by Maia Dylan
“Sweet mother of God!” Hunter shouted and his head fell back for a brief moment before he looked down his own torso to watch she and Dane lick either side. Xanthe leaned forward a bit, then took Hunter into her mouth, sliding her lips down as far as she could take him. She held there for a moment, her tongue moving continually, then she applied a little more suction as she slowly pulled of him. Hunter growled and she felt him shudder as she pulled off him with a pop.
“My turn,” Dane said with a grin, then seemed to swallow Hunter whole. Xanthe’s eyes widened when he took Hunter’s entire length, and judging by Hunter’s shout and the way Dane’s cheeks hollowed, he was sucking the hell out of him. Xanthe made a mental note to get him to teach her to do that at some stage in the near future. She figured Hunter would be a willing test subject.
The two of them double-teamed their mate, and Xanthe reveled in Hunter’s growls and shudders. She could feel her pussy clenching as her arousal soared. She had never been aroused giving a blow job before.
Dane reached over and ran his hand down her back as she took Hunter in her mouth. “Fuck, baby,” Dane groaned, “Your pussy must be fucking soaked. I can smell your sweet cream and it is driving me fucking crazy.” Dane’s hand slid down to the back of her undies, when he slid his fingers under the pearls Xanthe loved the feel of his fingers sliding over her ass.
Then he tugged them up gently.
Xanthe hadn’t expected what that would do to her. She pulled off Hunter with a scream as the pearls pressed against her swollen clit and rubbed against her back entrance at the same time, throwing her over the precipice and into an orgasm so fast it shocked the hell out of her. Dane maintained the pressure of the pearls on all her tingling girl parts and it felt like she was never going to stop coming.
After what seemed like hours but could quite potentially have been days, Xanthe came back to herself and she was naked and being cradled in Dane’s arms as he sat on the edge of her bed. She had no recollection of how she had gotten there or even how she had ended up naked. One moment she had been screaming her pleasure at the top of her lungs and in the next, she was sitting astride Dane, struggling to draw enough air into her lungs.
“Damn, Xanthe,” Hunter growled from behind her and it was then she felt the solid strength of his chest pressed against his back. “You in those pearl panties was the hottest damn thing I have ever fucking seen, right up until the moment you came so damn hard you actually passed out.”
Xanthe smiled softly as she raised her head and leaned back into Hunter’s chest. “So that’s what happened,” Xanthe heard the rasp in her voice. Damn, she must have really screamed. “I would like to ask you two a question, and it is one that you are more than able to refuse.”
“What’s the question, baby?” Dane whispered as he leaned forward and laid his forehead against hers. She was completely surrounded by them.
“Make me yours?” Xanthe asked softly, putting all the need she had for them into her voice. Both men stilled for a split second and Xanthe felt something within her begin to wither, but then they pressed closer to her, and she could feel the thundering of their hearts against her.
“Baby.” Dane’s voice was filled with wonder. “That would be our absolute honor.”
“Not to mention,” Hunter added as he placed an open-mouthed kiss to the side of her neck, making her shiver, “our absolute pleasure. And despite the fact that we already consider you ours, we will claim you. Now. Because quite frankly, that blow job you and Dane just gave me has left me with a rather large and fucking painful problem and I think it is only fair that you fix it.”
Xanthe laughed breathlessly as she felt Hunter press his hard dick against the cheeks of her ass.
“You heard the man.” Dane smiled at her as he pulled her hips closer to his. “It’s our fault and we need to fix it, so ride me, my love. Take me into the silken pussy of yours and let us claim you as our mate in truth.”
Xanthe bit her lip as she lifted up and reached a hand down to grip Dane’s cock in her hand. Both of them groaned at the move and Xanthe slid her hand from root to tip, enjoying the feel of warm silk over hot steel.
“Don’t tease, baby,” Dane groaned as he rolled his hips so that his dick thrust through her clasped hand. “If I don’t get inside you now, I’m going to go crazy!”
