Panther's Pride [Black Panthers 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Leah Brooke

  And they weren’t in human form.

  Although they’d shifted several times over the last few weeks, they’d never done it without warning her.

  Wondering if they were testing her, she groaned and lifted her head from under the pillow, turning her upper body to look down at them. Smiling, she shook her head at the sight of both of them, in panther form, sitting at the foot of her bed. “Well, my two pussycats.”

  Pleased that she could now tell them apart, she kicked at Leland, who licked her toes again. “Stop that. I was sleeping, you know.”

  Joe shifted and covered her body with his. “I don’t know how you can sleep with all those covers on you. It’s hot as hell in here. Did something happen to the air-conditioner?” He yanked the covers aside with a soft growl.

  Moaning at the feel of his cock against the back of her thigh, she spread her legs and lifted against him. “I like the fan.”

  She’d turned off the air-conditioner a week ago, hoping to make her small savings last as long as possible. “Did you just get back?”

  They’d been hired for another job, and had gone away a little over a week ago, despite her objections.

  She’d allowed him to change the subject, knowing she had no right to interfere in their business, but she’d been worried about them. She hadn’t slept well until they’d called her last night to say that they were on their way home.

  “I missed you.” Turning over, she lifted her hands to his shoulders, smiling as Leland, still in panther form, stretched out on the bed beside her.

  Letting her gaze rake over both of them, she tried to keep the concern from her voice, not wanting them to think she couldn’t handle their lives. “Are you both okay?”

  Naked and warm, Joe slid his hands beneath her shoulder blades and lifted her, smiling as he bent to kiss her nipple. “We are now.”

  Running her hand through his hair, she reached for Leland, thrilling at the soft, silky feel of warm fur under her hand. “I can never get over how soft you are.”

  In a heartbeat, the fur beneath her hand became hard, sleek muscle.

  With a smile, Leland leaned over her, his long, silky hair a curtain around her face. Sliding a hand over her breast, he bent to tease her lips with his. “That’s where you’re wrong, baby. I’ve been hard as a rock ever since I came through the front door. Being away from you was rougher than I thought it would be.”

  Trembling at the surge of emotion and arousal, Glenna slid her hands through his hair, arching into his touch. “For me, too. A week seemed like forever.” Running her lips from his cheek to his jaw before burying her face against his neck, she breathed him in. “Why did you shift? Were you testing me? Did you think I’d be scared?”

  Lifting his head, Leland looked down at her, his eyes unreadable. “Something like that. Maybe I just want to get you used to seeing me that way.” Bending, he sipped at her lips. “Maybe I keep looking for disgust in your eyes.” Lifting his head again, he slid an arm beneath her pillow. “You still look a little apprehensive when you see us in panther form.”

  Sucking in a breath at the gentle scrape of Joe’s teeth over her belly, Glenna smiled, cupping Leland’s jaw. “It’s those teeth. They look sharp as hell.”

  Sliding down her body, Joe lifted her thighs and hooked them over his broad shoulders. “All the better to eat you with, honey.”

  Jolting at the feel of his hot tongue running through her slit, Glenna grabbed on to Leland, who chuckled and lowered his head.

  Swallowing her cries of pleasure, Leland ran his hand over her breasts, rolling one nipple between his thumb and forefinger before moving on to the other.

  Writhing against him, she pushed the backs of her thighs against Joe’s shoulders, crying out at every flick of his tongue against her clit. The tingling sensation hit her without warning, the rush of bliss tightening every muscle in her body.

  Swallowing her cries, Leland gathered her close. “That’s it, baby. Yeah, Joe’s really enjoying himself.”

  Glenna closed her eyes, shaking her head from side to side as Joe shoved her knees back to her chest and fucked her pussy with his tongue. “Oh, God. It feels so good. Hell, I’m not even awake yet.”

  Lifting his head, Joe eased her legs back down. “We’re just getting started, my love.”

  The bed shifted and the unmistakable sound of foil ripping had her opening her eyes again. Fascinated, she watched Joe roll on a condom and toss one to Leland.

