Shay, Ashley and Hunter, Josie - The Lady Takes a Pride [The Shifters of Catamount, Texas 1] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever)

by Ashley Shay

  When her spasms had stopped, Gabe moved back, and Dusty turned her to face him. He placed his hands under her hips, raised her, and for the first time, impaled her on the thick meat of his cock. She was so lubricated he had no trouble sliding into her. She was warm, wet, tight, and perfect. The sensation of her pussy sheathing his dick was better than anything Dusty had ever felt before or would again. He’d had women, and he’d had a mate. Jillian had been everything the brothers could ever want or need. But Carly seemed…

  He stared into her lust-dazed, half-lidded blue eyes, seeking the answer, but found nothing beyond passion and love and sensual delight. Still, as he lifted her off his cock and yanked her back down, each movement of the powerful rhythm forced him to acknowledge that this woman seemed so much more than a mate. She felt special in some way. She clamped down around his girth and rocked her hips forward to meet him, grinding her pelvis against him.

  “Oh God, Dusty,” she moaned. “Your cock touches every part of me. Can you feel how wet I am for you?”

  Dusty secured her hips in his hands and jerked her to meet his thrusts, pulling and shoving to move her as he wanted, back and forth in quick movement on his hard-on. Her pussy rippled with delightful little spasms.

  She pushed her sweaty face into his neck, and her warm breath fluttered across his skin, spurring him on. “Make me come,” she whispered. “I want to come hard.”

  He didn’t have to be told twice. When a lady asked, he was more than happy to please. He tightened his hands on her glorious ass and ground her clit against his body in short, rapid strokes. She leaned back in his arms, clinging to his shoulders with her fingertips. Her lips parted, and tiny pants escaped from her mouth. Her creamy white breasts heaved and bounced with the movement of her chest. The nipples had become perfect pink points, and he ached to take one in his mouth.

  As if she’d read his mind, she lifted slightly and leaned forward. He lashed out and wrapped his mouth around one pink bud of temptation. He sucked hard, pulling in nipple and flesh and letting the taste of her wash over his tongue. She groaned and pulled his head tighter against her, and he worked faster and faster, pushing his cock in short bursts into her pussy while grinding against her clit. The power of the orgasm began to descend. He felt the sensation washing through his body as his cock swelled and throbbed in agony. He’d die if he had to go much longer.

  Tyler stepped behind Carly, and for one moment, Dusty felt his brother’s hand graze his as Tyler reached for Carly’s anus. Dusty glanced up without releasing his mouthful of breast and saw Tyler’s intent. As Tyler inserted his finger, Carly’s eyes snapped open.

  “God, yes,” she said. “Deeper, Ty. Harder. Oh yes, use two. In and out…That feels wonderful. Yes, Dusty, yes!”

  Carly’s head fell back, and she cried out, her body bucking and jerking in his arms. As her pussy clutched his dick, he let go, his cum jetting out in hard pulses of ecstasy. He squeezed his eyes closed and tightened his grip on Carly’s ass, holding her steady as she rode out their orgasms, but he nearly doubled over with the force of their pleasure. When she’d milked him dry, his cock still twitched inside her, and his body quivered with the adrenaline that flowed through it.

  Carly’s voice drifted up to him. “It was…perfect.”

  His dick slid out of her body, and he felt her being pulled away. He opened his eyes to find Carly in Shane’s arms.

  “My turn,” his brother said.

  Dusty hated to relinquish her. He was already looking forward to the next time.

  * * * *

  Shane’s cock felt like a solid iron rod. He’d never been so hard in his life. He swung around and lay back on the bed. Carly fell across his chest like a limp rag doll, burrowing her face into his chest and rubbing her nose in the hair.

  “Hmm, you smell so good,” she murmured.

  He gripped her upper arms, yanked her up his body, then angled upward and covered her mouth with his. Immediately her lips parted, and she came alive, her tongue searching for his. She roughly cupped his face in her hands and began to devour his mouth. He practically melted beneath her sexual frenzy. When he came up for a breath, he said, “Mount me, Carly. Ride me.”

