by Hart, Sadie
Tegan dumped her in the backseat and tossed him the keys. Kanon watched as his partner scooted in over her, shutting the door behind him. Goddamn, he didn’t want to drive. He wanted to be back there, pressing down between her thighs right with Tegan.
Except, Krystal Kandi was a non-shifter bar and the cops would be all over this with fresh Hounds after him. Hounds he didn’t need, especially not for something as stupid as indecent exposure. Heck, even at a shifter club someone would have taken offense to two lions rutting in the back seat with a Hound.
Kanon slid into the driver’s seat and gunned the engine. Tegan lifted his head from the backseat, “Hurry or you’re missing round one.”
“Fucking bastard,” he muttered, but he drove.
“You will not,” Lennox said, but her voice hitched over the last word and Kanon flicked his gaze to the rearview mirror to see one rounded breast plucked free of her shirt and bra, the dark pink of her nipple rolled between Tegan’s fingertips. Her back arched and Kanon almost swerved off the road.
“Not fair. I’m going to crash the car at this rate.”
“Shh,” Tegan whispered. “You’re distracting him. Let’s see how quiet you can be.”
Kanon’s gaze flicked back just as Tegan sucked a breast into his mouth and Lennox lashed out, one hand gripping his seat. Oh, fuck. He locked his gaze on the road and pressed down harder on the gas, praying like hell they didn’t get pulled over.
Chapter Twelve
Tegan sucked her breast deeper, pressing her nipple against the roof of his mouth and Lennox bit down on her bottom lip so she couldn’t scream. She heard Kanon’s rough groan, followed by Tegan’s low chuckle and he rubbed his tongue back and forth over the sensitive peak. She rocked against him, her legs wrapping around his waist.
She didn’t want to wait. She wanted to reach a hand between them, flick open his jeans and let him thrust inside her here and now. But Kanon. She squeezed her eyes shut on a soft moan. This wasn’t fair. This was exactly what she’d been scared of. How was she supposed to take care of two men? It wasn’t going to happen.
Tegan’s lips broke off from her breast, finding the curve of her neck, and then her ear and he nipped over the earlobe. Soft, teasing. “He wants you so goddamned bad.” He wrapped a hand around her breast, holding it up as if to let the whole world see. “So do I.”
A desperate whine slid from her before she could stop it.
“Lennox, if you’re going to back out, do it now. Do it before Kanon parks this car, because the moment we get you home you’re ours. Deal?”
Ours. The word hung between them and she glanced at Kanon, his white knuckled grip on the steering wheel. He glanced back at her through the rearview mirror, nothing but want in his eyes. Not jealousy. She looked back at Tegan, as patient as ever. Waiting. Trust them.
“Yes.”
For once, she didn’t want to analyze that. She didn’t want to wonder how a top Hound, and a ridgeback no less, was going to hand herself over and let two lion-shifters have their way with her. She just wanted to get there already, strip them all naked and let them fuck her senseless. And she definitely didn’t want to analyze how it would work. But it would. One look between the two of them and she knew it would.
Tegan nipped over her pulse, soothing the mark with his tongue as he pulled away. “Tell me what you want, more than anything out of tonight.”
She squeezed down on his shoulders, arching against him as she rode against his jeans, against him. She would really rather not analyze that either.
“Lennox.”
The car jerked to a stop at a stop sign and she rolled her gaze to meet Kanon’s again. A shudder worked through her so hard it almost drove her over the edge.
“Both of you.” She swallowed, but she didn’t look away. Instead she flicked her gaze between them both, locking eye contact every time. “At the same time.”
“Good,” Tegan murmured.
The car lurched forward again, racing under the press of Kanon’s foot and Tegan grabbed her hands pinning them against the door above her head, the glass felt cool against her knuckles. A strange contrast to the burning heat of his palm against her wrists.
“Please.” The word was out of her mouth before she could stop it. Lennox sucked in a sharp breath of air, but she wasn’t about to take it back. Instead she exhaled on another soft plea. “Tegan.”
“I can’t, not yet,” he whispered. “Kanon really might crash us.”
