“Incredible sex,” Leon said, dropping his arms to his side when she apparently interrupted his focus. Within a split second, the effervescence disappeared and Leon frowned. “I wanted to show you our future, so you’ll readily accept our fates. There’s no reason to fight what you’re feeling. It’s natural. The chemistry you’ll have with me will mirror the connection you and Jagger already have.”
“That’s impossible,” she whispered.
“He’s telling you the truth,” Jagger said calmly.
“Why aren’t you upset about this?” Ariela glared at him. “I’d claw a woman’s eyes out if she so much as touched you inappropriately.”
“There’s nothing he can do to stop it, Ariela. You’ll need me as much as I’ll need you. Jagger will crave seeing us together.”
“That’s impossible,” Ariela said.
“Is it?” Leon asked, throwing his arms forward.
Another racket resounded as light-purple hues filled the space in front of them. There were four lions relaxing on boulders, and she instantly called them out by name. “Jagger, Leon, Sanchez, and Lane.” She gasped. “How do I know that?”
“How do you know what?” Jagger asked, trying to pull her away from the iridescent stage.
“I know my mates’ names.”
* * * *
The lions vanished. Four men appeared. Two were definitely Leon and Jagger. The other two she didn’t recognize, but they were just as magnificent as the fellows in her presence.
“This can’t be.” Her breasts were fuller now. Her body trembled as her season made her feverish, the longing now stimulating her more than before, her curiosity driving her as much as her need for intimacy.
In the fantasy Leon had created, Leon pushed her to the ground, took her hips in his large hands and thrust inside her. The pounding was fantastic. She could hear the sounds of sex, the rowdy thumping as he plunged inside her pussy and claimed his space inside her walls. Her muscles tightened, released, and then tightened once more.
“I can feel him,” she whispered, no longer ashamed of how she responded to him. She could literally sense his cock swelling inside her, the stretch of his barbed head scraping against her walls.
It was like a wet dream, only wetter and wilder than any other fantasy she’d ever known. Not only could she watch as if she were part of the audience, but she could also feel the ramifications of the steamy and passionate love scenes while observing their impact on the other players as well.
Leon threw his head back and growled aloud. Jagger, not the image of Jagger but the man beside her, stepped forward. “I’ve never seen you so aroused.”
He was talking about the fantasy, not the reality. And his statement pissed her off all the more when he turned back to the cavern of pleasure and added, “Watch, Ariela. Watch how you move for us.” He took a ragged breath. “You’ve never wanted sex any more than you want it there. Watch and learn, kitten.”
“Watch and learn?” She stamped her foot. “I can assure you, I do not need lessons—and before this…this damn know-it-all showed up here, you didn’t seem to think so!” She glared at both of them. “For the record, I’ve never been so horny in my life.” She marched by Leon about the time he dropped his arms. The fantasy of the three of them vanished again. “And you?” She glared down her nose at that thick cockhead making an impression in Leon’s pants. “I’m glad you think you know so much about me. I’m honored you spent a great deal of time fantasizing about me. Really, I am. But if you’ll excuse me...” She glanced back at Jagger and sneered. “I have a vibrator in my room, and I’m about to rev it up for one hell of a cause.”
Leon snarled. “I don’t think so, vixen. If anyone strokes the kitty now, it’ll be me.”
* * * *
“Jagger warned you I was anything but romantic,” Leon said, staring at his bound mate. After she left them outside, he had pursued her.
Carnal needs coursed through his veins as he locked his arms around her waist and threw her onto the bed. He wasn’t gentle. He couldn’t do gentle, and as he clasped her wrists above her head and held her to the mattress, he could see what the rough play earned him.
Ariela’s high cheeks flushed. Her full and moist lips parted, and he fed from them as if her kiss alone would still the raging hunger, quiet the cravings her body had fueled.
He deepened the kiss, leisurely swirling his tongue inside her mouth, savoring her taste and the way her hips shot off the bed as she ground her pussy against his cock. She humped with fervor as the passion between them spiraled out of control.