  “I’ll ride you, Shane. I’ll ride you hard.”

  She parted her legs, and her thighs settled along his hips. She sat up straight, straddling him, and taking his bobbing cock in her hands, she lifted up and impaled herself. His cock slid smoothly through her wet pussy, and her body slammed down to touch his.

  “I want you deep,” she said, “so deep I can feel your balls against my ass.” She reached behind her and cupped his tight, hot, aching balls in her hand. She palmed them gently, rubbing and sliding her hand against his skin as she began to rock. The coarse hair on his balls prickled with the friction, adding to the sensations beginning to pound through his body. Carly arched her back, her hot pussy sliding back and forth on his throbbing dick. He already felt the pulse rippling beneath his skin, and his cougar wanted to howl. She squeezed his balls gently.

  “Don’t come yet, lover. I want to enjoy this cock.”

  He groaned with the need to come. After watching Gabe and Dusty take care of her, he was at the end of his rope. He’d stroked and hand-fucked his cock, nearing the edge again and again, but after seeing Tyler’s finger plunge into Carly’s ass, he’d nearly come. He’d had to squeeze his dick hard to stem off the release.

  He gripped her hips, guiding her body back and forth, back and forth. She smiled down at him then slipped her hand between her legs. He watched her index finger slide between her spread pussy lips to gently touch his dick. She slipped her finger inside her body when his cock pushed in.

  “God, that feels good,” she said. “I’m so hot and wet.”

  When she removed her finger, Shane saw it glistened with her juices. Her tongue came out to wet her lips, and she moved her finger toward her mouth.

  “No, me,” Shane said breathlessly.

  She smiled and placed her finger against his lips, and he sucked it into his mouth, delighting in the taste of her cum and the fluids of her pussy. He let his tongue swirl around her finger then she pulled it out with a pop. Evil woman that she was, she once again dipped her finger toward her pussy, this time pressing it against her plump swollen clit. She rubbed in tiny circles, her thighs quivering against his body as she got closer and closer to her orgasm.

  He continued to pump, harder and faster, but when Tyler stepped up behind her, he once again forced his beast down and held the orgasm off. He’d surely die tonight from the sexual tension.

  * * * *

  Tyler slathered lube over his finger and hard cock and stepped between Shane’s legs. His gaze traced the beautiful globes of her ass as she rode Shane’s cock. Carly was made for them, so she’d had no trouble with anal sex at all, accepting their cocks in her ass as easily as her pussy. But he still wanted it to be as smooth as it could be. He fingered her for a few minutes, stroking his index finger in and out until her moans had reached a fever pitch.

  “Now, Shane. Make her come.”

  He didn’t know what his brother did, but Carly stiffened, and her body began to tremble. Tyler slid his dick into her ass between pulses, going halfway in before she’d even noticed. When she did, she fell back against him, moaning how great it felt, and Tyler pushed in to the hilt, his balls slapping against her ass.

  He moved tentatively and felt Shane slide against the membrane separating them, and he gave Carly a moment to adjust to the feel of two cocks. But she was having none of it. She surged forward then backward, impaling herself rhythmically on their dicks and drawing deep sensations from his groin that built up until his balls throbbed with the need to release.

  “Please,” Carly said, “I need a cock in my mouth.”

  Tyler glanced between Gabe and Dusty, and Dusty motioned the coyote forward. “Go ahead, man. It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt.”

  Gabe stepped forward eagerly and knelt on the bed near Shane’s head. Car
ly leaned forward and locked her beautiful mouth around his cock. Tyler couldn’t see anything but the gorgeous line of her back and her sweep of hair falling forward. Gabe took her head between his hands and held her steady. Each time she rocked on their cocks, she moved on Gabe’s dick as well.

  Dusty stood near the bed, his hand tugging on his cock with the same steady rhythm. His other hand cupped his balls and squeezed.

  Tyler knew he couldn’t hold out much longer and admired Shane’s stamina. He’d been at this a lot longer.

  Tyler forced the words out between the grinding pleasure coursing through his body. “I gotta come.”

  “Truer words…were never spoken,” Shane murmured.

