Luring the Vagrant's Heart [Leopards of Leopold 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Fel Fern

Lars’s brows furrowed, clearly sensing the change in her.

  “Oh boy,” Des said teasingly. “Be careful, Lars. She already has me wrapped around her little finger. You’re in danger of falling in the same trap.”

  “Do you now, little queen?” Lars’s hand slipped between her legs again. He pinched her clit, making her gasp. “Maybe, but we all know who your little cunt belongs to.”

  “Not just my cunt. Don’t you want the rest of me to belong to both of you, too?” Cas asked innocently, feeling Lars’s cock, very much erect again, pressed against her stomach. Des’s cock, too, was stirring behind her.

  “Fuck, Des. Is she for real?” Lars growled.

  “Very much so, my king.”

  Cas noticed Lars didn’t deny or reject the title this time. Her hand curved around Lars’s cock as it nudged its way between her slit again.

  “You said I can have anything I want, Lars.”

  Lars’s eyes darkened. “What do you want, baby?”

  “I want to watch you two fuck.” Cas slid her hand across Des’s cheek. He stopped nuzzling her neck. Lars’s gaze drifted from her face to her consort’s.

  “You have one very understanding lady, Des.”

  Cas knew Des was smiling on her shoulder. “Like I said, king, we come as a matched pair.”

  “Bedroom is over there,” Cas managed.

  Lars groaned, but eventually the three of them managed to find the bed.

  Chapter Five

  “Set her down over there,” Des told Lars.

  It was a little envious, how the biker easily hefted Cas in his arms like she didn’t weigh a thing. She giggled when he settled her gently on the queen-sized bed. Just to hear her laugh like that again, like she had no care in the world, made him smile. Des was beginning to think she wasn’t capable of laughing anymore.

  Des crawled into the bed and pushed her legs apart to see the glistening red folds of her lovely pussy. The color was a beautiful contrast to her pale skin. Cas looked down at him, her dark eyes heavy-lidded with a mixture of desire and fondness.

  Thumbing the edges of her still-moist pussy lips rewarded him with the sweet sound of her moan. She sunk her fingers into his hair when he pressed a thumb over her sensitive clit.

  “I’m going to taste him on you,” Des told her.

  Before he could lower his head and lick her clean, he felt large, rough hands on the curve of his buttocks. Lars. Just thinking of the large black leopard made his body quiver with anticipation.

  “Have you forgotten about me, green eyes?” Des closed his eyes, enjoying the strength in Lars’s hands as they guided him to a more appropriate position for his access.

  Lars didn’t wrench his legs apart like he expected. While his grip was firm and hungry, there was carefulness and unexpected gentleness there.

  “Cas, throw me a pillow,” came Lars’s voice.

  Something soft and fluffy sailed over Des’s head, and moments later, he felt Lars cushioned it below his upper body.

  “Do you have everything you need?” Cas asked.

  Her fingers in Des’s hair tightened when he flicked his tongue over her swollen nub.

  “I’m great, sweetheart. I got the lube. How’s the view over there?”

  Feeling the pad of Lars’s fingers massaging the tight ring of muscles in his asshole, Des moaned appreciatively.

  “Splendid.” At Cas’s response, Des began to lick Lars’s cum off her.

  He pressed his hands to keep her legs from buckling.

  Behind him, Lars inserted one finger inside him, making him squirm. Lars palmed and massaged one ass cheek. A loud smacking sound followed, and a slight ache.

  “I think our consort likes his ass being spanked, my queen,” Lars remarked.

  Des felt the man palming his cheek again before delivering another heavy, ringing smack. The blossoming pain made his entire body shudder and his cock harden.

  “Des likes a little pain,” Cas admitted.

  A groan came out of her when Des set his mouth on her clit and began sucking at the nub tenderly.

  “Does he now?” Lars delivered another smack, a sharp, stinging slap this time around.

  Alternating between hard smacks and quick stinging ones, Lars had him wriggling and begging him in a few minutes. A delicious ache settled into Des, and it spread directly to his groin and to the rest of him. He whimpered when Lars slid two fingers into him.

