Brooke, Leah - Panthers' Prey [Black Panthers 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (8 page)

Hell, she wanted them in ways she’d never wanted any other man. She wanted to taste their cocks, to hear those low growly sounds as she sucked them to completion.

She wanted them to take her—to fill her pussy with their hard heat and thrust into her with the strength and purpose their eyes promised.

More alarming, she craved having her bottom breached—to have them satisfy the tingling awareness there and take her in a way she’d never wanted or allowed.

Sucked into their seductive web, she kept her eyes closed and, for the first time in her life, just let herself feel.

Erotic need bubbled in her veins, the desire to give herself to Marc and James burning hot inside her. She wanted to fulfill every fantasy she’d ever had, to lose herself in the heat and strength wrapped around her.

Reveling in her own sexuality, she pressed against each of them in turn, twisting in their arms in her need to get closer.

She didn’t think she’d ever be able to get close enough.

She kept trying to remind herself that they were strangers, but since it felt as if she’d known them forever, it didn’t work. She felt closer to them than she’d ever felt before, an intimate closeness that she had no chance of resisting.

It was as if they knew just where she liked to be touched, just how she liked to be stroked, their every caress designed for the ultimate effect.

She kept trying to remind herself that she never let sex rule her, but this felt like a lot more than just sex, the overwhelming bombardment to her system much more than just physical.

This was something totally out of her element, so strong and decadent, she couldn’t wait to explore it to its fullest.

How could such delicious pleasure be ignored?

Dropping her head back, she gave up trying to lock her knees and let them support her.

James’s warm lips caressed her ear, the threat in the low growl coming from him tickling her memory, but it was forgotten when he chose that moment to slide the neckline of her sweatshirt aside and nibble at her shoulder. White-hot need shot through her, making her nipples draw even tighter as their combined efforts layered sensation over mind-numbing sensation.

“I could kill him for these bruises alone.”

His words accompanied a menacing growl, one that sent a chill through her. The pleasure, though, made it impossible to think, especially when he curled his hard body around her from behind, covering her breasts with his hot hands.

“Luscious. I could nibble and nibble until I eat you up.”

Reminded of the feel of Marc’s tongue flicking over her clit, she moaned as another rush of her juices dampened her panties.

His gentle massage and soft tone contrasted sharply with the tension in the hard muscle surrounding her, his low growl half threat, half purr, and all sex.

The hand Marc curved around her jaw felt rough against her skin, but the gentle caress of his fingers on her cheek turned her knees to rubber.

Dropping her head back against James’s shoulder, she opened her eyes in time to see Marc bending toward her, his hooded gaze dark and mysterious.

At the first touch of his soft, firm lips on hers, her eyes fluttered closed again as she found herself caught up in the magic of the moment, a moment it seemed she’d waited her entire life to experience.

If this was a dream, she never wanted it to end.

Marc kissed her with a tenderness that brought tears to her eyes, his kiss carrying the unmistakable stamp of possessiveness and sharpening the bone-melting arousal even more. Tender, but firm, his lips caressed her and explored her lips as though learning each curve. With a soft groan, he placed his mouth over hers and applied pressure, forcing her mouth open and slipping his tongue inside.

He took. He explored. He conquered.

He
demanded
a response, one she gave without hesitation, digging her fingers into the hard muscle in his shoulders as the world spun around her.

With James pressed against her from behind, she couldn’t imagine a more perfect moment.

Her abdomen tightened with growing need, the low, vibrating rumbles from both men adding to her arousal, each one like decadent fingers dancing over her skin.

Pressing her breasts more fully into James’s hands, she dug her nails into Marc’s wide shoulders, groaning in protest when he lifted his head.

She trembled everywhere, her senses overwhelmed.

She wanted them—needed to be taken by them in ways she knew she’d never forget.

Shifting restlessly, she gasped at the jolt of pain that shot from her ankle and would have collapsed if both men hadn’t caught her.

“Fuck!” Breathing heavily, Marc held her away from him, waiting until she steadied herself before scraping a hand over his face and turning away, but not before she saw the tortured look in his eyes.

The enormity of what she’d done hit her hard, even as desire continued to flood her veins. She’d let her body overrule her determination not to let her guard down, and had almost had sex with not one, but
both
of them. She scrambled to get away from James, dropping into a nearby seat on the deck. Curling her hands around the cold metal arms, she struggled to regulate her breathing.

“Oh, my God. I can’t believe I…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…” She had no idea what happened, but now felt as though she’d been splashed in the face with a bucket of ice water.

It left her trembling and needy, when she’d never in her life been either.