  He increased the speed of his thrusting, and Tyler mimicked the movement. Tyler watched Gabe’s jaw clench as a melodic hum joined the chorus of moans and groans and the sounds of slick bodies slapping against each other.

  “Oh, God,” Gabe choked. “She’s humming.”

  “Enjoy it, my man,” Dusty said. His hand began to work faster on his dick. He squeezed his eyes closed, and a rope of cum spurted from his dick in three rapid-fire pulses.

  Tyler knew the moment Gabe released. His body froze for a split second then jerked forward. His hips slammed toward Carly’s face, and she moved forward to meet them. That did him in. He released with a groan, the force of his ejaculation forcing his pulsing cock even deeper into her ass.

  Shane followed quickly. Tyler felt the pulses against his dick, and the combination forced another batch of cum to spurt. Carly released Gabe’s cock and sat up straight, grabbing Shane’s hips and bucking once, twice, three times until she shuddered and fell into a heap on his chest.

  Tyler ran his hands down the length of her sweaty back, rubbing gently until she began to coo like a tiny bird. He withdrew slowly and headed for the bathroom on trembling legs to clean up. He took one last look at most of his adult pride. Shane had wrapped his arms around Carly, holding her tight. Dusty had fallen into a puddle on the floor, his chest rising and falling with massive breaths. Gabe had fallen back on the pillows, a boneless heap.

  What a mate they had. He smiled and whistled as he started the shower.

  * * * *

  Viper gave a lazy wave of his hand, and the man slumped in the chair suddenly screamed, twisting and coiling, trying desperately to fight against the magical bonds holding him firmly in place. Viper smiled. “You thought your magic was powerful, shaman, but mine is stronger.”

  “Then why do you need—”

  Viper waved his hand again, and the man shot bolt upright as pain electrified his body. Viper wasn’t sure how bad the pain was, but based on the terrified look on the man’s face and the shrill shriek coming from him, it looked to be pretty fucking bad.

  “Don’t question me,” Viper snapped. “It’s never good to question me.”

  Antonio Sabatini lifted his head wearily. His dark, sweat-streaked hair hung into his old, but still handsome, face. His eyelids fluttered, and when he looked up, Viper saw the transparent scale of his snakeskin had appeared over each eye. Magic or not, the shifter was losing it. Sabatini shook his head, trying to regain his control, but it must have been tough given the low-level current thrumming through his body. Viper saw no reason to give the prick a break.

  “Please, there is nothing more I can tell you,” Sabatini said. “I put a protection spell over the Lucas ranch. They paid me. You have already found ways to circumvent it. What do you want with me?” The man looked at Viper with pleading eyes, his body trembling violently. “We are both serpents, are we not? We must make our way in this world the best we can. I offer protection against shifters. That is my profession.”

  “I have no problem with people making a living, but I’ll be damned if I let someone interfere with my own attempt.” Viper drummed his fingers against his lips, thinking. He bent low, placing his face only inches from the shaman’s. “How did you set the spell to allow friends and employees inside without issue? I’m assuming the alarm doesn’t respond to every large shifter that enters the grounds.”

  The shaman swallowed hard. “Please, that is my trademark…” He screamed again as Viper performed his own brand of magic. Some people never learned.

  “You were saying?” Viper prompted.

  Sabatini slumped against the chair. His defenses were completely down now. Viper watched the man fighting to remain human as his serpent form shimmered under the skin, trying to repair the damage Viper had inflicted. He couldn’t allow that. They’d be here all day, and he had things to do. “Do you need another incentive to talk, my friend?”

  Sabatini shook his head violently. “No, please. I will tell you, but it cannot be spoken in the human tongue. There is nothing in this language to translate what I must tell you. This knowledge has been passed through my family for generations. It is sacred to the—”

  “Yes, I get it,” Viper interrupted impatiently. “You may change, but know that I am stronger than you, shaman, in either form. If you try anything, you will die. Besides, my large friend here has a particular fondness for your type of serpent.” He leaned down and winked at the shaman. “Eats them for breakfast.”

  The man shivered when he glanced toward Talon.

  Viper turned to the eagle shifter. “You know what to do.”

