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

by Leah Brooke

  Tightening his fingers in her hair, he pulled her head back, his eyes dark and mysterious.

  “I love you so fucking much. If they’d hurt you, I—”

  “They didn’t.”

  Standing on her toes, she touched her lips to his, her heart swelling with love.

  “I knew when you got there. I sensed it. I also knew which one of them would attack first.”

  She glanced at Marc, who came to stand at her side. With one hand on each of their chests, she looked back and forth between them.

  “It was like I could feel the night. Everything got sharper.”

  Their brows went up as they looked at each other.

  Marc toyed with the belt at her waist, loosening it.

  “Interesting. It seems that now that we’re mated, both of us, you’ve developed a little of our instincts. Good. Just listen to them. It’s something we’re going to have to work on and tell the others about.”

  Grimacing, he pulled her closer. “If I hadn’t come to my senses in time, you might not have had even that small advantage.”

  Knowing what a tough time he’d had in coming to terms with their mating, she cupped his jaw.

  “Do you regret it?”

  She didn’t know what she would do if he did, but she hoped he’d come to accept it as much as she did.

  Marc’s eyes narrowed as they searched hers.

  Dropping the belt of the robe to the floor, he bent slightly and lifted her against him, urging her to wrap her legs around his waist.

  With her legs spread and her clit brushing up against his taut belly with every step, she gripped his shoulders, unable to prevent shooting a look of concern at James as he followed.

  “Marc, I asked you a question.”

  He nodded once, holding her with one hand and rubbing her bottom with the other.

  “I’m about to answer it.”

  Instead of taking her to his bedroom as she’d expected, he paused outside one of the closed doors in the hallway.

  “This is my workroom.” He opened the door and pressed a finger against her puckered opening.

  “Stay out unless you’re invited.”

  Sucking in a breath at the slight sting, Bailey smiled as her pussy clenched, leaking moisture against his shirt.

  “You don’t have to threaten me.”

  Marc’s grin sent another wave of need through her.

  “It’s obviously not much of a threat if your pussy’s soaking the front of my shirt. Look.”

  Surprised, Bailey turned her head to follow where he pointed, sucking in a breath as he pulled a cloth from a breathtakingly beautiful sculpture.

  The naked woman sat with her legs tucked to the side, some sort of material draped all around her and covering her legs and her mound.

  Her breasts thrust upward, the pointed nipples evident as she reached out for something.

  She reached for her lover.

  Bailey knew it as well as she knew her own name, the look of love and yearning as clear on the woman’s face as if it were a photograph.

  “I had that vision in my head, but it wouldn’t come into focus.”

  Setting her on her feet, he turned her to face the beautiful piece and slid her robe from her shoulders.

  “Then James and I rescued you and brought you home. As soon as I saw you lying there, the vision came into sharp focus. It’s you, Bailey.”

  Running his hands over her, he cupped a breast, toying with her nipple while he slid the other hand down her body to her pussy and slipped a finger into her.

  Brushing her clit with his thumb, he leaned over her, his breath warm against her neck.

  “That next morning, that’s the way you looked, but instead of reaching out for me, you held a hand out as if to push me away. When we got back from taking you to town, I started this. Every night I spent away from you, I made you here. In my home. Looking at me with love in your eyes—the way I wanted you to that morning. I’ve been dying to see that look on your face ever since.”

  Leaning back against him, Bailey moaned and spread her thighs wider to give him better access. She couldn’t believe someone like her could inspire such a masterpiece. Turning to look at him over her shoulder, she nuzzled against him.

  “I do love you.”

  Marc smiled, a smile filled with male satisfaction and need.

  “I know. Come to bed, my mate, and I’ll show you how much I love you, too.”

  James came to stand beside her and held out a hand, smiling when she readily took it.

  “We both will.”

  Walking hand and hand with them, Bailey glanced up at Marc.

  “When are you going to sell it?”

  Marc smiled and shook his head.

  “It’s you, my mate, and I wouldn’t part with either one of you for all the money in the world. I’m—we’re keeping both of you forever.”

  Epilogue

  “Damn it, I hate these fucking woods.”

  Bailey came to her feet after tripping over another root, determined that this time she would outmaneuver them.

  She’d become more comfortable here over the last several months, a fact that seemed to please Marc and James immensely. Once they’d discovered her fear of going back into these woods, they’d brought her out here with them as much as her schedule allowed, in an effort to get over her fear.

  After several outings, they’d started to play games with her, both of them fascinated with her sharpened senses.

  “No, you don’t. Stop complaining and pay attention. How are you going to hear us stalking you if you’re talking to yourself?”

  James’s voice came from her left, the frustration in it making her smile.

  Wiping her hands on her sweatpants, she shone the flashlight in that direction, unsurprised to see he’d already gone.

  She turned the flashlight back off again and moved behind the tree closest to her, listening for any movement.

  The rules were simple. She had a head start and made her way into the woods, and after five minutes, they came in after her. All she had to do was shine the light of the flashlight on them before they could reach her and she won.

