Falke’s Peak pn-1

by Anna Leigh Keaton

  Gunnar held her the same way on her other side. She eased her arms around them, holding them close to her.

  A good sign, Gunnar thought.

  “I just needed a getaway…and a vacation fling. I haven’t had much to do with men since…well, for a few years.”

  Axel slowly leaned forward, brushing his lips over hers. “Your getaway isn’t over. We’re not going anywhere for a while. And now that you know you’ve already been with both of us…” Axel kissed her deep, and she moaned. Gunnar’s lust came back full force.

  She wasn’t denying what Axel said. Would she…could she?

  When Axel lifted his head, Gunnar didn’t let her stop to think. He swooped in and kissed her hard, thrusting his tongue into her soft, moist mouth, stroking her tongue with his.

  While he still kissed her, Axel whispered, “Let us give you something to remember, Dakota. If all you want is some hot memories of your vacation, take a chance and see what it’s like to be with two men at once. Two men who want to worship your body.”

  They were making it hard for her to think straight.

  Dakota’s body tried answering for her. The two men kissed so differently from each other, it excited her. If Gunnar was as enthusiastic as he’d been the first time, and if Axel was as thorough as he’d been every time, the thought of both of them worshiping her body made her tingle all over.

  But this was so…

  “Don’t think about it,” Axel said, as if he’d read her thoughts. Thank God she knew he couldn’t. She’d revealed enough to Gunnar when he was a cat. “Just accept us. Right now. Don’t think about yesterday or tomorrow. Let’s just stay in this moment.”

  A moan slipped out of her, and she gripped the backs of both men when Gunnar grazed his tongue along the roof of her mouth. She never knew that part of her body could be an erogenous zone.

  Gunnar broke the kiss and met her gaze through the darkened area of the kitchen where they stood. Her body trembled, her pulse hot and hard in her pussy.

  She turned her head slightly and looked into Axel’s eyes. Yes, these men looked similar, and she could see how she’d mistaken Gunnar for Axel that first time when all she could think about was the lust searing her body and making her brain into mush, but with them standing practically shoulder-to-shoulder, she saw the subtle differences. Axel’s eyes were just a shade darker, his hair a tiny bit longer.

  “Don’t worry, honey. We’ll take every precaution.”

  Axel touched her cheek with his palm, and she leaned into him, closing her eyes.

  What did she have to lose if she said no? Except fulfilling every heterosexual woman’s fantasy of being devoured by two gorgeous, attentive men?

  A slow smile curved her lips as she made her decision. Dakota trusted these two with her life, and they’d saved her. Twice. Opening her eyes and looking back and forth between them, she said, “Okay.”

  After a brief moment of dead silence, Axel laughed and pressed his mouth to hers, while Gunnar seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and leaned in to nibble that oh-so-sensitive spot behind her ear.

  She closed her eyes and leaned her head back, accepting Axel’s tongue when he teased her lips apart, and giving better access to Gunnar who nibbled her neck, sending tingles racing down her arms and straight to her pussy.

  Hands seemed to be everywhere. Holding her against their bodies, touching, rubbing, petting her back, her sides, her hips. It was good. So damn good.

  And they were all fully clothed. She couldn’t wait to see what it would be like once they were naked.

  One hand—Axel’s she thought—slipped under her sweatshirt and skimmed up over her belly to cup her breast. Even through her bra, her nipple puckered at the light friction of his palm.

  Another hand—Gunnar’s maybe—slipped down, and his fingers plucked at the button on her jeans.

  Her pussy clenched, and she clung to the men. One hand in Axel’s hair as he kissed her so deep, with so much passion. The other on Gunnar’s shoulder, her nails digging into his sweater so she could keep her balance.

  But maybe she didn’t want to keep her balance. She wanted to fall—if only this once—into the bliss these two promised.

  Her zipper opened, the sound barely audible beyond her heavy breathing. She moaned into Axel’s mouth when Gunnar’s warm, callused palm slipped into her jeans. His talented fingers skimmed over her mound then pressed against her, teasing her clit in a frustratingly erotic way.

