Seized & Seduced

by Shelley Munro

  What are we going to do with her?

  “Love her,” Shiloh whispered.

  The two felines crawled closer until their bodies and limbs surrounded her. Jannike’s blood pumped a fraction faster, and to her amazement she could hear both her body’s response and those of Shiloh and Lynx—their heart beats increasing in concert.

  Arousal was a fast simmer as usual. The sec they started touching, caressing, stroking, her nipples pebbled, and the craving began to swell in her pussy.

  A hard male cock prodded her hip. Another grazed her stomach, leaving a damp trail. The musky scent of them heightened, and it fed the urgency gathering within her mind and body.

  Shiloh placed tiny kisses, tantalizingly brief down her neck, then headed unerringly for the mark high up on her shoulder. A low moan built at the back of her throat, and she gave voice to it the sec his lips grazed the raised scar.

  “Let her lie flat on the gel-bed,” Lynx said. “I want to taste her.”

  “Goddess, yes. Let me move so he can lick me,” Jannike pleaded, trying to wriggle free of Shiloh.

  Shiloh’s big hands cupped her buttocks momentarily as he helped to rearrange her body. She parted her legs and beckoned to Lynx. “I’m ready.”

  Desire kicked at the twinkle in his eyes, and increased when his pupils contracted to feline slits.

  “You think you’re ready.” His voice emerged thick and low, distorted by his protruding canines. He made a dark sound as he lowered his head and licked along her slit. A long, luscious taste that rasped across her tender flesh. Deep in her womb, she felt a tightening sensation, a readiness as if her body waited for something extra special.

  Her breath caught, and her hips jerked with Lynx’s next taste. He stopped frustratingly short of her clit, the puff of air against the swelling nub not enough. Not nearly enough.

  Shiloh fondled one breast, teasing her nipple while he dragged his tongue back and forth across her mark. Raw need blazed in her, pushing close to desperation.

  “Please. I want more. Please fill me.”

  “Soon, sweetheart,” Shiloh whispered. “We don’t want to injure you.” He kissed her slowly. “You’re very special to us.”

  The coil of energy in her lower body pulsed, insistent. Needy. “I’m hurting now.”

  “No, you’re not,” Shiloh murmured. “What you’re feeling is velvet tension. That’s the good kind of pain.”

  She gave a soft sigh then a complaining moan when Lynx lifted his head.

  “Shift over and give me space.” Lynx’s cock jutted upward, the head a ruddy and swollen red. “Climb on top of me. Take me inside you. Make it slow, easy. Tease us both while Shiloh gets ready, but don’t come. If you climax, we’ll spank you.”

  Jannike frowned. “I don’t want to be spanked.”

  “Then do as we tell you,” Shiloh’s breath was warm against her ear as he aided her into position. “Tell me how it feels as you take Lynx’s cock.”

  Jannike’s mind went blank.

  “Jannike?” Lynx asked. “Tell me.”

  She grasped Lynx’s cock, explored his length with her hand, and was fascinated when his shaft pulsed and thickened. Her gaze went to his, taking in the fine delineation of muscles in his torso, his pure sexiness and strength. She glanced over her shoulder to sneak a glance at Shiloh—his bulging pectorals and flat stomach, his ridged abs and his beautiful cock.

  “When did I get so lucky?” she asked.

  “We’re the lucky ones,” Shiloh answered for them both. “Go. Move your arse, so I can get you ready.” He cleared his throat, his gaze full of love and caring. “I want this more than anything.”

  “I want this too,” Jannike said. “I’ve fought for the longest time.”

  “Maybe that’s why the mating hasn’t taken,” Shiloh said.

  “Maybe.” Jannike guided Lynx’s cock to her entrance and bit her lip as she sank downward. He stretched her and glided deeper, creating exquisite friction along her sensitized walls. Fire and chills warred in her body. Every instinct told her to move, but she resisted.

  “Phrull, that feels good,” Lynx said. “You’d better hurry, Shiloh.”

  “Someone is impatient,” Shiloh teased.

  At another time she might appreciate Shiloh’s good humor since he was the most serious of the pair. Right now, she wanted to end this sensual torture. She swiveled her hips to increase the friction and a growl escaped.

  “We’ll make a feline out of you yet.” Lynx layered laughter into his words.

