Panther Magic

by Doris O'Connor

  His brother groaned, and the sounds of his cum splattering across Kate, while she screamed in ecstasy, made him abandon that task. Zeb lined his cock up with her pussy hole instead, and seated himself deep with just one powerful thrust. With her internal muscles still clenching in her release, Kate made an incredibly tight fit around his dick, and he pumped in and out watching their girl caught up in her pleasure. Head thrown back, her torso arched off the bed, and flushed with desire as she was, she looked utterly beautiful, and Zeb grinned up at Arran. His brother’s gaze, too, was riveted on the way her tits jiggled with every forceful thrust of Zeb’s body into hers. It made the chain linking the nipple clamps together tinkle, and both men groaned at the sight of her bright red buds, thus decorated and marked in their combined cum.

  She was theirs, no doubt about it. Sliding in and out of the warm, wet, clasp of her body, Zeb flung one of her legs over his shoulder. It enabled him to slip in deeper, and when he settled his thumb on her clit, Kate exploded again. Arran removed the nipple clamps, and Zeb allowed himself a few more deep thrusts into her pussy, helping her to ride out the tremors of this latest release, before he withdrew, flipped her over on her tummy, and slapped her ass cheeks.

  “Such a good girl. I reckon she’s ready for both our cocks, now, bro.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Zeb’s growled words registered in Kate’s befuddled brain, and she groaned her plea.

  “God, yes, please…”

  With her arms still restrained above her, and someone holding her legs down, she couldn’t move, could hardly breathe, as her body hummed in pleasure. Even the soreness of her nipples, squashed as they were into the bed added to the sensation overload she found herself in. She had long lost touch with who of the brothers was where and doing what to her body, and it really didn’t matter. All that mattered was the pleasure they gave her. Pleasure that bordered on pain, as they pushed her into one orgasm after the other, until Kate could only let go, and float.

  She was theirs to do with as they pleased.

  Several more hard swats to her ass made her groan as heat rolled over her body, and then someone, she presumed Arran, lifted her head and held up something to her lips.

  “Here, drink something, baby.” Sure enough Arran’s strained voice urged her to sip, and she gladly partook of the ice cold water. It soothed her throat, sore as it was from having been used so effectively by both men, and the amount of screaming in pleasure she’d done. She probably ought to be embarrassed by that, as they were clearly on some form of private jet. She had surmised that much earlier, and she had been all set to question them on what they were playing at, but then Zeb had stood there offering to play, and she couldn’t refuse.

  This, right here and now, was what she needed. To float in her happy space and not have a care in the world, safe in the knowledge that she was pleasing her men.

  Arran removed the bottle, and presumably Zeb resumed the paddling of her behind. Every swat made her slip further away, and when he finally stopped and rubbed her hot flesh, she hissed through her teeth, as the pain and pleasure all merged into one. She was so close to coming again, it was unbelievable, and it wouldn’t take much pressure against her oversensitive flesh at all.

  In fact when strong hands grasped her hips and urged her on her knees, and elbows, the slight air movement against her heated pussy lips had the familiar tingles starting anew.

  A rough tongue licked across her clit, and Kate whimpered, making whichever of the brothers it was chuckle. The bed dipped and then her hands were free, though her men left her wrists clipped together.

  Someone slipped underneath her, and Kate groaned as hair roughened muscle slid across her sore nipples. It sent shards of delight to her clit, and she gasped in pleasure plain, when one set of hands massaged her arms and guided her hands behind a thick neck, while the other set of hands grasped her hips and lifted her up as though she weighed no more than a feather.

  “Straddle Arran, my little wildcat.” Zeb’s deep growl in her ear made her comply without thought, and she mewled like a newborn kitten when she felt the broad, hot tip of Arran’s cock slide through her sensitive flesh. She jumped when he bumped into her clit, and when he kissed her with a groan she returned the fevered strokes of his tongue. She could taste herself in with his spicy musk, and it made the whole experience ten times hotter. Zeb’s heavy breaths ghosted across her neck, as he nuzzled into her neck.

