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

by Leah Brooke

  Men who’d shifted and shifted back again right before her eyes.

  Both appeared formidable and unforgiving, the hard light in their eyes as effective as her bat in clearing a path as several of the patrons scrambled to get out of their way.

  She didn’t know if she’d ever get used to the fact that the same men walking toward her, the men who had every man in the bar eyeing them with respect and the women with feminine interest, came to her bed every night. The most fascinating and masculine men she’d ever met made love to her each night as though she was the most desirable woman on earth.

  Even now, although she knew they had to be acutely aware of their surroundings, they only had eyes for her.

  Her body reacted, as always, to their presence, becoming tight with need, achy and hungry in a way she knew that only they could satisfy. Her nipples tingled and pebbled, pushing against the front of her bra as though reaching out to them for attention.

  The inner walls of her pussy quivered expectantly, already coated with her juices. The awareness in her clit grew as it swelled, her arousal sharpening as they got closer and making it nearly impossible to stand still.

  Even her puckered opening responded, awakening with little pinpricks and becoming alert with anticipation.

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

  Reminding herself of her resolve that she would not let her body make decisions for her, she greeted them with a pleasant smile.

  “Hello. What would you like?”

  James lifted a brow and slid onto a barstool, eyeing her coolly, but Marc’s reaction stunned her.

  He came around the bar so fast she didn’t have time to react, grabbed her arm and hustled her into her office, breezing past Ricky, who stared in wide-eyed astonishment. Closing the door behind them, he loomed over her.

  “I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t get any sleep because you’re curled up against me with that hot little body. Your scent drives me crazy to have you. I can’t sleep alone anymore. You distract me from my work. All I can think about is getting back to you. So do me a favor, mate, and save that polite little smile for your customers.”

  Bailey blinked up at him, stunned by the flash of heat in his dark eyes. Inwardly cursing that her pussy clenched in response, she lifted her chin.

  “It’s not my fault you can’t keep your dick in your pants.”

  Gripping her shoulders when she would have backed away, Marc pulled her close, pressing the evidence of his arousal at her belly and sending a surge of lust and reluctant alarm through her.

  “Yes, as a matter of fact it is.”

  In a show of strength that stunned her, he lifted her by the waist and sat on the corner of her desk, putting her on his lap so that she straddled him. Low groans rumbled from him as he moved her slit against his cock.

  “I told you we were highly sexed, but that doesn’t mean I go around with a raging hard-on every minute of the day. That’s only happened since I met you. You’re slowly driving me out of my mind.”

  The tenderness and confusion in his eyes undid her. Threading her fingers through his silky hair, she lifted her face, touching her lips to his jaw. Unable to resist, she rubbed against him, smiling when his hands tightened on her hips and he growled.

  “I want you, too. All the damned time. I want you inside me every minute. I can’t be with you without wanting you. I can’t sleep if you’re not in my bed.” Tilting her head, she studied his expression, humbled at the affection she saw there.

  “Really, Marc. It’s too much. It’s making me crazy, and starting to piss me off. Damn, I love the feel of your body against mine.”

  Rubbing her slit against his cock, she cursed that their clothing kept him from being inside her. Wrapping her legs around him, she began to rock, running her hands over his chest.

  Marc groaned, bending his head to meet her lips with his.

  “This can’t go on.”

  “I know. We’ll kill each other.”

  Taking her mouth in one of those long, drugging kisses, he ran his hands up her shirt and rubbed her back in long, firm strokes, holding her against him. He lifted his head, his lips brushing over hers.

  “It’ll ease soon. It can’t go on like this forever.”

  Bailey gasped into his mouth, moaning as his hands came around her to cover her breasts. Without hesitation, she wiggled to get closer, wishing he would sweep her bra out of the way. Every inch of her body came alive, every erogenous zone screaming for his attention. She ached. She throbbed. She couldn’t catch her breath. Pulling away slightly, she nodded.

  “Okay. We’ll just keep jumping each other until this thing settles.” Licking her lips, she bit back a moan as her clit swelled even more, the taste of him like a drug running through her system. “As long as we both agree this has nothing to do with that mating stuff and how I smell.”

  Marc took her mouth again, the possessiveness and expertise in his kiss making it nearly impossible to think. Sliding a hand to her butt, he pulled her closer, rubbing his cock against her slit.

  “Agreed. It’s much more. I want you, Bailey. I want you to come home with us tonight. I want you in my house. In my bed.”

  Her head spun with need as they sank into each other, and she lifted her hands to his hair again in an effort to get closer. Turning her face, she ran her tongue over his jaw.

  “I like my bed.” She couldn’t give up the independence of sleeping in her own bed. Not for him. Not for James. Not for anyone.

  Her thoughts came to a screeching halt, a cry startled from her when he ripped her bra away. She always loved when the hunger made him forget his strength, thrilling that his need for her became so strong that it ripped the civilized veneer away, leaving only primitive need behind.

  Pushing her breasts against him and rubbing her clit against his cock, she whimpered in her throat at the delicious feel of his hard body against hers, tugging at his hair in an effort to get even closer. “I ache everywhere. Take me.”