  Shiloh trailed his fingers across her back, and the caress sent tendrils of pleasure to tug deep in her belly. Another sound erupted from her, one she’d never made before. Shiloh gave a delighted laugh and stroked her again. The sound repeated.

  “You’re purring,” Lynx said.

  “We’ll make her purr louder,” Shiloh promised. “Lean against Lynx’s chest. Do some kissing, but that’s all. No touching marks. Not yet.”

  “He’s bossy.” Lynx’s breath puffed against her lips.

  “Newsflash, so are you.” Jannike kissed him to take her mind off what Shiloh was doing.

  “What’s a newsflash?” Lynx asked.

  “An Earth term. We catch them from Camryn.”

  “We’re going to have to visit this Earth one day,” Shiloh said. “It sounds like fun.”

  “We’ll go for Christmas,” Jannike said and groaned as Shiloh rubbed salve over her hole. It was cold. Not unpleasant though, and it did ease the penetration of Shiloh’s finger.

  “Relax. Breathe,” Shiloh said.

  “It’s not bad,” Lynx said. “You’ve seen Shiloh do it with me. He knows what he’s doing.”

  The muscles of her inner thighs quivered as the sensation of fullness increased. Lynx nuzzled her neck, his lips skimming her mark, and she fought a whimper. His abrasive tongue flicked across the hollow of her throat while Shiloh stroked and worked his fingers into her. A heavy fog of desire descended, pushing her to a place of pleasure where the only important things were her felines. So giving. Every cycle they showed their love. They’d even told her they loved her, yet she hadn’t returned the sentiment. She didn’t know why.

  Shiloh withdrew his fingers and the loss of contact left emptiness. Yes, Lynx still held her, kissed her but without Shiloh she didn’t feel whole.

  “Shiloh.” A verbal protest.

  “Just slicking up, sweetheart.” His hand on her buttock pushed back her distress, and another one of those purrs whispered through her cabin.

  “I’m going to dream about your sexy purrs,” Lynx whispered.

  Shiloh draped himself over her back. “I’m going to dream about being inside you, about stroking into you and feeling Lynx’s closeness. I’m going to dream about us coming together.”

  His husky voice, the inherent promise had her quivering. She felt the pressure as Shiloh gradually worked into her, the coolness of the salve. She twisted and squirmed between the two masculine bodies, desperate for movement.

  “Patience, sweetheart.” Lynx stilled her complaint with a kiss.

  Finally, finally Shiloh was fully seated, and he stilled. Her channel pulsed around Lynx’s hardness, the vibration setting off other pleasurable reactions. A soft, needy cry fell from her lips.

  “Ready, Shiloh?” Lynx asked.

  “Feel as if I might explode,” Shiloh said.

  “Yes,” Jannike said.

  They set up a rhythm of invading and retreating, so she always filled with one cock. Unable to move—not more than a squirm—she writhed, buffeted between their bodies.

  Lynx kissed her with an easy stroke of his tongue while the pleasure in her body grew. The pulse at her throat beat a ragged tattoo, the orgasmic buzz stretching and expanding until she worried her body wouldn’t handle the experience.

  Lynx faltered in his strokes, cursed. “Can’t hold on.”

  “Thank phrull,” Shiloh muttered and Lynx laughed. “When you’re ready.”

  Lynx’s mouth fa
stened on her mark. He sucked as he drove into her body.

  “Yes,” she cried out, Lynx’s mouth the detonation she craved. Pleasure burst to full, fiery life. Her vaginal walls clamped down, sensation pulsating from both cocks. The twists of bliss went on and on, dragging whimpers from her each time once of the men moved. She was vaguely aware of the wash of seed inside her, the wetness, but the overriding perception was one of enjoyment and satisfaction.

  Of rightness.

  Shiloh eased from her body and lifted her from Lynx’s softening cock.

  “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he crooned.

  “Tired.”

  “I know, sweetheart. You’ll feel better after a wash,” Lynx said. “We all will.”

  Shiloh cleaned her up, held her drooping body while the cleansing and drying tube did its work.

  Then they were lying down together, masculine arms wrapping her in comfort.

  “Love you,” she said sleepily, and that was the last thing she recalled.

  That was amazing, Lynx said.

  Shush, you might wake Jannike.