He didn’t wait for Jagger, yet he knew his old friend had entered the room. He unzipped his slacks, pulled his cock from his trousers, and gripped his stiff size, pumping his meaty erection through a loose fist.
Ariela broke free of his grip and reached for him then. Their mouths parted and she pulled at his cock, her lips trembling with each stout yank.
“That’s my sweet mate,” he crooned, his eyes nearly rolling in the back of his head.
In his peripheral, Leon spotted Jagger taking a seat on the sofa, splaying his legs and watching over them. Leon lowered his cock to her entrance. Ariela whimpered as the head parted her pussy lips.
There was no cause for pause then. He breached her channel with a full-throttled thrust, and moaned as the tight clench of her cunt wrapped around his shaft.
“Ah God,” he crooned, gripping her forearm at his side and hammering forward.
He formed an instant addiction to her heat as he claimed her, taking his time to stroke each and every muscle, working his hips from side to side as he long-fucked her with a forceful penetration. God help him, he’d never wanted anything more than he’d craved this moment, their fated union.
She whimpered as he quickened his strokes. Her fingernails raked across his chest and he roared in aggression, unable to still the beast inside him, the impossible urges welling at the base of his dick, heating his scrotum until he was certain to erupt, ready for that powerful blow.
He pummeled her with deeper thrusts, driving harder with a faster delivery. Her cunt quivered and he dropped his head to her breasts, dragging his tongue over those perky points until she moaned and begged him for more, pleaded for harder and faster strokes.
Instead he slowed his pursuit, swearing off the need to empty his spill for fear he would end too soon, take more than he needed before he was ready to surrender the sweetest of fights, the most challenging of struggles.
“Ariela,” Jagger called out her name.
She averted her gaze and Leon pulled out again, leaving her to look at her familiar mate while he bought himself another moment of control and postponed the end, the climax that would not only rock his world, but inevitably change who he was as man and beast.
He was now a mate to his lioness, a man to a woman who needed more than one attentive lover in her bed.
“Love him, Ariela.”
Her head slowly turned, and her eyes shone with the compassion and acceptance Leon needed. He jerked her forward and rolled with her, forcing her to straddle him.
Her head fell back. A wave of golden locks cascaded across her shoulders.
Leon focused on Ariela, seeing her as the epitome of perfection. Her peaked nipples were as rare as the finest diamonds. Their exquisite gemstone-shape made his mouth water, and he threw his arm behind his back and rose to a seated position, pushing his face against her breast and devouring one of her nipples.
Her voice echoed with pleasure-filled whimpers. Her tiny fingernails raked across his scalp. He glanced up at her then and caught her staring at him, looking on with a mix of pain and pleasure stamped upon her beautiful face.
“Fuck me, Ariela,” he demanded, lying back and curving his arm around his head. “Ride me, vixen. Show me how a woman in heat uses her mate and pleases her man.”
Chapter Six
The throb of Leon’s cock brought a multitude of sensations as Ariela sprea
d her legs wider and rode out the first orgasm with her new lover. He watched her curiously as she undulated over him, losing her control as she fucked him for pleasure, rode his cock for her own selfish desires.
She couldn’t wait any longer. She folded her arms across her chest and hugged her middle, throwing her head from side to side as her nipples rubbed against her forearms. The friction made her crazy and she instantly unlocked her arms, finding more empowerment than she ever dreamt possible as Leon stared at her hands.
“Pinch your nipples,” he demanded, throwing his weight forward. His cock punctured her walls once more and she jerked with the impalement.
His upper body never moved and she felt as if she were a wild woman, a sexual creature using and abusing a male form there for her pleasure, present in her bed for one goal and purpose—to service her, to breed.
The thought further drove her as he stabbed his cock inside her with sudden and forceful thrusts. Her walls quivered. Her nipples ached. Her body was thrown forward then as he increased speed by bending his knees and flattening his feet on the bed.
