Tangle Tails

by Jane Jamison

  The fading light coming through the slats in the barn covered her with an ethereal glow. If he hadn’t been aching for her to the point of being painful, he might have stepped away to study her beauty. But times of reverence would have to wait until later.

  When we’re out of here.

  He refused to think otherwise. To do so would be to give in. To do so would be the same as sealing her fate.

  He deepened his kiss, holding the back of her head. Gently, with his brothers helping to support her, he laid her on the ground. Holding his body over hers, he looked into her eyes.

  “You deserve so much more than here.” He swallowed, suddenly ashamed that he couldn’t free her. “You deserve a big, fluffy bed with soft sheets. You deserve a huge room filled with flowers. Hell, you deserve a mansion, a castle in a land free from danger.”

  Charlie knelt next to her. “He’s right. This isn’t what we wanted for you.”

  Mars simply hung his head, sadness filling his features.

  She touched Win’s cheek as she looked from one to the other. “I only need you. All of you. You’re more than I deserve, more than I could have ever hoped for.”

  Win’s heart broke, splitting into two parts, one part filled with guilt for not giving her so much more, the other filled so full of his love for her that it couldn’t hold it all. “I love you, baby.”

  “I love you, too, sugar.”

  “No more than I love you,” added Mars.

  Her eyes glistened with unshed tears. Tears that were made happy by her sweet smile.

  Win kissed her again then traveled his way down to lightly kiss her nipples, treasuring them as though they were snowflakes that would dissolve into nothingness if he kissed them too hard. Slipping his hand between her legs, he was delighted, albeit not surprised, to find her weeping with need. He continued his downward trek, pressing loving kisses along her stomach, over the soft rise until, at last, he hovered above her mons. He drew in her scent, closing his eyes as he did, and committed it to memory. If he died at Kit’s hands, his last memory would be of Joy’s beautiful scent.

  She moaned and opened herself to him. After drawing in another breath, he put his face between her legs and knew he’d found Nirvana. Still gentle, even though his lion wanted anything but for him to be gentle, he moved her folds apart, relished looking at her pinkness, then dove in. She lifted her hips, bringing herself to him, as he lashed his tongue along her slit then up to circle her clit. She cried out, and although he knew his brothers were pleasuring her with their hands and mouths, she was still only his, all his.

  When we’re out of here.

  It was a pledge and a vow he made again for the both of them. He would plan for a future but keep his mind in the present, enjoying what she gave him now.

  * * * *

  If the place had been different, if the time had been another time, Mars could’ve watched Win with their new mate and been satisfied, knowing he’d have her soon. Perhaps with his brothers or perhaps alone. Time would give them many options. But for now, he’d have her. Both because he wanted her so badly that he would break apart if he didn’t take her and because he wouldn’t miss out on what could possibly be their last moments together.

  No. There will be more times. Better times.

  He refused to believe the future wouldn’t be theirs.

  He fondled her breasts as Win pressed his face between her legs and made her whimper. She rocked her hips up and down, encouraging his brother where no encouragement was needed. Watching his brother eat her up then looking at her lust-fogged eyes made his cock hurt even more. He twisted her nipples then flicked them and watched as each movement produced a different expression.

  His brother had been right. She deserved so much more than being taken on a dirt floor. But for now, it was all they could give her. If—no, when—they were free, he’d do his best to give her everything her heart desired. Until then…

  Her hand wrapped around his cock, startling him. When her blue gaze locked onto his, he saw what she wanted. Yet giving her his cock would mean he’d be lost and probably wouldn’t get to feel her pussy or her dark, tight hole wrapped around his dick. He hesitated, remembering how amazing her mouth had felt closed around his cock.

  She moaned, her gaze still meeting his. Brushing her hair, he gave her his cock. He sucked in a silent breath. Her mouth felt incredible around his length. Her tongue circling around it then pressing the back of her tongue against the tip of his cock almost sent him over the edge.

  He’d have her pussy. Still, having her suck on him, watching her cheeks hollow then release was beyond perfect. He let out a small growl of ecstasy.

  * * * *

  Charlie had never seen anything as enticing, joyous, or sensual in his entire life as the sight of his brothers enjoying their mate. He’d held back, wanting to watch, wanting to remember, but he couldn’t hold back any longer. He was a shifter, yes, but he was still only a man. What man could resist such a sight?

  He caressed her hair, her neck, and her shoulders. Slipping his hands lower, he reveled at the smooth silkiness of her pale skin. Over her arm then down her side, pausing before he moved up and around her hip. He didn’t speak. None of them did. It was as though words might break the mystical spell they were under.

  Win looked up at him, his mouth wet with her juices. Charlie sent him an unspoken question, a request he knew his brother wouldn’t refuse.

  He didn’t speak. None of them did. It was as though words might break the mystical spell they were under.

  Getting onto his knees, Win eased Joy onto her side. She shifted easily, never losing hold over Mars’ cock. Wrapping a leg around his waist then bending his body to the angle, Win put his cock to her pussy and thrust inside her. He looked to Charlie, his jaw set but the message clear.

