Panther's Claim

by J. L. Oiler

  “Are you planning to kill me?” she asked when her voice returned. She hated the weakness in her tone.

  Both men laughed as they moved closer against her, each using their free hand to stroke her shoulders and face. “We would never hurt you, Lyssa. Don't you know who you are?” Trey leaned forward and brushed his lips across her shoulder. He looked pleased as goose bumps sprung across her skin.

  “What do you mean? Of course I know who I am.” Though, in all honesty she was questioning everything she thought she knew. “I'm Lyssa Saintlier. My grandmother raised me.”

  “Margret Shrive.” Ren completed her statement as he raised his brows and smiled.

  “How did you know that? Did you know her?” Her voice registered panic again as she stared at him.

  “Let's just say we've known your family for a long time.” Trey again leaned toward her, this time to nuzzle his face into her hair.

  “I am just going to come right out and tell you everything. No more secrets or lies,” Ren released her so he could run both his hand through this dark hair.

  “Trey and I are Pantera, as were your father and his twin. The males are always born as twins. Your dad Robert and his brother Raymond joined the army during the Vietnam War. Your dad came back, but Raymond never did. Pantera don't have the same life spans as regular humans, but even we die if we step on a land mine.”

  “I think I need a drink,” Lyssa squeaked out as he stopped to take a breath. She could not believe what she was hearing no matter how genuine he sounded. He had to be a head case, him and his brother. She had no memory of either of her parents, but her grandmother would certainly have told her about this, wouldn't she?

  After pressing a kiss to her palm, Trey released her hand and grabbed the wine they'd left chilling in the dining room before this all began.

  “Your father met your mom Katy soon after he came back, and she accepted him for who and what he was. They were both thrilled when her mark appeared. Unfortunately, the same couldn't be said about her mother Margret. She even went as far as to forbid your mother from seeing Robert. I don't have any idea what happened when she found out Katy was already pregnant, other than she and your dad moved in together right after.” Ren stopped as Trey returned and handed them each a glass of wine, which Lyssa downed in two large gulps.

  “To make a long story short, your mother died giving birth to you, but even though it was a terrible loss, our parents were elated because we all shared the same mark. Meaning you're our mate. Your dad adored you, but the loss of both his brother and your mom was just too much for him. He took his own life, thinking our parents would raise you. No one even thought twice when your grandmother showed up wanting to see you. We all thought she just wanted closure on your mother's death. Instead, she stole you, saying she would be damned if her granddaughter was going to grow up as a beast.”

  Lyssa suddenly couldn't breathe. Margret Shrive had always been very strict, sometimes violently so. Her grandmother always demanded that she never bring up either of her parents. Lyssa thought it was because it hurt her grandmother to think about them, but now she wondered if it was because they'd chosen to love one another without her blessing. It explained why, when she was angry, she would always call Lyssa that horrible name, half-breed abomination.

  “You are part Pantera, That's what called you back here.” Trey took the glass from her hands and set it on the small end table. He then sat down beside her, once again brushing his lips over the curve of her bare shoulder. “When Caroline called and said Katy's ghost was sitting in her office looking for a place in town to rent, we knew it had to be you.” He turned her face toward him so he could look deep into her eyes as he spoke.

  “I don't believe you,” she retorted, trying to convince herself it was all false.

  “Then kiss me.” Ren moved to the floor and kneeled in front of her. “If I'm telling the truth and you are our mate, you'll feel the power of our bond.” He reached up to wrap one large hand around the back of her neck and brought her face so close that their lips brushed as he spoke. “Unless you're scared that I am telling the truth.”

  Lyssa started to open her mouth to respond, bent on telling both of them to go to hell, only to have Ren take advantage of the situation and push his tongue deep into her mouth. The instant his mouth dominated her, a jolt of energy surged through her body. It was as if a lightning strike started in her head and came to an abrupt stop in the folds of her sex. The energy pulsated through her until she found her cunt wet with need.