The forceful pounding left her swinging one way and then another. A wicked smile framed his lips, but he still wouldn’t move that damn muscular arm of his, bulging with muscles and flexing with too much damn control. His hooded eyes followed hers but he never once touched her, yet she felt a multitude of hot and cold sensations running up and down her belly, coating her breasts, and kissing her skin.
“Ride me, lover,” he whispered. “Fuck me all night long, Ariela.”
“Come,” she pleaded. “Please come.”
She wanted his release splashing inside her walls. She needed his cum filling her channel as he stamped her with his seed and left her begging for another round. Yes, she wanted a night filled with new loving, fresh adventures, an unexpected new beginning with a second mate she’d never expected to find, let alone fuck in front of Jagger.
She tore her gaze away from Leon and studied her mate, the man who had loved her for more than half her life. To her surprise, he was watching with keen interest, pumping his cock up and down as he watched her fuck another lover, another man claiming her as his mate.
“That’s right, kitten,” Jagger crooned. “Come for us again. Show us how pretty you are when you enjoy yourself, Ariela.”
Tossing her head back then, Ariela had fully expected to take her plunge into ecstasy all alone again. Instead, Leon roared out a passionate plea, bracketed his arm around her waist and fucked her senseless, thrusting inside her again and again until her cries met his. Their bodies came together in a turbulent finish as the end marked the beginning of another round of seemingly endless fucking.
Sometime later, Jagger joined them, and Ariela lay between his splayed legs. Her upper body was supported by two pillows. She rose to her elbows and gripped his familiar cock. She smoothed her lips over his cockhead, dragging them back and forth until he grabbed a handful of hair and held her firmly against his rigid length.
At the same time, Leon clutched her hips and spread her cheeks. He ran his moistened finger down the seam of her ass, wiggling the digit between her cheeks as if he needed to pry her globes apart.
Jagger thrust between her lips then. His cock thrummed across her tongue, and Leon’s finger found its mark. Breaching her hole, he thrust inside her. His hand bumped against her bottom as he stretched her. Shards of electrifying sensations shot through her anus and Leon lodged another digit inside her passage.
Bucking against Leon, she opened her mouth and consumed Jagger’s length. There was something profoundly erotic about their positioning, and she couldn’t help but appreciate and savor Jagger’s familiar taste while welcoming the strange and new touch from another lover, too.
Leon’s fingers slipped away from her, and he shifted his weight behind her. Now towering over her back, he pressed his long, strong cock against her lower back and whispered at her ear, “Suck his cock to your throat, vixen.”
Ariela muttered against Jagger’s length. Staring into her mate’s hooded eyes, she slurped his cockhead, twirling her tongue around the crest. With a powerful suction, she drew him to the back of her throat and used her reflexes to massage his head.
“You look gorgeous, kitten,” Jagger crooned, tightening his grip on her head. He guided her over his cock, forcing her head up and down with his uneven strokes.
“Beautiful,” Leon said, smoothing his hand across her ass.
When Leon moved behind her again, she stilled against Jagger. Her cunt clenched. Her nipples ached. Her asshole was on fire as she anticipated the first impalement, that first claiming, the initial penetration destined to leave her bucking against her new and talented lover.
She could almost see Leon’s wicked smile as he pushed his cockhead against her rear passage. He worked his dick between her cheeks, giving her one inch at a time. Her pussy pulsed as Leon crept inside her, filling her with his perfect size.
Jagger guided her head over his cock, pushing his thick erection deep inside her mouth and tapping her throat with an even pace.
Her nerve endings seemingly split and scattered as Leon pumped inside her bottom. “There you go, doll. Mmm….yes.”
“That’s right. Squeeze me, honey.” Jagger’s cock twitched between her cheeks, thumping harder now as his balls slapped at her chin.
The men used synchronized thrusts as they took her without reservations, with a clear loss of control. They pounded her with their cocks, pummeled her with their heavy shafts.
