by Lia Connor
“You all right?” Shanda wanted to know. Not like she had to ask though. He looked like he’d been upgraded, all shiny and new, better than ever before. “Looking pretty good.”
“I could say the same for you.” Hunter’s glow of Heat burned a little brighter, telling her more than he’d let himself give away with words. “So, Shanda. I know you’re feeling the same as me. What are you going to do?”
Oh, sure. Put the decision in her hands. Good thing for Hunter that Shanda didn’t have any doubts.
She tackled her Hunter, shoving him roughly up against one wall. After the first shock, he laughed as if surprised. “Fuck, you got stronger, little girl. You might even be able to play with the big kids, now.”
“I’m not playing around.” Shanda held back the urge to touch, to run her hands all over his body like they itched to. “We’re dead serious here, you and me. And I want to know something about you for a change tonight.”
Hunter raised one eyebrow. “What?” he challenged.
Shanda raked his body with her gaze instead of her tingling fingers. The oddest damn thing happened as she did. Maybe it was part and parcel of the Heat, or the bite from Mark, or another teasing gift-with-strings from those Spirits -- but she could see inside Hunter. Not his bones and organs and veins, not like that.
She could read his heart. Maybe he could do the same with her. She hoped so, because it was spinning with wild emotions she couldn’t put a name to, but he needed to know about.
Looking back at Hunter, dead into his eyes, Shanda challenged: “Why didn’t you ever tell me what you felt? What you wanted, really wanted, from me?”
“Ha!” Hunter retorted. Shanda saw the flicker of a smile dancing in the blaze of his stare. “Why didn’t you?”
“You’re gonna learn better than to keep secrets,” Shanda threatened, and then deliberately lifted a gate to let part of the beast run wild. “You ready for me?”
He taunted her with a challenging laugh. “Turn the question around. You ready for me?”
Shanda growled, baring her teeth. So did Hunter.
They lunged at one another and met with a body-rattling thump in the middle. And oh, was it even better than she’d ever known before. Sex with Hunter was always more like a fight than a sweet seduction, and the challenge was exactly what Shanda wanted.
The power rolled with the strength of lightning. This was what the Heat wanted, too. No games but a pure, carnal challenge.
“Give me your best shot,” she gibed as they tussled, each one fighting for the upper hand.
“Really want me to?” Hunter dared her.
“You know I do.” Shanda took a deep breath of his scent, hot as whiskey going down, igniting coals in the pit of her stomach. So. Damn. Exciting. “Gonna make me wait?”
“No. We’re on.” Hunter smashed his lips against Shanda’s, biting at the plumpness of them. “Let’s go.”
What a rush!
Shanda was ready for Hunter’s attack the second his lips left hers, and she didn’t show him any mercy. Good thing; neither did he. Snapping and snarling at each other like… wolves… they fought for dominance with grabs at limbs that punched or kicked back. No lasting damage done, but a hell of a fight.
At one point, Shanda thought she might have Hunter at her mercy. His back pressed against her chest, the touch of his body against Shanda’s own sizzling through her sensitive breasts and swollen nipples, she had one arm locked around his neck and her teeth gripping the shoulder Mark hadn’t bitten earlier. “You give?” She slammed him against the wall. “Cry uncle, Hunter.”
His windpipe had to be compressed, but apparently that didn’t bother Hunter. “Like hell,” he growled. His tough fists grabbed her arm and wrenched it loose. Before Shanda could blink she was wrapped up in his grasp, pinned so she couldn’t move. “Now, what do you say?”
His hot breath, smelling of gunpowder and wild woods and moonshine, deadly dangerous, all of them, tickled Shanda’s mouth, they were so close. She ran her tongue over her lips. “What I said to start with. Bring it on.”
Hunter let loose with a sound halfway between a wolf’s howl and a young man’s whoop of triumph. He held Shanda so tight she could barely breathe. “You are mine,” he said against her temple, voice tight and strong. “Always have been.”
“Should have said earlier,” she goaded -- one last challenge.
“You know now. So shut that wicked mouth and give in.”
