreciate it, he made do with sliding them down her lovely long legs.

  “No panties, too?” Noah asked, one hand sliding down the curve of her buttocks.

  “I was in a rush. I didn’t exactly have time to fish for panties.”

  Mason detected a hint of defensiveness in Lex’s tone, but the last thing he wanted was to spoil the mood. With Noah still holding her body captive, Mason went on his knees and eagerly parted her legs.

  There was one intricate, winding dragon curling down her left inner thigh all the way to her ankle, its scales the color of alternating hammered bronze. On the other, a pair of cranes was in the midst of flight, lost in a sea of azure and jade colors.

  Fuck, someday Mason was going to devote some time to taste and explore Lex’s body in a slow and leisurely manner.

  Like Mason suspected, another matching piece of jewelry was ringed through her clit hood. Seeing the plain metal worsened the ache in his prick. It stirred the heat throbbing in his belly and insides.

  Keeping her legs firmly apart with his body, Mason fingered the metal, and began to trace his way down her lovely pink pussy lips.

  “Christ, Noah. She’s damn wet. I can’t wait to taste her.”

  “You’re going to eat pussy?” Lex asked him, looking surprised.

  “I want to taste you, Lex. I want to taste your sweet little cream.”

  “Why would you ask Mason that, babe?” Noah asked.

  “Most of the men I’ve been with aren’t interested in eating pussy. All they want is a quick and convenient fuck hole.”

  Noah growled at that.

  “Those weren’t real men, Lex. We’re going to show what it’s like being with real men who know how to appreciate their women.”

  Before she could pierce the meaning behind his words, Noah captured her mouth with his. Mason observed while Noah kept her pressed against him, his hands kept hungrily crawling all over her body. The sight of his mate passionately kissing Lex made him more than eager to begin sampling her.

  With his hands fastened on her inner thighs, Mason’s eager mouth unerringly found her clit. He closed his mouth over the swollen little nub, licking at the labia and occasionally applying suction to drive Lex mad with desire. Mason could feel her legs struggling and buckling against the pleasure he was eager to inflict.

  He trailed his tongue down her dripping slit, licking at the edges of her pussy lips before plunging his tongue into her hot, wet folds. Gods, she tasted so damn fine. Keeping her steady, he kept thrusting his tongue into her, fucking her thoroughly.

  Mason freed one of his hands and slipped them past her slit to find her tight little asshole. His finger began to lazily circle the puckered and thick ring of flesh.

  One quick look above him showed him Noah, still fucking her tongue and playing with her nipples.

  Mason felt her body jerk slightly as he slid his finger inside her ass. Lex’s words still reverberated through his mind. “All they want is a quick and convenient fuck hole.” If Mason had the power to erase all of her foul memories he’d do it in less than a heartbeat.

  It won’t be easy taming a woman like Lex, but Mason and his mate was going to make sure she wouldn’t even think to leave after they’d showed her what it was like staying with them.

  Mason slid a second finger in her
snatch, while his mouth closed over her sensitive little nub again. He sucked hard, hoping to flood her body with sensations. He withdrew his mouth to tug hard at her clit ring. It was enough for her body to shudder, to finally explode. Mason eagerly lapped at her cream, making sure to catch every drop.

  When he was done, Mason rose to see Lex leaning against Noah. The grin she gave him nearly melted his heart. “Fuck, Mason. You’re amazing.”

  “Hell’s bells, woman you really need to clean that mouth of yours,” Noah muttered, still playing and massaging her aching tits.

  Mason only lifted her hand and pressed her wrist to his lips. She looked unsettled by the gesture, as if she distrusted tenderness.

  “Thank you, shall I return you the favor?”

  Mason let out sound when her fingers curled around his aching shaft. “I want…” He hesitated and went on at her waiting expression. “I want to feel your gorgeous lips wrapped around my shaft, and I think Noah wants to fuck you.”

  She smirked. “You’re so sweet, Mason.”

  Then promptly dropped to all fours without them asking.

  Chapter Five

  Noah watched Mason get some pillows off the coach and placed them under Lex’s belly so she was comfy.