  “So fucking hot, and you’ve been such a good girl. Are you ready to take us both? Arran in your pussy and me in your ass? Are you ready to fly?”

  The strain in his voice matched hers, when Arran let her come up for air to whisper her reply. “Yes, Sirs.”

  “Good girl.” Hearing both of her men call her that, as the hands on her hips urged her downward onto Arran’s cock, meant she took the painful invasion. As sensitive as she was this position hurt, as Arran’s dick forced her swollen tissues apart. She blinked in the sudden light when the blindfold came off, and Arran kissed her tears off her face. She hadn’t even been aware of crying, too caught up in the building pressure in her cunt that slowly gave way to pleasure as Arran bottomed out inside her.

  He groaned, and she lost herself in the deep chocolate pool of his eyes.

  “That’s my girl. God, you’re so fucking tight around my dick. Tell me this is okay?”

  Kate smiled through her tears, and slowly lifted herself off his shaft. It meant shards of pleasure erupted along her nerve endings, and Arran swore when she involuntarily clenched around him.

  “Fuck, yes, do that again, baby, and for the love of God, hurry up, Zeb. I won’t fucking last long.”

  Zeb’s chuckle behind her earned him a glare from Arran over her shoulder, and she gasped when cool lube dribbled down her cleft, followed by the invasion of a slick finger.

  Arran grabbed her hips to hold her still, as Zeb added a second and third finger and started to thrust in and out of her hole. Arran’s cock twitched inside her, and Kate let her head fall back, as Zeb slowly withdrew his fingers.

  “Ready, wildcat?” he asked, and holding her hair with one hand tilted her head to enable him to kiss her, while he slowly pushed in through the tight ring of muscle. Arran swore, and Kate screamed into Zeb’s kiss, as the pressure became unbearable, and then morphed into pleasure so intense Kate saw stars behind her closed eyelids.

  Zeb wrenched his lips of hers, allowing her to draw a much needed breath into her lungs, and he murmured his approval.

  “That’s my girl, I’m in, and you feel incredible.”

  “Fuck, yes, she does. Now stop talking and move already.” Arran’s sharp reply made Kate giggle, and the three of them groaned in unison as the tremors traveled through them all. Perspiration dotted Zeb’s face, and Arran’s hair felt damp against her fingertips at his neck. Rivulets of sweat slid down her own shoulder blades, caught as she was between the combined body heat of her two men, and she groaned anew when Zeb licked away a drop of sweat that trailed down the side of her neck. It was incredibly erotic at that moment, and Kate whispered the feelings on her heart.

  “I love you, both of you.”

  Zeb caught her mouth in a bruising kiss, and when he released her Arran took over.

  “We love you, too.”

  “Too damn right, you’re ours.”

  When they began to move, Kate lost all sense of time and place. Stuffed full with her men’s cocks, she could do nothing but give herself over to the incredible sensations they created in her body.

  Every perfectly synchronized thrust and retreat into her body sent her spiraling higher into bliss, and set off a chain of orgasms that took her breath away in their intensity. Faster, harder, their sweat slicked bodies rubbed against each other. Soft flesh against hard plane of muscles, yielding femininity against coiled aggression, three bodies as one joined by their bond. Higher and higher she flew, carried away on the maelstrom of emotion and sensation. When both men growled their release shortly after one another,
and bit one of her shoulders each, her last orgasm broke through. It pulled her under, over and away, as she tightened around the cocks possessing her, claiming them right back as hers forever more. Kate screamed until she couldn’t anymore, and it was only when the last tremors of her body faded that both men withdrew slowly.

  Kate winced, even as she collapsed back on the bed, and her eyes closed.

  “Oh no, you don’t, not yet. Let’s get us all in the shower first, baby.” Kate moaned her denial at Arran’s words, but she should have known resistance was futile. Zeb picked up her limp as a wet noodle body, and carried her across to the bathroom. She stayed awake long enough to realize that the water came on, and they somehow managed to clean both her and themselves, dry them all, and then carry her back to the bed, where she fell into a deep, sated sleep.