Xanthe placed the blunt head of his cock against her pussy and then eased down on him, holding her breath at the feel of taking him inside her. She circled her hips when she had taken all of him and loved the guttural groan he gave, as well as the fact that his eyes rolled back into his head.
“Fuck!” Hunter groaned. “Dane is sharing with me the feeling of your hot tight pussy taking him inside and rippling around him down our link. Goddamn, I had hoped to give you more time, but I have to get inside your ass, Xanthe. Now!” Even over the pounding of her own heart in her ears, Xanthe heard the plea in his voice and was humbled that she could pull such an intense reaction from him.
“Do it, Hunter,” Xanthe said breathlessly as she pushed Dane to lie flat, placed her hands on the mattress next to his shoulders, and arched her back. “Take me, Hunter. God, I have wanted you to take my ass since I saw you fuck Dane with so much passion and heat. I want that too, Hunter. I want that from both of you, so fucking take my ass and claim me as yours in truth.”
Xanthe began to move on Dane and prayed that she was going to be able to hold off the orgasm she could feel building like a tsunami within her. Vaguely, she felt something cold and viscous being applied to her back entrance and then all thoughts stopped as Hunter placed the blunt head of his cock against her sensitive back entrance.
“Christ, Xanthe.” Hunter’s voice was tight and clipped and Xanthe got the impression he was speaking through gritted teeth. “You have no idea”—Xanthe took a deep breath as Hunter pushed past the ring of muscles in her ass—”no fucking idea what your trust in me to do this does to me. I adore you, Xanthe, my mate. Christ!” Xanthe pushed out like she had heard she should and Hunter slid into her to the hilt.
“Ah. Fuck!” Dane’s shout had Xanthe opening eyes she had not even been aware she had closed, and looking into his pleasure-ravaged face. His eyes were closed, his head thrown back, and he held his body completely immobile, every muscle in his body straining. “I can feel you, Hunter! So fucking tight! I have to move, Xanthe. Please, let me move.”
Xanthe let herself soften, relaxing every muscle within her. “Then move, my love,” she said breathlessly. “Both of you move. Make me yours, claim me as your mate, and bond us together for all time.”
As if her words were all that they needed, the two men moved in a synchronized pattern that delivered exactly what Xanthe needed in exactly the right place. Her climax built within her at a frightening speed as Hunter and Dane moved in and out of her. Through the sound of her own heart pounding she heard both Hunter and Dane growling, cursing, and praising her. Had she not been hurtling toward oblivion at the time, Xanthe liked to think she would have been able to return at least the praise.
Then out of nowhere, she spun off the edge of the planet and screamed her bliss to the world.
“Fuck!” Dane shouted as she felt his cock swell within her, then flood her with heat. She felt him rear up off the bed and a split second later, a flash of white-hot pain where he bit into her neck that morphed into an exquisite rapture that had her coming a second time.
Hunter roared from behind her and then the same flashing hot pain struck on the other side of her neck. This time as her orgasm took her, she felt her consciousness starting to slip away, moments before she passed out.
* * * *
Dane held Xanthe as she slept in his arms. After he and Hunter had both claimed her, she had passed out and Dane couldn’t blame her. Shit, the pleasure he’d been gifted by being buried balls deep inside the woman of his dreams while the man of his dreams dragged his hard cock over his over and over with not a lot separating them had him on the verge of passing out himself.
“Jesus,” Hunter panted as he wiped the sweat from his brow. “That was the most amazing feeling.” Hunter locked his gaze to Dane’s and Dane swallowed the sudden lump in his throat. “I have never felt closer to anyone in my life than I did in that moment with you and Xanthe. And now that we’ve claimed her, I feel like shouting it from the rooftops so everyone will know that she is ours.”
“I’m guessing that people will get that just from the scent of the two of us all over her,” Dane had responded with a smile. Hunter had collected some warm clothes from the bathroom and after they had taken care of their mate, who had roused enough to grumble thanks, then promptly fell asleep. He and Hunter then moved under the covers of the bed and they settled in to wait for her to wake up.
