Snarl for Me [Lions of Lonsesome, Texas 2] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever)

by Jane Jamison

  “I think I’ve made myself clear.” She swallowed hard. “So? Have you four made a decision?”

  “We have.” He took another step toward her. “It’ll be tough at times. We’re probably going to have more fights.”

  “I don’t expect you four to be the best of friends. I do expect that you’ll try to get along. Can you do that?” She was asking four wild men, men who were the kings of beasts to get along for her sake. Was she asking for the impossible?

  “All we can do is to promise to try.” He turned to the Conway men. “Right, guys?” With their silent acknowledgments, he turned back and strode up the steps. “The way we figure it, our love for you is going to make things right. Our love for you will bring us closer. It won’t be easy, and it won’t happen overnight, but it will work.”

  She sucked in a breath and brought his scent along with it. Closing her eyes briefly, she let it wash over her. “What are you saying, John Abraham?” Her attention jumped to the other men, who began growing closer. “What are all of you saying?”

  “We’re saying we’re together. You, me, Samuel, Tonk, and Myler.”

  Unexpected relief washed through her. “So we’re doing this? You’re all going to be my mates?”

  “Damn straight.”

  “And I’m moving here to the ranch?” She couldn’t resist a moment longer and placed her palm against his chest. “You, too?”

  “Yeah, me, too. It’s been decided.”

  “All that’s left is for us to stop talking and show you how we feel.” Samuel stood on the step below her. Tonk and Myler came up the steps to stand next to John Abraham.

  Her lust for them grew stronger with her love for them. “Good. But there’s one thing I want you guys to do for me first.”

  “Name it,” said Tonk.

  “Snarl for me.”

  They didn’t understand at first, but then Myler laughed. “Is this a shifter-lover thing?”

  “Sort of.” She drew in a long breath, their four scents mixing together to form a new, unique aroma.

  “Do you want us to snarl as men or as lions?” Myler’s eyes sparkled with humor.

  “Both. But first as men. Later, when you shift for me, you can snarl for me again.”

  Their snarls came, mouths lifting as they mimicked the sounds their beasts would make. She laughed, loving that they would do such a silly thing for her.

  “Are we good now?” asked John Abraham.

  “Really good,” she answered. “Except I’d sure like to see the inside of the house now.” She gave them a sultry look. “And I’d sure like to find out how soft the bed is, too.”

  She let out a small yelp when John Abraham scooped her off her feet and into his arms. “Then let’s get to it. Tonk, lead the way.”

  * * * *

  The men, naked, their shafts already erect, gathered around the bed. Julia had quickly disrobed along with them then, feeling shy, had hurriedly jumped into the huge bed and covered her naked body with the sheet.

  “Don’t be shy, sugar.” Tonk’s lust shone in his hungry expression. “You have a great body. Fucking perfect.”

  “Damn straight,” agreed Myler. “You’re perfect in every way.”

  “We’ve waited for you, and only you, all our lives.” Samuel came to the other side of the bed, his cock bobbing as he moved.

  She resisted the urge to try and catch it in her mouth. Soon enough, she’d get a taste of him.

  “I’d take a beating for you every day of my life if that’s what it takes to have you as my mate.”

  The bruises on John Abraham’s body made her heart hurt. Yet, even as she watched, some of them seemed to be fading. “Are you healing?”

  “I am. You don’t have to worry about me.”

  “But you won’t have to endure any more beatings.” She arched an imperious eyebrow at the other men. “He won’t. Am I right?”

  “We can’t promise we won’t have a few tussles,” said Tonk. “But, hell, we fight among ourselves. Why should he get special treatment?”

  Myler chuckled. “Yeah, darlin’. If he’s going to be part of our group, then he has to hold his own. It’s the lion way. But to answer your question, nah, we won’t beat on him again.” He cast a grin at John Abraham. “At least, not for the same reason.”

  “Seriously. Don’t worry about me, Julia.” John Abraham flicked his tongue over his upper lip. “I can handle myself just fine.”

  “Can we stop talking about him now?” moaned Tonk. “It’s enough to make a man’s cock go limp.”

