Lion Love

by Jane Jamison

  “Yeah, Winnie,” countered Jason. “If you don’t open the door, we’re going to huff and puff and blow the house down. And that, sugar, is going to earn us a world of hurt from the Daytons and Burton. So, come on. Let us come in. I swear we won’t do anything to you.”

  Damn. There’s a lot I want them to do to me.

  She closed her eyes and drew on her strength. Since Bree wasn’t around to help her out, she’d have to make her own decision. No matter what the consequences might be.

  Damn it. Don’t be afraid. Do it. Take the chance.

  Taking a big breath, she made her decision, undid the deadbolt lock, and turned the handle. “Come on in. But only for a little while.” She glanced at the mirror to check her appearance. Although she hadn’t taken pains to put on makeup or style her hair, she looked a damn sight better than she had dripping wet.

  She backed up as the three massive men blocked the sunlight and came through the door. She stopped only when her back struck the counter of the small kitchenette. “Okay, you’re in now. Say what you wanted to say.”

  Jason and Shane bookended Danny as they formed a straight line. They were just as amazing looking as they’d been the day before. Muscles rippled under T-shirts that strained to cover the broad expanses of their chests. Jeans were tight enough to show off their crotches. As though they’d planned it, they took off their cowboy hats and tossed them on top of the small kitchen table.

  “We tried coming up with speeches to explain what’s going on,” said Danny. “But we’re not much good at speeches.”

  “So we decided it would be better if we just came out and said what needs to be said.” Jason hooked his thumbs in his front pockets but soon crossed his arms instead. He shifted from one foot to the other.

  He’s nervous?

  Somehow, that gave her courage.

  “All right.” If her heart pounded any faster, she might pass out. Yet she did her best to remain calm. Or, at least, to appear to be calm. “I’m listening.”

  “How about we sit down?” asked Jason.

  She shook her head. She was too nervous to sit. What would they tell her?

  “Okay, then, we stand.” Danny cleared his throat. “I’m going to come straight out and ask you.” He paused, cleared his throat again, then asked, “Do you think shifters are real?”

  Why had she half expected them to tell her that they loved her? It was such a crazy idea, and yet, it had popped into her head a second before he’d asked the question about shifters.

  “Do I believe in shifters?” She frowned, her heart unwilling to give up what she’d been hoping. Yet, she didn’t know them at all. To think that they had any feelings for her was simply ridiculous. Almost as ridiculous as the fact that she definitely had feelings for them.

  “Yeah. We need to know,” answered Shane.

  “I can’t believe you’re asking me that.”

  “Why?” Danny’s eyebrows shot up, eagerness written on his face. “I mean you came to the festival. That kind of implies that you might believe.”

  “I guess so.” She couldn’t help it. Whether or not it was logical for her to be disappointed, she was.

  “You guess so?” Jason frowned. “Are you saying you do believe in shifters?”

  “Oh, no.” She hadn’t meant to blurt out her answer. “I meant it makes sense that you’d think someone coming to the festival might believe. Although I’m pretty sure that a lot of those people are simply having fun. You know. As in make-believe.”

  “Shit,” said Danny. “I was hoping you really do believe they exist.”

  She leaned against the counter, needing the support. “Why? Why does it matter if I believe or not?” Her head was beginning to spin. Why were they going in circles? “Truthfully, I’m here because Bree says she saw a shifter last year. I came to support my friend. That’s all.”

  “You’re talking about the woman in the ladies’ room at the saloon, right?” asked Danny.

  She nodded. “Right. So how do you know about that?”

  Please tell me you don’t know the woman. Especially since Bree said the woman was incredibly beautiful. And naked. I can’t compete with a beautiful, naked werelioness.

  If they say the story is real, that Bree really saw what she says she saw, then shifters are real. And if shifters are real, then they might be…

  “Ridge Dayton told us the story.”

  “Oh.” She felt weak, relieved. So they’d picked up the story second hand.

  “You never answered the question, darlin’.” Shane moved closer.