  Talon nodded, and Viper shifted into his snake form, listening to the sibilant sounds of the shaman as he spilled his ancient secrets in a language older than time. It wouldn’t be easy, but with a little finesse and planning, he might be able to work this out. Thankfully, too, he’d made a backup plan. It never hurt to think ahead.

  * * * *

  Carly smiled and simply lay against Shane, enjoying the feel of his rapid heartbeat against her chest. She’d never felt so content, so satisfied, or so complete in her life. Only one thing would have made it better, and she planned to handle that starting tomorrow.

  Cougar would be brought into the fold, even if she had to bring him in kicking and screaming, and she thought she knew how. He would be making a run to Catamount in the morning, and she’d ride along with him. No doubt he would protest, but she would insist. If she held the position of female alpha, she needed to know what business dealings the Lucas brothers owned, jointly and individually. More to the point, she wanted to get inside Cougar’s club. Clandestine. From Rosa’s observation, Cougar had been neglecting his business for a couple of weeks. It seemed probable to Carly he would want to check in before returning to the ranch. She wondered who managed it for him and what dark things went on inside. Did shifters mate with humans in their animal forms? Was open shifting allowed in the club? What sort of shifters enjoyed the bondage scene? Did they prefer their own species, or was interspecies sex encouraged? Carly had a million questions about the place.

  Around her she could hear the soft night sounds of her mates sleeping, or drowsing as they enjoyed the afterglow of sex. It filled Carly with contentment, and she stretched her sore muscles and snuggled closer to Dusty, using him as a pillow.

  At least Cougar had kissed her tonight like he meant it. He seemed so apart from the others, and she knew he would have to be handled differently if she wanted to win his complete love and trust.

  As she drifted into a sort of wakeful dreaming, she wondered if she dare put on any of the leather under her street clothes. How erotic would that be, wearing sexy leather underwear while touring a bondage club? Rosa had already warned her that Cougar was the strictest and most popular Dom in Catamount. His word was law with his sexual partners, and he expected to be obeyed at every whim. With a wink, Rosa also explained he made it worth the women’s time to obey him. His sexual skills were legendary, and would-be partners fought to be in his circle of favorites.

  “Sleep, Carly,” Dusty whispered in her ear.

  She realized she must have been squirming around as she envisioned what she would wear and how Cougar might react to it. With a sigh of determination, Carly shut her eyes and willed sleep to come. Tomorrow she planned
to start taming a Cougar.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Cougar made it into the kitchen before anyone else in the household, including Lucia. He checked everything before making a pot of coffee, satisfied that nothing had breached the food containers he insisted Lucia use from this point on.

  With a smile, he heard the old housekeeper shuffling her way to the kitchen. He should talk to Ty about getting Lucia some help. She insisted she could still take care of them, and she did an admirable job, but she’d worked so hard all her life. Cougar wanted to give her a deserved break. She gave a tiny gasp and put her hand over her heart when she found him sitting at the table with a stoneware mug in his hand.

  “Dios, you filled me with fright, Cougar. Lo que estas pasando? What are you doing up so early?” She glanced through the French door where the sun had just barely risen over the horizon. She seemed confused with her morning tradition broken. She puttered around at the counter, apparently unsure what to do with coffee already made. She stared at the pot for a moment with a frown then turned around, her eyes wide. “You made café?”

  “I do know how, you know.” He gave her a smirk.

  “Did you make it muy fuerte?”

  Cougar laughed. “It’s practically mud.”

  “Sí, es bueno.”

  “Then come sit down and have coffee with me.” Cougar guided her into a nearby chair. “It will be a while before the others get up. They had a long night.”

  Lucia’s dark, birdlike gaze fastened on him. “You did not enjoy a long night with the mate also?”

  “No, I wasn’t…” He started to explain, and then realized he didn’t have to. Lucia knew him well enough to understand. She poured a dollop of cream in her coffee and a generous helping of cinnamon sugar, taking her time to stir the mixture. Why she wanted her coffee strong and yet poured so much into it defied his imagination. She seemed to be thinking of what she wanted to say. Cougar stifled a smile, waiting.