Shanda rippled with a rush of the Heat. Turning her head to one side, she bared her neck to Hunter, displaying her weak spot. Felt natural, instinctive… right. Would he react the way she hoped, accepting what she had to give?
Hunter didn’t disappoint. He plunged his nose and mouth into the spot where throat met shoulder and dragged in a deep breath. “Shanda…” His erection pulsed against her pussy where they’d been thrust together.
“Yours, baby,” Shanda breathed. “Yours.”
“Damn right.” Hunter bit down and sucked, not breaking the skin but drawing so hard with his vicious kiss that Shanda knew she’d bear a bright red welt where his mouth had been. His own brand, to match the one Mark had given her. He licked the spot and growled against her flesh: “Now, we do this right, the way we should have long ago.”
Shanda hoped he meant what she thought he meant. The Heat wanted this fight to move to lower ground, satisfying what it craved. She still had her new power lassoed in tight, but God, the urge to let that dynamite go off hammered at her.
She wanted to be taken.
“Mine,” Hunter started chanting as he began to strip Shanda of her loose clothing. Sweatshirt first, impatiently tugging the garment over her head and off her arms. He scowled at the sports bra. “Damn binder.”
Shanda’s cleavage heaved, oh, so eager. “Get it off me.”
Hunter took the tough fabric in both hands and tore, ripping the bra open. Shanda’s breasts sprang free, plumped up and ripe for the harvesting. She thrust her chest forward, offering up what she had to give.
“Always wanted to see these,” Hunter swore before diving in, hands grabbing Shanda’s tender flesh the way she wanted, kneading roughly and tormenting her nipples with hard pinches. He lifted one mound as he bent his head and seized the areola in his mouth, worrying her inflamed nub between sharp teeth.
Hurt so damn good. Shanda let a touch more of the Heat slip, enough to rocket down her wet pussy and draw her into climax, thrusting against her mate until she was like to suffocate him. She ground her pelvis against his, puffed-up pussy against granite cock, bringing on a second orgasm rolling in before the first had passed away.
“You like this,” Hunter hissed in victory. “Want more?”
Shanda couldn’t speak. She grabbed Hunter by the neck and pulled him into another hard kiss, just to show him she still could, tasted the flavor of danger, and bowed her head. Surrender never felt so sweet.
The Heat appreciated her giving in. Shanda felt sure of its approval, the way it pulsated deep inside.
As if from a distance, she heard Mark groan in frustration. “I let you go, but I hadn’t finished. Let me in there.”
Hunter jerked Shanda to him and snapped at Mark.
Mark crossed to them in a flash and thumped Hunter upside the head. “I don’t take any disrespect from a pup like you.”
Shanda felt Hunter go stiff in her arms, muscles tensing for a fight. “Pup? I’ll show you pup.”
“Your teeth are too new to bite hard.”
Hunter bared them in a snarl. “Come find out for sure yourself.”
Oh, no. Oh, hell no. Men! As if Shanda was going to let them throw down when they had more important things to be doing.
Like each other. Like her, in particular.
Lifting the gates completely, Shanda let her Heat surround the men in a heady cloud, enveloping them both. They gasped as her power jumped free inside them, hands that would have fisted up and struck out grasping her tight. “You do what I say,” she ordered. �
��Feel me?”
“You’re not the only one who’s cresting this wave,” Mark warned, pushing back with a harder, rougher swell of Heat. His gaze flashed dark with lust as he thrust close, hard dick jabbing her hip. “The Heat takes us all prisoner and sets us free. Free as wolves running wild. Do you really want both of us at once, Shanda?”
Shanda shot a glance at Hunter, who glared at Mark. She threw out a coil of Heat, corralling Hunter and holding him tight. Surrender didn’t mean she abandoned all her strength. “Behave, or you don’t get any.”
Hunter narrowed his eyes. “Still going to get you by myself sometime. Soon.”
“Gonna hold you to that. Both of you do this together now.” Shanda let both of the men take hold of her, relishing the pressure of their tough hands on her flesh. Heat to Heat. She screamed in ecstasy as arcs of electricity shot from Mark to Hunter and back again, lightning crashing down to her hungry cunt. The rain came from her center, dripping down both thighs.