  I don’t think so. She’s exhausted.

  It was the best, Shiloh said. The best I can ever remember. There was something about the three of us being together in that way. It felt right, as if we connected like a key in a lock.

  She loves us. She said so.

  It was never in any doubt, Shiloh said.

  Fatigue weighted Lynx’s eyes, yet his mind kept busy. He heard the rumble from Shiloh, indicating his friend had fallen asleep, but Lynx’s noisy mind wouldn’t let him rest.

  They still had to tell Jannike about his true position on Viros. Yes, they’d had chances to confess. Multiple times. He kept changing the subject or offering a joke instead of a confession because he feared change. He was happy now, but as soon as they landed on Viros the mantle of prince would drape over his shoulders. His mother would make sure of it. She’d start her infernal matchmaking again—at least until he put his foot down and told her about his mates.

  Then she’d freak out even more.

  He could practically hear her shocked lectures. He’d mated with not one commoner but two, one of them a male.

  Lynx snorted. Fun times to come.

  His mind wandered to Ellard’s request for them to journey to the Cloud farm once they landed. At least that put off meeting his parents for a bit longer. The cycle after the morrow, they’d land on Viros.

  A pained moan snapped him from his troubled thoughts.

  Jannike.

  A nightmare dream?

  He eased back, giving her space and caught a glimpse of her back. Phrull, Mogens had been right. In a state of awe, he watched the black splotches reshape and join until they formed a black cat with gray eyes.

  “What is it?” Shiloh asked, his voice full of sleep.

  “Jannike’s dreaming.”

  Shiloh rolled off the gel-bed and turned to face Lynx. A curse escaped. “She’s not dreaming, she’s bloody shifting.”

  “In her sleep?” Despite his disbelief, Lynx saw Shiloh was right. Her bones twisted and snapped and reshaped while black fur grew across her body. The air shimmered around her as the shift completed.

  “She’s beautiful.” Shiloh scarcely breathed in his bemusement.

  “At least mother can’t complain she’s not feline,” Lynx said.

  “I’m sure the queen will find other things to trouble her.”

  “She will. I can’t believe she shifted in her sleep.”

  “What are we going to do? Wake her?”

  Lynx studied the graceful lines of her powerful body. “She’s exhausted. Why don’t we let her sleep? Unless she shifts again, she can’t go anywhere. She can’t open the door.”

  “Good point. Let’s leave her sleeping. We’re bound to wake if she does and can help talk her through a shift.”

  He and Shiloh resettled on either side of the black feline. Their gazes met and both grinned.

  Life was so sweet.

  A light tap on the door woke Shiloh. He climbed off the gel-bed, pulled on his trews then rubbed his eyes as he went to answer the door. He blinked at Ry.

  “It’s too early for a smirk like that,” Shiloh said.

  Ry leaned closer. “Not if you’ve talked Mogens into making you a mouse. Since you and Lynx have spent so much time searching for the mythical creature I thought you might like to witness the commotion. You need to hurry though.”

  Movement behind him had Shiloh turning. Jannike blinked at him with her beautiful gray eyes. She leaped off the gel-bed and barreled straight for him, those eyes full of panic and confusion.

  “What the fukk?” Ry had opened the door and was now gaping at his second-in-command.

  “Jannike,” Lynx called. To no avail.

  She mowed Ry down and shot through door in clear distress. Lynx shifted and tore after her.

  “Hurry. She’ll be confused. She shifted in her sleep.” Shiloh ran after them, considered shifting and decided one of them needed to be able to speak with her unless…

  Jannike. Jannike, slow down. It’s okay.

  “What’s all the noise about?” Kaya demanded, her blue hair in disarray after her slumber.

  “Jannike has shifted to feline and she’s panicked,” Ry said.

  “Oh!” Kaya said. “Entertainment. I need to see this.”

  Shiloh sprinted down the corridor after his mates. Ry ran behind him.

  “Are we under attack?” Gweneth wanted to know.

  Shiloh heard Kaya’s voice but didn’t slow.

  Royal’s shriek sounded in the rec room. A shout from Mogens, followed by Kelvin’s boom.

  Jannike!

  She’s here, Lynx replied. Don’t scare her. Ease into the room.

  “She’s in here,” Shiloh said.

  They entered the rec room, both scanning the inhabitants and their surroundings.

