by Celia Kyle
He hadn’t even buried himself inside her yet, hadn’t yet felt the sweet, warm heat of her tight core, hadn’t clamped his teeth on her neck to claim her, yet he knew in his heart he never wanted to be with any other woman again. Nothing and no one had ever left him feeling so complete, so happy.
Holding on to the full roundness facing him, he leaned down low, nipping and licking until she moaned again and her body jerked. Easing her legs farther apart, he used his fingers to tease her entrance, to ready her for him. The last remains of her previous orgasm caused her inner walls to clench around his fingers, but the moment he felt the tension growing inside her, he knew she was ready.
Positioning himself behind her, he took one last moment to memorize the view. Amy on her hands and knees, wet and moaning with need for him. For them.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” he muttered before gripping his shaft and grazing the head along the seam running from her clit to her tight, pink asshole and back again.
Amy whimpered and arched her back, silently begging him to take her. He wanted to demand her to beg him for his cock, to torture her just a little more, but then he decided it would be rude to ask her to talk with a full mouth. Reaching under her, he stroked her as he pressed the head into her entrance, little by little, easing into her and drawing out the pleasure for both of them. When he was fully seated inside her, they all groaned in turn—first Tahvo, then Amy, then Shon.
“Oh fuck,” Shon panted as he buried his fingers in her hair. “I think she likes that.”
Slowly, so painfully slowly, Tahvo pulled back until just the tip remained safe and warm inside her. “If she likes that, let’s see what she thinks of this.”
Without warning, Tahvo thrust so hard, so deep that his balls slapped against her. And again. And again. Moving his hand to the small of her back to steady her, he pounded into her relentlessly. And she met every thrust with her own until their bodies all rocked together as one. He couldn’t get enough of her. So warm, so wet.
Dipping his thumb into her wetness, he skimmed it across the tight pucker of her ass. She gasped and tensed but then relaxed against the light pressure. Slowly, gently, he teased her, stroking up and down and in circles, all in the same rhythm of his thrusts.
Amy’s moans grew louder and Shon swore under his breath, but Tahvo was focused on a single goal—giving Amy the best orgasm of her life. Only when he thought she might go insane from frustration did he press into her. It didn’t take much before Amy bucked against him wildly.
Shon pulled back, sweating and panting like a man about to lose it, which allowed Amy to voice her true pleasure. Throwing her head back, she screamed Tahvo’s name at the ceiling, all while his thumb matched the beat of his cock slamming into her. Her walls tightened around him, squeezing him almost to the point of pain. Reaching under her again with his other hand, Tahvo gave her clit one small stroke and she exploded.
Clenching hard around him, Amy collapsed into a cushion, but never stopped matching his thrusts. Tahvo’s fangs elongated as he spiraled into ecstasy, his entire body contracting into a small, dense ball of energy until his orgasm ripped through him. Lunging forward, he sank his fangs deep into her shoulder, barely aware of Amy’s scream of pain mixed with pleasure.
Teeth still embedded in her shoulder, Tahvo wrapped his arms around her and rocked backward until she sat upright on his lap. Her body sagged like a rag doll, limp and pliable, but her orgasm still pulsed around his cock, drawing every ounce of milk from him.
His mating bite had joined them for eternity, and an incredible sense of peace washed over him at the knowledge. He could have stayed that way for the rest of the day, holding his mate, loving her, but that wouldn’t be fair to her or his brother. And more than anything else in the world, Tahvo wanted them both to be happy.
Chapter 15
Shon watched as Amy’s body pulsed as she came, her back arching as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over her. The sight alone was enough to make him grip his cock hard, stroking his length firmly with every little shiver and shake of her luscious curves. After feeling her sweet lips wrapped around him, he knew that would never be enough again. He had to claim her for his own, just as his brother had.