  She’d only won once, so far, and she had a sneaky suspicion that it had only been because they let her.

  Memories of that still had the ability to make her horny as hell. The winner got whatever sexual favor they wanted from the loser, or losers. Her clit tingled at the memory of how they’d both licked her from head to toe that night, lingering on every one of her erogenous zones until she’d become so aroused she’d cried and begged for release from their torment.

  A release they gave her over and over until she couldn’t even move.

  Determined to get that kind of treatment again tonight, she remained motionless. She kept her breathing slow, hoping they would think she’d moved from her position and would be searching elsewhere, or wonder if she’d been hurt and come to investigate.

  Staring straight ahead, she focused on her surroundings. She smiled to herself, feeling the warmth and safety of Marc and James around her. Knowing that nothing could happen to her out here freed her to concentrate on the task at hand, with nothing to distract her except thoughts of the pleasure ahead.

  Several minutes must have passed, long minutes in which she didn’t move at all.

  She knew they had to smell her and would be trying to move in closer.

  So, she waited.

  Damn, they had more patience than she ever would.

  She had no idea where they’d gone, only knew that they remained close.

  Another minute went by, one filled with frustration, and she decided she couldn’t stand it anymore.

  Separating herself from the cover of the tree, she took a step, and then another, wincing at the snap of a twig beneath her booted foot.

  With their hearing, she knew it would be a matter of seconds before they caught her.

  She could still win, though, if she shone the flashlight on them before they did.

>   With a snap, she turned it on. Since they would already know her position, she might as well go on the offense. Sweeping the light around the surrounding area, she screamed at the feel of tugging coming from both sides of the back of her jacket.

  Alarmed, she tried to run, falling to the ground when they both let go of her at the same time.

  Cursing, she flipped to her back, shining the flashlight into the faces of two sleek black panthers, panthers who looked suspiciously amused.

  Unsurprised that they’d chosen to stalk her in panther form, something they did with increasing frequency, she shone the flashlight in their eyes, knowing it annoyed them because it messed up their night vision.

  “Very funny.”

  Marc shifted from powerful, graceful panther to powerful, naked man in one smooth transition.

  “You’re always too impatient, my mate.”

  James shifted a second or two later, lifting her to her feet as he stood and holding her up with a strong hand under her bottom as she straddled him.

  “We won again. You know what that means, don’t you?”

  Bailey pinched his nipple, smiling when he cursed and grabbing onto his neck so he wouldn’t drop her when he let go to rub his nipple.

  “That means I won’t get licked all over. Thinking about what happened the last time I won is what distracted me.”

  James’s arms came back around her again, and he slapped her ass once in retaliation before gripping her bottom cheeks again.

  “Oh, I think licking all over sounds possible. In fact, it sounds real good.”

  In between long, drugging kisses and searching caresses, by the time they reached the house, Bailey had been reduced to a creature of need.

  Struggling to get closer, she held on to James as he entered the bedroom and set her on her feet.

  Marc undressed her, taking his time to remove her sweatpants, his hands roaming over her bottom, his fingers moving closer and closer to her puckered opening.

  “To the victor go the spoils.”

  That low silky growl got to her every time, sending shivers of delight up and down her spine. Just the thought of the way she knew they intended to take her tonight had her pussy and ass clenching in anticipation. Tearing her mouth from James’s, she struggled to get out of her sweatshirt while Marc cursed again in his haste to get rid of her boots.

  “Hurry.”

  She couldn’t stay still, rubbing her clit against James’s hard belly, her breath catching when his cock touched her slit. Her nipples, already pebbled, hardened even more, burning against the heat of his body.

  “Fuck me.”

  James chuckled as the last of her clothing came off.

  “Like Marc said, you’re too impatient.”

  Gripping his shoulders, Bailey moaned and slid her pussy over his cock, coating it with her juices.

  A groan rumbled from deep in his chest, his eyes narrowing to mere slits. His big body tightened even more against hers, his hands clenching on the cheeks of her ass.

  “Fuck waiting.”

  With a growl, Marc took her from James and strode toward the bed, bending his head to take a nipple into his mouth and shooting incredible jolts of need to her pussy and ass.

  As soon as they touched her, she went up in flames, but over the last several weeks, they’d learned her body well.

  And she’d learned theirs.

  Reaching down, she cupped Marc’s sac, running her short nails over the tender flesh in the way that always tipped him over to the primitive side of him that she loved so much.

  Rewarded with another harsh growl, she watched James toss a condom and the tube of lube onto the bed before donning another condom, his eyes narrowed on hers the entire time.

  “On your back, baby. I want a taste of that pussy before I fuck it.”

  She’d learned a lot about her lovers in the past several weeks and realized they all benefited when she teased them. She waited until Marc released her to reach for the condom before she made a break for it.

  She felt their shocked surprise as, laughing, she cleared the doorway.

  “Bad kitty. No cream for you.”

  “The hell you say!”