  Loud knocking on the door woke Kate up goodness only knew how many hours later. The sun was rising behind the jet’s windows and filling the bedroom in an orange glow. Arran mumbled next to her and struggled awake with a sheepish grin in her direction, before he yanked the sheets over them both. Zeb, she noticed, was already out of bed, and her breathing sped up when she saw him yank up a pair of joggers over his delectable ass.

  Really, this was crazy. She’d had the best sex ever, felt deliciously sore in all the right places, and despite the untold orgasms her men had already given her, felt herself grow wet for them again.

  Arran inhaled sharply, and Zeb swung round and took two steps back toward them with a low, almost menacing growl that only served to turn her on even more. Yes, she had clearly turned into a raving nymphomaniac. That was the only explanation. Kate enjoyed sex as much as the next person, but this insane need to jump them again was something else entirely.

  Another much louder knock stopped Zeb in his tracks, and he shook his head with a wistful grin and stalked over to the door. Kate sank further under the covers, her earlier arousal giving way to intense embarrassment, when the open door revealed a young man in a steward’s uniform. He was pushing a serving trolley full of breakfast items, and after glancing in her direction briefly, let his gaze rest on the floor as he pushed the thing in. Kate’s mouth watered at the smell of freshly brewed coffee and fresh bread. This was certainly a far cry from the last time she had flown. Then she had been in cattle class, sandwiched between two old dears, who had talked over her head the entire time, and the food had been nowhere near as nice as this.

  “Pardon the intrusion, but we will shortly be landing at Las Vegas airport, so I thought it best to ensure you were awake and had some breakfast.”

  “Thanks, Sam, much appreciated,” Zeb said, and Sam inclined his head and made a rapid retreat from the room.

  Arran stretched next to her and laughed.

  “Poor Sam. I don’t know who was more embarrassed then.”

  Zeb shrugged his shoulders and lifted the lids off various dishes.

  “He should be used to us by now,” he said, and Kate frowned. She brought her knees up to her chest and glared at Zeb. He paused mid bread roll to his lips, and raised an eyebrow at her.

  “Is there something amiss, girl?” he asked. The fact that he called her girl should have warned her really, but Kate was too annoyed right now and she scowled at him and shook off Arran’s hand when he tried to pull her in for a hug.

  “What’s the matter, baby?” Arran’s gentler tone of voice meant that some of her irk fled, and of course her tummy choose that exact moment to rumble loudly. It served to break the sudden tension in the room, and Arran laughed.

  “Apart from starving, it seems. Zeb, push that trolley over here. I’ve worked up quite an appetite, and I could murder for a coffee.”

  Zeb still looked far from pleased, but he did push the trolley within reach and poured them all a coffee. A shiver of need went through Kate, when he handed her a cup with a small smile, and their fingers touched. His inner animal rumbled, and Kate’s gaze flew to his, not at all surprised to see his eyes had bled to the golden glow of his panther’s.

  “Zeb.” Arran’s warning growl, too, sent shivers down her spine, and she closed her eyes against temptation and inhaling deeply of the rich aroma of her coffee, took a grateful sip of the elixir of life.

  When she opened them again, it was to find both men watching her, and she took a deep breath in. They weren’t going to like her next words, but they had to be said.

  “So, tell me, do you make it a habit to abduct young women to Vegas? Is that why you said your steward ought to be used to you by now?” Kate hated the wobble in her voice, and she couldn’t quite bring herself to look at Zeb.

  Arran inhaled sharply next to her, and then the bed dipped and Zeb sat next to her and taking her chin in his hand forced her to look at him. The depth of emotion in his stormy eyes took her breath away, and she swallowed hard. She could feel Arran move in behind her, and grasp her shoulders and pull her back against his naked chest until the heat of his body scorched her skin, and she gasped.

  “Is that what you think?” Zeb asked. His voice held the growl of his panther and sent goosebumps over her exposed flesh. Oh, he didn’t sound happy, and what was far worse, disappointed. The last thing she wanted to do was disappoint her men. “That we would be that callous, or indeed need to abduct women?”