  Gunnar dipped his tongue in her ear then whispered, “Already hot. And so wet.” His breath sent another rush of lust and warmth sparking through her.

  “I’m going to taste you.”

  She whimpered and jerked her mouth from Axel’s, turned her head, and pressed her lips against Gunnar’s.

  He stabbed his tongue into her mouth at the same moment his fingers slid between her pussy lips and teased her clit. A strangled cry ripped from her mouth, but he swallowed most of the sound. Her hips bucked against his hand. When Axel pinched her nipple, she almost came.

  “So fucking responsive,” Axel murmured against her ear.

  She couldn’t ever remember being this reactive in her life. These two did something to her. Sexual chemistry at its finest. Maybe they had some special shifter prowess, or maybe some spectacular pheromones normal human men didn’t possess.

  Whatever it was, she didn’t want it to end.

  In one swift motion, Gunnar released her mouth and Axel swept her sweatshirt over her head, barely giving her time to raise her arms. Gunnar went down on his knees in front of her, and Axel tongued her nipple through her bra.

  She gripped the back of Axel’s head, pressing his face to her chest. Thank God for the counter behind her, because she feared that was the only thing still holding her upright. Her jeans slid down her legs. Her bra cups were pulled down. Then mouths. On her breasts, her pussy. “Oh, God!” she cried as her knees turned to jelly.

  Axel wrapped his arms around her waist and held her upright, while Gunnar shoved her thighs farther apart—as far as they’d go with her ankles trapped in her jeans—and speared his tongue deep into her cunt.

  Axel suckled, nipped, laved, made love to her breasts with his mouth.

  Dakota couldn’t breathe. All she seemed able to do was feel. They held her up, held her open. And when one of Axel’s hands slid down over her butt cheek and squeezed, she thought she’d died and gone to heaven.

  Then he pressed against her anus with a fingertip and suckled hard on her right nipple. She tumbled over the edge, gasping and crying out as the orgasm hit with the force of an avalanche.

  Her legs gave out then, but they held her upright still. Axel’s strong arm held firm around her waist.

  Gunnar’s hands supported her hips.

  She bucked against Gunnar’s mouth, and he kept up the exquisite torture, his tongue flicking her clit with rapid strokes, prolonging the amazing orgasm longer than she thought possible.

  When Dakota thought she couldn’t possibly take any more, Axel moved from her breast and kissed her chin, her cheek, then her lips, before he whispered, “You can come again.” He pressed his finger into her anus at the same time Gunnar suckled her clit hard.

  The next bolt of lightning struck so hard she saw stars behind her tightly squeezed eyelids. Heat flooded her, made her tingle from scalp to toes. Her mind went blank to everything but the pleasure coursing through her, pulsing with each hard beat of her heart.

  Chapter Seven

  One second Dakota was in the kitchen, up against the counter. The next she was on the blanket in front of the fire with two naked men. She wasn’t sure how she got there. One of them had carried her, she was sure, but she couldn’t say who had been the one.

  Axel lay on her right side, closest to the fire, while Gunnar lay on her left. Their mouths and hands skimmed over her body, never letting the slow burn of arousal wane. Her breasts were never left unattended, nor was her pussy. Someone’s fingers teased her clit and slowly pumped into her pussy
, but she didn’t have the energy to look up and see who.

  Gunnar suckled her breasts as if he’d die without them. Axel nibbled on her shoulder, her belly, moving, always moving, keeping her unbalanced. Which was okay, because she was flat on her back. She didn’t need her balance.

  And she damn sure didn’t want him—want them-to stop.

  Dakota closed her eyes again and spread her legs wide, letting them know she was ready for more-more of whatever they wanted to give, to take. She was theirs for this moment, and having already experienced the most outstanding orgasms of her life with these two, she desperately wanted—no, needed-more. So much more. She wanted it all.

  Gunnar moved, cool air brushing against her side when his body separated from hers. She opened her eyes and watched him. He went on his knees near her head, his cock long, thick and gorgeously hard. He wrapped his hand around the base of his shaft and came toward her with it.

