Reilly's Tiger Lovers

by Em Ashcroft

  He rewarded her by pushing his tongue into her mouth. While she expected a thorough, frantic kiss, he took his time. Brennan tenderly explored the delicate recesses of her mouth, stroking and cajoling. When she responded, touching her tongue to his, he groaned, the sound vibrating deep inside her. He kissed her until she went limp, ready for him to drag her to the floor and fuck her, regardless of who was watching.

  Slowly, he drew away. His eyes were burning. “So, which box should we open first?”

  Together Reilly and Brennan opened all the boxes and checked the contents, all but the small stack in the corner, where the special stock was. Then they began to lay the stuff out in the store, sticking to the plan Reilly had laid out in her small Chicago apartment.

  On the whole, Reilly was pleased with what she’d ordered. They got through the plan much faster than she imagined she would.

  When she commented on Brennan’s quick handling and deft placing of the items, he rolled his eyes at her. “I can follow a plan,” he said dryly. Of course he could, and he drew up plans much more complicated than hers. Reilly took her time, placing the goods with care, ensuring everything was clearly labeled with the price. There was nothing more annoying than having to ask the price of everything. The smaller items had lists, and the low-cost ones near the counter, the impulse buys, had their own bins.

  Occasionally, Brennan would burst out laughing when he saw a particularly absurd item. Like the pencils with growling tigers on the end that opened their mouths at the touch of a lever, or the slogans on the T–shirts. “Tigers do it on all fours,” he repeated with relish. “Yes, ma’am, we surely do.”

  The baby section had tiny onesies with tiger stripes and cute comments on the front. When Reilly sneaked a glance at him, she caught him stroking the soft material and carefully laying them in place. He looked up, and their eyes met, but they said nothing.

  They didn’t have to. As well as bonding, she could be pregnant. Perhaps she could put a few of the onesies aside, just in case. She’d been putting off getting a pregnancy kit, figuring she’d wait until she knew if they were bonded. Shape-shifter children were in short supply.

  The thought of a baby of her own teased her. She’d never felt particularly maternal before, but faced with the reality, she realized she wouldn’t mind giving Seth and Brennan a baby. And herself, of course. She’d have a cub, a baby who would inherit its fathers’ shape-shifting abilities. Awesome to think she could do that.

  Because the men weren’t shy of shape-shifting in front of her, she’d become more accustomed to the idea, although they still shocked her when they did it.

  Seth joined them at five. He appeared in front of the door, and for the first time, Reilly had the pleasure of opening the door to her fully stocked store. The prospect had teased her so much that she caught her breath.

  Before she let him in, she turned on the chime she’d had installed from a switch hidden behind a small picture of a crouching tiger just inside the doorway. When she unlocked the door, Seth froze when the sound of a tiger roar sounded close by. Then his expression relaxed, and he waited for her to step back, giving him space to step in and secure the door once more.

  He urged her back, his eyes hot, and she backed up into Brennan’s hard, protective body. Seth claimed a kiss, short and passionate, before he paid attention to his surroundings. Reilly stepped aside and let him look.

  A smile lit his usually stern expression. “Fuck,” he murmured. “Do you think you have enough tigers in here?”

  “I do now,” she said before she could control what she was saying. “You complete the set.”

  Seth gave a short laugh. “You betcha.” He snaked an arm around her waist. While Brennan secured the front door, he took a tour around the place with her. “Goldclaw is sure changing. This is the first store for the tourist. We have wedding stores and other stuff, but not a souvenir store for the general tourist. Not until now.”

  “She should make a killing,” Brennan said. He strolled to the counter, his feet rapping against the floor, pausing right above the spot where they’d discovered the body.

  Until that moment, she hadn’t thought about it, but now she shivered. Brennan hadn’t attended to the loose board, probably on purpose, not wanting to draw attention to it. Unconsciously, she’d avoided it, but until that moment, she hadn’t spared the poor woman a thought. Guilt flooded her, swiftly followed by relief. She could do it, work here without the knowledge creeping her out.