  She met his kiss, their tongues dueling for dominance as Lyssa felt Trey press kisses across her neck and along her shoulder. “Do you feel that, Lyssa? Do you feel the need to have us both fill that tight little cunt of yours?”

  She was still drunk from his kiss and the connection she couldn't deny when Trey turned her face toward him and picked up where his brother left off. He kissed her more forcefully than Ren, demanding control of the pace. His desire to dominate was obvious, and she wondered what that would translate to in bed. Would he simply be rough and forceful, or would he restrain her so she couldn't resist anything he chose to do? Though the idea of bondage and submission should have appalled her, she discovered it had the opposite effect. In fact, the very thought made her panties wet.

  When Lyssa took the opportunity to breathe without a tongue driving her mad, she found both males sitting before her grinning smugly. Obviously, they felt the same intense sensations tearing through her. Rubbing her arms in a vain attempt to rid herself of the goose bumps the encounter had produced, Lyssa searched for something to say. What could she possibly say to sum up all these feelings? “Fuck!” Well, there was that.

  “I am up for that!” Trey responded as he rubbed a hand over the obvious bulge in his pants.

  “Just back off. I need to think.” Lyssa had never felt so confused. Yes, she felt something powerful. Still, things like this just didn't happen, at least not to thirty-something divorcees. “If this is true, and I am not saying it is, what took you until now to find me?” It sounded like a logical question.

  “We can only claim our mate if the moon is full on Halloween. It doesn't happen as often as you think,” Ren explained as he again took one of her hands in his own.

  “That and the fact Margaret kept moving you all over the country. If you had not married the pitiful human, we might have never found you.” Trey drew his face up at the mention of her ex as though he licked a lemon. “Speaking of which, we were thrilled when it only took you a few months to see him for what he was.”

  “Wait, you know how long I was married to Cliff and why we divorced?” Lyssa could not believe how much they knew about her, some of which, she didn't even know.

  “Of course we would have never allowed you to stay with him.” Trey's tone said a whole lot more than his words.

  “I just don't know if I can believe all of this. It's just all too fast.” Fast was not the right word. It felt as if a freight train had hit her full speed.

  Ren snorted. “It hasn't been fast for us. We've waited a long time to bind our mate to us.” He appeared to be losing his patience with her denial. Lyssa watched him as he stood and began to pace around the room.

  “What you can believe is this; you have a birthmark shaped like a cat's paw print high on your left hip. The mark matches the ones both Ren and I have. You are our bond mate, Lyssa, and we don't intend to just walk away from you.”

  Lyssa's heart pounded in her ears, its steady thump echoing like distant drums signaling the coming storm. Her mouth dry, she looked at the two men who now sat in silence awaiting her decision. Never had something so bizarre felt so right, and deep inside her she knew they told the truth. “What happens if I say I believe all this?”

  She jumped, startled at the loud sound of Ren shouting joyfully. Standing, he caught her around the waist and lifted her from the couch to swing her about. Quickly Trey joined them, and Lyssa found herself crushed between the two gorgeous males.

  “I
'll go over first thing in the morning and start bringing your belongings over.” Trey stepped back and smiled brightly at her. “How about we show you our room?”

  Our room. The words hit her hard, and again she found herself uncertain about everything. “We all share a bedroom?” she asked in a low voice as she turned to look at the staircase in the center of the room.

  “You can have your own room as well, if you like.” Ren brought her hand to his lips. The offer obviously did not sit well with his brother, who shot him an irritated look. “We can all discuss it further in the morning,” he added as he led her toward the stairs.

  They brought her to the largest bedroom she had ever seen, however its size actually made sense when she looked at the humongous bed which graced the center of the back wall. All three of them would easily fit across the giant mattress with no problem. The thought made her hot and wet all over again.

  Lyssa found the room designed as a place of complete sensuality. The lighting was adjustable to allow the occupants to dim it low, though she knew she would prefer any one of the dozen candelabras. The bed linens, strategically designed to enhance the room's sexuality, were made of an alabaster-colored silk with delicate stitched scroll patterns resembling three mating cats.