  With a slow smile, Joe braced a knee at the foot of the bed again and parted her thighs. “While you’re all nice and loose, Leland and I are going to take you together.”

  Covering her body with his, he entered her with one smooth thrust, filling her pussy with steely heat. Smiling at her cry of delight, he wrapped an arm around her and rolled to his back, taking her with him. His eyes glittered with hunger and possessiveness as he settled her over him and slid his hands into her hair. “Yes, we’ve teased you with that long enough, haven’t we, baby?”

  Her bottom clenched in anticipation, the feel of Leland’s gaze on it as he slid from the bed making it burn. They’d teased her bottom several times in the last few weeks, sliding a lubed finger into her as they made love to her as though trying to get her used to the sensation.

  She didn’t think she’d ever get used to it.

  Clenching on Joe’s cock, she gripped his shoulders, rocking her hips, the mental image of Leland’s cock making her groan. “It’s so big.” With another groan, she took him deeper. “I don’t know if I can do this.”

  Leland closed in from behind her. “You can, baby. You’re ready. I won’t hurt you. I’ll only give you as much as you can take.” His voice had deepened to that growly sound she loved so much, the same sound Joe made from beneath her.

  “Nice and easy, baby. Hold on to Joe.”

  The feel of a hard hand flattening on her back sent a shiver through her, one that had Joe wrapping his arms around her and crooning to her as Leland’s lubed finger slid into her.

  Sucking in a breath at the cold—at the always shocking intimate invasion—she tried to sit up, but Joe’s arms tightened around her, preventing it.

  “Stay here, baby. I’ve got you.”

  Moaning when Leland withdrew his finger, she stiffened, knowing that he would push it back into her soon with more lube. She couldn’t close her legs with his powerful thighs between them, but couldn’t help tightening her buttocks, which also tightened her pussy on Joe’s cock.

  He groaned, lifting his hips to push his cock deeper. “Hurry up, Leland. Christ, just thinking about how it’s gonna feel is driving me crazy.”

  Leland pushed two fingers into her. “No way. I’m not rushing. We’ve taken it nice and slow so we didn’t scare her, or take her before she was ready. I’m not gonna take the chance of hurting her.”

  His fingers moved inside her, spreading the lube, the sensation always so intimate and startling. “That’s it, baby. Nice and easy. You’re lubed up real good now.”

  Glenna shivered as he pulled his fingers from her, chills going up and down her spine when he pressed his cock against her puckered opening. Remembering the stark sexuality and vulnerability she’d felt when he’d only entered her a few inches, she began to tremble in earnest at the thought of him going deeper. “Oh, God.”

  “Hold on to her, Joe. I’ve got to go as slow as I can.”

  The tight ring of muscle didn’t stand a chance against the persistent pressure of Leland’s cock, giving way and allowing the thick head to push inside.

  Stiffening against the burning sensation, she cried out and instinctively tried to close against him.

  The raw sexuality of his thick cock keeping her open and pressing deeper had her crying out again, trembling even harder.

  Leland’s voice, raw and husky sent another shiver through her, the tension in it as he started to enter her adding to the erotic atmosphere. “So fucking tight. No, baby. Don’t tense up. Loosen up and let me in, honey. Yeah. That’s

my girl. Fuck, hold on to her! I’m gonna go deeper.”

  Glenna’s toes curled, her knees digging into the bedding. Crying out when Leland slid both hands to her hips and used his thumbs to pull her bottom cheeks wider, she squeezed her eyes closed and threw her head back in abandon. “Leland! Oh, God. Oh, God.” Fisting her hands on Joe’s chest, she cried out again at the sharp tugs to her nipples.

  Joe’s hands went to her waist, holding her as he began to move faster. “Fucking incredible.” Sliding his hands to her breasts, he teased her nipples, watching her face as Leland began his slow thrusts. “So hot. So soft.”

  The heat of Leland’s body pressed against hers, his shallow thrusts going just a little deeper with every stroke. “Deeper, baby. A little deeper. Take a little more.”