  “All you have to do is look at her to get hard again, bro.” Samuel’s gaze met hers. “But if you want to sit this one out, that’s fine with me.”

  “Fuck off, man.” Tonk bumped his shoulder against Samuel. “There’s nothing in this world that’s going to keep me from our beautiful mate.”

  They made her feel more womanly than she’d ever felt. Not only with their hot looks but with their sweet words. Sure, she’d had other men flatter her, but she could hear the sincerity in her mates’ voices.

  She lay back, taking in every muscle, every inch of their hard male flesh. Lust burned like a firestorm inside her as her pussy throbbed in anticipation. Having sex with the Conway brothers had been amazing, but now that John Abraham was joining them, her excitement grew ever stronger. If they didn’t touch her soon, she’d break apart.

  “You’re our mate now. There’s no turning back after this.” Samuel’s dark eyes met hers. Flecks of amber seemed like bright coals to the fire of his craving. “Say it. I want to hear you say it.”

  “I’m your mate.” Daring to be bold, she threw off the sheet then reached for him, pulling him onto the bed with her. Running her hand behind his neck, she tugged him to her breast. He groaned and cupped her breast, then nipped at the taut bud. She drew in his scent.

  The Allure. Is he giving it to me now?

  If he was alluring her, if they all were, she’d welcome it.

  Myler moved to her other side and sat next to her. “I can’t believe we finally found you.” Leaning forward, he lightly brushed his lips over hers. She cupped him behind the neck and intensified the kiss, drawing his tongue in.

  The bed dipped as Tonk and John Abraham crawled on top of the bed. John Abraham slid between her legs, pushing her wide. “I need to taste you.” He flicked his tongue over her folds, telling her of what was to come, then spread her folds to do the same to her wet clit. His tongue pressed against her aching nub, pushing hard, then oh-so slowly slid its way over her mons.

  She mewed, mixing her sound with the soft murmurs of the men as they kissed and fondled her. They told her how much they wanted her, how much they’d yearned for her, and vowed their love for an eternity.

  Tonk moved next to Samuel to slide his fingers along her thigh then under her bottom. He feathered his fingers along her inner thigh, then over to her hip even as he explored the tightness of her dark hole. Soft kisses then nibbles replaced his fingers as he delved inside her anus, using not one but two fingers to prepare her.

  Myler leaned over and kissed her bellybutton as his hand bumped against her outer thigh. He stroked his long cock and added quick sharp bites to her flesh.

  “Take me.” Samuel’s tone was gruff as he offered her his shaft.

  She drew him in, delighting in his groan of pleasure. Was she woman enough to please four men? Especially four men who were part animal? She hoped she was, and she’d soon find out.

  Sliding her hand along Myler’s body, she reached for his cock and wrapped her hands around the soft vein-filled flesh. The heat from his shaft burned her palm, heavy and hot. Desire, unrestrained, spread through her arm to meet her inner burn.

  John Abraham sucked on her clit, flicking his tongue rapidly then plunging his tongue inside her pussy. Her body responded, her hips bucking with the rush of an unexpected, yet powerful, orgasm. She cried out, her warm breath flooding over Samuel’s cock.

  “Please.” She wasn’t sure exactly what she
was asking them to do, but she had to have them, had to feel them inside her in every possible way.

  John Abraham lifted up, placing his cock at her pussy. “I’m going to have you first. It’s only fair since they’ve already had the pleasure.”

  How did he know?

  He had to be assuming correctly, yet the answer didn’t matter.

  With a grunt, John Abraham pushed inside her, ramming into her so hard that he moved her toward the headboard. She cried out but kept her mouth around Samuel’s cock and her hand on Myler’s.

  Thrusting his hips, John Abraham plunged into her time and again, a rapt expression on his face. He increased his speed, his hips moving quickly, like a battering ram in full speed. With yet another climax surging, she tightened her pussy walls, adding to their friction.