  The air thickened with his approach. It took him only two steps to stand in front of her. She swallowed, more nervous than before.

  “Do you believe shifters are real?” he asked, his voice quiet, yet commanding.

  Part of her didn’t want to answer. Yet, she had no choice but to speak the truth. She searched down deep, expecting to answer one way, then answered differently.

  “Yes.” If any men could be amazing creatures like werelions, then they were those men. Right then and there, she wanted to believe.

  Danny came beside her, touched her chin, and made her meet his gaze. “Good.” His soulful brown eyes penetrated her. “Could you ever fall in love with a shifter?”

  Jason reached past Shane and pulled her away from them. He tugged her to him, enveloping her in his arms. “Answer the question, sugar.”

  She’d had a difficult time breathing only minutes before. Now, it was almost impossible. As the men came to cocoon her between them, she looked up at Jason and answered truthfully. “I think it would be exciting, but would it last? Can a human love a shifter and the other way round? Or is it…would they be too…different?”

  “I’m not sure if that’s a yes or a no,” said Danny. His hand slid along her spine then over her right cheek.

  She took in a breath, loving the heady scent of their combined aromas. They smelled like real men, yet were they animals? Her body answered in the only way it could.

  It doesn’t matter.

  “Which is it, darlin’? Could you love a shifter or not?” Shane’s hand cupped her butt cheek.

  Jason found her breast, his gaze still locked to hers. “Could you, sugar?”

  She bit her lower lip, saw him watching the gesture, then bit it again to see amber flecks burst to life in his eyes. Hadn’t Bree said something about amber in shifters’ eyes?

  Holy hell. They are. They have to be.

  “Answer,” demanded Danny.

  “Yes,” she whispered. “I think I could.”

  “That’s all we needed to know.”

  “Does that mean you’re shifters? Are you? Please, tell me—”

  Yet before she could finish the sentence, Jason crushed his mouth to hers.

  She was swept off her feet as he lifted her into the air. Without thinking, she wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck.

  He was a powerful man, and his kiss showed every bit of that. He held her under her arms as though she was as light as a child. His tongue swept into her mouth, toying with her tongue, only to dash away and let the nibbles on her lower lip take over.

  So he did like me biting my lower lip.

  She smiled into the kiss then startled when hands began slipping over her body, undoing buttons, releasing clasps and then tugging on her clothes. The how of her being disrobed didn’t matter. Soon enough, her clothes were gone.

  This is happening. This is really happening.

  She should stop. Her logical mind told her to stop. Yet, every other aspect of her being said to keep going. To let them do whatever they wanted to her. With her.

  She heard their murmurs of affection, of adoration. She took it all in, yet who cared what words they spoke? The feeling, the emotion behind each one was what sped her own emotions, her own feelings.

  I need them. I’ve always needed them.

  As though she’d subconsciously known they existed, yet had never believed she’d find them.

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sp; Jason moved, his brothers backing away. Still, he kissed her, keeping her attention locked to him even when the sounds of things crashing to the floor erupted behind her.

  Jason ended the kiss as he lowered her to the table, her back against the rough-hewn wood. He took her arms from his neck and straightened up. Amber dotted his eyes.

  She looked to first Danny then Shane. Amber was in their eyes, too.

  She tried asking again, even though the answer no longer matter. At least, not yet. Not then. “Are you—”

  “Hush, darlin’. Just lie back and let us treasure you,” said Shane. He tugged off his T-shirt and tossed it away.

  For a moment, she was certain she was staring at a mountain. Until the mountain moved as Shane flexed his pecs. He cupped a breast, gave her an intense look of hunger, then bent and took her nipple between his teeth.

  She cried out and reached for the other men. Danny, his shirt now gone, worked on getting his belt buckle undone then jerked his belt away. Taking her other breast in hand, he teased her nipple, pinching, twisting, giving her delicious stabs of agony-turned-pleasure.

  “Hang on, sugar. I need a taste of you.”