  When she tried to shake her head he let go of her chin, and her heart rate kicked up when he pulled that hand into a white knuckled fist on his thigh. Arran’s hold on her, too, grew painful, and she could sense the force of their emotions battering her soul.

  “No, of course not. I know, you wouldn’t … I mean, I can sense that deep down. I was, just … dammit, I guess I was jealous.”

  Zeb reared back as though she’d slapped him, and Arran gave a short, humorless laugh against her back.

  “Why on earth would you be jealous?” Zeb asked. “You’re our mate. Our sole reason for living. We’d both die a thousand deaths, if we weren’t with you, which is why we had to take you with us.” He ran a far from steady hand through his hair, and Arran let go of her and shimmied around until he, too, faced her.

  “I realize in an ideal world we should have waited until you could give your permission to come with us, but you were out cold, and we had to leave right away, as per the council’s judgment. Cole said you had a passport, so we took you with us.” He paused and searched her face before continuing. “If this isn’t where you want to be, then, of course you are free to return back to the UK, but…” His voice cracked on the last few words, and Kate watched in amazement as he blinked away tears.

  A quick glance at Zeb showed him to be also struggling in keeping in his emotions. He clenched and unclenched his fists, and blinked rapidly, as though he was barely able to keep it together.

  Goodness me, who’d have thought it. Those two big Alpha men reduced to tears because they thought she might object to what they had done. Truth was Kate was doing cartwheels of excitement inside at the thought of seeing Vegas. It was tempting to string this out a bit, but her submissive side cringed at doing that to her Sirs, so she smiled instead and shook her head.

  “I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be right now, than here with you, so stop looking so worried, Sirs. I just needed to be sure that this is really what you wanted.”

  Zeb growled low and hard, and everything inside Kate tightened. That sound was so damn sexy.

  “If we had the time, I’d put you over my knee for that, girl. Damn it, woman, we love you. Of course we want you here.”

  Arran nodded and kissed her, and Kate sank into his embrace. When he’d kissed her completely senseless it was Zeb’s turn, and by the time the steward knocked on the door again with a ten minute warning, Kate was hard pushed to even remember her own name, let alone any objection she might have had.

  “We’ve been looking for a permanent assistant in our act for some time, so the job is yours, if you want it, wildcat,” Zeb said.

  “No need to give us an answer now.” Arran’s quick interference made her smil
e. “I mean it might not be what you want to do, and whatever job you choose is fine by us.”

  Zeb nodded.

  “We just want you with us and happy.”

  Kate grinned at her men, and then shimmied out of bed with an exaggerated hip swing that made both her panthers groan.

  “Well, then, I guess we best get dressed to meet Vegas. And you know. I’ve developed a definite liking for your brand of Panther Magic. So, I reckon I’ll accept your job offer.”

  Epilogue

  Six months later

  Kate bowed with her hands buried in her men’s fur, and as one woman and panthers accepted the raucous applause of their audience. With a dramatic drumroll, and artificial smoke erupting all around them, Zeb and Arran disappeared from view, only to reappear on opposite sides of the theater, back in their human forms. Just like it always did, the audience went wild, as the men made their way back on stage through the throng of people on their feet, signing autographs and shaking hands as they went.

  After six months of participating in this circus that was their life on camera as it were, Kate didn’t have to pretend her big smile anymore. She’d grown to love this show as much as her men did. There was something humbling about bringing joy to so many people through their performances. As trite as that would have sounded to her before she met her men, now it just felt right. Their show had grown massively in popularity over the last few months, and was now booked out several months in advance.

  Of course that meant they were never far out of the limelight, and her wedding to Zeb only last month had made huge headlines. It still amused Kate greatly to think what the great and adoring public would make of the private blessing that had followed that official wedding when she had also pledged herself to Arran forever more. Not that either one of them had needed that public declaration, but Zeb had insisted on making their union legal.