  Seth came up beside her and curved his arm around her waist. “She couldn’t have been here long,” he said.

  “Time to go home,” Brennan murmured from behind her.

  Home sounded good. “But I’m coming in first thing, to open the place,” she said. “I want to start the next part of my life.”

  He paused, watching her closely. “I thought it had already started.”

  She shook her head vigorously. “Not yet.” She gave both men a steady look that said she meant business. “There’s no evidence we’ve bonded, so that isn’t likely. And I don’t know if the store will work or not, so I can’t depend on that either. I might end up back in Chicago, or nursing in Houston.”

  “No!” Seth’s denial surprised her with its intensity. True, they’d been getting hot and heavy, but that didn’t mean their connection was emotionally durable. But Seth sounded panicked, as if she planned to leave right that minute.

  She laid her hand on his arm. “I don’t think we bonded, Seth. Surely I’d feel different.” She glanced at her wrist. “And there’s no sign of bands.”

  Seth dragged her close and slammed his mouth down on hers, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and pulling her body against his erection. He lifted his head long enough to demand, “Is that enough for you?” before he went back to work, devastating her with the thoroughness of his passion.

  The world swayed. At first, she thought it was the potency of his embrace but then realized he’d lifted her. Still in the kiss, he strode to the back room, and she became dimly aware of the change of light behind her closed eyes. Something hard pressed against her back––the table they’d been using to unpack stuff. He wasn’t letting her go either, kissing her until she lost her breath and her resistance to him.

  She curled into him, clinging to him as he lifted her. Another pair of hands––belonging to Brennan––slid underneath her, tugging down her jeans and taking her panties with them. Then he was back, kissing her again as if he couldn’t get enough. Tearing his mouth away, he stepped back. She opened her eyes. Seth’s eyes were wild, dark and fierce, and his mouth swollen with kisses. Tearing her gaze away from him, she turned her head to see Brennan. Somehow he’d gotten naked. She spent a moment devouring his powerful, aroused body, his cock hard, jutting out as if challenging her to do something about it. He’d closed the blinds over the windows, too, and the light in the center of the room was glowing.

  It took her a moment to take in what he was doing. He was rummaging through a cardboard box, laying objects carefully down by its side. She counted a pair of handcuffs, a flogger, a tube of strawberry flavored lube, and a collection of toys, all carefully packaged in cellophane.

  Her gasp drew his attention. “Which shall we use, precious?” he crooned. “This?” He held up a dildo that looked as if the owner, if there was one, had gigantism. The thought of cramming all that inside her made Reilly flinch. With a silky smile, he laid it back in the box. “No, probably not. We want to put us inside you, not that.” He touched his cock, stroking it. “Do you want this, baby?”

  Reilly swallowed as she nodded. She wasn’t going to lie, that was what she wanted. “I’m not into full bondage.”

  Brennan laid a ball gag back in the box. Reilly wasn’t sure why she’d bought that since most of her stuff laid the emphasis on fun rather than edgy sex. But somebody might like it, and if they saw that, they might ask her to get more. Not for her, though. The tiger emblems didn’t feature strongly in the things he’d chosen.

  S
eth stroked up to her breast and pinched the nipple lightly. The resulting sensation went through her like a clean knife, and she whimpered as her body flinched, and her back arched. “Something pretty.” His voice was as low as his breed partner’s. What Reilly had imagined would be a frantic fucking had turned into something else, more extensive, deeper somehow. “Let’s find out what our woman wants.”

  Despite her denial of a permanent link between them, Reilly heated at the reference. The phrase sounded so very good, curling into her as if it belonged there.

  Seth trailed his forefinger down her body, taking his time. He circled her navel three times before he continued on his path, sliding into her crease and circling her clit in the same way. He separated her lips with his thumb and forefinger, examining her. His gaze flicked up to meet hers. Heat simmered in his eyes, promising everything. Although, at this stage, Reilly wasn’t sure what “everything” was going to be. The uncertainty added edgy arousal to the promises he was silently making. She shivered.