When Tahvo glanced up at him and nodded, Shon pulled Amy from his brother’s lap and carried her to the big bed in the middle of the room. She wrapped her weak arms around his neck and tucked her head into his neck in a way that gripped his heart. He supported the back of her head as he laid her down, only momentarily concerned about the glassy, sated expression in her eyes. She’d be begging for it soon enough, that much he knew.
“Shon,” she whispered, as if she were dreaming.
“That’s right, beautiful,” he murmured in her ear as he eased himself onto the bed next to her. “Shon’s here.”
Her fumbling fingers found his cock and began stroking him. Slowly at first, but then quickly picking up speed. When she started scooting down the bed, he was tempted to let her finish him off with her mouth. It would just be so easy to close his eyes and revel in every little vibration her moans made against him, savor how her tongue flicked around the tip like she was lapping at an ice cream cone on a hot summer day—greedily, hungrily.
But he wanted more.
As he pulled her back up the bed, she protested feebly. “I want to taste you again,” she whined.
“Not this time, baby,” he said.
He found her mouth again and prized her lips apart with his tongue, just enough to explore the velvety depths of her mouth. Her tongue entwined with his, daring him to go deeper, to push their kiss to the limits. His heart pounded in his chest as he cupped her cheek, as if she was the most fragile work of art. To him, she was.
He peppered kisses along the curve of her jaw until he found the shell of her ear and exhaled a warm breath just for her. Shivers pebbled her nipples and she sighed his name. Shon nibbled gently until she writhed next to him, her fingers clutching at his wrist and holding on tight.
“Tell me how much you want me, Amy,” he whispered into her ear, loving the way her body shuddered in response.
“I do,” she said breathlessly. “I want you so much, Shon.”
He loved the way she said his name. Anyone else might not notice the special inflection, but he did. Every time it tripped off her lips, his cock grew harder, demanding he take action. But instead of obeying a body part, he took a deep breath and focused on loving her rounded curves and soft stomach.
“Shon,” she moaned again.
He couldn’t help it. He had to grip his cock to hold himself back from an all-consuming need to bury himself so deeply inside her that he lost himself completely. Once he was back under control, he kissed his way to her breasts. He hadn’t been jealous earlier when Tahvo had ravaged them, but he couldn’t wait for his turn. He lavished them with kisses, pausing only to take her rosy peaks into his mouth and suckle them until she cried out.
“Oh, Shon!”
The bed sunk under Tahvo’s weight as he positioned himself on her other side. While Shon continued teasing Amy’s breasts, Tahvo claimed her mouth with a searing kiss. She reached one hand up to Tahvo’s face, while the other buried itself in Shon’s hair.
Shon nipped lightly, then a little harder, then so hard he worried he might have hurt her. If he had, she certainly didn’t show it. Her grip on his hair grew tighter as he sucked on her, until finally releasing her with a pop! She gasped, but Tahvo’s mouth absorbed the sound.
Moving down the plane of her tummy, Shon kissed and licked every inch of skin he could reach. His hands roamed freely, from her breasts to her knees, and everywhere in between. Still, her fingers remained clenched in his hair. She doesn’t want to let me go, he thought, his heart swelling.
Shimmying between her legs, he held them open with his hands as he breathed her in. Sex, strong and pungent and spicy, clung to her and Shon nearly lost control of himself over it. His panther clawed to be released so they could claim their mate, but Shon wouldn
’t be rushed.
He explored her creamy folds, dipping his fingers in her and curling them up to find that elusive sensitive spot inside. When her body lurched and she tightened her grip on him, he knew he’d found it. Steadily, he massaged the spot, eliciting more moans from her, until she released him to fist the blankets they lay upon.
Moving his slick fingers a little lower, he pressed one into her tight pucker, wanting to feel what Tahvo had earlier. She clenched around his finger so tightly he thought she might break it off.
“Oh God!” she cried, breaking her kiss with Tahvo, who started kissing her neck. “Oh God, Shon!”
“That’s right, baby,” he soothed, smiling as he continued torturing her and himself.