  Bending her back over his arm, he nibbled at her breast, sending currents of electricity through her. “I’ve got to have you. I ache for you, too. I need to feel that pussy clamp down on my cock. But that’s not enough. I need to feed on you. Everywhere.”

  Gripping his hair, she sucked in a breath, crying out again when he took her nipple into his mouth and sucked with enough force to make her pussy clench.

  He growled, that low sound that never failed to send a thrill through her.

  “I need to feel your softness all around me. I need to fill my lungs with your scent.” He lifted his head to stare down at her, taking her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and squeezing, his eyes flashing at her answering cry.

  “I need to hear those cries that pour out of you when I pleasure you. I need those moans of frustration when you can’t get close enough. I need to be inside you and feel all of you surrounding me. I want it all. And then I want more. Always more.”

  She yelped in surprise when he set her on her feet, his hurried movements not quite as graceful. Thankful for his steadying hand when he reached into his pocket with the other, she reached for the fastening of her jeans, but her fingers shook so much she couldn’t undo them.

  “Hurry. Oh, God, please hurry.”

  As soon as he produced a condom, she reached for it, grabbing it with clumsy fingers out of his hand and using her teeth to rip the package open while he undid his jeans and worked them down to his knees.

  Seeing that his hands shook made her feel even better, giving her more confidence, but only made her want him more.

  When he reached for the condom, she yanked it away, staring up at him and trying not to drool.

  “I want to do it.”

  Hiding a smile when he groaned and fisted his hands at his sides, she trembled with excitement as his hard, thick length jumped in her hand.

  Marc’s low animalistic growl made her shake even harder, his hands rough as he made quick work of getting her pants undone a
nd lowered.

  “You’re running out of time, Bailey.”

  The tension in his voice spoke volumes, telling her more than anything how close he was to losing that formidable control and that now wouldn’t be the time to tease him.

  She wouldn’t have had the patience to do it for long anyway. Maybe someday she’d get the chance to explore him, but now she just wanted it hard and fast.

  Apparently, he felt the same way.

  He barely let her finish before yanking her hands away and bent, pulling her pants off of one leg and lifting her to straddle him again, sinking into her with one smooth thrust.

  To her shock, instead of moving, he gathered her against him, tangling his hand in her hair and burying his face against her neck with a harsh moan.

  “Christ, I can’t get enough of you. I can never get close enough. You’re under my skin, and I don’t like it one bit.”

  She couldn’t get insulted at the sentiment because she felt much the same way.

  “I know. While I was taking a shower, I got aroused just thinking about you and James. Even my vibrator isn’t enough anymore.”

  He lifted his head, his eyes narrowed. “I don’t like the idea of you using that vibrator. Whatever you need, James and I can give it to you, and we’re a hell of a lot better than your vibrator.”

  Unable to resist, she moved on him, loving the feel of his fingers flexing on her bottom. “My vibrator’s pretty good.”

  “I’m better.”

  He lifted and lowered her again, torturing her with his slow invasion. Tightening his hold, he lifted her again, sliding his teeth over her neck as he lowered her again.

  Threading her fingers through his hair, she threw her head back, tightening on him as he filled her.

  “Yeah, but my vibrator doesn’t give me the trouble you do.”

  With a growl, he withdrew and surged deep, drawing a breathless cry from her. “I have a feeling there’s going to be more trouble when you realize that James and I each need time alone. We need to shift. We need to run. As much as I want you, nothing can change the way we are.” He pumped his hips faster, his fingers gripping the cheeks of her ass. “Fuck. Nothing feels as good as being inside you.”

  Bailey clung to him, clamping down on the thick heat filling her, hardly able to believe she could be having this conversation with hot lust running rampant through her veins. Her indignation couldn’t take hold as much as she would have liked, the feel of his cock pressing deep numbing it somewhat.

  “I need to be alone, too. More. Faster. I’m not clingy. Go wherever the hell you want. Oh, God. That feels good. Panthers. Shifting. Shit. I still can’t believe it. Fuck me harder, damn you!”

  His eyes flashed at the demand, glittering brilliantly.

  “Demanding little thing, aren’t you? I like that in a mate.”

  His jaw clenched, his hands firming even more. Keeping her head tilted back and watching her face, he used his other arm to raise and lower her onto his cock, which seemed larger each time he plunged into her.

  “Demands from my mate seem to have an interesting effect on me.”

  His cock seemed to grow inside her, the delicious warm vibration shocking her and making her toes curl.

  She threw her head back as her body tightened, leaving her struggling to hold on to something solid. Her hands kept slipping from his shoulders as the pleasure mounted. Thankful for his firm hold, she let herself go, unable to hold back any longer.

  “Marc, oh God! Too good. Too good.”

  She cried out, a cry Marc muffled with his mouth, trembling helplessly when he came to his feet and backed her against her office door.

  With his hands squeezing her buttocks, he thrust into her over and over, his movements smooth and sure but frenzied with growing desperation that added even more to the excitement.

  Wrenching her mouth from his, she gulped in air and held on, his thrusts so quick and strong she couldn’t even tighten her legs around him. They moved with him, rubbing against his hips as he held her up and fucked her hard with a strength that absolutely astounded her.