With a sudden pop, Ariela released Jagger. “I need to come.”
“Then come,” Jagger whispered, stroking her cheek.
“I can’t.” She gasped as she recognized her wants, the desires she acknowledged verbally when she said, “I need you both inside me.”
“Your needs are our needs,” Leon assured her, pushing the weight of his cock deep inside her asshole one last time.
He backed out of her carefully, rolled off the bed and made his way to the bathroom. Instead of waiting on Leon to return, Ariela stuffed her fingers inside her pussy, and went at Jagger’s cock as if she fully intended to consume a meal and taste every drop of his tantalizing male flavor.
Chapter Seven
Leon hurriedly cleaned himself, then reentered the bedroom. He noticed the awkward positioning as Ariela fucked herself with a fast hand, forcing her fingers inside her pussy as she greedily consumed Jagger’s length.
Jagger held her by the hair, guiding her over his cock as he threw his head back and roared in pleasure, panting and jerking as he filled her cheeks with his release. He fell against the mattress, temporarily spent.
Leon fixated on Ariela’s pussy and she added another finger. Gripping the bedpost, she seemed unaware of her audience. She stared down the length of her body and forced her fingers in and out of her cunt, thrusting for her release, unabashedly stroking her heat as if she alone could bring about extraordinary pleasure and reach a climax without the help of a masculine touch.
Leon went to her then. Waiting until her body stilled, he jerked her hand from her pussy and sucked her fingers, savoring her taste as her spices doused his tongue.
Their gazes met and held. He swirled his tongue around her middle finger, drawing the slender digit between his lips until she was breathless. Her mouth slowly opened and he cupped her neck, drawing her into a ravenous kiss. He took her lips and savored their connection, dipping his hand under her feminine heat and supporting her back when she fell against him. With her body at an angle, he thrust his fingers inside her and pushed against her hips.
His mouth covered her entrance and he thrust again, driving his fingers deep inside her pussy as he licked her folds, consuming those succulent juices as they slipped from her cunt and coated his lips with her spicy rich release. Her body wilted then and her climax dampened his mouth and chin.
He withdrew his fingers and licked his way into the heart of her pussy, locking his tongue inside her passage
and enjoying the way her walls closed around his intimate kiss.
“Leon,” she breathed, her body writhing in his arms.
Committed to his cause, Leon remained at an angle. He swiped at her center until she rose and fell again. Her bottom clenched in his hands. He shoved her mound against his face and showered her with the kind of oral loving none of them would soon forget.
When she collapsed in his arms, he lowered her to the mattress and nodded at Jagger, now stroking his cock. “It’s time for the boys to have some fun.”
Ariela couldn’t agree more.
Her mating season was as hot as a Saturday afternoon in the middle of a Mississippi dry spell.
While pleasuring herself had brought with it scores of benefits, given the enticing expressions worn by her mates, she had yet to find a level of completion that would send her into a restful sleep. When Jagger and Leon rose above her, she couldn’t lie on her back or spread her legs fast enough, and there was no question of positioning in her mind.
She’d watched the images as they’d materialized in front of her when Leon had given them a glimpse into the future, inside a fantastical illusion he alone had created while inspiring the best of willing bodies and like minds. Sprawled out in front of them, Ariela wasn’t apprehensive at all. In fact, she couldn’t wait to feel them pounding inside her, claiming and loving her together as her fated mates, as the two men who would soon willingly share her with two others as well.
Shivering at the thought, she pushed aside thoughts of the future. She didn’t want to spoil this moment. She wasn’t about to ruin this monumental event. She didn’t want to dampen their fun, oh no, but she definitely wanted to rain on their parade!
“Spread wider.” Leon shoved her legs apart and draped his large leg over her right thigh. Jagger did the same on the opposite side.
The men lined up their penises, acting as if they weren’t at all interested in measuring up length and width. Ariela smirked at the thought as Jagger blushed, apparently wise to the fact that Leon had him by at least an inch.
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