Hour of the Lion, Cherise Sinclair [good story books to read TXT] 📗

Alec‘s finger circled her entrance. "You‘re nice and wet for me, Vixen," he murmured, and her eyes widened as his erection nudged at the entrance to her vagina.

"No." She was already too full. She tried to push away, but Calum was immovable behind her. In her. Her legs still straddled Alec‘s hips, holding her pussy open. Calum‘s hard hands tightened on her hips, securing her completely—and sending another wave of heat through her.

Alec pushed in, just an inch, and she gasped at the unbearable tightness. As the head slid in farther, the burning nerves from Calum‘s penetration joined with the ones sparking from Alec‘s slow slide. Everything down there throbbed and burned.

Alec worked in slowly against her resisting flesh, not stopping, never stopping.

She groaned. The stretch of her anus, the overwhelming sensations from being taken by two cocks, the hard hands holding her for their pleasure. It was too much. Every nerve seemed to be shooting off in different directions.

"Easy, little cat," Calum murmured. "Take a breath."

"Oh God, you —"

He leaned forward, his arm wrapping around her hip. He set his hand on her pussy. She jerked as he unerringly found her clit, exposed completely with Alec‘s cock inside her, holding her folds open. His slick finger rubbed firmly on one side of the engorged ball of nerves, and then the other until her head started to spin.

She wiggled, trying for more, for less. Alec fondled her dangling breasts, teasing her nipples, rolling them between his fingers until heat streamed down through her. When she clenched around two—two—cocks, it felt so different, so strange, hurting, and yet contorted the appalling pleasure into an overwhelming sensation. Too much fullness inside, her clit being stroked, her nipples pinched. Her hands fisted as everything in her blazed upward and even the slight pain turned to pleasure.

"Now, Alec," Calum growled, and he moved for the first time, pulling his cock almost out of her ass. Emptiness. Then as he slid back in, he drew her toward him…and off of Alec‘s cock.

Different fullness, new emptiness.

Alec‘s hands tightened on her hips and yanked her down onto him—and Calum slid out.

They controlled her, moving her back and forth between them, their thrusts growing in force even as she shook, the pleasure too much to bear, to process. The climax rolled toward her like an Abrams tank, crushing her mind under the massive wave of sensation.

"Oh God, oh fuck, ohhhhhh." She heard herself, and it didn‘t matter as everything around her dissolved. Her world blew apart, brutal unstoppable pleasure shaking her like a rag doll. A minute later, Calum drove in hard for his release, and she could actually feel his hot seed fill her.

Then Alec yanked her down onto his cock, and he growled as he jerked inside her, sending more waves of pleasure to shake her.

She was panting and sobbing. Her trembling arms gave out and her shoulders dropped onto Alec‘s chest. His hands closed on her waist. "Roll, brawd."

Calum anchored himself in her, and tipped them all over onto their sides. They kept her sandwiched between them, both still deep inside. Softening, but serving as another anchor in their possession.

Alec kissed her lips, using his thumbs to wipe the tears from her cheeks. "Shhh, baby, shhh."

With her back to his chest, Calum held her firmly, and his arms around her felt as if he kept her from shattering. He was crooning into her hair, a quiet rumble of pleasure and soothing.

She never felt so vulnerable, so shaken… So cherished.

Chapter Twenty-four

The heady aroma of coffee wafted through the cabin as Vic blinked awake. Morning, huh?

The night had ended.

God, the way last night‘s events were hazed over, she felt as if she‘d gotten drunk.

They‘d eventually left the little room in the tavern and gone downstairs. She‘d seen Heather in the hallway of the tavern. Her friend had waved and laughed when Alec and Calum had pulled Vic down into the cave. The men had stripped her naked and dragged her out into the freezing night, as she spit curses at them.

But then... She sighed. In cougar form, they‘d played in the last of the moonlight, chased each other through the mountains and valleys, tussled in the snow, and run together—Calum on the right of her, Alec on the left. The world had been beautiful...magical.

Now morning had arrived. Magic all gone. Back to reality. She poked her nose out of her warm cocoon of blankets and considered the chill in the room. Maybe she‘d give it another hour.

Surely one of the guys would put a bigger log on?

"She‘s awake." Alec‘s voice.

"Do you suppose she will join us sometime today before the sun goes down?" Calum‘s dry tone.

Hell, that was known as peer pressure. And it worked, dammit. She flung the quilts back, shivering as the cold air touched her nice warm body.

The guys sat at the little table wearing only their jeans. God, would she ever get tired of looking at them? Alec‘s broad chest had a light golden furring over his thick pectorals. Calum‘s silky chest hair contoured his sleek muscles. Her fingers tingled with the need to touch—until she saw the red scratches across their chests. Bite marks on their shoulders. Had she done that?

Flushing, she rolled over and buried her head. Various aches roused with her movement. Her leg muscles complained that she‘d run all the way up a damned mountain. Her breasts felt tender and swollen, and every private part down below was extremely sensitive. Her asshole held a lingering burn as if reminding her of how Calum had taken her.

Then the rest of her memories of the night returned with horrifying clarity. First she‘d bedded Calum, and…she‘d actually let Daniel drag her upstairs. Had wanted him, at least for a while. And the guy named Zeb… Fucking-A. She‘d acted like some nympho with a broken on/off switch, and she wasn‘t sure whether she should feel guilty about going upstairs with Daniel and Zeb—or saying no to them. Hell.

How could Calum or