Shooting a dirty look at each of them, she fisted her hands in her lap, pressing them together to warm them. “Don’t touch me again. Either one of you. I mean it. I don’t know what the hell you’re doing to me but—”

Realizing that she’d given away too much, probably because lust had addled her brain, she snapped her mouth shut and glared at them again. They both looked entirely too smug for her peace of mind.

The amusement in James’s eyes flared for just a second before he clenched his jaw, moving to the railing. With both hands gripping it so tightly his knuckles appeared white, he bent his head and sighed.

“If that’s not a provocative statement, I don’t know what is. If I was you, I’d be careful throwing too many of them out there.” Turning his head, he shot a glance at Marc. “It’s both of us for sure.”

Nodding, Marc stared out toward the woods. “I’ve got to talk to Leland. It seems that life’s about to get very interesting.” He glanced back at her, his contemplative tone making her a little uneasy. He looked as though he wanted to say something else, but firmed his lips instead and turned away.

Although the two men kept their distance and spoke to each other, she could feel their attention on her. It was like a living thing, surrounding her with an awareness that electrified the air and that both warmed her and alarmed her.

The connection that had given her such comfort and pleasure just moments ago now unnerved her.

Marc shared another of those unreadable looks with James before turning his attention to her.

“As soon as we eat, we’ll take you to your car and fix your tire. Then you can be on your way.”

Bailey nodded, ignoring the tinge of hurt that she had no business feeling.

“Thank you. I’d like to get to town and notify the police. I don’t want that maniac doing that to another woman.”

Lifting his head, Marc grimaced, his eyes hardening.

“I don’t think that’ll be necessary. They already know. Brown said he’d be back. He didn’t waste much time. He’s coming down the road now. Persistent as always.”

He turned and walked away, going back into the house through another nearby door off the deck and into what Bailey assumed was the kitchen.

Aware of James’s probing look, she stared after Marc, once again struck by the powerful figure he made. He always seemed to be scowling, but she didn’t think she’d ever forget the softening of his expression and the look of fascination in his eyes right before he kissed her.

Or the incredible need in his eyes right before he’d spread her thighs wide and used his mouth on her.

Squirming at the tingling in her clit the memory provoked, she swallowed heavily, thankful that the rawness in her throat had eased some.

Once Marc disappeared from view, she snuck a glance at James, forcing herself to remain motionless under his steely stare.

“I’m not usually like that. I didn’t mean to give you the wrong impression.”

James smiled, a half smile that didn’t match the turmoil in his eyes.

“I don’t think there’s anything usual about any of this, honey.”

She glanced toward the trees and shrugged, not knowing what to say to that.

“I’m sorry for all the trouble. I appreciate that you and your friend helped me last night.”

His eyes narrowed. “My
friend
? Do you mean the man who sucked your clit into his mouth and made you come? The man who almost made you come just by kissing you? We have names, Bailey. You were in our arms only a few minutes ago, and if it hadn’t been for the reminder that you were hurt, the three of us would be in that bed burning up the sheets right now.”

Staggered to realize the truth in his words, she turned away to hide her burning face. Even now, she knew that if either one of them touched her, she’d be a willing participant for whatever decadent pleasure they could dream up.

The knowledge didn’t sit well with her at all.

Staring out toward the woods, she pushed her still-damp hair back, unsurprised that she didn’t feel the cold at all.

“Christ, I don’t even know you. I can’t explain what happened, but I’m not like that. Maybe the stress of last night or something.”

“Bullshit.”

It made her feel better that he seemed just as shaken. Biting back a smile at his bluntness, Bailey looked up at him curiously.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you—how did you find me last night?”

His eyes hardened, making him look so dark and dangerous, she had trouble believing he was the same man who held her just moments earlier. He blinked once, and his expression became shuttered, leaving her feeling bereft and cold that he’d closed her out so easily.

“We just happened to be in the woods and heard you. How the hell did you end up in the fucking woods at night?”

She knew there had to be more to it than that, but before she could ask, Marc appeared, his wide shoulders filling the doorway to the kitchen.

“Good question. Bailey, your breakfast is ready, and Officer Brown is waiting to talk to you.”

Noting the emphasis he placed on the policeman’s name and sensing disapproval in his tone, she eyed him curiously as she got to her feet.

James moved fast, crossing the deck and lifting her into his arms before she could protest.

“You should stay off that ankle.”

Fighting the urge to curl against him, and inwardly cursing at the warm delight that being in his arms produced, she pressed a hand to his chest, determined not to give in to it and to keep as much distance as possible between them.

“How did the police know I was here?”

Marc moved aside to make room for them to enter the kitchen. Running a hand over her hair as they passed him, he smiled faintly when she turned her face automatically, seeking his touch as he searched her features.

“Evidently, they were already searching the woods for you and had found the man who attacked you. They came by very late, but I guess you don’t remember.”