by Zoey Marcel
He rolled and manipulated the satin-covered mini-erection of her clitoris, dragging sobs of growing ecstasy from her. She would come hard with him buried balls-deep in her ass. God knew he would.
He felt man and beast converging into one animal. The unruly hormones flooded every part of him, boiling his blood and stealing his sanity. Those weren’t the sounds of a man. They were the deep grunts and feral growls of his tiger fighting to get out. He wouldn’t put Amber in that kind of danger. He must protect her, but right now he wondered if the feline counterpart to his nature wasn’t the biggest threat of all to her.
Endorphins rocketed through him. Dopamine drugged him with the ultimate high of knowing the intimacy of his girl’s ass. A mind-altering bath of sexual chemicals dowsed his system like a tidal wave of poison taking over him. Toxic. Exhilarating.
Amber’s unrestrained screams on his brother’s cock when she came was intoxicating to the point of madness.
Dane reined in his manic thrusts to cautious strokes in her rectum, denying himself release until his mate’s orgasm was through. Her ass walls caved in on him, crushing his shaft into a hot mess of unbridled need. He clenched his jaw hard like he was determined to keep an expensive cigar between his teeth as she squeezed his bloated organ while she came.
Carson’s face distorted with primitive abandon as he roared and clutched Amber’s shoulders tight, thrusting like mad into her mouth, emptying himself into her.
Dane moved his hand to her throat, feeling it expand and contract when she swallowed his brother’s semen. She swallowed like a pro and gave Carson pleasure. Dane was proud of her. She deserved another orgasm before he put his mark on her and claimed her.
Amber wailed in half-assed protest and then sighed with bliss and pushed into his fingers rummaging in her sodden slit.
Carson massaged her breasts casually as he sought his breath again after the high of coming in their mate’s mouth.
Dane hammered into her, feeling that delicious tug on his balls and the wild dance of euphoria in his nerves from the way he thrust and gyrated his hips against her pillowy ass. Pre-cum streamed from the slivered hole in his cockhead.
The need to bond with her on the deepest of levels ate him alive. His fangs tore out of his gums, and his eyes gave themselves to his untamed half.
Carson yanked his sated penis out of Amber’s mouth and slammed his hand over her lips when Dane’s overzealous bite on her fleshy shoulder made her scream. Her piercing wail riled the tiger in Dane, but the man in him was concerned for her comfort. He knew the automatic pleasure that came with mating and claiming between true bond mates would arrive in time, but her bloodcurdling scream made his heart bleed. He’d heard it said that the harrowing pain from a claiming bite was intolerable, crippling.
Dane wouldn’t let her suffer. He injected pheromones into her, bathing her in a sea of multiple sex chemicals to trigger her pleasure that much quicker. Her outcries of misery became shocked gasps of exhilaration. Her noises got louder and he felt her coming again, much harder this time. The natural rapturous high of being claimed seemed to meet with the carnal venom he’d subjected her to, creating an explosion of delight that got her sobbing and pleading against Carson’s hand.
Her asshole felt like it imploded on Dane’s erection, sucking him ruthlessly into the dark, hot depths of her bowels, ripping a conquered sound of defeat from his parched throat. His eyes shut of no volition of his own. He wasn’t in control anymore. His power over the situation shattered like glass, sending shards of scorching surrender through his testicles.
“Fuck!” Dane yelled out, trying to survive the storm.
Amber screamed and washed his fingers with her release. Her spastic walls milked his dick with a carnivorous violence he’d never experienced before. He felt the bond from claiming her slamming into him full force. Oxytocin set up camp in his heart while more base components dragged the powerful orgasm from his body. Her pleasured sob when he sprayed the hot blaze of his cum into her bowels turned his brain to mush. The building could have been burning down around them and he wouldn’t have noticed. Only that she was in his arms.
Dane collapsed on top of her. Her soft, plump bottom cushioned his sweaty groin and made him feel close to her. He eased his spent cock out of her body and then rolled over with her. Carson lay down next to Amber on her other side and they cuddled with her in between them, lulling her with soothing words and gentle touches.