  Glenna cried out as his teeth sank into the sensitive spot between her neck and shoulder. It was so erotic. So primitive. So possessive.

  Carnal, but with a gentleness and affection that tore through her defenses.

  Leland growled in his throat as he held her, a growl of pleasure and possessiveness that thrilled her.

  It felt incredible, a bombardment to her system that left her helpless and filled with a kind of pleasure that left her reeling. She couldn’t imagine anything better than being filled by both of her lovers. She couldn’t imagine anything more intense.

  With his hands at her breasts, Joe groaned, rocking his hips harder. “Yeah, baby. So fucking good.”

  They developed a rhythm, moving increasingly faster, but with a gentleness that stunned her.

  Releasing his hold on her neck, Leland licked her shoulder as if to relieve the sting left behind. “My cock’s all the way up your tight ass, baby. I’m as deep as you can take me.”

  The wickedness and raw sexuality of their lovemaking stunned her, and fed a need inside her she hadn’t known existed. Her body made demands of its own, thrusting harder against them as she sank her nails into Joe’s chest.

  Throwing her head back again, she groaned with every thrust, the rippling pleasure wiping out the last of her inhibitions. With pleasure so all-consuming, she didn’t stand a chance of holding back. “Yes. Yes. Yes. So deep. Oh, God. I’m coming.”

  Her pussy and ass clenched on them as the first wave hit her, the too-full feeling even more intense.

  Their curses and harsh groans thrilled her, adding to ecstasy rolling through her. Every inch of her body shimmered with a sublime pleasure that brought tears to her eyes, one escaping to trickle down her cheek as both Joe and Leland groaned and thrust deep.

  She loved them.

  By taking her together, they’d cemented the closeness and connection between them in a way that left her stunned and feeling vulnerable.

  Their hands glided over her skin, and even now—spent and still trembling—she could easily tell Joe’s touch from Leland’s. Both soothed her, the crooning sounds they made in their throats sounding so much like purrs of pleasure—of delight—and so filled with affection and caring that it brought a lump to her throat.

  Joe’s eyes remained closed as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. “Hmm. Come here, baby.” Firm strokes of his hands up and down her sides eased some of her trembling, while Leland closed around her from behind.

  Running his lips over her back and his hands up and down her thighs, Leland groaned. “She’s so passionate that it’s hard for her to come down. She’s shaking so hard.” Sliding his hand into her hair, he pushed it aside to nuzzle the back of her neck. “So beautiful. So soft. So giving. Christ, what the hell am I going to do about you?”

  Love me.

  She wanted to say it so badly, but knew that it was the last thing she could say to them. Scared of the wedge she would drive between them if she uttered the words, she choked back a sob and buried her face deeper against Joe’s neck, struggling to suppress the tears that just kept flowing.

  “Hey!” Joe stiffened beneath her. Shoving at Leland, he cupped her face, lifting it from his shoulder. “She’s crying!”

  Leland cursed, easing his cock from her bottom. “I’m sorry, baby. Fuck. Easy, honey.”

  “No.” Shaking her head, Glenna wiped away her tears and reached for him. Drawing a shaky breath, she looked from one to the other, smiling through her tears to ease the anxiety and self-loathing on their faces. “It was perfect.”

  The last words came out as a sob, one that had Joe and Leland looking at each other as if she’d lost her mind.

  Through her tears, she giggled at the panicked look in their eyes, dizzy at the emotions swirling inside her. Dropping her head against Joe’s chest, she reached up to slide a hand into Leland’s long hair. “You make me feel so special.”

  Joe’s hands moved up and down her spine, his eyes searching hers. “You are special, baby. What did you mean about it being perfect, and why were you crying?”

  Her face burned. “It’s silly. I’m sorry that I scared you, but that’s part of it.”

  Propped on an elbow next to her, Leland took her hand in his, his smile indulgent, but his eyes remained watchful. “You’re not making sense, honey.”

  With her emotions running high, she knew she had to be careful. Sitting up, she eyed both of them. “It’s stupid, but it just really felt like I belonged to both of you.”