“Besides, we’re almost there.” Kanon sounded strained and she wanted to reach out, to run a hand down his side. He jolted, as if she’d touched him, and the car sped faster. “Wait five goddamned seconds, Lennox. I’m going to fuck you both on the goddamned foyer for making me drive.”
The car screeched to a stop, Kanon’s seatbelt whirred off as he jerked the keys out of the ignition. He was out of the car and had the back door opened before Tegan could even pull her shirt back down over her breasts. Kanon hauled Tegan out, flattened him against the car and kissed him. The metal strained under their weight and Lennox lay there, watching as Kanon shoved his hand through Tegan’s hair and yanked the other man’s head back, baring the Tegan’s throat to him.
Kanon raked teeth over the sensitive bulge of Tegan’s Adam’s apple, a low keen rousing from Tegan as he sagged against the car. “Damn you,” Kanon muttered, then he let his partner go and reached for her.
He dragged her towards the house and up the front steps, Tegan on their trail. Kanon swung the door open and set her over the banister, leaning her back over the basement stairs. He pressed between her thighs as Tegan shut the door behind them.
“I could take you here,” Kanon whispered against her neck. “If I scooted you close enough to the top of the stairs, I could take you from the front while Tegan took you from behind, with you dangling over the edge.”
Tegan slid up behind him, and Lennox watched as Kanon shuddered. “Or you could take her right there, with me shoving into you from behind. Both are win-win if you ask me.”
Lennox almost laughed at their enthusiasm, all her fears melting away. It would work. With renewed faith, she felt herself smile. Still, there was no way they were doing anything over the stairs, at least, not yet. She ran a hand over Kanon’s face, then past his to Tegan’s. “How about we try less death defying positions first? I’d rather not get screwed so hard you dump me backwards down the stairs.”
“No fun, honey.”
Suddenly brave, she leaned forward and nipped Kanon over his pulse. “I’m sure we’ll find plenty of fun elsewhere. Like the bed.”
“So mundane.”
Kanon lifted her off the rail, and turned, a zipper whirring open behind her. Then Tegan’s hands found her hips and he nipped over the back of her neck. “How much do you like these underwear?”
A shiver darted through her as he slipped a finger between her thighs, drawing the tip along the wet cotton of her panties. Then he slipped a finger inside, his knuckles running over the wet sensitive skin and she cried out, arching against Kanon. Her nails dug into his shoulders, her head lolled back, and Kanon scraped teeth and tongue over her throat.
“Tegan,” she groaned, his second hand slipping down to join his first. Massaging the back of her thighs, slipping up until both of his hands were wet with her juices.
Fabric snapped in a violent jerk of his hands and she gasped, pleasure spilling through her so hard and fast she bucked between them both as the promise of an orgasm jolted through her, little electric shocks of pleasure tingling through every pore in her body. So damn close.
“Be right back,” Tegan murmured, slipping two fingers up into her briefly and then he was gone, striding down the hall as if she weren’t about to explode.
He had to be kidding her. She needed him, them both, now. A frantic mewl poured out of her as she rocked against Kanon, no doubt soaking the front of his jeans as she thrust against the hard length of his shaft. The seam of his jeans rode over her clit, the pressure an exquisite t
orture that drove her on harder, faster.
“Tegan!” he bellowed out, fingers digging into her ass as she bucked against him.
“Oh, God,” she cried out, digging her nails into his shoulder harder with the violent need coursing through her. Just a little bit more, a little bit... A cool, gel covered finger touched her ass and Kanon’s hands flexed, drawing her cheeks apart as Tegan slipped a lubed finger along her crack.
“Relax,” he murmured, dipping up to the first knuckle inside her. “Just keep rocking against Kanon; he won’t come till we’re ready.”
Kanon gave a strangled sound, probably to protest, but Lennox leaned her head down to kiss him. Wild, unfettered and he thrust against her, just as frantic.
Slow, exquisite pleasure stretched her from behind and Lennox shuddered at the feel of Tegan, gently probing, exploring. It was almost too much, the orgasm too close, then he slowly inched in a third and she screamed, thrashing against them both as pleasure wracked through her so hard and fast she couldn’t stop it.