  As much as she didn’t want to, she had no choice but to release Samuel’s cock to cry out, all her sensations going wild. Her nerve endings were aflame with each touch. Her hearing picked up their moans along with their soft murmurs of love. Her eyes feasted on their wonderfully sinful bodies as their scents filled her nostrils.

  She wrapped her legs around John Abraham’s waist and tugged him closer, needing him to somehow, some way, go deeper inside her. Not that he could physically do so. Each thrust took his cock to the end of her, yet still, she tried.

  Within minutes, she saw the climax start first on John Abraham’s face then travel down his body as he tensed for release. The muscles in his chest worked, and she longed to run her fingers over the flat stomach to the curly mass below.

  John Abraham groaned. “You’re my mate. Theirs and mine. Ours. Say it.”

  She released Samuel’s cock long enough to tell John Abraham what he needed to hear. “I’m your mate just like I’m theirs.”

  The pre-release tension in his expression was gone as a brief smile took its place. Yet the smile didn’t last long. With his jaws tight, he released, slamming his cock into her one last time.

  As though in answer to his, her next climax, almost brutal in its intensity, erupted from her. Her cry was a scream of both delight and sexual release.

  “Holy shit,” he said as he shuddered through his orgasm.

  Hot seed filled her. She clenched her pussy walls even harder, trying to hold his cum inside her for as long as she could.

  Would they have a child? Would all the men be fathers to all their children?

  As though he could hear her thoughts, Myler answered in a tight, controlled voice. He fondled her breasts as she pulled and released his cock then played with his balls. “We want kids. You want kids. Don’t worry about the rest. Your kids and our kids will have four fathers. It doesn’t matter whose sperm made them.”

  When John Abraham was spent, he pulled his cock out, his shoulders hunched, his energy sapped. “Fuckin’ A, that was great.” He caressed her leg. “You are great.”

  “She is. Now stop hogging her. Move off, man.” Tonk shoved John Abraham away then urged her to turn on her side. “Are you okay with this, Jules? It won’t hurt like it does with regular men. You’ll have to trust me on this. It’s a lion thing.”

  I can’t wait to learn more “lion things.”

  “Are you okay with it?” he asked again and waited for her response.

  Okay was not the correct word. She wanted him, hell, needed him to enter her from behind. She nodded then renewed her efforts with Samuel’s cock. He’d grown silent, his face holding a determined look. Yet when he suddenly opened his eyes and looked down at her, she knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

  Myler grumbled and wrapped his hand around hers, helping her stroke him harder. Samuel worked his hips back and forth, driving his cock farther into her mouth.

  Her body trembled, lust and need working her into a frenzy. She wanted these men, had wanted them from the first time she’d met them. Looking into Samuel’s amber eyes, she sent him a silent message.

  Give me your seed. I need to taste you.

  His amber eyes sparkled his answer, yet still he tried to hold out. He tried, but he failed. Groaning, he turned his seed free.

  She drank him in, loving the taste of him. In a way, his seed reminded her of the fragrance of his allure. Although she swallowed as fast as she could, she was no match for the abundance of his cum. A low growl escaped him as he thrust his cock into her mouth again then pulled out with another groan. He fell back, cupping his balls.

  She licked her lips and shot him a smile. He smiled in return then lay back against the headboard, his chest rising and falling with his deep breaths.

  Tonk slid his hand along her buttocks, pushing his two fingers farther into the tight hole. She tensed then took deep breaths, willing her body to relax.

  “Easy, mate. I’ll be gentle.”

  She tried to relax, but her rings tightened even more, closing tighter around his fingers. He worked his fingers in and out then replaced them with the tip of his cock.

  Myler pulled his cock away from her then moved around the bed to get to the other side of her. He cupped her mons and took one leg over the crook of his arm. “Damn, I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want you.”

  “Then take me, Myler.” She looked to Tonk. “And you, too. Fuck me now.”

  Rubbing his shaft against her, Myler teased her until, at last, he slid his cock inside her pussy. A groan and then another thrust pushed him deeper inside.

  “Tonk,” she whispered. “Now. Please.”