  “Tell me how bad you want me inside you, Des.” The authority in Lars’s voice made his entire body tremble in anticipation.

  “Fuck me hard, Lars. Fuck me like you’ve fucked Cas,” Des’s voice came in a staggered breaths.

  A sharp tug on his hair reminded him he wasn’t done giving pleasure to his queen. He bent his head and eagerly licked at the cream gathering her slit, occasionally sucking her tender flesh.

  Des knew she sometimes liked just a bit of teeth, so he nibbled at her swollen nub before thrusting his tongue into her wet cunt. Her moans above him told him she was close. Behind him, Lars had thoroughly lubed and readied him for his access.

  He felt Lars nudge his cock head a few inches inside him. The slight burn quickly faded as Des relaxed the muscles of his ass. Lars’s seeking cock met no resistance as he slid himself in until he was buried hilt-deep inside Des.

  The sensation of being filled by Lars’s long and meaty length made Des grip Cas’s legs on either side of him roughly. He stabbed his tongue into her lovely pink folds as Lars began to slowly withdraw from his ass, only to slam suddenly into him again.

  The movement stole the breath out of him. Brief pain quickly faded to a savage and intense pleasure, making him emit a needy groan. Desire began to build inside of him like a drum being filled to its limits.

  “You liked that, my fine green-eyed cat?” Lars asked breathlessly behind him.

  The other man palmed the curve of his tender buttocks and the simple gesture was enough to send Des to the edge. He gasped just as Cas gave one final shudder in front of him.

  She came just a few seconds ahead of him, and he lapped and caught every drop of her sweet cream. Watching her lovely body convulse with pleasure was always something he liked, but his own orgasm made him lose his focus. The drum inside him erupted, flooding his senses and coursing through the rest of his limbs and body. The wave rendered him wonderfully numb.

  “Fuck, seeing both of you cum was damn hot,” Lars breathed.

  Another thrust inside Des made the other man explode. Still holding him in position, Lars’s warm cum sprayed inside him. The black leopard continued gripping him, refusing to let go until his cock was emptied.

  Des felt a pat on his ass, and he gratefully collapsed on the bed. He rested his head on Cas’s thigh for a moment. Lars disappeared from his line of sight, and for a second, panic filled him. Was the biker leaving after he’d had his fill? Des was about to rise, but his legs were shaky. He felt Cas’s warm, small hand against his cheek, and he relaxed.

  “Its fine, Des,” she murmured. “He hasn’t left.”

  True to her word, Lars came back and cleaned both of them up. The large man then took his place in bed, with Des and Cas settling on either side of him. Cas closed her eyes and contently wrapped her petite frame around his broad, inked chest like a well-satisfied cat.

  Des breathed in Lars’s unique scent. He was beginning to get used to the idea of having the man’s scent imprinted on him and Cas. Was that a dangerous thought? He and Cas knew bringing Lars in was a gamble. Mind-blowing sex was one thing, asking the man for a commitment was much harder.

  “A man can get used to this.”

  Lars speared his fingers into Des’s hair, making him curl closer to him. The solid and warm planes of the black leopard felt right against him. Felt real. The world that had seemed so confusing in the past few months made sense again.

  “I hope so,” Des told Lars.

  He looked into the biker’s dark blue eyes, desperately trying to find what he needed there. Lars’s dark blue
eyes gave away nothing. They just looked content and sleepy.

  Don’t end up changing your mind. Don’t end up hurting us.

  It was a selfish thought, but it wasn’t just Cas he was concerned with. Des prided himself on being the strong one, the pillar of support Cas would rely and lean upon. After this night, though, he was no longer sure. He was now as vulnerable as his queen if Lars changed his mind and chose to leave them.

  Chapter Six

  Waking up in a strange bed and in unfamiliar surroundings made Lars bolt up suddenly. Tossing aside the blankets wrapped around him, the knowledge of last night’s events then fully hit him.

  Did he really just take a kingless, beautiful leopard queen and her cunning consort? The wonderful mixed scent of Des and Cas lingering about in the bedroom told him last night wasn’t a dream.