Kanon growled against her shoulder, teeth skimming along the crook of her neck, but he held back, his cock still straining rock-hard against his jeans. How the fuck he managed it, she didn’t have a clue. Lennox collapsed against him, little tremors of aftershock still running through her when she felt Tegan pull away.
A foil packet tore and she closed her eyes, shuddering as a rubbered head poked at the tight, puckered hole of her ass. Every slight fraction Tegan eased into her, he ground her against Kanon, drawing strangled whimpers of need through them both.
“Shh,” Tegan murmured against her back.
Her body stretched to take him from behind, pain and pleasure melding together. This Tegan’s hips touched hers, her ass resting against the soft curls of hair at his groin. Strong hands wrapped under her thighs, holding her to him, and Lennox gave a low cry.
She’d never, ever experienced anything like this. It was almost too much. Stretched to the point of pain and need and pleasure...
“Go ahead, Kanon,” Tegan ground out.
Then Kanon stepped away and Lennox cried out, reaching for him, but Tegan held her fast, still buried inside her ass. Kanon’s zipper whirred and she watched through hazy eyes as he grabbed a condom from the box, the foil packet tearing.
He was gorgeous. The thick, red head nearly purple with need. Veins ran down the underside of his cock and Lennox wanted to lick down the length of them when they were done.
“Kanon,” she croaked and he flashed her a predatory smile.
“Like me to hurry?” He slid the condom easily over his cock and moved towards them with a slow, cocky confidence that made lust curl low in her belly.
“Fuck me, both of you,” she whispered arching back so that Tegan sank into her deeper. Her body angled towards Kanon and she waited, the head of his cock toying at her entrance. Kanon eased in, every bit as slowly as his partner. Smaller than her last boyfriend, but together, they stretched her past anything she’d thought was possible. Too much, way too much.
She opened her mouth to tell them when Kanon’s lips found hers, his kiss heated with want and she relaxed around him, his cock slipping easily in the rest of the way. Tegan gave a strangled groan from behind her, his breath burning against the back of her neck. They moved together, holding her up.
Lennox clamped her hands down around Kanon’s shoulders. There would be no letting him go, either of them go. “Move damn you, both of you.”
A ragged chuckle stole from them both before they shifted, slightly out and then thrusting in tandem back into her. Pleasure shook through her, igniting every nerve until she was nothing more than a blazing inferno. The rocked in her, short, shallow thrusts that rubbed the lengths of their cocks so deep in her, she could have sworn they were touching.
She wondered if they could feel each other and the thought barreled through her in a violent wave. They picked up pace, drawing further out only to thrust back in, grunting as they rocked her between them. Kanon scored teeth over her breast as Tegan found a bare spot on her shoulder. Teeth snared over her flesh, even as the climax built inside her.
Low at first, then burning brighter and brighter. Each thrust and buck from the three of them growing more frantic, wild. Lennox clawed at Kanon, her head tossed back as she growled low in her throat. Possessed. They were hers. Hers to protect, to love, to fuck.
“Harder,” she begged and Tegan thrust sharply up into her from behind, grinding her hips against Kanon’s, the hair over his groin abrading her clit and she shattered between them.
Clutching desperately to keep herself from falling, Lennox could do nothing but ride out the waves, one after the other. Tremors skittered down her spine and they thrust again. Kanon came first, jerking inside her as he suddenly stilled. Tegan came a second later, his hands tight around her waist as he scored her back with his teeth again, a snarl lifting from both of them in a mark of stark possession.
Lennox screamed, thrashing against them as a second orgasm rocked through her, curling her toes. Violent shudder after shudder rocked through her until she’d milked them both dry and there was nothing left to her. They held her for a moment, still inside her, their heads resting on either side of her shoulders. Kanon laid a gentle kiss above her breast before slipping out of her, Tegan following a second later. Her body clung to them, wet sounds sucking at their cocks as she tried to hold them in. Then they were gone. She felt bare.