Dane buried his face in her hair and drew the scent of their mate into his lungs. Scenting Hunter mixed in with it had his dick twitching, and he grinned.
“What’s got you smiling like the cat that caught the canary?” Hunter asked from the other side of the bed. The sun had set a long time ago and the room was dark, but their lions gave them great night vision.
“Was just thinking how great it is to have you both in my life as mates, and how fucking far away this reality felt when we told your parents about our bond.” Dane’s smile dropped away as silence fell between them.
“Tell me about that night?” Xanthe asked from between them, her eyes filled with understanding when he gazed down into them. “You’ve both alluded to the fact that it hadn’t been the best moment of your lives, and I’ll understand if it’s not something you feel up to sharing with me—”
“Xanthe, honey,” Hunter interrupted her and the bed moved as Hunter pulled himself up onto his elbow so he could gaze down at their mate better. “It’s definitely not a best moment. In fact, as far as moments go in a man’s life, that one was pretty fucking awful. But I’d”—Hunter paused and looked at him and Dane nodded his agreement—”we’d like to share it with you.”
“Lion shifters are a race that respects and rewards dominance and power.” Dane thought it would be best to give Xanthe a little background. “The king of any pride becomes king by being the best, and the fastest, the most dominant male lion in the pride usually, and any deviation from the normal can be seen as a weakness.”
“The day Dane turned eighteen, the connection between us fell into place. We’re not sure why it formed when we hadn’t been intimate or claimed each other.” Hunter sighed and his gaze shifted to Dane. “It was as confusing as fuck to suddenly be able to feel what you were feeling and reach for you down that link. I knew that it was definitely not something that other lions would readily accept, and I never should have told my parents.”
“Hunter.” Dane leaned over Xanthe so that he could place a hand on Hunter’s cheek, loving the fact that he could touch this man whenever he wanted. “It was my idea. I thought they would be able to help us make sense of it all. We were both confused. I never thought it would end like it did that night.”
“What happened?” Xanthe asked and Dane and Hunter both dropped their gaze to her. “Did your parents not accept the link?”
“Ha!” Hunter’s bark of laughter held no humor, just a shitload of hurt. “You could say that love. We went to the one person we figured would listen to us. My mother. When we told her about it, she immediately told my father. He beat the shit out of me and Dane and threw us from the pride.”
“What?” Xanthe gasped, the outrage clear on her beautiful face. “How could he? What the hell were they thinking, turning on the two of you like that?”
Dane fell even more in love with Xanthe in that moment, something he would have thought completely impossible just moments before.
“Not everyone has your heart, Xanthe, my love,” Hunter said softly as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “But the thing that pissed me off the most was my father telling me I would be less of a man if I loved Dane as a mate, and the fact that I let that bigoted son of a bitch keep me from claiming him as mine the moment I knew that link formed for a reason.”
Dane swallowed the lump that formed in his throat at Hunter’s words. Hunter’s heated gaze turned to him then and Dane felt his cock fill at the site of this powerful, dominant man, looking at him like he was crucial to his survival.
“And it is something that I am going to fucking rectify. Right. Now.”
Chapter 11
“Wait!” Hunter paused at Xanthe’s yell just as he was reaching for the blond man who had been a part of him for so long he wouldn’t know himself without him. He turned his gaze to Xanthe, whose flushed cheeks and increased breathing rate spoke of her arousal even as her body released her cream to perfume the air.
“Xanthe, baby.” Dane’s voice was strained and Hunter recognized the hunger the man had, because he felt it, too. “This time around, it is going to be a little rougher than we’d ever get with you. If you could sit out this round, sweetheart, we will make it up to you, I promise.”
“No! I mean, well, yes, I will sit this one out and I am more than confident that the two of you will be able to make it up to me.” Xanthe nibbled on her bottom lip, a clear sign that she was nervous about whatever it was she was trying to voice.
“Spit it out, honey.”
“Iwannawatch.” Xanthe spoke so quickly the words ran together but Hunter could tell what she meant and a wicked grin formed on his face.