  “The door here on the right is the bath; the two on the left are closets.” Trey took a seat on the edge of the bed and motioned for her to come to him.

  Trembling, Lyssa moved slowly to stand before him. He wrapped both hands around her waist and pulled her tight to him. In one swift movement, he twisted and brought her down on the bed beneath him.

  “I'm nervous,” she admitted as he leaned over top her.

  “Relax and let us take care of you. I promise you will not regret a moment of it,” he reassured her as he moved down to capture her lips with his own. The moment his tongue pushed deep into her mouth, the hot electrical energy began to pulsate through her body. Lacing her hands around his neck, she met his silken embrace with her own, sucking on his tongue and nibbling along his lower lip. He growled low and pushed the hem of her shirt up to reveal the lace bra she wore beneath it.

  Lowering his head, he took the delicate material in his mouth and sucked the taut nub pushing against the material, drawing a throaty moan as Lyssa arched to meet his teasing. As he continued to tug and suckle the covered nipple, Trey slid one hand down her abdomen and along the outside of her thigh. Sliding under her skirt, he palmed the hot scrap of material covering her mound, growling his satisfaction at finding it moist from her arousal.

  “I think we need to get you out of these clothes,” he whispered against her neck as he rose and pulled her up to stand.

  After a quick look around, Lyssa realized dozens of flickering candles, lit by Ren during her make out session with his twin, now illuminated the room. Well girl, what are you waiting for, them to change their minds? she asked herself as she saw the hunger in their eyes. You might only get this chance once.

  As Trey reached to remove her top, she stopped his hand and smiled slowly at both men who now stood side by side before her. “Let me.”

  Lyssa lifted the thin tank top up and over her head, tossing it over their heads. Moving on to her skirt, she let it fall into a heap at her feet so she stood dressed only in her white lace undergarments. Sliding the thin straps of the bra down one shoulder then the other, Lyssa watched as both males stared at her with a primal hunger that made moisture pool in her molten core. Neither man moved as she tossed the last scrap of material from her body and climbed across the mattress. “Are you both going to just stand there, or are you planning on joining me?” As quickly as they disrobed, Lyssa wondered how many buttons littered the floor.

  Ren climbed across the soft mattress toward her, followed closely by his twin. “Have you ever been with two men at once?” Ren asked as he pulled her tight against him, crushing her to his chest. Burying his face in the curve of her neck and breathing her scent deep into his lungs, he growled. Trey had moved up behind her and used his tongue to leave a trail of moist circles along her shoulders and neck as she shuddered.

  “No” she said in a low, throaty whisper.

  “Good.” Ren reached out to roll one puckering nipple between his fingers. “We have so much to show you about pleasure.”

  As though his words held some secret message for his brother, Trey pulled her to him so her back lay on his broad, muscled chest. He wrapped his legs around her waist and to the inside of both thighs, forcing her legs open wide before his twin. Lyssa gasped as Ren buried his face between her spread legs and took her in his mouth. His tongue pushed deep into her cunt, teasing her clit and causing her to cry out in pleasure.

  “You like that? Imagine having one of us lick your hot cunt every night until you come,” Trey whispered into her ear as he tugged gently on the lobe with his teeth. “Let me hear you say it, Lyssa” he demanded as he bit at her flesh. After his brother's comments, Ren buried two fingers deep into her cunt and fucked them in and out of her hot folds as he used his lips to tug at the bundle of nerves. “Say it!” he demanded without releasing his prize.

  “Oh yes, I like it, I like the feel of your mouth on my cunt,” she cried as the first tremor of orgasm swept through her, making her buck her hips up to grind herself against his mouth and thrusting fingers.