Empty.
They eased her to the ground, her legs shaky beneath her, but together they kept her from falling. Lennox leaned back against Tegan, his strong arms sliding around her waist just as Kanon leaned across her to brush a kiss against his partner’s lips. She didn’t argue when Kanon reached past her to Tegan’s hips, leading them both towards the bedroom. He flicked back the covers on the bed.
They trashed their condoms and then stretched out next to her, cradling her between their bodies. Lennox closed her eyes and listened to the steady thrum of their breathing. Hypnotic and if she wasn’t careful, she might not want to leave. She peeked out from under her lashes, her gaze trailing down Kanon’s chest. They both had the typical scars from shifter brawls, but there was a star shaped mass of white scar tissue on his left hip.
Lennox ran a fingertip over it and he flinched, eyes flicking open at her touch.
“Where’d you get that?”
The muscle in his jaw leapt, and for a second she thought he wouldn’t answer. But a grim smile twisted his lips before he whispered, “Car accident. I was fifteen.”
His Adam’s apple jumped as he swallowed. “The same one that killed my mother.”
Oh. She hadn’t known. Lennox traced the ridges of the scar. He’d been fifteen when he’d lost his mother? Ouch. She fought not to cringe at the thought. “So your father...” she let the words fall away.
“Doesn’t even know I exist. Prefer to keep it that way.” Kanon’s shoulders lifted in a small shrug. “I spent a few years in the shifter foster care system, getting into trouble with Hounds before I bailed a little before my eighteenth birthday.”
She’d seen his record. He’d been a brawler through his juvenile record, so it hadn’t been that far of a stretch to picture him going haywire on a Hound in a bar. Heck, if Tegan hadn’t been so adamant, she never would have given Kanon a chance. A shifter with a history was almost always one with a future record. Especially in lions.
She nodded. “I saw your record. One of the reasons I expected the worst.”
Tegan sighed against the back of her neck, curling closer until his body spooned against hers. “You’d have waltzed him behind those bars and that would have been it.”
The words fell like a stone in her stomach, hard and pained. There’d have been no saving Kanon the moment he stepped into the local Shifter Town Enforcement office. There still might not be, with whatever asshole framing him.
Normally, she’d have been ruthless, dragging every scrap of information she could garner out of them both. But she didn’t want t
hat hanging over them tonight. Not with the edge of pleasure still simmering beneath her skin, her body damn near liquid with the aftershocks of sex. Instead she tilted her head back to peek at Tegan over her shoulder. “What about you?”
His grin was pure wild, bad boy. “Ah honey, I was a good ole boy. Straight A’s and a football jock. My pa and my older bros were expecting me to team up with them for our little small town pride.”
“But you didn’t.” That much was obvious, him laying here with Kanon and all.
“Spring Break happened,” Kanon murmured over a chuckle.
“Spring Break and Kanon. I was having myself a good ole time—the best I’d had in a long while—when one of the girls I’d been eyeing that night asked if I was up for a three way. I thought it was with another chick.”
“It wasn’t.” Lennox pursed her lips, her stomach doing an uneasy flop.
Tegan nodded. “Yeah, turns out she’d already made plans with one lion and thought she might like to try two.”
Oh God. That was how people got killed. Waitresses in shifter restaurants knew better than to put a single plate of food down at a lion table—every lion needed an individual appetizer plate. Lions didn’t share well in their prides; they sure as hell didn’t share well out of them. Lennox had handled more than one case where a pair of lion males had gouged each other up pretty badly, all because some clueless woman hadn’t known what she was getting into.
“Was she human?”
“Nah.” Kanon said. “Coyote. Still didn’t know a damned thing though.”
“I admit. There were a few tense seconds with us both standing there in the room eyeing each other, neither happy about the other one being there. She kept trying to smooth things over, laughing at her own joke.” He grimaced. “I wanted to wring her scrawny little neck.”
“You and me both,” Kanon said. “But I was pretty impressed he hadn’t launched himself across the room at me, and without a coalition of my own I was running solo. I didn’t know if he had backup that would be up there on a roar.”
