Snared

by Kris Norris

  Quinn must have sensed the slight tension that tightened her muscles. He lowered his mouth to her nape and trailed his lips across the soft hollow by her shoulder, dispelling any hesitations she might have had. She relaxed against him, allowing him to splay her knees wide as Rogan stepped in front of them. The man’s carnal look made her inner cat purr in delight.

  Rogan licked his lips, kneeling down between her legs as his gaze locked on hers. “Now that’s a beautiful sight.” He swept his tongue along his lower lip. “Maybe it’s a good thing Quinn and I missed dinner last night. Looks like you’ve got more than enough cream for both of us. Though Quinn’s going to have to wait his turn.” He gave her body a long look. “I suggest you get comfortable, darling. I’ve got quite the appetite.”

  Chapter Four

  Rogan stared at the green-eyed beauty before him, a predatory smile curving her luscious lips as Quinn opened her just a bit more, exposing the tiny hood of her clitoris. Desire pounded through his veins, humbled with a hint of apprehension. This was it. The moment he and Quinn had hungered for—Tayen in their arms, nothing but the sweet smell of arousal between them. But knowing Tayen considered them possible mates was more than he’d hoped for…and more stress than he’d been prepared for.

  Rogan shook the thoughts from his head, focusing on Tayen’s sensuous curves, half-hidden by Quinn’s shirt. Though the fabric hung open, it skillfully covered the tips of her nipples, which pushed against the cotton, begging to be sucked. He leaned forward, brushing the back of his fingers over the peaked buds only to have to bite back a moan as the tiny points tightened further. Quinn licked Tayen’s skin, and her body responded with a wave of goose flesh.

  Rogan traced the line of bumps down her stomach, circling her navel. “God, I love that you react so strongly to us. We haven’t even touched you yet, and I can already smell your desire coating your silky lips and see the shivers trembling through you.” He leaned closer, tracing her full, lower lip with his tongue. “Are you sure you’re ready for what we have in store? Because once I get a taste of your sweet honey, I’m not going to be able to stop until you come against my mouth.”

  Rogan smiled when his simple admission made her writhe in Quinn’s arms, as if his words had been a physical caress. He watched her face, arching an eyebrow when she didn’t respond. A deep flush laced down her cheeks and across the upper swell of her breasts. She snagged the lip he’d licked and nodded, managing a hushed yes just as Quinn slid his hands up her ribcage, finally pulling the white shirt down her shoulders.

  Tayen’s gasp was followed by Rogan’s moan as he stared at the sexy perfection of her breasts. The curvy mounds were firm and smooth, and the rose-colored nipples crinkled against her skin, leaving a ring of tiny bumps around them. Every splendid detail made him want to take the soft flesh in his hands, but Quinn beat him to it.

  Tayen’s head fell back on Quinn’s shoulder as the man cupped each breast in his hand, massaging the pale mounds in slow circles. Rogan could only watch, his cock bursting against his zipper, as Quinn pinched the tight buds between his fingers, drawing a strangled cry from Tayen. She arched up, and Rogan couldn’t hold back. He dove forward, capturing the nipple Quinn held out for him. Tayen rasped his name and speared her fingers through his hair, keeping his mouth locked around her breast. He accepted her invitation, curling his tongue around her bud as he gently sucked it against the roof of his mouth.

  Fire swept down his spine, tingling the nerves at the base of his cock. He pulled back, giving the tiny nipple one last lick before lifting his face to hers. A triumphant smile worked across his lips as he stared into Tayen’s half-lidded eyes. Hell, he’d only suckled one breast, and she looked like a woman on the verge of an orgasm.

  “God, you’re beautiful.” He leaned forward, giving her ample time to prepare for his kiss.

  She opened eagerly beneath his lips, thrusting her tongue in perfect opposition to his. It was as if she could read his thoughts and knew exactly what move to make to enhance his desire. His cock throbbed inside his pants, and he could only hope he had enough willpower to hold off his release until he’d tasted hers.