  Lifting herself from Joe’s cock, she bent to kiss Leland, and started to move away, smiling when he pulled her back down for another kiss.

  “You do.” He ran his hand over her breast, pausing to stroke her nipple with a fingertip.

  Sliding off the bed, she rose, watching them as she circled past the foot of the bed. “But, it was more than that.”

  Choking up, she headed for the door. “I felt closer to both of you than I ever have before.”

  “Then why are you leaving in such a rush?” Leland grabbed a tissue from her dresser and removed the condom on his way to her, but Glenna backed away, holding a hand out. “Give me a minute.”

  Joe frowned, rising from the bed and crossing the room toward her. “But, honey—”

  Shaking her head, she breathed a sigh of relief when they both stopped. “I’m sorry. Sometimes it hits me hard.”

  Joe took a step closer, frowning when she stepped back. “What does, baby?”

  “How much I love both of you.”

  * * * *

  I love you, too.

  Swallowing the words cost him, but Joe promised himself that he wouldn’t utter them until he was free to be with her.

  Watching Glenna walk away, he paused just long enough to share a look with his stunned friend before going after her, cursing when he found the bathroom door locked. “Glenna, let me in.”

  “I need some privacy.”

  Not wanting to embarrass her, he headed to the other bathroom, with the intention of getting back to her as soon as possible.

  He needed a few minutes anyway to come to terms with his decision.

  He didn’t know what Leland would think of his plan—and didn’t care.

  He wanted her in his life, and if he had to leave the pack to have her, he would.

  He couldn’t endanger the others by having her living at the farm, but he couldn’t imagine a life without her.

  He had things to take care of, and things to discuss with Leland and his pack mates, obligations to meet before he could walk away from his friends and begin a life with her.

  Vincent would be outraged, but Joe didn’t care.

  Nothing could interfere with the life he wanted with Glenna.

  He had a lot to do today. By tonight, he’d be free to say the words he desperately needed to say to her.

  She accepted him for what he was, and he couldn’t wait to start their lives together.

  * * * *

  Leland paused outside the bathroom door, listening to Joe and Glenna talking in the shower.

  He couldn’t deny his feelings another day. He loved her.

  It changed everything.

  He needed to talk to his pack mates and make sure a new Alpha was in place before he could leave.

  He owed them that. He’d promised to take care of them, and he had.

  If they needed him, he would always be available, but he couldn’t keep Glenna at an emotional distance any longer.

  His chest swelled at the knowledge that she loved him, too.

  Picturing her swollen with his child made him hard all over again, filling him with a possessive hunger that nearly brought him to his knees.

  He smiled to himself at the thought of the years to come.

  He loved her, and had no intention of letting the mistakes of his parents repeat themselves.

  He’d distance himself from the rest of the pack and begin a new life.

  With Glenna.

  * * * *

  Glenna smiled as she watched them leave, her smile falling as soon as they pulled out of view.

  She’d rushed them out as soon as she could, thankful for the excuse that she’d be late for work if she didn’t hurry.

  They’d both seemed to be in a hurry, too, not lingering over another cup of coffee the way they usually did.

  Tears and her declaration of love had probably scared them off, which was just as well under the circumstances.

  She closed the door and turned, racing back upstairs to the bathroom. Flinging the door to the cabinet under the sink open, she pulled out the stick she’d hidden earlier.

  Positive.

  Dropping to her knees, she stared at it, barely breathing.

  She was pregnant—and she had no way of knowing if the baby belonged to Joe or Leland.

  They’d already told her that they couldn’t allow themselves to have a family.

  Telling them would be like issuing an ultimatum, and she wouldn’t make them choose between her or the friends they loved so much, especially when they wouldn’t even know who the baby belonged to.

  She didn’t care which one of them fathered her baby, and she didn’t want to know. She considered both of them the baby’s father, but she didn’t know if they’d feel the same.

  Pressing a hand to her stomach, she stared at the stick, wondering if they’d demand tests to see which one of them had fathered a child.

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