  “Fuck.” Lars wasn’t sure if last night was a good or bad thing.

  Telling the pair he’d stayed was one thing when all he thought of were their bodies pressed against his. Honoring his promises, meanwhile, in the face of reality, was another. While they smelled and tasted fine, they also smelled like trouble. Usually when shit hit the fan, Lars’s instincts to bolt took over, so why were Des and Cas so different?

  Deep down, he knew the answer. Seeing Cas buried in her private grief last night by her vanity table and seeing her again defending those wolf pups without a moment’s hesitation made him and his leopard badly want to claim her. Des’s quiet strength, his cunning, and his determination to keep his queen and himself grounded also called to Lars in unexplainable ways.

  He acknowledged the truth on some basic level. Lars wanted them both, but did he want them enough to take on the responsibility of their fractured pard? He had a feeling not all the cats were like Noah. Would they even accept a cursed black leopard into their pard?

  Shaking his head, he took a cold shower to clear his head.

  “Lars? I’m leaving some clothes by the bed for you,” called Cas from outside.

  “Thanks, babe.” Lars wondered if the jeans and shirt belonged to her old king, because Des’s clothes wouldn’t fit him.

  Now that he had the time to explore the apartment, Lars curiously looked and poked around. It wasn’t big, and the furniture wasn’t expensive. It was neat and clean. The wonderful smell of bacon and eggs made him wander into the small kitchen. He found Cas working by the stove. Her dark eyes brightened at the sight of him.

  “Good morning. I’m glad the clothes fit you. They were Gerald’s.”

  Lars assumed that was the name of her old king, so he only nodded. He couldn’t detect any sort of emotion behind those words, just a little hint of worry. Was she worried he’d been offended?

  “Yeah. They fit fine.”

  He watched her hesitantly approach him. She wore an old t-shirt, a pair of denim cut-offs, and her curls were tied up into a neat ponytail. Even so, she looked and smelled good, just as he remembered. When she was near his reach, he only grabbed a handful of her shirt and pulled her to him for a kiss.

  Infused with the addictive scent of her, Lars’s hands possessively found their way across her body. He kept one hand on her waist, while the other skimmed the graceful length of her spine. She shivered against him, while he kept his mouth locked on hers. Her heat enveloped him, and he prodded his tongue deeper so he could taste her better.

  “You taste fucking fine, baby,” Lars told her.

  Her cheeks were slightly pink, but she smiled back at him.

  “I’m glad you like the taste of me.”

  “‘Like’ is a damn mild word. I think I’m fucking addicted to you,” Lars murmured.

  He nuzzled her neck, and his cock stirred inside his jeans at her sigh of contentment. Cas wasn’t a loud lover, but the little quiet sounds coming from her mouth were capable of driving him to the edge. It was the sigh of a woman who knew what she wanted, and what she wanted was the man in front of her.

  “I was about to ask you to sit down while I serve you breakfast, but I think I’ll take care of your other needs first.”

  Cas’s small hands trailed down his chest and paused over the bulge of his jeans.

  “I don’t think I’ve ever been cared for this well by anyone,” Lars admitted, watching her slender hands work the button of his jeans and then the zipper.

  “You better get used to it, Lars. Because I love taking care of my two men.”

  Just hearing her say those words made his cock stiffen with desire. He let go of her so she could kneel in front of him. She drew his cock out of his jeans, her movements graceful.

  “If you want, I can take care of you every morning.” Cas thoughtfully stroked the length of him, making him groan.

  Lars fisted her hair, undoing her ponytail so her curls fanned beautifully about her shoulders.

  “Cas, if you’re mine to claim, fuck and protect, I’m going to have you every opportunity I can.”

  Her small fingers curled around the base of his shaft, and her small tongue darted out to lick the pre-cum that had gathered on his cockhead.

  “Will you claim me, Lars?”

  He hesitated at her soft words, but she didn’t seem to need an answer at that very moment. She worked at the base of his shaft with her clever fingers, applying pressure in his balls as her clever little tongue worked his tip. Just watching how she was so intent and fixated on her task made him throbbing-hard in mere minutes.