  Someone behind her moved. Brennan laid a soft strip of cloth around her eyes, and lifted her head to fasten the mask in place. He touched his lips to hers, and grazed her cheek with the damp tip of his cock. She didn’t need to see to know it. “Relax, now. Close your eyes and feel. We’ll make it good for you.”

  She gasped, and received Brennan’s cock as reward. When she licked it, she savored the taste, salty and essentially Brennan, the man she was coming to love. She could admit that to herself, but she felt no intrusion into the depths of her soul, the only place she dared to admit the scary fact. Seth, too, despite his stiffness and his reluctance to open up to her. Deep down, he was as devoted to her as his breed partner. She didn’t need the words, although she wanted them.

  “No future, no past. Just be,” Seth murmured as he nudged her cunt open with one finger. Something cold touched her ass, warming as he massaged it in with his thumb. The scent of strawberries drifted to her nostrils as he applied more lube. Seth lifted her legs, moving closer so they rested on his hips.

  No future, no past.

  A hard tip touched her pussy, but it didn’t feel like warm, male flesh. Reilly swallowed. “It’s not the big one,” she said.

  “They’re fairly big,” Seth answered, his voice impossibly practical in tone.

  They?

  Reilly soon realized what he meant. Seth slid the dildo inside her, and as the head breached her cunt, the tip of a different head touched her ass. A visual image came to her, of the double dildos, cunt and ass. She’d never been tempted to try them, but she’d promoted them enthusiastically in the past and sold several. Now she was about to test them for herself.

  Something stroked across her breasts, fabric, no, leather, as Seth slid the double instrument of pleasure deeper. He didn’t force it, not until she’d taken the heads inside her. Then he set off the vibration.

  Reilly hadn’t even been sure if they had come equipped with charged batteries. Now she knew they did. She moaned.

  “Turn her over,” Seth said.

  Reilly whimpered when Brennan pulled away, but his hands touched her, and he lifted her as Seth did the same with her hips. They turned her and laid her back down on the cold, narrow table. Brennan gave her his cock again, and she sucked it eagerly. “Not so hard,” Brennan said, following the words with a groan. “Shit, that feels good.”

  Seth pushed, and curved his hand around her bare buttock. “I think our sweetheart needs punishing for questioning the bond.” His voice shook at the end, from tension, or arousal, Reilly didn’t know which. Both men kept their minds closed to her, and she didn’t have the expertise to force them to show her.

  She moaned when Seth pushed the double dildo in completely, and turned up the vibration. The toy wasn’t the biggest she sold, but it had just become her favorite. Fuck, it felt good, especially when it was combined with the soft occasional touch from Seth’s fingers.

  Something whistled and then cracked as a dozen leather thongs hit her ass. She cried out around her mouthful of Brennan’s cock. He leaked pre-cum, and she swallowed it down, then sucked, questing for more. A mind touched hers, so briefly she couldn’t chase it. “She likes that,” Brennan said with satisfaction.

  The flogger came down again, and incredibly, Reilly’s arousal soared, pushing her to the very brink of orgasm. Her ass was hot, even more when Seth struck her again. His next blow stung, sending prickles of excitement into her bloodstream.

  “Fuck, Seth, that looks so good. I’ve never seen a rosy ass so beautiful before.”

  A vision came to her, flashing through the darkness, of her bare body, with the stripes from the flogger reddening her buttocks. The dildo still vibrated.

  She came, helplessly crying out. At first, she wanted to deny the stimulation, but they were right––it felt so fucking good. They could do this all night and she wouldn’t complain, even if she couldn’t sit down for days. The soreness would remind her so deliciously of the night she’d finally let go.

  Hands touched her again, and Brennan hoisted her up, as Seth pulled the dildo away. “Nooo!” she cried in helpless pleading.

  Brennan’s cock nudged her cunt. There was no need to open her. The dildo had done that job. Her inner walls gulped as he pressed in. She wrapped her arms around him as he held her buttocks open, ready for the next stage of her torture.