Dane licked away the remaining blood from the bite mark he’d left on her shoulder. It was such a becoming seal. The shifter genes were obviously doing their thing and starting to fuse with her body’s chemistry to heal the gash he’d made on the fleshy part where her neck and shoulder communed as one.
Somebody’s phone rang, probably Amber’s since he didn’t recognize the ringtone. They helped her sit up and then she staggered over to her purse on wobbly legs. She couldn’t even walk straight. He got a smug sense of satisfaction that he and Carson had sexed their full-figured hottie over good.
“Hello?” Amber answered her cell phone. Her angelic baby face paled and her mouth opened in worry. “Oh god, is she okay? Uh-huh. Okay. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
She hung up the phone with a paleness that said she might be sick.
Dane sat up. “What’s wrong?”
“Who was that?” Carson wanted to know.
Amber’s hands were shaking. “It was the hospital. My best friend, Kate, was in a car accident.”
* * * *
Amber rushed into the room Kate was in. Her bestie lay in the hospital bed fully conscious and not seriously injured from the looks of it.
“Kate! Oh my god, are you okay?” Amber threw her arms around Kate and held her tight.
Kate hugged her back. “Amber, I’m so glad you’re here. I’m okay. The airbags came out. I was a little dazed, but the doctor said I’ll be all right. I guess you’re still my emergency contact.”
Amber pulled back with a flattered little smile. Kate had made Amber her emergency contact years ago, assuming that if Kate was ever in danger it would probably be her own doing and it was best her parents weren’t informed of her troublemaking.
Kate shook her head. “I’m sorry I ruined your evening with my drama.”
“Don’t be.” Amber waved her off and pulled up a chair near her bed. “I saw a police officer out there. What happened?”
Kate’s eyes turned grave with silent fear. “I don’t really know what happened.”
“You don’t remember the accident?”
“I do, unfortunately.” She shivered. “I saw this lamb in the middle of the road and hit the breaks to avoid it. The stupid animal jumped up onto the hood of my car and…God, you’re going to think I’m crazy.”
Amber grappled for her hand in a supportive effort. “No, no. I won’t. Please tell me.”
Kate paused, looking completely lost and afraid. “The lamb’s eyes turned colors. It all happened too fast to remember which color exactly, but his eyes were glowing and he breathed fire.”
“Fire?”
“Yeah.”
“Like a little demon sheep or something?”
“I guess. Anyway, after my car hit the tree I was all shaken up. I was half out of it and kind of stumbled out of the car and fell over. I had the wind knocked out of me so I just laid there trying to catch my breath.” Kate shuddered and lowered her voice to an eerie hush. “The lamb came over and…”
Amber leaned closer and gave her hand a squeeze. “What?”
“He lifted my skirt, pushed my underwear aside with his hoof and just stared at my pussy for a moment.”
She blinked at Kate, trying to keep her brain from breaking. “Why?”
“I don’t know. Then after staring at it for a minute the lamb just turned and walked off into the woods.” Kate made a face and shivered. “What the hell was that even about?”
“I have no idea. I’m glad you’re okay.” Amber contemplated the spooky story for a second. �
�Do you think it was a shifter?”
Kate scoffed. “It had to be. No sheep looks like that. It was diabolical, whatever it was. I feel bad for letting the demonic bastard get away, but I was so out of it.”
“I know. It’s not your fault.”
“That’s not all. I lost consciousness and regained it just as the ambulance was coming.” Kate reached over for something on the table near her bed. “When I woke up this was draped over me.”
The blood ran cold in Amber’s veins when she saw the rosary Kate handed her. “Oh my god.”
“What’s wrong? Amber, why is your face like that?” Kate sat up straighter in panic. “Talk to me.”
Amber’s eyes watered in fright and for a moment she couldn’t talk or breathe.
“Amber.”