  James tore after her while Marc finished with his condom, grabbing the tube of lube before he followed at a much slower pace.

  She hadn’t known sex could be so much fun, but once Marc and James had introduced play into their lovemaking, she couldn’t seem to get enough.

  They’d taught her how to play with as much patience and understanding as they’d taught her how to love.

  Excited by the growling noises that came from James, Bailey made the mistake of taking her eyes off of Marc, a mistake that proved to be her downfall.

  Her laughter stopped abruptly when Marc hooked an arm around her waist and lifted her high back against him.

  A deep threatening growl and a nip to her now-healed shoulder had her stilling, a low moan escaping when James parted her thighs and lifted her hips, going to his knees to take her with his mouth.

  That wicked tongue of his stabbed into her, the heat and silkiness of it stroking her inner walls with a determination that always excited her.

  Lifting his head between swipes, he teased her clit.

  “Think you can run from us, do you, my mate?”

  Marc slid his free hand over her breasts, tugging at her nipple until she cried out, the pleasure and pain combining and arrowing to her slit, making both her pussy and bottom clench with need.

  “She knows she can’t get away from us. She’s our mate, and we mate for life.”

  Her stomach muscles quivered as James focused on her clit, sending her over with a speed that never failed to stun her.

  Coming to his feet, he took her by the waist and sat on the sofa with her straddling him.

  Licking his lips, he lowered her onto his cock.

  “All that sweet cream. You know how much we love cream, baby.”

  Holding on to his shoulders, Bailey threw her head back, once again taken in by how completely he filled her.

  “Oh, James! Oh God, it feels so good.”

  A hard, hot hand settled on her back, pushing her against James. A second later, a firm lubed finger pressed against her bottom hole.

  Marc emitted another of those low growls.

  “I never get enough of taking you, but when we both take you this way, it brings out the beast in me. Christ, I’m always afraid of hurting you.”

  Bailey jolted as Marc’s cold finger entered her. She cried out at the sting and the too intense pressure against her inner walls.

  James groaned, his cock jumping inside her.

  “Fuck. Hurry up.”

  Bailey cried out again, holding on to James’s wide shoulders as Marc pressed the head of his cock at her opening and began to push forward.

  “Are you okay?”

  His voice, barely human, came out on a groan as he stilled. His harsh breathing told her how difficult it had been for him to stop, but she knew he would do anything to keep from hurting her.

  Not wanting him to stop, and to relieve his worry, she admitted something she never had.

  “Damn it, it feels good when it hurts just a little. Now move!”

  James groaned, his hands tightening on her hips as Marc pressed deeper.

  “We know that, my mate.”

  Marc eased back and thrust again, holding her bottom cheeks parted wide.

  “And we love that about you, love that you’re so adventurous, but I’d never forgive myself if I hurt you.”

  The cocks inside her felt huge, the sensation of being taken in both openings always overwhelming her. On either side of James’s thighs, her legs shook, the pleasure and eroticism of the act growing stronger each time.

  Now that she knew what to expect, she didn’t fear it as she once had, but had a healthy respect for the intimacy and care that went into having sex this way.

  As always, when they took her this way, this beast in them came to the surface mor
e than usual, which would have alarmed her if she hadn’t had the trust in them that she did.

  Her bottom hole stung and burned, stretched to the limit and held open by Marc’s cock. She clenched on him as his shallow strokes took him deeper, making her inner walls feel stretched even more.

  James’s tortured expression got even more stonelike as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her firmly against him.

  “I swear, I could spend the rest of my life inside you.”

  Turning her face, Bailey breathed in the scent of him—woods and clean male.

  “God, I love when you—oh!—take me this way. It’s dangerous and exciting and—oh, dear God.”

  Marc’s thrust stole her breath for several heart-stopping seconds as her body struggled to adapt to the dual invasion.

  Her breasts felt heavy and swollen against James’s chest, her clit throbbing to the beat of her heart, already swollen and sensitive from James’s ministrations.

  Holding her breath in anticipation of what was to come, she let it out on a cry of shocked pleasure as they started to move.

  She never got used to it.

  They filled her everywhere, their cocks so large inside her that she could feel nothing else.

  Marc pulled her back against his chest.

  “God, I love you.”

  His hands went to her breasts, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers as he withdrew and surged deep again, setting the rhythm with James that she knew would drive her insane.

  She knew she didn’t have much time. She never did, and the jolts of heat to her clit had the already sensitized nub tingling already.

  Holding on to James’s forearms, she threw her head back, closing her eyes as the tingling grew and started to spread. When she felt James move his arms, she knew what he would do and tightened her hold to stop him.

  “No. Please don’t touch my clit. I want it to last forever.”

  With a groan, James touched his thumb to her clit, sending a sharp, almost painful shock through her.

  “You want it to last? Let’s see how much you can take, tough girl.”

  Holding on to him, Bailey couldn’t hold back her cries as they took her in earnest, their thrusts coming faster and faster.