  She grinned as a deliciously wicked sensation zinged through her, and she opened her mouth for him.

  Tangy. Sweet. She took him as deep as she could, gently suckling, and was rewarded with a soft male purr of satisfaction.

  After donning a condom, Axel moved too, on his knees between her thighs, which he lifted and laid over his own, raising her ass off the floor just a bit. The tip of his cock teased her pussy, and she quivered all over in anticipation of him entering her.

  Just as Gunnar withdrew and slid back into her mouth with a shallow thrust, Axel speared her with his thick cock. Her eyes widened, and she grunted around Gunnar’s dick.

  “Take it all,” Gunnar said, his voice low and rough.

  “You can, sugar. We want everything you have to give.”

  “Oh, fuck,” Axel whispered. “She’s so slick.” He withdrew and thrust again.

  Dakota moaned as Axel’s cock slid so smoothly into her, so deep. She barely had enough concentration to focus on Gunnar, but she managed to tease his cock with her tongue, stroking under the head, and then very lightly skimmed her teeth over him as he started to withdraw.

  He hissed and jerked, then pushed deeper into her mouth on the next small thrust.

  She swallowed and sucked hard on his length.

  “That’s it.” He buried his fingers in her hair and held her head still. “Yeah.”

  Axel lifted her hips higher, holding her ass suspended in the air as if she weighed nothing, and slammed into her so hard, she slid back an inch on the blanket. She raised her legs and rested her ankles on his shoulders.

  “Perfect,” Axel said, but his voice was strained, tight, and when she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, his face was flushed, his teeth gritted in a grimace of erotic agony.

  The sight of him that way, so restrained, notched up her lust, and she gripped Gunnar’s cock in one hand, urging him closer until he fell forward, his hands on the floor on the other side of her head, his rippled abs right in her face.

  She sucked him hard, pumping him with her hand in the same rhythm that Axel stroked into her. On each deep thrust from Axel, he bumped her G-spot at just that right angle, and she knew this wouldn’t last long.

  Gunnar grunted, groaned and seemed to be fighting a need to fuck her face by restraining almost all movement—his and hers. “Oh, fuck…Dakota…” His plea came out husky, almost breathless.

  She worked harder to make him lose control by cupping his balls in her hand and lightly tugging them as she sucked, licked, and swallowed his cock.

  The sounds they made, low and guttural, purely primal, pushed her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. She thrust her hips in time to Axel’s. And when he lifted her ass just a bit higher, when the pressure on her G-spot became more pronounced, she moaned, she bucked. She sucked Gunnar’s cock harder.

  “Axel,” Gunnar gritted out in an urgent growl. Axel reached under her and pressed a finger into her anus.

  She tensed, her eyes wide, every muscle in her body tightening. She groaned, the sound vibrating around Gunnar’s cock.

  And then it was like magic.

  Gunnar and Axel shouted in unison. Hot, tangy semen spurted into her mouth. She struggled to swallow every drop.

  Axel quit moving except for the orgasmic pulse of his cock inside her pussy. In the next heartbeat, he pressed that finger deeper into her ass and pinched her clit at the same time. She fisted Gunnar and screamed as everything she ever thought she knew about sex flew out into the snow and she came so hard she was sure she’d die before it ended.

  * * *

  With no daylight filtering through the mountain of snow under which the cabin lay, it was impossible to determine the time. Axel’s left arm, the one with his watch around it, was firmly trapped under a sleeping Dakota.

  You awake? Gunnar asked through their telepathic connection.

  Maybe. Time?

  Gunnar silently chuckled. Sorry, I might wear the collar as a cat, but I haven’t gotten the whole wristwatch thing down yet.

  Smartass. Axel grinned. He was physically drained, willing to stay right here with Dakota and Gunnar, curled up with her warm, lithe body pressed between them. He yawned and let his eyes drift shut. What did time matter anyway? Everything was good right here.

  I wasn’t sure what it would be like, Gunnar said.

  Axel frowned. What what would be like? He wanted to drift back to sleep, but his brother was obviously feeling talkative.