  Charlie nodded his thanks then lay down behind her. She was all whimpers and moans now, her body reacting to the plunges of his brothers. Putting his hand between her butt cheeks, he found her tight rings and pushed two fingers inside the darkness. Again, she moaned, the sound reverberating through her.

  And then he was inside and the world whirled around him. Having a part of her body enclosing a part of his was beyond description. Sensations whipped through him like lightning striking the top of a man’s head to singe its way down to his toes. He moaned and worked his hips, easily at first, until his lion took over and demanded he thrust into her harder and harder. He wouldn’t be able to hold his release long. But then again, would forever be long enough?

  * * * *

  The sensation of having the three men she loved, their cocks inside her body, was heaven on earth. If the world was going to end for them, then she prayed it would end a moment after they climaxed.

  Sex wasn’t the correct word for what they shared. She doubted that the right word existed in any language. They made her feel special, sexy, wanted, and, most important of all, loved. What more would she ever need?

  Mars’ cock was huge, but she did her best to take it all in. What she couldn’t fit into her mouth, she stroked, reveling in the length of his cock and the weight of his balls. She sucked then lightly nibbled, earning his satisfied moans and growls. He tunneled his fingers into her hair, making her feel calm yet turned on. He fondled her breasts then pinched sweet stings of pain into them. Back and forth he rocked, doing as much of the work for her as he could.

  When she felt him tighten up, she held him harder, refusing to let him take his cock from her mouth. She’d drink as much of his seed as she could.

  Until then, she’d make his brother come, too.

  She tightened her pussy walls around Win’s cock. His quick intake of air told her he’d felt it and liked it. Even the slight pause in his plunges told her. Then he was back, shoving his cock deeper into her, his grip on her leg digging his fingers into her flesh. The sweet slapping noise of their flesh pounding against each other was music to her ears.

  When she felt him pause again then release a small moan,
she knew he was ready. She tightened her vaginal walls around him even tighter, determined to keep his seed inside her.

  Charlie.

  She couldn’t see him, not without turning Mars’ cock free, but she could feel his massive body working against hers. She could feel the slap of his balls against her ass. And she could hear his breathing, quicker now, signaling his impending release.

  Charlie slapped her ass then gripped it. He pushed against her, driving his cock inside her deeper. She wasn’t surprised when she felt his body tense and reached from behind her to squeeze her breast.

  Come for me, Charlie.

  As though on cue, he did, growling then pulling out of her. She let out a small cry of disappointment that he would pull away, spilling his seed elsewhere. His body was still shuddering when he leaned over her and kissed her on the cheek. And then he was gone, moved away.

  She moaned again, complaining once more when Win and Mars took their cocks from her. Had she done something wrong? Yet before she could ask, Mars took her by the arms and pulled her on top of him. His cock slid easily into her slick pussy. A smug look covered his face as he covered both breasts with his huge hands and thrust into her, bouncing her again and again.

  Leaning over her back, Win kissed her on her neck then put his cock to her anus. A slap on her ass accompanied the thrust of his cock inside her anus.

  Don’t pull out like your brother did, she silently ordered. Yet she wouldn’t speak. Somehow she understood that their silence was, indeed, golden.

  Caught between the two of them, she tensed up, tightening her hold on them. She wanted to hold them forever and, at the same time, bring both of them a glorious release. Closing her eyes, she imagined their lions, snarling as they took their mate.

  They pounded at her, pushing her from both sides. Her gaze lifted to find Charlie leaning against the bars, his hand working his cock fast. She watched, fascinated, as he groaned out a second release.

  Was it because Charlie had come twice? Or was it her holding their cocks inside her as hard as she could? Perhaps it was both as Win and Mars slammed into her one last time then turned their climaxes free.

  Was it because they were shaking through their orgasms? Or perhaps it was simply that she could no longer hold back the rush flowing through her with no direction left to go except outward? Again, perhaps it was both.

  She screamed as her orgasm tore at her, demanding that she lose all thought, ridding her body of what little strength she had left. As their warm seed filled her, she collapsed, falling hard onto Mars.

  He wrapped his arms around her and rolled her onto her back. The happiness that filled her was reflected back to her from his gaze. When he started to speak, she pressed a finger to his lips then shook her head.

  Quiet.

  He tilted his head.

  She answered his silent question by slipping her hand lower to cup his balls.

  Again? She arched her eyebrows higher. Could werelions recover faster than humans?

  Mars answered by slicking his tongue down her body until he ended up with his face between her legs.

  * * * *

  Strangely, Joy was happy again. Even though she was still trapped inside the cage, even though the men she’d fallen for were shifters, men who could change into lions, she was happy. The reason was easy enough to understand.

  Charlie was stretched out on the ground, arm pillowing his head, his snoring growing deeper the longer he slept. His thick black hair matched the thick, almost too feminine eyelashes, and although he was dressed again, she found she could imagine seeing through his clothing to the dark patch of curls surrounding his cock.

  Mars had his arms resting on his knees, his head bobbing up and down as he tried to fight against sleeping. His hair—admittedly dyed—was growing out, showing that he, like his brothers, had black hair. She remembered how the amber had stolen the gray from his eyes right before he’d changed into his lion.

