Brooke, Leah - Panthers' Prey [Black Panthers 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Leah Brooke

  “He does.”

  She jumped, but didn’t turn, not daring to look away from the deadly beast in front of her. She caught sight of James standing in the doorway to the bathroom out of the corner of her eye, his presence making her feel a little bit better.

  “Even when he’s like this?”

  “Of course. He knows you very well, my mate, and understands every word you’re saying.”

  As if to prove the truth of those words, the panther showed his teeth in what she hoped was a smile, and purred.

  Bailey spared James a quick glance, her breath catching at the sight of him wearing one towel and rubbing his long hair with another.

  “Do you mean he can understand everything I’m saying, even though he’s a panther?”

  James chuckled and tossed the towel he used to dry his hair aside and came around the bed to recline behind her.

  “Of course. We’re not ordinary panthers, Bailey.”

  “Then why doesn’t he change back?”

  Toying with the ends of her hair, James sighed.

  “I guess that’s up to you to figure out. Maybe he wants to know that you accept that part of him.”

  Sensing the undercurrents in his tone, she gasped when the panther nudged her palm with the top of his head.

  “He does? Or both of you do?”

  Sitting up, James wrapped his arms around her from behind.

  “I guess both of us need it, Bailey. We need to know that you accept everything about your mates.”

  Fascinated despite her fear, Bailey stroked the panther’s head, smiling as he lifted his face and pushed against her.

  With remarkable ease, James pulled her back into the bed and cuddled up behind her, tossing his towel aside.

  “You’re beat. You probably didn’t get much sleep last night because you were worried about the necklace, and it’s been a big morning for you. Why don’t you take a nap? Your mates will watch over you. Sleep, honey.”

  The thought that she needed to be watched over seemed ridiculous, but he sounded so serious and sincere, she found herself reluctant to offend him.

  To her amazement, the black panther—Marc, she reminded herself— leapt onto the bed and cuddled close to her. Much to her surprise, the warm body and soft fur against her had a soothing effect. Unable to help herself, and as naturally as though she’d done it a million times, she laid a hand on the silky fur and began to stroke.

  James was right. After the almost sleepless night, and then her search for her necklace, followed by amazing, mind-boggling sex, it had been an eventful day. As James stroked her from behind and she stroked the sleek panther, her eyes began to droop.

  “Okay. I believe you. I can’t really argue with what’s right in front of me.”

  She noticed that her words began to slur, but couldn’t do much about it.

  The purring of the big cat nestled against her lulled her. As did the warmth surrounding her as James snuggled up behind her.

  “I don’t believe in mates, though.” Yawning, she got into a more comfortable position, finding it increasingly difficult to get her thoughts together. “No such thing. Can’t meet somebody and know just by smelling them.”

  Between one breath and the next, the sleek fur became warm flesh, and she found herself cradled in two sets of arms.

  With a hand at the back of her head, Marc urged her to lay her head on his shoulder and kissed her hair.

  “No, baby. Sometimes it takes a little more than that, but it appears the results are the same. Go to sleep. We’ll work it out somehow.”

  She thought she heard something like, “It doesn’t appear that we have a choice,” but couldn’t work up the energy to reply.

  As soon as she’d managed to escape the system, she’d grown to rely on one thing.

  She was in charge of her own destiny.

  Chapter Nine

  As it had for the last several mornings, the sound of grumbling woke her. As it had for the last three days, it was followed almost immediately by Marc’s inventive cursing as he extricated himself from the bed.

  “Damn it, Bailey. This bed’s too fucking small for the three of us.”

  Without opening her eyes, Bailey groaned, rolling into the warm spot Marc just vacated and burying her face in the pillow. Breathing in his warm, male scent, she smiled as James followed and curled himself around her.

  “You can sleep at your house.”

  Sliding a hand under the covers, Marc patted her thigh, sending a barrage of delicious tingles to her slit as his fingers edged close.

  “You won’t sleep there, and the bed’s too cold when you’re not there.”

