Feline Good

by Lana Kole

  Her skin felt too tight, her breaths were shallow, and her thighs shook with the impending pleasure.

  Their dark chuckles were her last straw, and she begged again, giving in.

  “August, please fuck me! Please. I know you want to feel my soaked, tight pussy squeeze around your cock.” Hoarse, her voice rasped through the room in hopes the sweetest of her men would give in.

  “Let us.”

  “What do you mean? I want you to fuck me! I’m spread right the fuck open for you. What else can I say?” Maya was on the verge of tears, her frustration evident in her tone. She wanted them so desperately she could hardly function.

  “Let. Go.” Amir’s dark voice melted over her like honey.

  “What the fuck do you—” And then she got it.

  Like a light bulb finally cooperating, she realized that she’d been tensed up ever since they’d blindfolded her. Maya knew they would never hurt her, so why was she so rigid?

  Maya relaxed into the bed, her shoulders falling, the itch between her shoulder blades fading away, the tension in her neck dissipating like mist in the air. She accepted that there was nothing she could do in this moment, she only could lie back and take what they would give her.

  “There it is. Finally.” Amir again, announcing her acceptance.

  A bulbous shape slid through her folds, the head of a cock finally pressing against her to rest at her core. Instead of attempting to grind up into it, she whimpered, knowing there was nothing she could do to speed up the process.

  Two hands palmed her knees, pushing them tighter to her chest, and when his cock slid home—whomever it belonged to—she shattered. The stretch of the position, the way he filled her was just too much after all they’d put her through.

  Maya cried out, the orgasm stark proof of a dark possession as much as the men claiming her. When she came down, she was boneless and realized the man inside her had frozen with just his head breaching her.

  “More. Give me more, please.” Her voice begged of its own accord, Maya not recalling even opening her mouth. When he finally thrust forward, piercing her on his dick in a hard surge, Maya knew it was an act of a true marking.

  Mouths returned to her, other sucking, teasing, and laving her breasts. Those nipple rings would be the death of her, the sensitivity ramping up her pleasure to new heights.

  The hands framing her knees moved, sliding around her thighs and gripping her hips to yank her toward him. His hips smacked against her, the sound of their motions echoing around the room to compete with her cries.

  God, this is almost too much.

  Asher cursed as he slammed his hips against Maya, her perfect pussy taking every inch of his cock flawlessly. When he yanked her hips into his at the same time, her breasts swayed with the movement, her damned piercings winking in the light. Amir and August teased her, moving in perfect sync with their own silent communication.

  Maya was so fucking sexy it was unreal. Purple and red splotches dotted her skin from where he’d wanted to mark her as his own, as he’d been sucking at her delectable flesh. Mouth agape, her pretty pink lips parted on almost constant cries, whimpers, and moans. Her hands flexed where she gripped her shins, keeping herself spread open.

  Not that she really had a choice, with the way they’d tied her the fuck up. Asher had never gotten quite this kinky with a woman before, but fuck, did he love it. Amir was on to something here.

  Having Maya completely at their mercy, open and waiting for whatever they chose to do next, was an intoxicating brew.

  But what was even more invigorating than the way she clenched around him on every thrust, or her stuttering breaths telling him she was coming close? The trust she had in them to let them love her like this.

  Yeah, I’ll fucking say it.

  He loved the damned girl, and this night was just a physical representation of that. They each wanted establish their brand, even if she didn’t exactly know which one was doing it at the time.

  She was all theirs, and she’d fucking take them.

  When Asher reached around with his fingers to flirt with her clit, she exploded, a shout falling from her lips as she cursed and pleaded with him. The edge grew too close when her pussy clenched and sucked at his cock. The tingling sensation in his spine grew too much, became too intense, until he couldn’t hold back against the fluttering of her walls. He tried to keep his moan quiet, while his orgasm was anything but. It was an obliterating force, stopping all thoughts as he painted her walls with his cum and she tightened around his dick.

  When they both came down, they were quiet and dazed. He cursed Amir for the no-kissing rule, instead placing a gentle peck on her knee before pulling away and lying down beside her to catch his breath.

  Tilting his head to the left, he stared at her profile, her mouth still agape with her heavy breaths.

  Still so fucking beautiful.

  And all ours.

  Maya’s mind still struggled to piece itself together after that explosive orgasm. She hadn’t even recovered when the bed shifted, and another cock poised at her entrance. Groaning, she arched her back when he thrust in hard, her body sliding backward on the bed with the force.

  “Fuck! Fuck…”

  Her voice stuttered when he rocked into her again and again, grabbing her hips to keep her from shifting backward. His balls smacked into her ass with every thrust, mouths and hands teasing her skin and rocketing her higher, faster than even her previous orgasm.

  She wished she knew whose name to call out, who to praise for fucking her into oblivion each time.

  That was the appeal though, she would never know who made her feel the best—she would never have a favorite from this moment forward. They were all equal in her eyes in this instant. There wasn’t a cocky one, a sweet one, and a mysterious one—they were all just hers.