  Rogan pulled back and placed a quick kiss on her nose before nodding over her shoulder. Tayen turned her head and smiled, more than ready for Quinn’s attack. The man’s kiss looked more feral than Rogan’s, and Rogan knew Quinn was fulfilling his need to stake his claim. That Quinn wouldn’t be satisfied until Tayen surrendered everything to him, and the kiss was only the first step.

  When they finally parted, their rasping breath sounded loud in the stillness of the room. Tayen glanced at Rogan, her lips slightly swollen from their kisses, her mouth still parted in anticipation of more. He reached out a single finger and held it to her lips, waiting until she’d lightly licked it, before trailing it down her body to the apex of her slit. He paused, loving how she wiggled with impatience, obviously trying to push him where she wanted him to go.

  He tsked at her and skirted down her inner thigh, teasing the soft skin just below her sex. “Ah, fuck, you’re so wet even your ass is covered with your cream.” He moved his finger up the other side, still avoiding her pussy. “I’m afraid I can’t wait any longer, darling. Quinn, think you could help me out?”

  “I know just the thing.”

  Rogan chuckled at Quinn’s voice. It was strained and an octave lower than normal, a sure sign the man was on the verge of throwing Tayen down and pounding into her. But somehow, Quinn managed to maintain his control. He slowly inched his hand down, two fingers tracing the V of her lips before splaying them apart. Slick moisture clung to her skin, making the closely shaved area look shiny in the morning light. Tayen must have squeezed her muscles because the tiny nub fluttered, sending a shockwave of need straight to Rogan’s shaft. He ignored her muffled moan when Quinn nipped at her shoulder and lowered his head to her mound, inhaling the rich, musky scent that reminded him of spiced apple and sun-ripened berries. She smelled exactly how he’d imagined she would, and it was the last chink in his armor.

  Rogan bent forward, parting her wet folds with the tip of his tongue. Tayen tried to roll her hips, but Quinn’s other hand anchored her to him, allowing Rogan complete control. Rogan inched back and blew a heated breath across her nub, groaning when she fluttered it again. He darted forward and nipped at it, loving the raspy gasp that followed.

  Rogan looked up and speared her with his gaze. “Have you always been this responsive?”

  Tayen bit at her bottom lip, maintaining her silence until Rogan nipped her clit again.

  She screamed this time, straining against Quinn’s hold. “No.” She seemed to push the words out from somewhere deep inside her. “I’ve only had a few lovers, and it was never like this.”

  Rogan’s smile encompassed his entire face. “That’s good to know. Now, hold on…I’m starving.”

  He moved, laying his tongue flat against her slit as he ran it up and down the length of her, swallowing the juicy cream that eased from her core and into his mouth. It was heaven and fire all at once, and while he longed to make the moment last—to keep her suspended on the edge of release for hours—he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold off. The taste of her essence, the smell and feel of her skin, swirled together into an overwhelming sensation that demanded satisfaction.

  He reached one hand between her thighs, gathering her cream on his finger before slowly dipping it inside her. Her walls clamped down on the intrusion, holding his digit captive in their warm embrace. He moaned as a fresh wave of cream collected around his hand, and he quickly slid another finger beside the first, pumping them both back and forth through her quivering channel.

  “Bloody hell. I’ve only got two fingers inside her, and she’s clamped down tight.” Rogan nodded at Tayen. “I can’t wait until you clasp my cock like that.”

  His words seemed to push her closer to the edge. Her walls spasmed around his fingers, the muscles in her body tensing in unison. Rogan returned to his tortuous licking, not wanti
ng to miss the moment when her body arched and she released, filling his mouth with more of her honeyed juice. He didn’t have to wait long.

  Rogan heard Quinn mumbling to Tayen, something about how sexy she was with Rogan’s head buried between her thighs, and she broke, her ragged scream echoing off the walls as her body convulsed around him. He lapped at her clit, humming at the spicy taste of her until she rolled her hips away, and her thighs fell open in exhaustion.