  She hadn’t realized her panties were gone along with the rest of her clothes until Jason lowered his body, spread her legs, and put his mouth to her hot, wet pussy. Taking hold of Danny’s and Shane’s arms, she held on and sucked in a long breath.

  “Oh God, yes.”

  Jason was a master with his tongue. Over and over, he swept it against her clit. Around and around, he flicked his tongue, teasing her until he finally put his mouth to her clit and sucked—hard. She let out a moan and dug her fingers into the men’s flesh.

  Her body whipped into a frenzy with incredible speed. She no longer had any control over her feelings, the sensations now driving her. She moaned louder now, her legs hooked over Jason’s shoulders.

  He was her man. Perhaps her shifter. But most definitely her lover.

  Taking her under the butt cheeks, he pulled her closer. His assault grew stronger as he lapped her up then sucked on her clit, driving her closer to the edge. She clung to the other men desperately as they fondled her breasts and slid their hands along her body.

  Oh god oh god oh god.

  If she didn’t climax soon, she’d break apart.

  But Jason showed no signs of turning her free. Instead, he renewed his command of her pussy, spreading her pussy folds wider. First one, then two fingers dove into her welcoming snatch, pumping her, grazing over her special spot, only to dance away before she exploded.

  “You’re a fucking hot woman.” Stark need filled Shane’s expression. “Let him eat you up, darlin’. When he’s done, I want you to do the same to my cock.”

  She moaned, trying to tell him she couldn’t wait to take his dripping cock into her mouth. Until then, she could take it and get it even more ready. She wrapped her hand around his length and was thrilled to earn a moan from him. “Give it to me now.”

  He did, pushing against the edge of the table to lean his body forward. “Sure thing, darlin’.”

  She kept her attention on his face, opened her mouth wide, and then slipped his cock inside. His flavor burst apart, spreading over her tongue and down her throat.

  Jason paused and wiped his mouth. “Are you ready to let go, Winnie?”

  She couldn’t speak even if she’d wanted to turn Shane’s cock free. She sensed she didn’t have to, anyway.

  Jason went back to work on her pussy. His tongue speared her cave as his thumbs worked her clit. Faster, then slower, then faster again. Probing, then sucking, then probing again. His tongue and his fingers worked in unison.

  I can’t breathe.

  Yet, she’d be damned before she turned Shane’s cock free. If she died right then and there, she’d be grateful to have enjoyed them.

  The orgasm ripped through her. Her shout flooded over Shane’s cock. As Shane clutched a hunk of her hair and thrust his cock deeper into her mouth, Jason stood, lifted her legs back to his shoulders and plunged his cock into her pussy.

  She screamed, uncaring if anyone, including Bree, happened to hear.

  Over and over, Jason slammed into her. His cock stretched her pussy walls to their limit, the depth to its farthest reach. His legs, sweat slapping against her butt cheeks, made a sexy sound, accompanying his panting.

  Amazingly, impossibly, she erupted again, the second orgasm storming through as the first had begun to wane.

  “Easy, darlin’. Watch the teeth.”

  She answered by hollowing her cheeks as much as she could around Shane’s cock. Her body slipped back and forth over the table as both men gave her their cocks.

  Jason stilled suddenly then reached across the table and shoved Shane away from her. “I have to see her face. Look at me, sugar.”

  She did, hearing Shane’s complaints, yet ignoring them. Instead, she met Jason’s amber-flecked gaze and was suddenly lost in what she saw there.

  Hunger.

  Need.

  Wildness.

  Adoration.

  And maybe even more.

  Jason plunged into her again, more forceful than she could’ve ever imagined. When at last he broke his gaze from hers, he held back his head and let out a roar. Quick thrusts slammed into her to punctuate his bursts of release. Warmth coursed into her, and instead of worrying what might happen with his seed implanted in her, she clamped her pussy walls tighter, wanting to do hold both his cock and his cum inside her pussy.

  His body began to shudder moments before he fell away from the table. She tried to see where he’d gone, but Danny quickly took Jason’s place. Smiling, he took hold of her legs, positioned his cock to her pussy, then thrust it inside.