  Emotion filled her, tears welling in her eyes. The men were giving her more than mere sex. They were giving her their love and pledging their loyalty. Although she’d come to Lonesome for fun, she’d ended up finding her future.

  She gasped as Tonk entered her from behind. At first, there was a flash of pain, but it was soon gone, replaced by an incredible sensation of his cock rubbing against her anus walls. She grabbed hold of his arm and dug her fingers into his flesh. Her other hand clutched at the bedsheet as she held on for dear life.

  Myler and Tonk pumped into her, their hands gripping her flesh, holding her to them. She watched the men, feeling powerful and sexy. Feeling, she suspected, a bit like a lioness.

  The brothers worked together, first matching each other strokes then doing a counterpoint, one in and one out. Caught between them, she did her best to tighten her pussy and her anus.

  “Play with your tits, darlin’,” commanded Myler.

  She did, pinching and twisting them. The amber in his eyes grew stronger. What would happen if they shifted while making love with her?

  Again, as though sensing her thoughts, Myler answered. “We’d never change during sex. Never.”

  “No, we wouldn’t,” interjected Samuel as he and John Abraham stood off to the side, watching. “But wait until we have sex as animals.”

  “If you decide to change,” added John Abraham.

  Did she want to become a shifter? But she couldn’t think now. Not when her body, her emotions, and all her sensations were in control. Soon enough, there would be time for other decisions. Right now, the only thing she could concentrate on was Myler and Tonk as they stroked her skin and shoved their cocks inside her. Her breath hitched in her throat, and she closed her eyes. Concentrating, she imagined the tips of their cocks meeting in the middle of her. Her orgasm whirled inside her, quickening her heartbeat. She did her best to hold it in check, wanting to come with the men, but holding it much longer would be impossible.

  “Now, darlin’. Let it go now.”

  It was almost a relief to hear the words. She met Myler’s gaze and obeyed him. The climax thundered through her just as Myler and Tonk came together. Their roars of release echoed each other, giving her a wave of primal possession.

  These are my men.

  She cried out, giving a voice to not only her release but her love. Her body jerked as her orgasm tore her apart, spinning her mind. As Myler and Tonk fell away from her, she screamed one last time as her body erupted.

  Chapter Eight

  “Are you k
idding me?” Julia sat back in the chair, her knee knocking against the bar table and almost upending her mug of beer. Several people crowded near them in the Whiskers and Whiskey Saloon glanced at them and then looked away. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Why didn’t you call me?” She took a sip of her beer. “I would’ve come upside Mrs. Stanley’s head and laid the bitch out cold.”

  “I’m sure you would have.”

  Julia shook her head, still thrown that their boss’s wife, Mrs. Stanley, had attacked TJ outside behind the bar. “Plus, I would’ve liked to see the show your guys put on. They actually shifted right here in the bar. Wow.”

  “Yeah, they did, but they covered as best they could. And I’m sorry I didn’t answer your texts, but I was a little busy at the time,” answered TJ. “But relax. Everything turned out great, didn’t it? Not only for me, but for you, too.”

  Julia took a big swig of her drink. “Yes, it did. Still, I can’t believe we kept missing each other at the saloon and at Miss Kitty’s. We should’ve stayed in contact better. In fact, if you get down to it, we did what we have always said we wouldn’t do. We let men distract us from our friendship. I’m sorry about that.”

  “Me, too.” TJ’s smile was radiant. “So what do you say? I’ll forgive you for being a lousy friend, if you’ll forgive me for being a lousy friend.”

  Julia stuck her hand across the table. “Agreed.” They shook hands and laughed. “But are you really all right?”

  “I’m fine. Hell, better than fine. I don’t have to work for The Dick any longer, and I have three amazing men who love me more than I could ever have hoped for.”

  “Same here. The Dick fired you, but as soon as I get the chance, I’m going to tell him to shove my job up his ass.” She put on a smug expression, all for her friend’s benefit. “And I ended up with four amazing men. I win.”

  TJ, of course, didn’t take her joke the wrong way. “We both won. Still, I can’t believe”—she leaned forward and lowered her voice—“you know. Why the hell didn’t you tell me about them?”