  Win sat beside her, his hand resting protectively on her leg. He hadn’t slept yet, but he’d remained quiet, lost in his thoughts.

  She’d been frightened when they’d shifted. What sane person wouldn’t be? Yet, even after seeing their razor-sharp claws and their dagger-like fangs, she’d known they wouldn’t hurt her. Fear had taken her over, but she’d fought against it and won.

  With a little help from The Allure.

  Should she have let them give their special breath to her? Should she have kept them at a distance? Should she have ended it with them right then?

  Yet, in the end, The Allure hadn’t mattered. She’d already fallen in love with them. Win may have given her a taste of his allure earlier, but her heart told her that he’d only done so to help her. Even before then, she’d already grown to care for them. That caring had quickly changed into love.

  I love them.

  She let out a relieved sigh then lay down and put her head in Win’s lap.

  I love them. I loved them before The Allure, and I’ll love them after The Allure.

  The thrill she felt, however, was wiped away by one thought.

  But how much longer will that be? A week? A day? An hour?

  * * * *

  Joy and the men jumped to their feet. “What was that?”

  “Gunshots,” answered Win, his expression tense.

  “It’ll be okay, Joy.” Mars and the men surrounded her, protecting her against what might come next.

  Joy let out a quick squeal when Kit barged into the barn, the shotgun held with both hands. “Back up.” Kit pointed the weapon at the men. “Back up or she dies.”

  “What were those two gunshots we heard?” asked Win. “What did you do, Kit?”

  Kit stopped, frowned, and blinked at him. Then, suddenly, her face brightened. “Oh, nothing. Just a couple of pesky critters. Don’t you worry none about them. They’ve gone to meet their Maker.”

  Their Maker?

  Mars’ skin crawled. No one ever talked about dead animals that way.

  “Bitch, you’re coming with me.” Kit jerked the shotgun at Joy. “Now.”

  Mars and his brothers backed up to the far side of the cage. “We can rush her when she opens the door,” he whispered.

  “No. We can’t risk her shooting Joy.” Charlie’s whisper was hoarse, his expression hard.

  “He’s right, Mars,” added Win. “Maybe she’s taking Joy inside the house. She’ll be warmer there.”

  “But she won’t be with us.” Mars fisted his hands as Joy moved closer to the cage door. Kit unlocked it then opened it just wide enough for Joy to slip out. “This is our chance. We have to take it.”

  Joy looked back over her shoulder at them. Fear lined her face.

  “Don’t go trying anything. If you do, then you die. And then I kill them.”

  Joy wouldn’t try to escape. Not if it means putting the men in danger.

  “What are you doing? Where are you taking her?” He couldn’t stand the thought of Kit hurting Joy.

  “Take it easy, Mars,” said Charlie. “Don’t provoke her.”

  But Mars couldn’t calm down. If they lost Joy, life wouldn’t be worth living. He had to try and save her. Even if it mean dying.

  Kit clutched a handful of Joy’s hair and shoved her to her knees. She confronted the men, anger turning her sweet features into a mask of horror. “Do you think I don’t know what you did all night? Did you forget about the cameras? I saw what you fucking animals did.”

  “But you wanted them to fuck me.” Joy let out a yelp when Kit yanked her hair.

  “Not like that, you bitch. Not like that.” Kit jerked her hair again.

  At first, Mars didn’t understand what Kit meant. Then it hit him. “Not like that?” He strode forward. “What are you talking about, Kit? Or do I know?”

  “Shut the hell up,” screamed Kit. “Just shut the hell up.”

  “Not like that,” he repeated. “You’re not talking about making love, are you? You wanted us to fuck Joy, not make love to her. Fuck he
r like the animals we are instead of the men who love her.” He relished Kit’s hurt expression. “That’s it, isn’t it? You hate the fact that we love her. That we told her as much. Not only with our words but with our bodies.” He moved closer, determined to drive his meaning home even more. “You didn’t want us to make love to her. But we did, Kit. We did because we do love her.”

  She cringed each time he used the word love. Soon enough, however, the hateful part of Kit came back. “You fucked her. That’s all you did, but you’re not going to get another chance to fuck her. She’s coming with me.”

  Joy let out a yelp as Kit jerked her hair again. “Please, don’t.”

  “Where are you taking her?” The anger inside Mars built higher, stronger, barreling out of control.

  “You won’t ever find her. No one will.” She turned Joy free then warned, “Don’t you fucking move. You move and you die.” Turning back to the cage, she began to lock it. Suddenly, she dropped the key ring. “Damn it.”

  They wouldn’t get another chance. Mars knew it in his gut. Shifting, he raced toward Kit.

  Chapter Nine

  “Run, Joy, run!” shouted Charlie. “Get help!”

  Joy scrambled to her feet and ran.

  An animal-like elation filled him as Joy disappeared into the sunlight, but Mars no longer thought as a man. His lion had taken him over. His muscles flexed as he leapt into the air. He was fast, very fast.

  But he wasn’t fast enough.

  Kit scrambled for the key then locked the door, mere seconds before Mars slammed his body against it. The entire cage rattled under the force of his blow.

  Kit fell backward, dropping the gun and the keys. “Fuck!”