The men drew in ravenous breaths. They could smell her all right, and they liked her scent. The cocks pressed against Shanda gave tremendous jerks, wanting in between her legs. Craving her like nothing else.
She planned to give them both as much satisfaction as she’d get.
But as to who took what, well, Shanda decided she’d throw caution to the wind. Let them duke it out, but over her body, not any foolish insults. Have them take her any way they wanted.
It was the right choice. Her body hummed with anticipation, still standing strong, but aware that in giving, she gained even more strength.
Hunter and Mark held her between them, one hand on each arm. Shanda glanced from man to man to see them looking at each other. Not exactly a glare or a threat, but something in between.
“You and I will dance like this one day,” Mark vowed, the words meant for Hunter alone.
Hunter was silent. Mark laughed. “You’ll see, Hunter. You’ll see.”
An emotion Shanda couldn’t put a name to flickered over Hunter’s face for a second, then was gone. “Right now, we work on her.” He gave Shanda’s arm a shake, not rough, just reminding them all what they were there for. “I want her pussy.”
“We’ve both had her once tonight, and if I wanted to fight you I could, and I would. But go ahead. Take her between her legs. As for me…” Mark grinned savagely. “I want to see what her sweet lips can do on my prick.”
“Not her ass?”
“Another time. Right now, I crave her mouth.”
Neither asked Shanda if the arrangement suited her. Lucky for them, it did. It did, and then some.
Equally pleased, the Heat churned in her throat, demanding voice. Shanda laughed, then tilted back her head and tried out a howl.
Sounded just like a wolf to her.
Mark and Hunter looked impressed -- and then they looked determined. They seized Shanda between them. Mark held her tight, cupping and rolling her breasts with ferocious need. Hunter jerked Shanda’s sweatpants down to her ankles and lifted one foot after another, stripping them off and tossing the scent-heavy cloth aside. He swarmed up to shove his mouth in her pussy, tonguing deep and lapping up her cream. Shanda let out another animal yowl, then let loose a third time as Hunter shoved his mouth hard against her swollen flesh and lashed her clit in a savage attack.
She orgasmed, shaking in her men’s grips as the climax set her on fire. “Oh,” she panted. “Good. So good.”
Howling -- an aphrodisiac. Gotta keep that one in mind.
Hunter would have gone on feasting all night long, but Mark pushed him away from Shanda’s cunt. “Do you want to lick or do you want to fuck?”
“I can taste you as well as her.” Hunter sounded more animal than man. “It’s…”
“You will learn to love that flavor,” Mark vowed with another glimmer of passion directed at the other man. “Later. Right now, help me get her down. Let us see her beautiful body spread out for us both.”
Finally!
Between the two of them, Hunter and Mark were gentle, but nothing on heaven or earth could have stopped their moving Shanda to the ground. She arched as a shiver of Heat streaked through her body. She could hardly imagine how she looked, her pussy gleaming wet and her breasts heaving.
Hunter. Shanda went with the urge in her mind, her body. She wanted Hunter between her legs. Spreading them wide apart like a wanton, Shanda hoped to God he’d take her up on the invitation.
“Go.” Mark nudged Hunter’s shoulder. “Her body cries out for you.”
Hunter dealt Mark another glare -- mmm-mmm, how those two were going to duke it out later -- but Shanda could tell he didn’t mind giving her what she wanted, not one bit.
Climbing between her thighs, Hunter let Shanda raise her legs and lock them around his back. She locked her ankles with a death grip and pulled his hips tighter to her. “Fuck me,” she ordered, drinking in the sight of this man she’d thought colder than ice now burning so bright. “Fuck me hard. Love me rough, the way I need.”
He feinted a bite at the round swell of one breast. “I’m going to,” Hunter warned. “Hang on tight.”
His cock probed at the entrance to Shanda’s channel and slid in with one good, hard thrust that just about had her teeth rattling. She choked out a deep wail as he stretched her open, filling her emptiness at last. “Hunter!”
Hunter snarled and bit again, hard enough to sting. Shanda let him, relishing the bliss of his savage nip. Fuck me, she pleaded again, silently, slipping her arms under his and drawing her nails down the slick skin of his back. Now.
