Reilly's Tiger Lovers

by Em Ashcroft

  Beguiled by the endearment, she smiled up at him. “I’m not used to being in surroundings like this.”

  Brennan laughed. “It’s only stuff. It serves us, not the other way around.”

  Another thought struck her. “Do you have a housekeeper?”

  “Sure we do.” Brennan crossed the floor and touched a button by the side of the large window. The light in the room softened slightly. “One way glass,” he said softly. “I don’t like drapes.”

  Seth grunted. He still held her close, as if she weighed nothing at all, which was far from the case. Not that she was overweight exactly. In her previous life, she had little time to eat, and spent most of the day on her feet.

  He crossed the room to the bed and slid her down his body so she was on her feet. He groaned. She felt every part of his body on the way down. “Time to get naked,” he said softly. He touched her chin, tilting her face up for him. “Are we still okay?”

  She nodded.

  “That’s the last time I’m going to ask,” he said. “After this, you have to tell us to stop. That’s if you want us to.”

  Tingles coursed through her. They wanted her to give them control, to let them do what they wanted to her. She got the feeling they’d do anything and everything, until she told them not to.

  She wasn’t about to do that.

  Seth grasped the hem of her T-shirt and dragged it up. She went blind for a moment while it was over her head, and then she was free. Somehow her hair elastic had come loose, and she had to shake her hair out of her eyes. Both men groaned. “Now that,” Brennan said, “is a beautiful sight. Your hair catches fire when you do that.”

  The bedrooms faced south, so the sun, well on its way to setting in the west, sent long rays slanting into the room. It warmed the built-in range of drawers and closets and the long, full-length mirror set in the middle. She glanced at her reflection. Standing at the foot of the bed, she caught a sunbeam, and they were right. Her hair blazed. It was tousled, strands sticking out from the static electricity caused by taking her T-shirt off. As if they had minds of their own, the strands floated in the air.

  Brennan spun her around and laid his mouth on hers. Although she’d been momentarily distracted, he brought her straight back down to earth. He tasted subtly different to Seth, spicier, where Seth was all smooth seduction and heavy musk. He licked into her, and she responded, unable to do anything else. When he tilted her back against his arm, she opened her eyes and smiled up at him. Then he kissed her again.

  Her bra pinged open, as Seth unfastened it with a neat twist of his fingers. His palms created circles over her shoulder blades and glided down her back to her jeans-covered ass. He reached around and popped open the button.

  Hunger surged through her. She wanted, and that was all. No morality, no convention, none of the things she was used to mattered here. Reaching out, she grasped Brennan’s shirt and pulled. The snaps parted. Roughly, she shoved the cotton material aside and spread her palms over his chest. It felt like she was coming home.

  The heat of his body bathed her, although the temperature in the room was cool. Seth kissed down the bare line of her spine, and slid her jeans zipper down. He didn’t linger on her body, but tugged her jeans and panties down impatiently, and then groaned softly. He kissed the base of her backbone, soft, gentle kisses that made her melt, then cupped her buttocks, one in each hand and eased them apart.

  “You smell so good,” he said, nudging her skin with his lips with every word.

  Brennan was still kissing her. His mouth left hers, and he nuzzled his way across her cheek to her ear. He explored the curved shell, licking around it, touching the sensitive skin beneath with the tip of his tongue, making her shiver. “I am going to fuck you senseless, princess,” he said so softly she had to force herself to listen. “Then I’m going to do it some more. You’re ours, and I’m going to make you see that.”

  “All you have to do is stay with us,” Seth said, continuing the promises Brennan had started. “We’ll stop you thinking. Don’t resist, just let it go.”

  “I’ll try,” she faltered, but their movements were too smooth for her to find a place to object.

  Just then, Brennan found the spot on her throat, right at the base, that drove her crazy. She’d always loved being kissed there, but until now, she hadn’t known how much. His licks and light nips had an effect far beyond what she’d ever felt before. She shivered and gave a sharp cry.