  Trey plucked at her nipples, leaving them hard as she screamed her release. “That's it, baby, I love to hear you scream as you come.” Before the last shock waves ended, Lyssa found herself flipped onto all fours with Trey positioned behind her. His throbbing cock slid along her weeping cunt as Ren moved to her head and positioned himself so his twitching erection was only inches from her lips. In one forceful thrust, Trey buried himself balls deep into her cunt, groaning loudly as her muscles gripped his cock. Lyssa felt herself stretched tight as her body attempted to accommodate his great size. She was far from inexperienced, but his length and thickness were far from ordinary.

  Trey raked his nails up and down across the pale skin of her back, allowing her body a moment to adjust to him before he began to shove his cock in and out of her tight muscles. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt. Lyssa's entire body trembled on the verge of yet another explosive orgasm.

  “Not yet, love,” Trey whispered as he leaned across her back and slowed the pace of his thrust. “This time we all must be ready.” Licking the thin layer of sweat across her shoulders, he pushed her head down so the engorged head of his twin's cock pressed across her lips.

  Darting her tongue out to taste the salty bead of moisture, she heard Ren's low moan, an empowering sound, which had her licking the bulbous head in a slow, deliberate manner. When Lyssa finally felt him lace his fingers through her hair, she stopped her teasing and took his cock deep into her mouth, grazing it with her teeth. Pulling her hair free from the elastic holder, Ren encouraged it to fall across her shoulders before lacing his fingers through the red-brown locks. Gripping her head tightly, he began to guide the movements of his cock, fucking her mouth. Trey matched his thrusts, and she found herself penetrated by both large cocks in a steady procession.

  Lyssa felt Trey's hands rake across her ass as he continued to bury himself deep into the slick muscles of her pulsating cunt. Sucking in a shocked breath as she felt one of his fingers press against the tight puckered hole, she scraped her teeth across the cock filling her mouth. So many sensations coursed through her body she trembled on the verge of ecstasy never before imagined.

  A low growl filled her ears as Ren shoved his twitching cock deep into the back of her throat and his seed erupted to fill her mouth.

  “Oh, God yes, swallow me down,” he yelled as she swallowed each new jet of his seed.

  At the same time, Ren increased the speed of his thrusts and moved one hand around to roll her swollen clit as he pushed one large digit of the other past the tight ring of muscles in her ass. This new assault caused her to arch her back up as her own release teetered at the edge.

  “That's it, Lyssa,
let go and come for us,” Trey's strained voice revealed how close he was to his own release.

  “Come baby, that's it. This is only the beginning of the pleasure we plan for you.” Ren stroked her shoulder and head while she cried out and the world around her shattered into a million blissful pieces. Her vision had just begun to clear when she heard Trey scream out her name as his seed filled her womb and spilled down across her still trembling thighs.

  The three of them collapsed into a jumble of arms and legs with Ren lying back against the large mattress, Lyssa's head and upper body across his chest, and Trey's head resting against her shoulder. Every breath was a labored attempt to recuperate from the ménage of lovemaking. A thin layer of sweat covered each of them as they drifted off to sleep.

  ****

  Lyssa awoke in the large bed alone, naked, and covered only with a thin sheet. Her body felt deliciously sore as she stretched and did her best to wrap her mind around everything that occurred the previous evening. She knew she should feel regret or shame for her racy little rumble with not one but two men she barely knew, but quite honestly, she couldn't feel bad about the best sex she'd ever had.

  Of course, it also meant she would now have to face both of them, not to mention the realization it had been only a booty call for the two of them. They most likely spent their days with model-thin bleached blondes on either arm. She doubted playing house with a thirty-something divorcee who was gullible enough to buy into their hair-brained story for a night of sex was anything other than a passing fancy.

  Crawling from the warm mattress, she wrapped the sheet around her and began to search for her discarded clothing. Lyssa was on her knees looking under the bed when she heard the bedroom door open and the sound of footsteps behind her.

  “See? You already know how I like you.” Trey growled as he gripped her hips and pulled her back to grind his clothed erection against her ass. Sitting up, Lyssa turned to look over her shoulder at the man who greeted her with a playful grin.