  Rogan dropped a gentle kiss on her nub before pushing to his feet. His cock bulged against his jeans, so hard he wasn’t certain he’d be able to undo the zipper. But even if he had to cut the damn things off, he wasn’t about to wait one more minute before sinking inside her wet heat. He’d held true to his promise, and now it was time to take their encounter to the next level.

  Quinn sighed as he held Tayen in his arms, her body still shaking with aftershocks. A light sheen of sweat beaded her silky skin, and he had the sudden urge to taste every drop…to trace his tongue over every inch of her until he’d memorized each dip and curve in his mind like a sensual map. But as Rogan rose from between her legs, Quinn knew his plan would have to wait until the next round. He could tell from the enormous bulge in Rogan’s jeans that the man was at the point of no return, not that he was far off. Inhaling the sweet, earthy essence of her arousal as she came against Rogan’s mouth had hardened his shaft until he was certain he’d have the pattern of denim etched on his skin. Tayen seemed to sense Rogan’s urgency, her muscles tensing when he fingered the button of his jeans.

  Quinn saw her snag her lip then reach for Rogan, shaking her finger in a telltale no. Rogan groaned, but smiled and helped her to her feet before sweeping her into his arms in an all-conquering kiss. Quinn waited for the sudden rush of jealousy that often happened when Rogan took control, but it never came. Instead, his need soared, and he felt a strange tightening in his chest. As if their obvious pleasure somehow satisfied his.

  He shook the thoughts away, not sure he was ready to analyze the meaning just yet. They’d waited for months for Tayen to agree to date them, and finally having her here in their arms seemed almost surreal. Of course, learning she wasn’t quite what they’d thought she was added to the magical feel, but he’d take whatever he could get. They’d come close to losing her yesterday. If the poacher had turned sooner…fire erupted in his veins, and he pushed the image of her bleeding at his side away. There’d be time to chastise her later, after they’d shown her she was theirs…period.

  Quinn smiled as the couple paused to breathe, their bodies still entwined. Usually, he waited until the time was right to join in, but this time, he’d never felt left out. Though he and Rogan had shared women before, there’d always been moments of indecision, as if they were still fighting what seemed normal to them. But not with Tayen. Whether it was her simple acceptance of the threesome or the fact she didn’t quite fit in either, he still felt as if he was in control.

  He stepped forward, drawing a finger down her silhouette until he cupped one side of her buttocks in his hand. She tossed him a quick grin across her shoulder then palmed Rogan’s chest. Quinn watched as she smoothed her fingers down Rogan’s shirt, finally fisting the hem and dragging it back up. She hummed as she revealed tightly corded muscles, which gleamed with a bronze hue in the morning light.

  “You’ve been tanning,” she said, drawing small circles on his skin.

  Rogan mumbled something indecipherable, the final few syllables morphing into a husky rasp as her fingers brushed over his nipples, pausing just long enough to make the tiny buds bead hard and firm against his chest. Her lips twitched ever so slightly, but she kept her features schooled as her hand drifted lower, hovering over the seam of his jeans. Rogan’s breath came in shallow gasps as they all waited to see what Tayen would do next.

  Tayen didn’t waste any time as she flicked Rogan’s button open and released the zipper, the tinny, metal sound ringing loud in the room. Rogan’s pants pushed apart, and his bulging erection sprang forward, bobbing into place in her palm. The downward journey left a thin line of pre-cum from his lower abdomen to his cock. The fragile strip shimmered in the air until the tension broke the strand, leaving a shiny drop on the thin slit.

  Tayen licked her lips, and Quinn knew she had every intention of taking her prize inside her mouth. She smiled and raised her thumb, swirling the slick moisture around the head.

  “You go commando.” Tayen squeezed Rogan’s shaft. “Guess that makes two of us.”

  She shifted her weight, but Quinn caught her before she could go to her knees. She looked back at him, her eyes conveying her confusion. Quinn traced her lower lip with his finger, moaning when she snagged it and slipped it inside.