  With his hand on her shoulder, Brennan moved away. His eyes were dark with passion, his mouth full and wet from their kisses. Without taking his attention from her, he stripped away his jeans and underwear. Returning to her, he pressed his body against hers, chest to knee, and kissed her, harder and fiercer than before. She welcomed him, curving her arms around his shoulders, his muscles flexing in response.

  Seth had gone still, but when he touched her again, his fingers shook a little. He slid his thumbs up the crack between her buttocks, pausing to caress the tiny, sensitive hole there. “I want you here,” he whispered, his breath so hot it entered her. “I want you everywhere.” He slipped one finger into her cunt.

  She was so wet that he met no resistance. He withdrew and then shoved three fingers inside her. At the same time, he leaned forward and licked her, circling her rear hole with his tongue. And Brennan carried on kissing her. Catching her breasts in his hands, he tormented her nipples, tweaking and pulling them into an agony of sensation. She gasped, her body tensing, but the men continued to drive her higher. Her breath quickened, and her heart beat rapidly against her chest. It was no longer a matter of could she do this. She would have to, or she’d die. If they stopped now, she’d never know what it was like to be with two men, and she couldn’t bear that.

  No, that was wrong. She couldn’t bear not being with these two men.

  The sun warmed her gently, but the men’s hands on her were hot. They moved slowly and carefully, as if afraid they’d break her. But Seth’s fingers in her cunt moved with sure precision, and Brennan took her mouth and stroked her breasts with purpose. They knew where they were going, even if she didn’t.

  It wasn’t as if she’d never had sex before. If she’d been a virgin this would be too much, but it was as if she’d never had her heart and mind opened this way. Not to mention her body. Seth spread his fingers, letting a gust of cool air into her pussy. Then he licked her, between his fingers. He must be sitting on the floor, but she couldn’t turn and look, because Brennan was occupying her mouth. He pushed his cock against her belly in rhythmic insistence.

  She kissed back, pushed down against Seth’s fingers, felt him sigh against her skin and then return to taste her some more. You are the best champagne, the finest caviar. Even in her mind his voice was harsher, closer to the edge than normal.

  Brennan slid his hands under her thighs, as if to lift her, but then paused. “Do you want me to use protection?” He asked clearly, as if he was asking her if she liked tea or coffee with her toast, his voice without emotion, giving her no verbal clue as to what he wanted.

  It took two shape-shifters to get her pregnant, he’d told her that. She knew from her medical studies that shape-shifters couldn’t get human diseases or pass them on. They were clean.

  “No.” Only when she’d said it did she realize she’d never had sex without a condom before. What would it feel like? She guessed she was about to find out. The thought sent her soaring.

  Seth withdrew his fingers, but continued to work her ass with his hands and his mouth. He licked around her ass, circling the hole, urging it to open wider for him. “Fuck, you are beautiful here,” he murmured as he moved away.

  Brennan slid his hands around her thighs. “Legs around my waist,” he instructed as he lifted her.

  Reilly wrapped her calves around him, clinging like a monkey to a tree, her arms around his neck. He laughed, a short, strained sound. Joy echoed in the back of his throat, and she felt it, too, surging through her in response, her emotions rushing to me
et his.

  His cock nudged her pussy, but it wasn’t quite in place.

  Seth had left her, and for a moment, she thought he might sit back and watch, but she should have known better. He’d stopped to remove his clothes, as she felt when he came back and pressed his body against hers, his chest to her back. His cock was hard and leaking, leaving a damp patch when he stepped away. “Fuck her, Brennan.”

  His harsh voice was hard with barely restrained passion. He groaned when Brennan reached down, holding her securely. With one arm lashed around her waist, he guided his cock to her cunt and pushed the meaty head inside. His rod pushed her flesh aside, taking her in ruthless, needy possession, claiming her in a way she’d never felt before. Not even last night had she felt so close to another person.

  “Oh, fuck,” Seth moaned. “You look so good like that. Perfect. I want you, Reilly, and I’m going to take you now.”

  Something cold landed on her backside, a splatter of gel that he warmed when he slid his fingers through it and down her ass crack, straight into her needy body. “Fuck!”