If she thought this teasing was torment for her, she had no idea what it felt like to be a man. To look at her curves, to feel her luscious skin, to smell her desire pouring off her in waves, but to force yourself to wait all the same. To feel the orgasm within reach and hold it back, knowing that so much more waited for you if you could simply ignore your baser instincts.
With a shuddering breath, Shon allowed his finger to slide free. Then he moved to a kneeling position. Amy whimpered as she waited for him to take her, even raising her hips a little for him. So delicious, so tempting!
But instead of plunging into her until he couldn’t tell where she began and he ended, he threw one of her legs over his shoulder. She blinked in surprise but then pushed toward him, begging him to fill her. She needn’t have worried—he had every intention to.
Grabbing her hips, he propped her other leg on his shoulder opposite the first and slid a pillow under her lower back for support. He let his hands skim across the creamy skin of her hips and up her legs, kissing the inside of one knee before allowing himself the pleasure of meeting her needy gaze.
“You ready?” he asked so softly even he barely heard the words.
“Yes,” she panted, staring at him intently. “Please, Shon.”
He almost lost it, but he gripped himself tightly to stave off the tightness low in his belly. Taking a steadying breath, he slowly rolled the head of his cock up and down her slickness. She arched into him and he could no longer hold back. In one swift move, he plunged into her all the way to the hilt. Together they shouted each other’s name while they waited for the initial shock of pleasure to subside.
Once it past, Shon pulled out of her, his cock glistening between them. She raised her hips to accept him again, giving him the access he wanted. Holding his shaft, he slid the tip lower, just a little, but enough to make her eyes pop open wide. Pressing against the tightness, he felt her tense up.
Tahvo must have sensed it as well because he turned her face to his and kissed her deeply, gently. She froze for a moment and then visibly relaxed against Tahvo. Shon felt the moment when her entire body relaxed, and he applied more pressure.
Slowly, so slowly, she opened to him. When he felt her tensing, he waited for Tahvo to relax her again with gentle strokes and kisses. Inch by agonizing inch, Shon pushed inside. She was so warm, so tight. Even the slightest twitch threatened to drive him to the brink, but as she moaned and allowed him deeper, he smiled down at her. He wasn’t the only one who needed this. She needed it too. Needed him.
When he’d seated himself fully inside her, he paused to catch his breath, and to make sure she was okay. She and Tahvo were in the throes of the most passionate kiss, and clearly she was in no discomfort. Her legs trembled as he withdrew, and she fisted the blankets again, moaning into Tahvo’s mouth.
Encouraged and nearly insane with need, Shon held on to her hips and pushed into her faster this time. She gasped and threw her head back. “Don’t stop, Shon! Never stop!”
Unable to hold back any longer, he dug his fingers into her flesh and pulled her to him as he thrust into her, harder every time until he found his rhythm. Tahvo’s hand snaked down her tummy to thrum at her clit, turning her into a wild animal. She whipped her head back and forth against the pillows and scratched at them both, just like a wild cat.
This was it—she was it. Everything he’d never known he wanted or needed, lying beneath him, screaming his name. He was the luckiest man in the world to find such a woman. Maybe the second luckiest. All he knew was that he was desperately in love with her and always would be.
Words lost all meaning, and likely none of them could find them anyway. So when Amy caught Shon with her wide, frantic eyes, and her mouth hung open in a big O, he knew she was about to come. He wouldn’t let up. He needed to eke out every ounce of pleasure from her possible before taking his own.
Little squeaks of pleasure punctuated the heated panting in the room until her body tensed so tightly she reared back so far that she raised herself off the bed. The tightness nearly finished him. He just had to hold on for a few more seconds. Then she was screaming and thrashing against him, pulsing around him, milking him, and he could no longer hold back his panther—or himself.