  “Nothing would make Rogan come quicker than having you put that pretty little mouth around his cock. But not this time.” He silenced her with his finger across her lips before she could protest. “This time is about us showing you how much we adore you, sweetheart.”

  He removed his finger and patted her ass as he nodded at Rogan and motioned to the bed, using his other arm to pull her back into his chest. She grumbled as Rogan moved away, but her objections stopped when he climbed onto the bed and motioned her to join him.

  Quinn brushed his lips over the shell of her ear. “He’s so ready for you. Can you see how excited you’ve made him?” He licked the soft skin beneath her lobe. “Do you think you can take all of him inside you?”

  Tayen glanced back at him, her eyes clearly saying that she was sure as hell willing to try. Quinn met her gaze and couldn’t help himself. He released her ass and speared his fingers through her hair, drawing her face in so he could plunder her mouth. She fought for control, jousting her tongue with his. Quinn chuckled to himself, admiring her dominant traits, but she was his to tame…and he wasn’t going to stop until she knew she belonged to both of them.

  He tilted her head back, deepening the kiss. Tayen sighed and finally relaxed, giving him complete control. He could tell by the way her muscles stayed tense, she was fighting her natural instincts, but that only made him want to claim her more.

  She gasped in a quick breath when he finally lifted his mouth, still holding her head back, her body pressed into his. He dipped in for one more taste then swiveled her around, pointing her at Rogan.

  “I think I’ve delayed you for long enough.” He paused and glanced over at the dresser. “Damn, we forgot the condoms. Wait here.”

  He shifted slightly, but Tayen reached her hands back and held him close. She darted her gaze back and forth between them, nervously snagging one side of her lip in her teeth.

  “I…um…well, you see…” She cursed quietly then raised her head high. “Due to my unique genetics, I can’t get pregnant unless we bond as mates. I’m medically fine—”

  “You certainly are,” said Quinn, drawing her attention again.

  She shook her head and opened her mouth, but he caught it in a kiss that stole her words. Her body relaxed, and he smiled when they parted.

  “If you’re asking us if we want to go bareback, sweetheart, there’s no contest. I think you know we also get checked as part of our physical. That, and we haven’t been with anyone in a couple of years.” He cupped her face. “Not since we moved here and set our sights, and our hearts, on you.”

  Tears gathered behind her green eyes, but she smiled them away, rubbing her cheek into the palm of his hand. “I don’t want anything between us. Speaking of which…”

  She held his gaze as her hands fell to his waist, her fingers quickly working the buttons of his jeans. He fought the urge to help her strip them off, grinding his teeth together when she touched his erection through the thin cotton of his briefs. A smug smile tilted her lips before she clasped the waistband in her hands and tugged both pairs down his body, freeing his cock to the warm air. It bobbed forward as she bent to remove his clothes, placing it directly at lip height. Her warm breath coasted over his shaft a moment before her lush lips caressed the smooth skin, giving
it a ghost of a kiss. A rough growl escaped his chest, and she smiled as she rose to her feet, her fingers lightly scratching a path across the base of his cock.

  Quinn planted a quick kiss on her lips, resisting the urge to pin her to the wall and plunge inside, then moved with her, climbing behind her on the bed as they both straddled Rogan’s thighs. The man grunted as her sex brushed over his cock, nudging it. Quinn met Rogan’s gaze over Tayen’s shoulder, and they both moved at once. Rogan palmed Tayen’s waist as Quinn slid his hands up her thighs, finally cupping her buttocks. He wanted to be as close as he could without inhibiting Rogan’s movements.

  Tayen flowed between them, seamlessly countering both their actions as she lifted her hips, resting some of her weight against Quinn’s hands. She pressed her back into his chest then smoothed her hands up Rogan’s stomach and over his ribs until she could palm his shoulders. She waited, suspended between the two men before slowly rotating her hips and drawing a harsh rasp from Rogan.

  Quinn nuzzled her neck, his hands inscribing the same circles in the air. “I suggest you don’t tease him much longer, kitten, or you might find your positions reversed.”