  Seth laughed at her expletive. “Oh yes, and soon. You’d better believe it. I’m taking you every which way tonight, Reilly. I want to drive you as mad as I feel. I’m crazy for you.” He worked two fingers into her, pushing deep into her ass. She cried out when he reached a spot that her whole body responded to.

  Brennan moved her. He gripped her waist in his hands and worked her up and down his cock.

  Reilly no longer cared if Seth watched. Or rather, she did, because she wanted these men with her, as high with need as she was. Brennan set up a rhythm of sure, deep strokes. Her breasts were mashed against his chest. His small, hard nipples grazed her sensitized flesh every time he moved, sliding her up and down, thrusting up so he entered her deeply. Her pussy was spread wide enough that her clit met his groin, rubbing against the coarse hair and his pulsing flesh.

  Reilly leaned her head on his shoulder and pushed back, shamelessly displaying her anus. She wanted Seth, too. She needed him there, right there.

  He pressed against her. She tried not to think of his size. She’d never seen his cock, something she would rectify as soon as she could, but she didn’t need to guess that he was big, as big as Brennan and then some. At least it felt that way, as slowly but surely Seth shoved his cock into her ass. It slid in, a kind of internal pop going on when the head breached the tight muscles at her opening. He didn’t stop, but forged deeper, driving hard until his body touched her ass. He was all the way in.

  That tightened her cunt, so Brennan had less room to move. He groaned. “You are so fucking tight, Reilly. You feel so good. I want to stay here all night.”

  Seth withdrew a little. His sweat-slicked body slid against hers, the hair on his chest rubbing against her back when he moved closer. He curved his hands around her, cupped her breasts, forcing his way between her body and Brennan’s. Using her breasts to hold her, he worked his cock out and then back in again. He took his time so the gel slicked against her, easing his way. “Good?” He murmured the words against the skin of her back.

  “Fuck, yes.” She couldn’t begin to describe how good he felt, but then he showed her. He slid back in, while Brennan withdrew, and then Brennan came back, and Seth pushed in.

  They set up a rhythm, working hard. Their breath gusted against her skin, and she could hardly catch her breath. Flesh slapped against flesh, the juicy sounds enhancing what she was feeling inside. Which was plenty.

  Reilly whimpered. Every time one man fucked her and then the other, she gave a little sound. It was involuntary, but it seemed to be something both men wanted to work for because the noises she made drove them wilder. Inside her head, emotions surged, and they weren’t all hers. She didn’t understand how she could know that, but she did, and she wanted them to know it. But she was beyond coherent speech. Every part of her tingled, prickles forming on her skin. Surges of sensation throbbed along her veins until everything moved together, working toward a climax that would be, she knew, an explosion.

  Then it came. A still moment when the world stopped moving on its axis. When it started up again, every part of her burst into heated, passionate flame. Crying out wordless sounds that echoed off the walls and bounced back to her, Reilly orgasmed.

  Spasms wracked her body until all she could do was cling to Brennan and keep her body open for Seth to work his magic. They fucked her together, their hearts and minds linking in an unutterable few seconds—minutes, hours? She had no idea—of pure, untrammeled sensation.

  It was like they’d said. Her mind stopped. She’d never known such freedom. Her body responded on instinct, bearing back against Seth until his hands tightened over her breasts and he cried her name as he came.

  Hot, wet cum spurted into her ass, bathing her in it, as Seth emptied himself into her. Their minds joined, and as Seth’s orgasm began to recede, Brennan’s began. Every muscle in his body tensed. His cock throbbed as her pussy contracted, as if it wanted to cling on to him for as long as possible. She came again, her body surging to meet his, her cunt spasming against him as he, too, gave her the gift of his cum.

  Then nothing was heard except harsh panting breaths. Their bodies slid together, until Brennan stepped away and his cock eased out of her, sending a fresh rush of liquid against her thighs.

  Seth took her from his breed partner, curving her close, and then he brought his head down and kissed her, sweet and long. Brennan’s soft footsteps moved away.

  The sound of water indicated where Brennan had gone. Seth carried her into the bathroom, where a large, roomy shower was filling the room with steam. The bathroom had a window looking out, too, but Reilly had eyes only for the men who murmured to her. Their endearments and sweet words poured over her as they bathed her.