And he did. Each thrust of his cock was like a battering ram, slamming into her pussy with no mercy. Shanda moaned and rode the surges, every bit of it fanning the flames of her Heat.
This can’t get better, she thought dizzily.
But then it did. A shadow fell over Shanda’s face. When she looked up, blinking, she saw Mark kneeling with one leg on either side of her shoulders. She could just about catch a glimpse of his feral grin. “Suck me,” he demanded, aiming that thick, dripping cock at her mouth. “Suck.”
Shanda eagerly parted her lips. Mark nudged at them, painting the puffy skin with his pre-come, which she licked off like chocolate, groaning in pleasure at the salty taste.
“You want this,” Mark crooned, rocking his cock against Shanda’s mouth. “It’s not just the Heat. You want me.”
She didn’t even have to stop and think. This bronze-skinned man had captured her easy as a rabbit in a snare. No matter where they went from there, he’d be a part of her life. “Yes,” she hissed. “More.”
Hunter thrust roughly enough that Shanda’s mouth gaped open. Mark made a noise of triumph and pushed his dick between her lips. “Take it,” he urged.
“Take this,” Hunter echoed, rocking their hips together.
It should have been like rubbing your stomach and patting your head at the same time, but Shanda found herself riding Hunter’s cock even as she devoured Mark’s prick, squeezing the one hard with her pussy muscles and wrapping her tongue around the other while she sucked on the savory flesh.
Both men groaned in appreciation, deep guttural sounds.
This was power. Her Heat trumped theirs. Shanda could make them wait all day, if she liked, or she could take what she wanted and let the devil have the rest.
Maybe she’d give them six of one and a half dozen of the other. Shanda let the passion ride on roughshod, pushing Hunter in his fucking of her cunt, and Mark in his fucking of her mouth. She took it all, and, greedy, wanted more. Lifting her hands to her own breasts, she began pinching and pulling the nipples.
It was coming. The mother of all orgasms. Stuffed full at both ends, Shanda felt the wave rising… rising… rising…
Hunter and Mark howled as the climax hit Shanda, her own Heat spiraling into them with the ferocity of a hurricane. A force of nature they couldn’t stand up against. Writhing between them, surging on burst after burst of her cataclysm, Shanda felt Hunter’s hips jerk as he s
pilled into her cunt, and found the skill to swallow the thick ropes of Mark’s come pouring down her throat.
As they climaxed, the Heat rose from their bodies and shimmered like a Spirit itself, its radiance making the three of them gleam. It flickered and sighed in what Shanda could fuzzily tell was great satisfaction, then faded away.
Mark slumped over Shanda, thankfully pulling his cock free of her mouth so she didn’t choke. She licked her lips for more of the taste, then kissed Mark when he offered her his mouth. Their tongues met and battled, but playfully, not really trying to pick or win a fight.
Hunter slipped out of Shanda’s pussy, but she didn’t feel empty, as she had before. Her body was content, having taken all it wanted -- for the time being.
Mark gave way as Shanda unlocked her ankles and let Hunter slither up her body for a kiss like none he’d ever given her before. Almost tender. Still pretty damn powerful, but Shanda could feel some of the love Mark had claimed and she’d confirmed was there.
As one, the three sighed and fell apart, one man on either side of Shanda. Before she could stretch they were on her like a blanket, hands roaming over her skin idly, just enjoying themselves instead of building up to another round.
Felt good. So good. Shanda snuggled into their bodies and murmured in satisfaction.
“Tell me, pretty Shanda, has it ever been like this for you?” Mark tweaked one nipple. “Or you, Hunter?”
Hunter made a noncommittal noise, but when his hand brushed against Mark’s, he didn’t freeze up or draw back. Coming from Hunter, Shanda figured it to be a hollering agreement, and a statement of intent that intrigued her more than a little.
Which made Shanda think. After what had passed between them, would she ever be able to let one or the other go? She pretty much doubted it.
Would they feel the same? Could be… could be… she hoped…
“Will it always be so -- so much? So big? Between the three of us?” she tested the waters.