  And they were proving she was theirs, one fucking thrust at a time. Maya could do nothing but take it, nonsensical words and sounds pouring from her lips. Pleas, encouragements, cries, all urging them on.

  Her thighs already shook with the effort of holding them up, and she tried to even out the strain with her arms. She loved it. Every aspect. The blindfold only intensified the sensations lighting up her nerve endings, and she reveled in the control she didn’t have.

  Mouths returned to her breasts, their hands caressing her sweat slicked skin, and one of them leaned into her ear.

  “Isn’t this so fucking hot, Maya? Us fucking you, one after the other, taking you as our own. That tight, wet pussy of yours dripping for us as we fuck you?”

  She couldn’t recognize the voice with the way he whispered, but the words shot straight to her core, making her grip the cock inside her harder.

  As a hand slid down her stomach to work at her oversensitive clit, she keened, her breath hitching at the impending orgasm. It swelled up, the lips wrapped around her nipple teasing and flicking her ring around, the cock parting her folds and stretching her over and over again—it was all too much.

  She tore apart at the seams, a scream spilling from her lips as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her until she almost drowned.

  When she came up for air, hands were untying the bonds around her wrists, and she whimpered as her limbs flopped uselessly onto the mattress.

  “Wait, there’s still one more of you, right?” Maya sounded drunk, her words slurring together as a blissful smile curled her lips.

  In answer, instead of speaking to give himself away, he flipped her over. She caught her balance, but instead of leaving her on her hands and knees, a firm hand pushed her chest against the mattress. Her hands were tugged behind her back and tied there, leaving her no option but to just sigh as her ass was left in the air. The mattress dipped as someone joined her on the bed.

  Arousal still sizzled through her, flaring anew when a smack sounded, the heat firing an echo on her ass cheek.

  Maya fucking giggled at the ridiculousness of it all. “You totally just smacked my ass.”


  The mouth trailing kisses along her spine curled up in a grin, and Maya wished to hear their voices.

  Before she could even ask, the blindfold was removed, and she winced at the little bit of light in the room. When she glanced back, she found Amir at her ass, his cock centered at her core and ready to thrust forward. He smirked at her.

  “Like you wouldn’t know this was me.” With his confident words, he slid inside achingly slow, the different position making him feel larger—stretching her differently even with how slick she was—their combined cum leaking down her thighs. When he filled her completely, his hips pressing against hers, she moaned into the sheets, her hands twisting together behind her back.

  When his palms landed on her cheeks, spreading her open, she jerked her eyes open and back to him.

  “Gods, you’re fucking perfect, umri. Look at how effortlessly you take this big cock.” His words were dirty, but the way he slid in and out through the wetness of the others’ cum was hot as fuck. She clenched around him, pulling a groan from his lips. When he glanced back down at her, mischief lit his sunshine eyes, and she felt his thumb caress downward. The movements of his hips slacked, until he barely moved within her as he collected a bit of the wetness and brought his thumb back to circle her ass.

  Her eyes widened, and she opened her mouth to protest when he interrupted.

  “Don’t worry, we aren’t taking your ass tonight. But it’s never too early to practice, no?”

  She guessed he was right, and the thrill that cut through her at the filthiness of it made her breath catch. Maya had never done anything like that—but she’d be damned if the thought didn’t make her heart beat faster. She was bound and tied, at their mercy, and it was delicious.

  Turning her head to the other side, she found August relaxed beside her, on his side and watching her expression. She tried to remember the differences in the two that had taken her first, but couldn’t pinpoint who had been whom.

  He leaned in to kiss her, and she grinned against his lips, the kiss breaking not only from the curl of her lips, but from the gasp that escaped when Amir railed into her again, sending her forward on the mattress. August’s light touch trailed up her back, watching her expression.

  When she met his gaze, she realized what an intimate moment this was. He could see every expression that crossed her face, and she resisted the urge to close her eyes and break the connection.

  Instead, she held his stare as Amir fucked her, and circled his thumb around her ring of nerves, pressing and playing until her breath caught.

  “Relax, Maya.” Amir breathed the words against her spine, his breath sending chills across her body even though it was hot, she was sweating, and she’d been fucked two times already.

  Maya almost mouthed off, almost asked him how it would ever be possible to relax enough for that, when August leaned in to kiss her again, taking her breath away as his tongue traced the seam of her lips. The gentle way he brushed her hair from her eyes slowed her heart rate down and enabled her to do just that—she relaxed.

  Amir took full advantage, pressing into her until the first knuckle of his thumb was inside of her. She cried out at the sensation, the slight sting mixed with the pleasure almost too much to handle, burying her head into the sheets as she gasped. Even though he only entered her with that first knuckle, she felt so full. And when he rocked his hips, sliding out of her pussy until just the head remained and slamming into her again, she cried out again at the intensity.

  It was fucking amazing!

  His thumb still pressed in circles inside her, and with the way he began pounding her into the mattress, another wave crested even though she didn’t think it was possible.

  “Fuck, Amir. Fuck!”