  Marc’s reluctance in admitting that came through in his tone, but at least he didn’t sound angry about it this morning.

  James chuckled and nuzzled her shoulder. A hand slid up over her hip and came around to cover her breast.

  “How’s my mate this morning?”

  Not a morning person, and still a little put out at the mate thing they seemed so obsessed with, Bailey grumbled and snuggled into the pillow. Without opening her eyes, she got into a more comfortable position and sighed, still worn out from the previous night.

  “I’m not your mate. Why don’t you go play with string or something and let me sleep?”

  Still half-asleep, she didn’t react as fast to the brief moment of stunned silence as she should have.

  She also should have known that there would be consequences for the insult.

  The sharp pinch to her nipple startled a yelp from her and had her eyes popping open. She scrambled to get away from James even as the jolt of electricity to her slit had her rubbing her thighs together for relief. The feel of his cock pressing into her back made her giggle, but before she could turn, Marc tossed the covers aside, grabbed her ankles, and flipped her to her back.

  Reaching desperately for something solid to hold on to, she grabbed at the covers, gasping as Marc forced her knees wide. She held her breath when his gaze settled on her mound, her flesh warming and tingling, a sensation that grew stronger when he licked his lips.

  His eyes narrowed, lust glittering in their depths.

  “The scent of your arousal drives me mad. That smart mouth only makes it worse. If we were at my house, you could scream all you want to and no one would hear you.”

  The low cadence and hunger in his tone sent a shiver through her, one of lust and just the smallest hint of fear that she could never quite overcome.

  Fear that she would never admit excited her.

  Before she could do more than blink, he pressed her knees back against her sides, holding her wide open. His steady gaze held hers as he lowered his head, rendering her helpless with longing. Closing his lips over her clit, he sucked hard, flicking it with his tongue, he and James holding her still for his decadent torment.

  Her clit burned, swelling even more under his mouth, but no matter how she twisted, she couldn’t get away.

  “Marc! Oh, God. I’m gonna come.”

  Two large fingers pressed into her pussy, stretching her and rubbing at a place inside her that never failed to stun her. She bowed off the bed and screamed in shock and ecstasy, her pussy clamping down on his fingers.

  She opened her mouth to scream again, a scream she bit back when James touched the tip of his cock to her lips. Hungry for him and grateful for something to hold on to, she gripped his thighs above her head and took him into her mouth, thrilling at his low groan.

  Marc never even paused, licking her folds and her clit with hot, steady strokes, his fingers pressing relentlessly against that sweet spot inside her.

  Spread wide and with her legs held immobile, she found herself helpless against his assault, one that kept the pleasure rolling through her.

  James groaned again, a harsh sound that thrilled her.

  “Fuck. Her mouth’s incredible.”

  Closing his hands around her breasts, he began to tug at her nipples, pinching and pulling them in just the way she liked it.<
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  Reveling in the taste of him, and in the feel of his hard cock against her tongue, she sucked harder, desperate for more of those deep groans, more of his taste.

  Just more.

  Her own moans sounded almost as animalistic as theirs, the sounds of sex and lust filling the room.

  Digging her fingertips into James’s thighs, she used her tongue, sucking him as hard and as deep as she could, thrilling that the muscles of his thighs tightened, his weakening control obvious in the jerky, shallow thrusts of his cock.

  His fingers at her nipples also tightened as he rolled them, the pain and pleasure sending jolts of white-hot fire to her already burning clit. She whimpered around James’s cock, bucking in alarm when Marc scraped his teeth over her clit.

  James chuckled softly, sucking in a breath when she cupped his sac.

  “Play with string? You might have two cats in your bed, babe, but you’re the one with the pussy. You know how much cats love sweet cream.”

  Marc hummed his agreement, his mouth never pausing. It seemed to be everywhere at once, while the slow slide of his fingers in and out of her pussy drove her insane with pleasure.

  The tingling of her clit grew stronger, and she knew her body well enough to know that coming again was only seconds away.