  She screamed at the intrusion, but not because she didn’t want it. She more than wanted him to fuck her. She needed him to fuck her.

  Danny’s cock was as long and thick as Jason’s. And Danny was as good at working it as his brother, too.

  Long, hard plunges. Deep thrusts. Friction heating her pussy into an inferno.

  She cried out again as he drove into her even harder.

  “Don’t forget about me, darlin’.” Shane offered his cock back to her.

  But, instead of taking his cock again, she shook her head. Barely able to speak, she said, “No. I want you to fuck me. Now.”

  Shane grinned. “You heard her, brother. She wants the best of us now.”

  “Fuck you.” Danny thrust into her again, one hand holding her hip, the other gripping her breast. “I was here first.”

  “Well, technically, bro, you weren’t.” Jason, his jeans back on, pulled up a chair. His hungry look wasn’t as intense as before, but the need was still there as he watched his brothers take her.

  Did they like to watch each other? She hoped so. She’d never experienced multiple sex before, and seeing them watch each other was erotic.

  Danny chuckled then pulled out. “Fine. I’ll let you have her. For now. But don’t get possessive, man.”

  She put a foot against Danny’s chest. “I’m not a possession. Not now. Not ever. Remember that.”

  A hurt look made his face seem almost boyish. “Hell, no, you’re not. That’s not what I meant at all. But any sane man is going to want you. Not as a possession, but as his woman. And I, doll, am a very sane man.”

  Shane pulled up another chair and, taking her along with him, sat. “We’ll never treat you any less than what you are, darlin’. A perfect, wonderful woman. One to be treated with respect and loyalty.”

  She couldn’t answer. What could she have said in return that would’ve been as sweet? Instead, she landed on top of his crotch and, while keeping her gaze glued to Shane’s, lifted up just far enough for him to slip his cock, slickened by her tongue, into her pussy. She gasped as his length, aided by their positions, drove deep inside her.

  “Lean forward, doll. I need some leverage.” Danny eased behind her, his hand clutching a hunk of her hair as he moved between Shane’s spr
ead legs. He put his cock to her ass and teased the tight rings of her asshole, inching forward into her, then retreating, only to inch forward again.

  She rode Shane, arching her back to give him her breasts one at a time then pushed together so he could take both nipples into his mouth. Back and forth, rocking, she rode him. She held back her head as Danny slicked his tongue along her neck.

  “Don’t worry, Winnie. Taking you from behind won’t hurt with me. Trust me on this. It’s our way.”

  She trusted him. She trusted all of them.

  But what did he mean by “our way”? The thought, however, was lost as soon as it had come. Thinking and remembering were difficult things to do with them caressing her, plunging deeply into her.

  He entered her, slowly pushing his cock into her dark hole. Her body resisted then gave way as though it had always known it belonged to him.

  Perspiration slickened her body and met theirs. As they rocked together, their cocks filling her, she closed her eyes and vowed she’d remember every sensation, every aroma, every touch. Remembering her thoughts wasn’t possible. All thought had given way to pure emotion.

  The three of them moved as one, even moaned as one. Every so often, she would glance over at Jason and be thrilled that he was watching. His hand worked his cock, bringing it back to life.

  The storms that had struck her before spun again, filling her. Her body sizzled, every nerve ending sensitized to the touch of their hands, the swipe of their tongues.

  She wanted to hold out longer, knowing the biggest climax of all was heading her way. But she wasn’t that strong. What woman was? She was doing her best to keep up with them.

  When it hit her, she screamed yet again. But her scream this time was joined by deeper, more guttural sounds as Danny, Shane, and even Jason voiced their releases. Hot seed poured into her as she turned her gaze to Jason and saw his climax burst free.

  As they’d done with the sex, their bodies shuddered through the aftermaths of their orgasms. Her arms, her legs weakened until she could no longer remain upright. Sensing she was weak, Danny picked her up, cradling her in his arms and took her to her bed.