  Seth slid his cock inside her open ass. She’d never felt so wide before, gaping and empty until he filled it. Seth was considerably bigger than the vibrator, but she had no difficulty taking him. When he was fully inside her, Brennan spoke. “You’re ours, Reilly. For as long as we want you.”

  “Understand?” Seth said hoarsely. He rasped her name. “Never forget this. Never forget us. We’ll be here to remind you every minute your mind strays. We’ll punish you for every transgression––if you want us to.”

  “Yes,” she moaned as, finally, they began to fuck her in earnest. Brennan slid almost all the way out while Seth ground into her, then Brennan drove in hard, giving her no mercy. They fucked her simultaneously, driving in at the same time, withdrawing, setting a hard, demanding rhythm that she had no desire to resist.

  Remembering what they’d said, Reilly concentrated on just being. The sensation of the two men fucking her hard took over her life, as if nothing else existed. At some point Brennan slid the blindfold from her face and tilted her chin. He ground his lips over hers, demanding the kiss as his right, driving his tongue inside her in time with his hard thrusts.

  Reilly wasn’t sure if she ever came down from her first orgasm. A series of peaks heralded her climb, up further and with more intensity, forcing her up to the rarefied heights she’d never known. She was the first person to climb Everest on cum alone, the first one in space in a cum-fuelled rocket.

  Heedless of who was listening, she screamed into Brennan’s mouth, and when he pulled away with a harsh laugh, screamed some more. She hadn’t bothered to note if they had used protection, and she was past caring. If this was what bonding meant, then bring it on. “Never stop!” she cried, howling her pleasure. Thrills coursed through her, the double fucking driving her out of her mind.

  Brennan gave a harsh cry and pumped his cum into her, his body shaking with the power of his climax.

  Seth followed, and warmth flooded her ass, the liquid pouring out to bathe her skin in his essence. She was blessed to receive such a copious amount, joy soaring inside her, her mind open to her men, uncontrolled.

  This time they responded, opening themselves to her, their delight flooding her with new pleasure.

  She was wanted, even loved, and she no longer doubted it.

  * * * *

  After taking her home and pampering her in the way only Brennan and Seth could, they made lazy love to her for the rest of the night. First Brennan rolled over her and fucked her. Then Seth rolled her over and took her from behind while Brennan watched, lazily palming his cock, which grew hard under her fascinated gaze. “I want it,” she said, and Brennan l
aughed. “Our woman is demanding,” he said as he knelt up and let her suck his cock once more.

  Seth fucked her in long, slow thrusts, building her orgasm relentlessly, but without the edge of anger he’d shown before. His strength encompassed Reilly as he wrapped his arms around her, seeking her breasts and tugging her nipples into hard, aching points.

  Reilly couldn’t take all of Brennan into her mouth, but she gazed up at him, watching his delight as she showed no sign of releasing him. She loved the small, intricate ways she could tell when he was about to come. His cock heated and twitched, the big vein underneath swelling and pulsing as he shot his load deep into her throat.

  He was breathing heavily when he pulled out, but Reilly reached greedily for the last drops of cum, leaning forward as Seth groaned and came in her cunt.

  She wanted to feel them come there, too, wanted their seed to mingle inside her. But the men had been careful not to mix their seed, both using protection when they entered her pussy. Sadness engulfed her. “I might already be pregnant,” she pointed out.

  Seth lifted her, and slid off the bed, heading for the shower. “We want to be sure, darlin’, don’t we?”

  She supposed so, but she admitted it reluctantly.

  * * * *

  The phone rang, and Reilly opened bleary eyes on to a bedroom that was filled with morning light. Seth reached for his phone. “Okay, we’ll be there,” he said before he cut the call and turned to them. Brennan stroked her breasts, while Seth, grim-faced, told them what the call was about. “Chris wants us in the station. At least, he wants Reilly.”

  “Where she goes, so do we,” Brennan said, as if the assertion was too true to be argued with. Yes, they did.

  Half an hour later, they were headed for the station in Brennan’s car. Fifteen minutes after that, Reilly was sitting in the bleak interview room facing a grim-faced police chief over a scarred old table.