  Mogens, Kelvin and the creatures stood in their usual corner. Lynx sat against the wall, and Jannike cowered in the corner, her sides shaking in distress.

  “Didn’t you discuss the possibilities with her?” Ry demanded in a low voice.

  “Of course we did. As far as we knew them. None of this process is familiar,” Shiloh said, not bothering to hide his irritation. “She was tired and we decided to let her sleep. If you had stood your ground, she wouldn’t be loose on the ship in full panic.”

  Camryn waddled into the room and Kaya and Gweneth jogged in secs later.

  “What’s happening?” Kaya demanded. She scanned the room and lifted a gadget to her face. Her grin was visible beneath the silver of the device.

  Camryn continued to her chair.

  “Crap,” Ry muttered. “Camryn, wait—”

  Camryn’s terrified scream cut off his words. “A rat!” she managed, backing away from her chair.

  Something moved on the chair, and Camryn’s second scream almost deafened Shiloh. A flash of black streaked across the room. Jannike. She was running straight at Camryn.

  “Jannike!” Shiloh shouted.

  Camryn turned her body, her mouth opening when she saw the black cat springing at her.

  “No!” Ry croaked in horror.

  Shiloh, Ry, and Lynx rushed forward, but Jannike didn’t attack Camryn. She leaped onto the chair, grabbed something black in her mouth and shook it furiously. She jumped off the chair and growled, a hair-raising sound of fury. She shook the black thing again.

  Ry grabbed a trembling Camryn and pulled her out of the way and into his arms.

  “What’s going on? Who is— Jannike?” Camryn connected the clues at speed.

  “Jannike? Sweetheart?” Shiloh approached her carefully.

  Lynx showed no such trepidation. He prowled up to her in feline form and rubbed against her.

  Jannike. Good job. It’s dead now. You can let it go, Lynx said.

  Hurt, Camryn.

  No, Camryn is safe. See. Ry is protecting her.

  Jannike spat something back from her mouth. It
hit the floor and jerked. She seized it again.

  Gweneth clapped her hands together. “Oh, good. You’ve caught the mouse.”

  “Here’s a bag,” Mogens said. “Drop it in here, and I’ll dispose of it.” Swirls of black raced over his face and his arms. “Captain.” The single word held disapproval.

  Jannike dropped the thing into the bag then backed away. Her legs became tangled and she tripped, ending up with her nose on the floor and her butt in the air.

  Lynx gave a bark of humor and trotted to her side. Shiloh fought a grin. When he’d first shifted at age twelve, the extra set of legs had given him trouble too, especially if he thought about them too hard.

  She growled, the threads of panic in the sound alerting Shiloh to potential problems. “Everyone out. Gweneth, can you grab a robe from Jannike’s cabin?”

  “I’ll get one of mine,” Gweneth said and trotted away.

  “What was that thing?” Camryn asked. “I’ll have to fumigate my chair.”

  “That was an imaginary mouse,” Ry said.

  “A mouse? That wasn’t a…wait.” She smacked her mate hard in the middle of his chest. “You knew! This was a trick.”

  “You had us running around the ship for cycles looking for the creature,” Ry said.

  “You scared me half to death.”

  “An unforeseen event. I didn’t think it would scare you. Are you all right?”

  “Out,” Shiloh said. “Let us speak with Jannike in private.”

  “Let me help,” Camryn said.

  Mogens and Kelvin ambled past. Royal clung to the branch Kelvin had made for him while the markowls hooted to each other. Kelvin’s mouth twitched but he didn’t comment.

  “No, leave Jannike with her mates. Kaya, stop waving that camera around. Out,” Ry said.

  “I got it all,” Kaya crowed. “Took a movie. Nanu is gonna bust his gut laughing.”

  Jannike growled.

  “Oops,” Kaya said. “Gotta run.”

  “Call if you need me,” Ry said then he grinned. “I used to be the sole feline. Now there is six of us, if you count Gweneth.”

  The door to the rec room closed behind Ry.

  Lynx shifted. “He counts us among his crew.”

  “Yeah. It feels good,” Shiloh said.

  “It does.” He turned to Jannike, who was trying to coordinate her legs. She plopped onto her butt, and a growl of frustration emerged. A cranky one. “Jannike, listen to me.”