  “How’s the injury on your ribs?” Mason asked worriedly.

  “Stop worrying your ass off,” Lex told him. “I told you I heal fast, didn’t I?”

  Her tone was matter of fact, not testy or angry. Powerful shifters healed faster than the average ones, and Noah had a feeling Lex had endured her share of scrapes with the kind of lifestyle she led. Now wasn’t the time to ponder on the life she led, though, or the unnamed bastard who hurt her. The unnamed bastard Noah and Mason were going to hunt down and tear to pieces.

  Noah would worry about what was troubling her later on. If the little hell cat thought she was going to slip from their grasp after getting what she wanted from her brother, then she was sorely mistaken. Even without discussing it with Mason, Noah knew his mate would agree they would stick with Lex through and through until they dealt with the monster chasing after her.

  Lex Marsden might have thought this was going to be a one-time fling. She had no idea Noah and Mason intended to claim and keep her permanently.

  “It’s my job to worry,” Mason said softly, bending down to run his fingers through her hair.

  Noah watched his mate undo the single braid and loosen her dark chestnut wavy hair. The gentle gesture surprised him. Mason might be the more agreeable one in their relationship, but Noah knew his mate didn’t trust easily because of his background.

  He could also see Lex was unnerved and unused to the gentle gesture. Before she could decide to retreat behind her walls and run, Noah announced he was getting some lube. When he returned he found Mason standing in front of her, hands fisting her hair as she began to service his prick.

  Noah positioned himself behind her and began to palm her ass. Beneath her left cheek, buried under more ink, was an old rake mark.

  “You’re a walking roadmap of stories, aren’t you, sweetheart?” Noah murmured.

  Lex paused from her task to answer.

  “Some were brawls, and some were souvenirs from overenthusiastic lovers.” Noah watched her look up at Mason. “But don’t you worry. I’ve left my share of souvenirs.”

  Lex was no victim and she’d been upfront about what kind of desires she harbored. Noah was only happy to provide and meet her needs. He’d ride her rough, let her mark him, and he’d mark her in return. Mason would be his balance, the tender hand Lex didn’t know she also needed and craved.

  Watching her pleasure Mason again made his belly and cock hot. His balls felt drawn up tight against him, and he couldn’t wait to take her. He applied lube to his fingers and around the puckered flesh he was about to breech.

  “Next time, it’d be the two of us taking turns using both your holes, sweetheart.”

  Noah knew it wasn’t the most romantic thing to say, but he’d leave the poetry to his mate. At least crass words got the job done and made them all even hornier. Mason groaned in agreement at those words.

  The slight pause and inclination of Lex’s head told Noah she was more than eager and up for the challenge.

  Noah slid one finger in, feeling her bottom wiggle against it, making him laugh. He gave her one hard and resounding slap, making her jump.

  “Fuck, Noah,” Lex cursed, stopping from her task to look at him, but he only delivered another swat. “I’m not in the mood for a fucking spanking.”

  “Language, Lex.” Noah’s hand slipped lower to finger her wet, dripping pussy. He trailed his fingers around her swollen pussy lips and to her clit. One tug on the hood piercing was enough to make her emit a sound of obvious pleasure.

  “If you aren’t into this kind of thing, then why are you getting thoroughly soaked?”

  Noah’s hand descended again, making her groan.

  “I think our dirty girl likes a little bite to her pleasure, Mason.”

  His mate let out a guttural sound as Lex took his hard length into her mouth again. Noah delivered more stinging slaps just to spice things up. Lex’s cunt was more soaked then ever, but he didn’t want to take her hot pussy yet. He’d give Mason that honor so his mate could feel how her pussy felt quivering around his cock.

  “Remember, Lex. You shouldn’t come, because Mason’s going to take your dripping pussy after I take your ass.”

  Feeling her body shudder at his words, Noah applied more lube around her slit and slid two fingers in. He scissored his way in, making sure she was ready for him.

  “Gods, Noah. I won’t last long,” Mason confessed. The sight of Lex taking all of Mason’s ready and long prick only worsened his own torment and eager cock.