She struggled to get her bearings and shake off the tightness seizing her chest and denying air to her deprived lungs. “This was lying on Oliver the night he was murdered. Kate, I think your life is in danger.”
Chapter Nine:
The Preacher
Preoccupation turned out to be unavoidable while Amber went about her workday at Sultry Salon & Spa. She’d had this job even when she’d been employed at Stein’s Bar, but Stan had made her quit the bartending job because he didn’t want her around men that were hopped up on liquor. Although annoyed at his control over her, in a way she was glad, since she loved her new job at the coffeehouse. It was a part-time position that enabled her to also work part time at the spa and get in the hours she needed to live off of.
She couldn’t stop thinking about what happened to Kate and had called Kate’s younger brother, Austin, warning him to be on the lookout for devil sheep and random rosaries lying around. Naturally he’d been skeptical that her crazy-ass story had anything to do with him, but he was worried about his sister’s safety.
Amber teetered between frantic games of “who’s behind this” and yummy thoughts of her two tigers. Dane had claimed her at the club last night and she hadn’t tried to stop him. He and Carson appeared to be nuts over her, though Carson had yet to claim her. Not that she expected him to so soon, but it thrilled her purple fuzzy socks off that Dane had given her the binding love chomp.
What was she doing? Her guardian would be pissed if he knew she’d let an animal-human hybrid claim her after he had told her to stay away from the McCann brothers.
On the other hand, she would need a husband to gain her inheritance and Dane would do nicely. The question was would Stan let her have Carson for a second husband? Not likely, but it was worth a shot.
It was only supposed to be for one night. What the hell is wrong with me?
Dane’s voice spoke to her in her mind, through their bond she assumed. “No, Amber. It wasn’t just for a night. We want you with us forever, in our arms and in our bed.”
She froze, calming herself when she recalled that shifters were capable of speaking with their mates telepathically.
Cool!
In the mirror at her work station she saw Dane approaching her from behind.
“Hello, little mate.” He stood behind her, wrapped his arms around her loosely, and then kissed her neck.
She smiled at his reflection in the mirror and nuzzled him back before remembering that she was supposed to be having a secret relationship with him, not indulging in shameless PDA to let Stan and everyone else know what she was up to.
Amber stepped out of Dane’s loving embrace as tactfully as she could, hoping he wasn’t on to her game. “It’s good to see you, Mr. McCann. Are you here for your appointment?”
“Mmhmm, I want a nice private facial from you.”
Her blood heated and her pulse raced, pussy moistening with tingly heat. When his hands gripped her hips it sent sparks shooting off in her body. A few people were looking and she imagined with horror that they were all spies for Stan Edwards.
She removed Dane’s hands from her body and tried to act professional. “Right this way, please.” Once they were in the facial room she frowned. “Actually I’m supposed to set up first. Go ahead and wait out there while I get ready.”
The sound of the door closing sent a jolt of need right through her.
“I’m not going anywhere, Amber. You’re going to tell me what this Mr. McCann crap is all about.” He stalked toward her, confident and determined. “I’m your mate and you’re my girl.”
“I understand that, Mr. McCann, but we really should—”
“Call me Mr. McCann one more time,” he warned.
Her stomach did a giddy somersault that was mixed with subtle nervousness at his predatory demeanor. It was sexy and enticing, but they must be quiet about this.
“Look, I know we’re mates and I respect that.” She moved around the table when he took several insidious steps around it to get to her. “Mr. McCann, please.”
She squealed when he grabbed her arm and yanked her across the padded table, clearing the head of it to stand behind her.
“My sassy girl, I warned you.”
She groaned and lifted her hips so he could undo her fly. “I like you and your brother a lot, but my guardian will be super pissed if he finds out I’m messing around with two men.”
“You’re a grown woman. Now be a good girl while I punish you.” He yanked her pants and underwear down in one fluid motion.
Her mouth fell open. “You can’t spank me. They’ll hear you.”