  Marc chose that moment to lift his head, slipping his fingers out of her drenched pussy.

  “But we want more than just your mouth and pussy. You want more, too. Don’t you, mate?”

  James pinched her nipples again, just as Marc pressed against her puckered opening, applying pressure with his slick fingers and forcing the ring of muscle to give way.

  Taken aback at the overwhelming intimacy and totally foreign sensation, Bailey screamed around James’s cock, digging her nails into his thighs. She shuddered against the too-invasive possession, struggling to adjust to Marc’s hot, hard fingers pressing against the walls of her most vulnerable opening.

  It stretched. It burned. The sensation of his fingers moving over her inner walls had to be the most erotic and decadent thing she’d ever experienced.

  Shaken at her own defenselessness, but also aware of the warmth of their affection surrounding her, she found herself letting go, giving more of herself than she wanted to. She had no choice.

  And yet she did.

  She thrilled at the freedom of being herself, of letting go with two men she trusted to handle the strength of her passion as she’d never trusted another man. Her lust grew, becoming a living, breathing thing that threatened to consume her.

  The warning tingles and the pressure became almost constant now, the threat of her next orgasm looming close. She braced herself for the impending explosion, her body clamping down on Marc’s fingers in her ass, her clit throbbing beneath his tongue.

  Without any warning, he straightened, depriving her of the next swipe of his expert tongue over her clit and withdrawing his fingers from her bottom with a speed that left her shaking. At the same time, James withdrew from her mouth and fisted his thick cock as he stared down at her.

  Crying out in agony as her bottom clenched at emptiness and her clit burned and swelled even more, she bucked and kicked at Marc.

  “You son of a bitch. Fucking teasing bastard. How dare you—oh, fuck!”

  Marc slipped on a condom with remarkable speed, lifted her ankles high and wide, and thrust into her pussy so deep and forcefully that it took her breath away.

  His face tightened, his eyes darkening with lust.

  “I didn’t hear you complaining at the time, mate. In fact, you were getting ready to come.”

  “Stop calling me that!”

  “No.”

  James moved the head of his cock over her cheek, the tension in his body and in his silky voice thrilling her. “Christ, I want her more every day. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.”

  Marc’s thrusts came shallower and faster now as he dug at a place inside her that had those tingles sharpening and growing.

  “Never enough.” His guttural tone sent those little thrills of trepidation through her, the hint of danger that always kept her senses razor sharp.

  Starving for the taste of him, she held on to James’s thighs, taking the head of his cock into her mouth. Reveling in the hard heat of him and the deep groans he made no attempt to hide, she tried to focus her attention on the sensitive underside, but Marc’s thrusts distracted her so much she couldn’t give it the attention she wanted to. Promising herself that she’d make up for it in the future, she sucked hard and was rewarded with more of James’s answering groans.

  Marc’s voice had become so deep and low she could barely understand him now, his tone more animal than human.

  “Christ, the way she clamps down on me. She’s so wet and hot. Come again for me, Bailey. My mate. Come again.”

  The cock in her mouth seemed to grow as she sucked it, and she shivered at the tightening of James’s big body looming over her. Delighted in his response, she sucked harder, crying out in protest when he cursed and pulled away.

  Bending lower, he tugged at both of her nipples at once. “No. I’m not coming in that hot mouth. I’m coming in that pussy. We’re going to fuck you so often you won’t remember what it feels like to not have a cock inside you.”

  Bailey couldn’t stop moaning, the rush of sensation everywhere making it impossible to think. Her pussy clenched on Marc, her abdomen becoming unbearably tight. Her clit had a heartbeat all its own. Her bottom tingled with awareness, the need to be filled there alarming and so strong, she came close to begging them to take her there. She cried out as James tightened his fingers on her nipples at the same time Marc brought his hands around her upper thighs and pressed against her lower abdomen, using his sandpaper-rough fingers to stroke her clit.