  Desire gathered inside of him like a thick, liquid golden pool waiting to course out of him. His fingers tightened in her hair, but she didn’t complain. Most of the women Lars had fucked over the years always complained that he was too rough and too careless, but Cas was different.

  Not only could her small, slender frame take him, her entire body language told him she badly wanted him, as much as he wanted her. He wasn’t a novelty to her, or a freak she wanted to experiment with. He was a potential mate and partner.

  “Fuck, baby, that’s so good. Take me in your mouth and suck me good.”

  Her dark brown eyes only twinkled, but she obeyed. Her small, warm mouth closed over his cockhead, heightening the sensations gathering in his body. Breathing hard, Lars could only watch with pure concentrated lust and amazement as she took him inch by inch, until his cockhead reached the back of her throat.

  “You’re fucking amazing,” he breathed.

  She slowly began to withdraw her mouth. Waiting a few seconds, but not long enough for him to recover, she began to deep-throat again.

  “Fuck, baby, I’m not going to last.” He guided her head back to his shaft.

  Feet spread apart, Lars let out a choking sound as he hit his limits and he began to orgasm. Pleasure hit him like a sledgehammer, rendering his body boneless. Beneath him, Cas didn’t withdraw her mouth. She took all his cum without spilling a drop. After, she stood with the same exasperating feline grace she seemed to possess.

  “You’re going to kill me,” Lars muttered, watching her clean him up with some baby wipes.

  “Why don’t you have a seat while I make you some breakfast?” She was back at the stove after she served him a hearty plate of pancakes and waffles.

  Lars wasn’t lying when he told her he’d never been taken care of by anyone, and he found he liked it immensely. He liked sitting at the kitchen table while watching Cas move around the kitchen.

  “Who are you making those for?” He nodded to the packed lunches set on the counter.

  “For some of the other cats working at Fixes and Wheels, the garage the pard owns.” Cas turned to face him. “After Gerald’s death, some of the cats were afraid I’d do something rash, so they convinced me to quit my job and do some admin work at the garage.”

  “Des said you stopped dancing awhile back,” Lars pointed out, shoveling another spoonful of eggs.

  Damn, if he hadn’t fallen in love with her personality and her body, he could’ve fallen in love with her cooking as well.

  “I always loved to dance, and working at the strip club meant I had fl
exible hours so I could help out with pard business.”

  Lars added the additional information in his head.

  “So you’re working more closely with the rest of your pard at the garage. Does it belong to one of the cats, and does Des work there, too?”

  “The garage used to belong to Gerald. He always had a talent for fixing cars, so after saving some cash, he bought the place a few years back.”

  There was a faraway look in her eyes, which worried him a little, so he stood and pressed himself against her and began stroking her back. Her eyes cleared a little.

  “The other cats, like Noah, said they wanted to keep the business afloat and it seems to be doing well. Des works a different day job, though.”

  “Oh?” Lars asked, curious. “What sort of job?”

  “He teaches at the local elementary school. Mathematics.”

  That was certainly the last thing Lars expected of the cunning consort.

  “Fuck. Really?”

  “Really.” Cas nodded. “He’s probably one of the few cats in the pard who’s managed to get a degree, which is probably why it took some time for them to accept him.”

  Lars processed her words slowly.

  “But despite your efforts…you think your pard is falling apart?”

  She leaned against him, and he could sense her exhaustion.

  “It hasn’t been easy. When Gerald died, he took his best enforcers with him. The pard’s currently in a position of weakness, especially among the shifter groups in Leopold City.”

  Lars guided her back to the kitchen table to sit. She hesitated, and then looked at him.

  “Are you sure you want to hear about this now?”

  He placed his hand over her small wrist. “Scare me away, baby. I ain’t going to run.”

  Cas gave him a skeptical look. “Des said to take it slow, but you deserve to hear the truth. He wanted me to introduce you to some of the cats at the garage today, but if you want to hear this first…”

  Tasting her fear and apprehension, Lars only rubbed at her arm. The metaphysical leopard inside him reached out through his skin. The black cat rubbed at the queen inside of her and brought her some measure of reassurance.