  Sharing. Being together with one woman. Over the years I’ve often wondered if we could really do it.

  You mean, if you could actually do it, Axel said, then yawned again. I knew when the right woman came along, everything would work out. Just didn’t think it would be quite this soon, is all.

  All the jealousy went away. It felt right.

  It was right, brother. Shut up and go back to sleep.

  The fire’s dying down. I think I’ll stoke it and put on some water to heat for Dakota when she wakes up.

  Okay. You do that.

  When Gunnar moved away from the other side of Dakota, she made a soft sound of displeasure then snuggled up closer to Axel. He wrapped his arms around her and tucked her head beneath his chin.

  “Where’d he go?” she muttered against his chest.

  “I’m right here, sweetheart. Just checking the fire.”

  She pulled back a little and looked up. “Mmm.

  Nice view,” she said with a soft smile curving her lips.

  Axel turned his head to see what she meant and was greeted by his brother’s bare ass not far from his face.

  Dakota giggled when Axel made a face and turned back toward her.

  “Well, I like it.” She flopped over onto her back and pulled the blanket up to her neck. The move wasn’t one of modesty, Axel realized, when she tugged the blanket enough that it exposed his backside to the cool air of the cabin.

  Underneath the cover, he skimmed his hand up her belly and cupped her breast. She gave a soft moan and closed her eyes. Her pretty lips parted slightly. He was just leaning down to kiss her when she said, “There’s seven of you, right? Six brothers and Heidi?”

  Axel sighed and propped his head on his other hand. Time to talk, not kiss. “Mmm-hmm.” But he couldn’t take his hand from her softly firm breast, especially when her nipple tightened ever so slightly at his touch.

  “And you, uh…how many of you were born at the same time? You all looked so alike. Are you…did your mother have all of you at once?”

  Gunnar moved to the couch, where they’d dropped their clothes earlier, and pulled on a pair of jeans. “No.

  There were quadruplets first. Then triplets. Heidi is the youngest, born with Sindre and Torsten.”

  “And that’s normal for you? So many children born at once?”

  “Yes. Between two and four babies per litter,” Axel said.

  “You’re born babies…not kittens?”

  He chuckled. Her gaze told him she worried she might offend them, but he wasn’t surprised by her curiosity. It was a valid question for those un
familiar with shifters, which of course accounted for most of the human race. “We don’t reach our catamount maturity until puberty, so we can’t shift until then.

  We’re normal little kids, human in all regards save one. Our only gift as youngsters is our telepathic ability, and that doesn’t really manifest until language is learned.”

  “Telepathy, which your mother didn’t have because she was human, right? Poor woman.”

  Gunnar turned and grinned. “We were forbidden from using it when she was around. House rules.”

  “What about your sister? Will she have a whole bunch of shifter babies at once?”

  Gunnar grabbed the big water pot off the hearth and headed for the door.

  Axel answered, “Only if she hooks up with a catamount shifter, but we’re rather few and far between. Our family unit is uncommon.”

  Dakota looked from Axel to Gunnar’s back as he opened the front door, then back at Axel. “There’s more like you out there?”

  “Yes, but most males of our race are loners. They don’t mate for life, and if they are alone, they cannot impregnate a woman unless she carries the catamount gene. Females aren’t born to catamounts very often.”

  “Why?”

  He shrugged. “It’s just the way it is. We don’t question certain things, because who would answer?

  We can’t be genetically tested for fear of being found out. We live our lives in secret because it’s the only way to survive without becoming some lab experiment.”

  “But you exposed yourselves to me.”

  “We did,” he admitted softly.

  “Because my life was in danger.” She dropped her gaze to his chest.

  “True, but also because deep down we wanted you to know. We trust you.”

  “I won’t tell a soul. I swear. Gunnar saved my life.”

  He didn’t bother to tell her that the house hadn’t collapsed; therefore his brother hadn’t saved her life, at least not from the avalanche. Gunnar hadn’t needed to expose himself to her. But he understood his brother’s way of thinking. There had been danger, and secrets be damned. Gunnar wasn’t about to let the one woman they could both love be killed.