  She loved it.

  He took what he wanted, but she could feel his rapt attention on her the entire time, as though making sure he didn’t hurt her, but also gauging her pleasure.

  She loved that hooded gaze, loved the way he looked at her as though she was the most important person in the world to him. His jaw clenched tight as he took her, but his eyes glowed brilliantly with emotion.

  “Bailey. Fuck, you feel so good. Come for me. Clamp down on my cock and take me with you.”

  He dug at the magical spot inside her, the friction of his firm thrusts against her inner walls so hot and erotic, she bit her lip to hold back the cries building inside her as the hot tingling ball of fire hit her.

  She came hard, clamping down on him, her pussy milking his cock in spasms so hard they made her abdomen ache. Her nipples burned at the friction against his chest, and her clit sizzled as though it had been touched by a live wire.

  When she couldn’t hold back her cries any longer, they started to burst free. Marc covered her mouth with his again, swallowing them and sliding his tongue over hers in an erotic dance. Each stroke of his tongue on hers proved his mastery over her senses by controlling her response, drawing it out until she thought she would die of it.

  He changed the angle of his thrusts, his cock going impossibly deeper, and even before the last waves of her orgasm diminished, she started to come again.

  Alarmed, she pushed at him, screaming against his mouth as her entire body stiffened, her toes curling against his thighs as the waves of pleasure got even stronger.

  She thrashed in his arms, fighting his hold, the pleasure and shock of it too intense to bear. Fisting her hands, she beat at him, scared of the need that never seemed to end, no matter how hard she came.

  Marc’s reaction stunned her.

  Ripping his mouth from hers, he grabbed her hands in his and held them over her head, thrust deep, and with quick, shallow strokes, kept her orgasm rolling through her.

  “Mine! Yes. My mate.”

  Keeping her plastered against the door, he moved with a violence that she’d never seen in him before.

  “No. You’ll take it all, my mate. All. Yes. You’ll take all of me. Come. Come for me. Fuck. That’s it, mate. More. Take more. Come again. And again. And again. I want all of it. All of you.”

  Bailey bit her lip to hold back a cry when he thrust deep and growled, a deep vicious sound that would have scared her to death in any other circumstance.

  Now, though, she reveled in it. Understood it. Loved it.

  She couldn’t imagine anything more irresistible than a strong man whose only weakness appeared to be her.

  She’d never felt that way with any man before, and now she had it with two. It stripped away her defenses like nothing else could have.

  Holding himself deep inside her, his big body shook, his breathing ragged against her forehead, signs of his own loss of control.

  Slumping against him, she appreciated his strength once again when he gathered her limp form against his chest and, although the muscles surrounding her quivered, he managed to get both of them to the chair behind her desk before he collapsed.

  Sprawled over him, she rested her head against his chest and concentrated on nothing more strenuous than getting her breath back. She shook everywhere at once, but her toes and her fingertips were numb, making her clumsy as she reached for him.

  Still, she clamped down on his cock, her hunger for him never quite satisfied.

  Knowing she’d never survive another round, she blinked back tears, tears of frustration and weakness. Because of them, her voice came out in a sob.

  “We can’t keep doing this. We’re going to kill each other. How the hell long can this last?”

  Marc’s hands never stopped running up and down her back. Sucking in air, he blew it out in a rush.

  “I don’t know. It doesn’t seem to be easing at
all. If anything, it gets stronger. I can’t even go more than a few hours now without seeing you—touching you—taking you. I’m addicted to you, Bailey. Even now, I want you again, but I’m scared of hurting you. It’s never enough.”

  Running a hand over her hair with one hand, he used the other to lift her chin, meeting her gaze squarely.

  “You’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever met, but being controlled by my cock is pissing me off. I don’t like it one bit.”

  Bailey swallowed against the hurt, knowing it was stupid to be stung by his words.

  Pushing against his chest, she sat up.

  “I feel the same way. I haven’t been controlled by hormones since I was a teenager. I’m thirty-two years old, and I’ve been making my own decisions for a long time now.”

  Narrowing his gaze, Marc sat up, his quick movement throwing her off-balance and toppling her back over his arm.

  “I’m forty-two and I’ve been making my own decisions even longer. I’m sorry it hurts you. That wasn’t my intention. I just want to be honest.”

  “You didn’t hurt me. I’m not a child.”

  He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly before he opened them again. “Don’t. Do not lie to me. Ever. I know I hurt you. For some fucking reason I can even feel what you feel.”

  “You, too?”

  He froze, staring down at her incredulously. “What the hell did you just say?”

  Bailey looked away, wondering if she’d ever be able to control her tongue again.

  “Damn it, I wasn’t going to tell you that.” She slapped his chest in frustration, a slap that he ignored.

  Gripping her jaw, he forced her to look at him.

  “Are you serious? Why the hell didn’t you tell me about this before?”

  Bailey tried and failed to push his hand away.

  “Let go of me, you…you cat. I didn’t tell you because it isn’t any of your fucking business what I feel. I don’t give a shit that you want to get rid of me. I want to get rid of you, too. Let go of me, damn you.”