He swatted her bottom once and she flinched. “I can spank this sexy ass whenever I want to.”
“Well, I don’t know about sexy, but—” She yelped when he slapped her butt again, making it jiggle.
“Are you calling me a liar, Amber?”
“Of course not.”
“Then you’re saying I’m stupid.”
“What? No.”
He spanked her harder this time, sending stinging shock waves through her rump. “Then you’re left with no choice but to believe me when I tell you that your naked ass is the sexiest I’ve ever seen.”
Her eyes misted and she bit her lower lip.
“Now, spread your ass cheeks for me and show me that pretty asshole.”
Let him stare at her butthole? What the fuck?
“Um, okay.” She divided her buttocks, growing warm beneath the leering eyes she felt on her exposed anus. “Thank you for what you said about my butt.”
“I meant it.”
“I know you did. All this pampering you guys do for me, buying me lunch, touching me, and saying nice things to me—it really means a lot.” Her eyes welled. “I don’t deserve it.”
“Stop.”
She stiffened and held her breath, worried he was done with her or disgusted by her low self-esteem.
“I don’t want you thinking like that. You’re a priceless woman and you deserve all the love and kindness we can give you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, just be still while I put this ass plug in you.”
Amber took a deep breath.
“Have you ever had one in you before?”
“A few times with small ones.”
A smile hovered over his baritone voice. “This one is probably bigger than what you’re used to, but it’s not the largest size available by any means.”
She exhaled and gripped the table at the noticeable size of the tapered toy beckoning her anus to reconsider today’s no-visitors policy. The butt plug must have been convincing because her starburst soon acquiesced and let the toy push inside of her. Her sensitive tissues burned as they were stretched around the phallic plug. The cold lube coating the sex toy chilled her inner walls as it filled her.
“I want you to walk around wearing that all day and remember my cock in your ass last night, how I filled you up.”
A breathy sigh floated past her lips. “You’re so hot and kinky.”
He kneaded her butt cheeks in his large hands. “So are you. Do you want me to fill your tight pussy and see how fast I can make us come before they fig
ure out what we’re up to?”
God, did she ever. Money wasn’t everything.
You idiot, it’s a million fucking dollars. That’s a crap-load of money. Don’t blow it. Consummation can come later.
“That sounds amazing, but I’m not on birth control.” She waited, just knowing he probably had a condom in his pocket or wallet. What then?
“I don’t have any condoms on me.” He squirted some oil onto his hands from one of the bottles on the counter. “Spread your legs, sexy.”
She widened her stance, embarrassed that her thighs still touched.
“God, look at you,” he breathed. “Your thick, shapely legs will be perfect for this.”
His oily hands slicked her inner thighs up and groped them in a way that made her cunt pulse and ache. At times he worked the oil into her pussy folds, making her tingle and whimper.
“I’m going to fuck these meaty thighs and ejaculate in your panties.” He wedged his rigid dick between her legs, giving her a deep moan when she closed her thighs on him. “Then you’re going to wear your messy panties and feel my hot, dirty cum squishing against you pussy all day and the plug wiggling in your ass when you walk.”
“Oh god.”
She trembled and oozed with need when he started a slow, slippery fuck between her oiled-up legs.
Dane groaned and buried his nose in her hair after pulling her back toward him. “Remember, we want your cunt waxed the next time we play with you.”
“I haven’t forgotten. I’m having that done when I get off work.”
“That’s my girl.” He caressed her belly under her shirt, keeping his hand there when she tried to push it away.
“Quit focusing on my flaws.” She winced and yipped when he gave her a sharp slap on the side of her bottom.
“You’re the one focusing on your flaws, little mate. I look at you and I only see perfection.”
Tears trickled down her cheeks. “Thank you.”
Even if the money was the real reason the McCann men pretended to care, it didn’t matter. She could tell that they at least liked her, and she needed to get married to get her inheritance so it was a winning proposition for all three of them. They made her feel beautiful, though. That was quite possibly the best part.