Gathering her up, he pulled her upright so she straddled him, and still she bucked against him frantically. Then sweet release took him and he buried his fangs into her other shoulder as he pumped her full of his seed. The world tilted on its axis and his panther screamed with joy at finding their mate, and then he was falling. The tight ball of tension in his stomach loosened and spread through is body, leaving only radiant bliss in its wake. And still Amy came, her orgasm stretching out to the end of the universe as she worked him until he was spent.
When she finally fell limp in his arms, they collapsed onto the pillows, all three a tangle of slick arms and legs, entwined as sleep claimed them.
Chapter 16
A faint buzzing sound woke Amy from the most peaceful sleep she’d ever experienced. She didn’t want to wake up, but the sound nagged at her like a pesky fly until she lay there fully alert. For a moment she didn’t know where she was, but then it all came flooding back, which sent heat to her cheeks.
Shon and Tahvo lay snuggled up on either side of her, the hard planes of their bodies flush with her curves. The warmth of their breath fanning against her breasts and the nape of her neck just made her want to snuggle deeper under the covers with them and drift back into blissful, filthy dreams.
Not wanting to disturb the twins, she let the call go to voicemail and allowed her mind to relive what they’d done to her the night before. The way they’d caressed her, teased her, loved her. She’d given as good as she got, delighting in every thrust, quake and quiver. Just thinking of it all made her squirm.
Behind her, Tahvo’s cock hardened in his sleep. Without thinking, she ground into him, only aware of the need that already raced inside her heated veins.
Sighing happily, Tahvo kissed the back of her neck as his fingers traced along her spine, her hip, and around until he found home. She parted her legs for him, granting him access so he could caress and tease the spot that already throbbed. Reaching one arm back, she held onto his ass while he played her pussy like an instrument.
“Good morning,” he whispered in her ear as he nibbled on it.
Before she could respond, warm luscious lips silenced her, and Shon pressed his own erection against her belly, urging her to kiss him deeper, to explore his mouth with all the ferocity that was quickly overtaking her. She moaned against his touch, sweeping her tongue out to dance with his. But just as his fingers found her nipple, her phone started buzzing again.
“What’s that?” Tahvo murmured.
“Who cares?” Shon said against her mouth.
“It’s my phone,” she said, trying to pull away, but the boys pulled her back.
“Ignore it,” Shon insisted.
With more force, she sat up. “I did that once already. If they’re calling back already, it must be important.”
Shon and Tahvo moaned in protest but allowed her to scramble across the wide bed to the side table that held her buzzing phone.
“Hello?” she said, but before the person on the other end could respond, two sets of hands were
pulling her back onto the pillows.
She tried swatting them away, but she only had two hands and they had four. The one downside to having two lovers, she supposed. They were also making it very difficult for her to focus on the voice coming from the phone.
“I’m sorry, say again?” she said, cramming a finger into her open ear.
“Dr. Sullivan?” It was her assistant at PCA and he sounded stressed.
“Peter?” Amy choked out his name as Shon’s mouth closed around her nipple and began batting his tongue over her sensitive skin.
“Are you okay, Dr. Sullivan?” Peter asked. “You sound…different.”
Amy cleared her throat as Tahvo found her clit again and started rolling his thumb over it in pace with Shon’s licks.
“Fine. What’s up?” She barely managed to spit out the words without moaning.
“Dr. Hanover came down with the flu this morning, and with you in Adikar, that leaves us short-staffed. How do you want me to proceed?”
Peter probably thought her grunt had to do with personnel issues, but it was purely in response to Shon sucking her tip to the point of pain. Desperate to end the call before her mind short-circuited, she answered in a rush of breath.
“Just call me with any emergencies that come up.”
She didn’t bother to say goodbye before hanging upon Peter and flinging the phone in the direction of the side table. He could deal with the small stuff…probably. All she cared about right now was making love to Shon and Tahvo again, this time without the wine to loosen her inhibitions. She was loose as a goose already.
Shon moved up to crush her lips with his, their tongues meeting in a passionate dance. Her breath caught when Tahvo whispered in her ear.