  Lightning shot from her nipples to her pussy and clit and back again. Thrashing on the bed as much as Marc’s hold allowed, she pushed against James’s thighs for leverage, her body bowing as she came, the wave of pleasure rolling through her with a force that brought tears to her eyes. Her body stiffened, her cry raw and low as every nerve ending in her body seemed to explode all at once.

  She groaned at the force of Marc’s final thrust, the power and thick heat filling her completely. The need for comfort after coming so hard had soft whimpers pouring out of her, her pussy clamping down on his cock as its slow slides and the purring sound from Marc’s throat washed over her.

  Struggling to catch her breath, she lowered her arms to her sides as he covered her body completely with his and gathered her close. Hiding her face against his neck to hide the feminine vulnerability that overcame her, she blinked back tears and hugged him back, grateful for his masculine strength.

  Threading his fingers into her hair, he lifted her chin, running his thumbs over her jaw. His hooded eyes moved over her face, the need and confusion in them tugging at her, even as he smiled and crooned to her.

  “You’re okay, my mate. I’ve got you. God, I can’t get enough of you. Every time I touch you it gets stronger.”

  Wrapping her trembling legs around his hips, his low purr dancing over her skin, she dug her heels into his tight ass and lifted herself against him. No matter how close she got to him, it never seemed to be enough.

  As though to remind her of his presence, James stroked an arm and leg she’d wrapped around Marc, the low rumbling from his chest sending a sharp burst of awareness through her and making her clamp down on Marc’s cock even harder.

  “I know. Me, too.” Struggling for air, she gripped his shoulders, needing a cuddle she would have never admitted to needing. Drawing a shaky breath, she let it out slowly.

  “It’s just sex. It’s okay. It’s good. We’ll wear ourselves out soon.”

  Marc chuckled, a raw sound that sent delicious shivers through her. “I think I could fuck you on my deathbed. Did you know how sexy you are when you come? That high-pitched little cry does me in every time.”

  Holding on to him in an effort to stop shaking, she kept he
r face hidden and strove for sarcasm to lighten the mood that became increasingly intimate and uncomfortable.

  “That’s because you’re a cat. Or is it dogs that like those high-pitched sounds? Hmm, maybe you’re part dog, too. Has anyone checked into that?”

  Lifting his head just enough to glare down at her, Marc pushed his cock deeper.

  “Excuse me? A dog! Be careful, honey, or you’re going to get yourself in more trouble than you can handle. Look at you. You’re the one who snuggles just like a cat.”

  James bent to kiss her shoulder.

  “She purrs, too, after she comes.”

  Embarrassed at her neediness, she stiffened.

  “Do not.”

  “Oh, yeah, honey. You do. And as soon as Marc gets the hell of off you, I’m going to make you purr again.”

  Marc groaned. “I’m not quite sure why we seem destined to share you. It can be a pain in the ass sometimes. I’m comfortable right where I am.” With a kiss to her forehead, he withdrew and started to move away, his smile full of affection.

  As soon as Marc rolled to the side, James gathered her against him, running his fingers over her breasts and belly. With a hand at her jaw, he turned her to face him. He stared down at her for several long moments as though searching for something, a slow smile spreading over his face when he apparently found it.

  “You really do belong to both of us, don’t you, my mate?”

  Bailey sighed, fighting back panic. “I know you call me that just to annoy me.”

  On the other side, Marc kissed her shoulder and caressed her thigh. “Yep. You, know it’s getting harder and harder to walk away from you after I take you.”

  Uneasy with the intimacy they seemed eager to maintain, Bailey smiled and cupped Marc’s jaw.

  “You know you say the sweetest things to me after you get laid.”

  Marc’s smile fell, his eyes narrowing at her insolence.

  “Yeah, well, don’t get used to it. You got me in a weak moment.” He glanced at James. “I’m going to get a shower. I want to get home and get some more work done.”

  Bailey watched him walk away, not as upset by his words or his cool expression as she would have been if she hadn’t known, known, that he used both to cover how much he desired her.