  They grabbed a washcloth each from the rail inside the shower, and found some amber-scented gel, smoothing it over her body.

  “You were magnificent,” Brennan said. “I don’t know how else to describe it. I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough of you, sweet thing.”

  Seth nibbled her shoulder. “I know I won’t. I want to fuck your cunt next.” He touched her, his strong hands exploring her pussy, sliding gel along her crease and then into her. Carefully, he washed her inside and out.

  Brennan took her ass, and cleaned her the same way, as gentle as he’d been demanding a few moments before. “Mine,” he said firmly.

  All inhibitions gone, Reilly circled his cock as much as she could. Then she took Seth’s in her other hand. Her fingers didn’t meet on either one. “Mine,” she said, and she was claiming them. “While you’re with me you’re with nobody else.” She might as well go all the way. These men were hers, at least for now.

  “Why would we want to be?” Seth sounded incredulous. “I can’t see any point in even looking.” He dumped the washcloth, dropping it on the tiled floor of the shower and spread gel over his hands, using them to wash her breasts. He tweaked her nipples, watching the result. “Now aren’t they pretty?”

  “Beautiful.” Brennan slid his hands up her back and then down, spreading his fingers over her buttocks. “You are in for some serious fucking, Reilly O’Neill.”

  Chapter Eight

  Half way through the night, as near as she could guess, Reilly’s eyes snapped open, and she was wide awake. To her left, Brennan snored lightly, lying on his back. Even then he touched her, his arm against her. His other hand curved around her forearm, as if afraid she would get up and walk away.

  On her other side, Seth held her, his arm around her waist, and his head on her pillow. This bed was large, maybe a king, or a bit bigger, but with two big men in it, it seemed smaller than a single. Reilly wasn’t complaining. She loved it.

  Who’d have thought it? Having two men fuck her should have made her feel like a slut, at least according to her violently traditional mother, who would die if she knew what her daughter had done. Reilly intended to do it again. She wouldn’t deny herself this, not now she’d
discovered it.

  The men had pampered her, put her in the bed, and got in on either side of her as if they did it every day of their lives. After claiming a kiss apiece, they told her to sleep. She’d been sure she’d never get any rest, but the day had exhausted her, not to mention the first double fucking of her life, and she’d drifted off, feeling perfectly safe. Reilly couldn’t remember when she’d last felt that way. It was a long time ago, to be sure.

  Lying in the dark, the men breathing heavily next to her, she tried to make sense of what was happening to her. Her busy mind clicked into action. She’d come to Goldclaw to start anew, but she hadn’t realized what kind of life she was about to begin. She’d imagined something quiet and industrious. She’d done enough research to ensure the store had a good chance of working, otherwise she wouldn’t have sunk her life savings into the venture. But with stock hanging around doing nothing, time was a-wasting, and so was her capital. She needed to earn.

  Sure, she felt sorry for the victims of the killer—but what good would it do them to keep her store closed?

  Fuck she was a mess. She’d left her job when she realized how badly burned-out she was getting. She’d attended to body after body, patient after patient, until her senses had dulled. The day she’d realized she was seeing them as things rather than people, she’d walked away.

  Plus that one other thing, the event that had shocked her back to caring and forced her into recognizing that she was heading for a bad fall. They weren’t completely back, but her men were bringing her back to life. She couldn’t let herself lean on them, though. Once the police had done their job, she’d have to move on. Her dream had waned, but necessity remained. Every penny she owned was sunk into this venture. She didn’t have much choice.

  Although, in a way, it felt like she’d always done this. Lying between these two devastatingly attractive men, Reilly knew peace for the first time in her life. Restlessness had driven her up to now, an urge to move on and discover what lay around the next corner. The ED had satisfied that restlessness for a time. Nobody knew what would arrive next, and the inner city hospital where she worked was one of the busiest in the country. When she was so exhausted she couldn’t think any more, then she went back to her tiny apartment in the ‘burbs and slept. Until then, she worked and tried to save lives. She’d not saved as many as she wanted to.