“Well, well, well,” Hunter drawled and he could tell by the shit eating grin on Dane’s face that he had understood as well. “It would appear that our mate is somewhat of a voyeur.” Red bloomed across Xanthe’s face and Hunter’s grin widened.
“I think you might be right, Hunter,” Dane played along. Hunter could hear the humor in Dane’s tone. “And you know what that makes you, don’t you, Xanthe?”
“What?” Xanthe asked, her eyes narrowed.
“Absolutely perfect,” Dane said gently as he leaned down and kissed her shoulder.
“Perfect for us,” Hunter agreed as he leaned and pressed his lips to Xanthe’s. When he pulled back, he spotted the sheen of tears in Xanthe’s eyes that shone with love. “Come, sweetheart, I think I know exactly what you want.”
Hunter climbed from the bed and moved the wing-back chair front and center. He turned back to the bed, reached down, and gently pulled their Xanthe into his arms. “You want to be entertained?”
Xanthe nodded, and it appeared she was more than just a little breathless. Hunter placed her in the chair, then turned all his attention on the blond man who lounged on the bed, both arms behind his head, his blue eyes blazing. Hunter stalked to the bed and loved that Dane’s eyes darkened with need as he drew nearer.
Hunter crawled up the bed until he caged the man beneath him. “Last night was the best fucking night of my life,” Hunter lay down over Dane until he lay completely on top of him, and braced himself on his elbows on either side of Dane’s head. “Getting to take both you and Xanthe was the single most explosive sexual experience of my life. Being able to place my claiming bite on our mate was simply the cherry on the top.”
Dane sighed as he moved his legs so that he cradled Hunter’s hips and they both moaned as the move caused their hardened cocks to slide intimately against each other. “Hunter, it was the same damn thing for me, too.”
“But that’s just it, D, it wasn’t.” Hunter leaned forward and sucked Dane’s bottom lip into his mouth, then released it. “Because you never got to take my ass the way I want you to.” Dane’s eyes darkened and the hands that he had reached up to run up and down hunter’s back clenched into the muscles on his shoulder. “And we are going to rectify that. Tonight.”
Hunter growled the last word and he slithered down Dane’s body, pressing his lips to his torso and belly on his journey. He didn’t stop until he reached his destination. Pressing Dane
’s knees outward so that he was completely open to him, Hunter leaned forward and swallowed Dane’s cock. He flattened his tongue and as soon as his lips touched the tight curls nestled at the bottom of Dane’s impressive cock, he swallowed.
“Oh, holy mother of fuck!” Dane shouted into the room, and Hunter groaned when Dane thrust his hips up uncontrollably. “Jesus, your mouth … fuck! Hunter, so hot!”
Hunter reveled in the feel and taste of his mate on his tongue. Dane was leaking pre-cum steadily and Hunter wasn’t wasting a drop. Within minutes, Dane was clawing at the sheets and Hunter knew he was close to coming. Hell, Hunter was pretty much triggered to go off himself, given how hot he had found giving Dane a blow job.
Pulling off Dane’s cock with one last lick from root to tip, he turned his head to see what effect their little show had on Xanthe. When he saw her with a leg over the arm of the chair and her fingers pressing in and out of her sopping pussy, Hunter groaned.
“Fuck, that’s sexy,” he rasped and he heard Dane’s moan as must have turned to look.
“Not as sexy as watching the two of you.” Xanthe panted as her fingers slowed their frantic movements. “Now, don’t get distracted. I was really, really enjoying the show.”
Hunter laughed softly as he turned back to Dane. Kneeling on the bed, Hunter pulled Dane up to a sitting position, and he leaned down to claim his mouth. Hunter put everything he had into that kiss, and within a few short minutes Dane acquiesced enough to give Hunter the slight submission his lion needed. As soon as Dane gave over, Hunter’s lion roared within him.
Pulling back, he stared into Dane’s deep blue eyes, his heart turning over at the emotions that swirled there.
“Take me?” Hunter had meant it to be a growled demand. He hadn’t expected it to be such an emotionally laden plea.
“My fucking pleasure,” Dane growled.