  “Take all of me, Maya.” His thrusts punctuated his words, her piercings brushing against the bed, the motion tugging and sending shockwaves over her nerve endings. “And when you’re ready, we’ll take this ass too. We’ll claim you in every. Fucking. Way.”

  His thumb slid a little bit deeper before pulling back slightly, shallowly fucking her ass as his huge dick continued to slam into her. Taking her breath away at the pressure she felt between the dual sensations, she was a mess of nerve endings. She could have laughed but was too focused on the rush that flooded her system. She hadn’t thought it was possible, but another orgasm was building, a flush of heat lighting her up as her legs shook.

  Her hands curled in on each other, until she knew she’d leave marks in her own skin, trying to stave off the impending climax, but when Amir reached around her, punctuating his final few thrusts with a flick on her clit, she erupted with a scream that tore through the room. His thrusts stuttered, until he too exploded, his hips smacking against her ass one last time as his cock seemed to swell within her before he came with a shout. Spurt after spurt surged inside her, branding her as his. Her pleasure detonated in response, like a burst of light—fireworks—behind her eyes, and she was left to float back to the ground like debris on the Fourth of July.

  Maya must have actually blacked out, because when she came to, her hands were unbound, and she was laid out on the bed with three very attentive men caressing her skin.

  Slowly, she cracked her eyes open and found Amir staring down at her where he was propped up on an arm, brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face.

  “You okay?” His words were simple but Maya read everything else between the lines. It was in the way he curled over her to look deep into her eyes, assessing if she was truly fine. In the way he oh so carefully brushed his fingers across her skin.

  Maya realized in that moment, that sometimes it was okay to let other people take care of her. In this case—her men. Her men.

  Asher butted Amir out of the way, a gentle smile curling his lips as she stared up at him. With the butterflies fluttering in her stomach, and the floaty headspace she seemed to be in, she was surprised not to see glittering lights floating around his head.

  “I think we spent enough time dirtying you up, yeah? Let’s get clean.”

  She grinned at him as he picked her up off the bed, her heart fluttering as his arms wrapped around her to hold her close. “You gonna take care of me, Asher?”

  “Always. If you’ll let me, inine.”

  Yeah, they’d claimed her tonight, but she had claimed them, too, even if they didn’t fucking know it yet.

  Chapter Thirteen

  It was late in the night, or early in the morning depending on how you looked at it, when Maya stepped out of the shower. Hair dripping, body squeaky clean, and a grin on her face. The bright sink lights were harsh on her complexion, but they did nothing to bleach the flush from her cheeks.

  Asher had helped her escape from the kitty pile to get clean in the shower, thankfully. She was unable to stand the sticky wetness between her thighs for another second—no matter how sexy it had been in the moment. Musing over the revelation she’d had, giddiness coursed through her veins. A new happiness, something she’d never felt before, not even with Alex.

  I actually fell in love with my cats… Maya, you crazy girl.

  She tried to talk some sense into herself, but the bubbly feeling persisted. Shrugging, she pushed it aside for now, still grinning, and towel dried her hair before following her nightly routine and opening the door again.

  When she did, it revealed something she never thought she’d find.

  Her men had been conversing quietly, their heads tucked together in a conspiratorial whisper. When they turned, the empty, cruel look in their eyes brought a lump to her throat. Whoever had the amulet, their influence had now taken ahold of her men. That was the only explanation that would put such a look in their eyes. She backed up, knowing she couldn’t take three of them at one time, but before she could get the door slammed to the bathroom, August was there, jamming the door open with his foot and knee in the way. Maya’s heart pounded as she glanced up, the hatred in his amber eyes something she would never forget.

  “What, is this Doppelgang
land?”

  August frowned at her. “References are my thing.”

  “No. References were August’s thing. You’re not August.”

  And he wasn't. August would never look at her with such perverted glee in his gaze. He would also never grab the door, jerk it from her grasp, and pull her by the arm into the bedroom, shoving her toward the bed. Catching herself against the mattress, she glared at the three of them when they peered over at her.

  “We should take her with us,” Asher announced, only for the other two to agree.

  “Absolutely. We can have a lot of fun while we fuck off with whatever the bastard wants,” Amir agreed, the harshness in his tone even more stark than usual, any hint of his previous self gone.

  It seemed the only thing they had in common with their old selves was… her.

  Lucky me.

  Maya’s thoughts ran a million miles an hour—trying to work out how she could get the amulet back and revert them to normal. The only way to do that would be to actually hold the amulet again, and the only way to do that would be—

  “Yes. Take me with you,” she called over to them.

  Asher turned with an arched brow. “Why so eager? Can’t get enough of us?”

  Maya resisted the urge to roll her eyes and shrugged instead, curling her shoulders in and crossing her arms defensively. “I’ll take what I can fucking get, okay?”

  “You wanna go with us to see…What was his name?” August snapped his fingers in the air, as if trying to recall. “You know what, I don’t think he mentioned a name. That’s fine. If we’re going to die for your carelessness, you can come with us. You’re not leaving us like you did Malak.”