  Noah nudged the head of his thick cock into her snatch. Meeting no resistance, he inched his way in until he was buried hilt deep.

  “Fuck, Mason. She feels so tight and right.”

  Noah gripped her hips even tighter as he exited, only to slam into her waiting and gaping hole. He could hear her groans, muffled by Mason’s cock in her mouth.

  Noah began to move. Feeling her body respond eagerly to him, he hammered into her deeper and faster. Inside him, his metaphysical leopard growled out its triumph. He could almost feel and taste the sharp, gathering psychic energy of their mating in the air.

  Both his dominant beast and Mason’s hungrily rubbed, occasionally affectionately clawed, and merged with Lex’s black panther like they were always one part of a single whole. It was the first time Noah understood why werecats mated in threes. Mason would call the merging of their energies beautiful, but Noah only called it right.

  He met the eyes of his mate in a single moment of understanding. There was fierce protectiveness there. Passionate possession. Noah was certain his own eyes reflected the same emotions.

  Mason’s sudden cry and the shudder passing through his body told Noah his mate had reached the edge of his pleasure. Shit. He was going to come soon. Watching Lex swallow Mason’s cum without spilling a single drop was killing him.

  Noah thrust his fingers into Lex’s dripping pussy as he drove his cock deeply into her other hole.

  “Baby, don’t come yet,” he said through staggered breaths.

  Two final thrusts into her were enough for him to orgasm. The pleasure swept through him like a blinding wave. His senses reeled, and all logical thoughts fell away. His sac emptied, and when he came to, he realized she had obeyed. Lex hadn’t come.

  Damn. Her unexpected submission made it all the sweeter. Noah saw his mate watching them, stroking his cock.

  “You okay there, sweetheart?” His voice still sounded harsh.

  “Of course not. Are you into orgasm denial, asshole?”

  Noah chuckled, enjoying the sound of her yelp as Mason easily lifted her from the ground and gently laid her on the coach. As he watched his mate spread her legs and began to make slow love to her, Noah came to a realization.

  Nothing e
lse mattered. Not the monster Lex was running from, and not the even worse threat that was her brother. If their king found out Noah and Mason were screwing his little sister, he wasn’t sure what would happen.

  None of it mattered, though. Lex was the right woman. The third they didn’t know they needed but they certainly had to have. Lex belonged with them and they were going to do all it took to prove it to the stubborn black panther.

  Chapter Six

  “Mason, stop looking out the doorway and come to bed,” Noah grumbled.

  “Just a few more seconds, Noah.”

  His mate was still hovering by the doorway of their bedroom, peeking through the crack to glimpse at Lex’s sleeping profile at the coach. Even after their passionate lovemaking, Lex was still one stubborn and unrelenting force of nature.

  Noah had a feeling their little kitten didn’t like crossing boundaries, but he didn’t push it. Noah had a feeling if he and Mason pushed, she’d just hop on that bike of hers and they’d never see her again.

  “Fine. Keep standing there, wagging that ass of yours at me, Mason.” Noah growled. “But you’re not going to be getting any from me tonight.”

  His mate quickly turned like magic, his eyes wide and searching. Noah had a fine, unobstructed exposed view of Mason’s slender whipcord body and his favorite pair of boxers. Noah began to harden under the sheets at the sight. He could see Mason’s cock perk up in those boxers, and smell his arousal.

  “Come here. I haven’t had you today, so I’m having you now.” Noah liked seeing the familiar shiver passed through Mason’s body.

  “My grumpy dominant cat,” Mason said, sliding in the sheets beside him.

  The other man leaned in close for a kiss, but Noah only curled his fingers round his nape for a rough and bruising kiss. His other hand wandered back to the sheets, slipping under those itty-bitty boxers, and curled around Mason’s base.

  Years may have passed since Noah had formally mated and made the younger man his, but the heat between them never shimmered out. He could feel Mason’s pushy metaphysical leopard nudging at him, sliding its body against his own cat, purring and mewling with need.