WereCat Fever (18 page)

Lovemaking
? When had the sex turned into an emotional attachment with Hunter? Her words not only surprised her, but Hunter stilled and Bryan snapped his head up, staring at her, the hope visible in his eyes.

“Is that what this is for you?”

“It’s never been anything else with you,” Lacey admitted to Bryan.

“But with me…?” Hunter sounded anxious. “Did you mean something’s changed?” he asked. “Never mind. Don’t answer. I’d rather you didn’t second guess your feelings.”

Was it? Was that what had happened? At some point during their time together, the sexual actions—although highly erotic—had suddenly become an emotional statement of commitment to both men. Making love? She shrugged, turning her gaze from one brother to the other. “It felt different. As much as I thought it would be just sex, Hunter fills my heart much the same way you do, Bryan. It feels like love.”

There had always been a special connection between her and Bryan, but she sensed a new attachment growing between her and Hunter. Emotional ties bound them even if they were steeped in great sex.

Hunter spoke first. “Let’s get cleaned up.”

It wasn’t until then Lacey noticed the scratch marks on Bryan’s chest and Hunter’s hips. She looked at her nails. Had she done that? No, her nails looked normal, short, sensible.

There was blood smeared over one of her breasts, and when she touched her right hand to her neck she felt a warm, sticky liquid. More blood.

Bryan glared at Hunter.

Hunter glared back. He picked her up and whispered, “It’s okay, Lacey. Where’s the bathroom? We’ll clean you up.”

Bryan led the way, grumbling as he opened the door. “It’s over here.”

The day seemed like a dream. Was she imagining she could sense what the men felt, almost what they thought? Perhaps. Another part of her felt like they were leaving something essential out. Blocking her.

“Come on, Lace. You’ll be fine. We’ll explain everything, later.” Bryan urged her toward the shower and turned on the water, making it extra warm. His eyes turned to Hunter. “Set her in while I’ll get her clothes.”

Hunter nodded, and urged Lacey into the shower.

Lacey noticed both men still sported impressive erections despite just finishing with her. “Forget the clothes, Bryan. Why don’t you both join me? You don’t seem satisfied yet, and I believe I could do with another go round.”

Bryan touched a warm, wet cloth between her legs and leaned her back against the wall to bathe her. As she watched his fingers penetrate her folds, she whispered, “So gentle for such a large, gruff man.”

Hunter joined them with another warm, wet cloth and a drying towel.

Lacey groaned as she succumbed to the men’s ministrations. “This feels so good, so decadent, so right.”

“You started your transition.” Hunter spoke quietly, soothing her with the timber of his voice as the words tumbled from his lips. “You’ll be especially sensitive for a while.”

She wanted to pay more attention, but their hands on her body had that itch between her legs returning. They bathed her, and she watched them take turns cleaning themselves off. Each man’s body was a testament to nature’s creation, perfection. Not identical, but nearly. Visually beautiful, and sensually appealing.

Without giving much thought to anything other than touching their aroused members and sucking the tasty cum from them again, she wondered what else mattered.

Both men shared a glance and Bryan said, “Just a minute, Lacey. Try to focus while we tell you what’s happening.”

“Okay.” She smiled, staring at all that delicious skin. “I’m focused.”

Bryan held her as Hunter stepped away from them.

She tensed in Bryan’s arms as he whispered, “We’re bound to one another, Lacey. The fevers, the fainting, and the inability to form relationships with anyone else, are all part of your change.”

She shook her head from side to side and looked down at her nails. “The marks on your bodies? I did that?” She frowned.

“No big deal. It’s part of mating for us. Like you once told me, mating between cats is a contact sport. We heal quickly. The lions are who and what we are.”

“No big deal? Scratching you like that may be nothing to you, but turning into some kind of Were-shifter bound to both of you is a big deal for me.”

Hunter stepped out of the bathroom, wrapping a towel around his waist and returned to the bed. He took Lacey in his arms. “You’re ours. Until you felt the conversion coming over you, we weren’t sure that Bryan had actually infected you.”

“I checked with my father at first. Then when I didn’t trust him to tell me the truth, I called Thomas.”

“That’s right, you contacted Thomas… Your father knew where you were all along and let everyone believe I’d sent you off?”

“First thing you should know is that Thomas is a vampire. I figured no one would mess with him, including my father.”

“Vampire. There are vampires, too?” Lacey’s head whipped around as she fought back the sense of betrayal and jealousy. Thomas was her friend and had never indicated he and Bryan shared secrets.

“I know what you’re thinking. Stop. Neither of us could share our issues with you back then. The only reason I contacted him was because I’ve known about him since he reached maturity and turned.”

“Jack called today. Do you want to know what he found?”

“What?” she hissed, but then relaxed when he wrapped his arms around her.

“My father and Tory had a motive to keep me away. The land. Jack found out Tory’s mother is a jaguar shifter from New Orleans. When your father went looking for me, she killed him to make it look like I was dead, like we’d both been attacked by wild animals.”

“Bitch.” Lacey snarled and her nails elongated as her fingers curled into paws. “Oh, no! What’s happening?”

“Try not to get too upset.” Bryan soothed her, running a hand across her cheek. “This is all what should be happening, but I want you to take it slowly.”

“What’s wrong with me?”

“Nothing,” the two men said in unison.

“Absolutely nothing,” Hunter added as Bryan said, “We think you’re perfect.”

“A perfect what?”

“Mate, woman, mountain lioness.” Hunter was beginning to grow on her.

He certainly knew how to say all the right things to a…lady? His charm must be why she wasn’t more upset by the recent revelations. Maybe this explained everything—the way she felt for Bryan and her new, deep feelings for Hunter.

Lately, she’d been feeling different about a lot of things. Relief swallowed up her anticipation. This was a good reason why she could even contemplate a relationship with two men…uh…shifters.

The once icy core inside her body melted into liquid fire while the men’s hands seduced her.

Bryan’s fingers played with her clit, strumming rapidly. Hunter’s fingers inside her pulled her thick cream out, smearing it all over her rear entrance. Hunter pressed in and out, circling, penetrating a fingertip at a time, inch by slow inch, preparing her rear muscles for his size.

She pressed against the single finger seeking purchase in her rear hole and groaned as she felt an arousal unlike any she’d ever known. Tingling, prickling sensations traveled over every inch of her skin.

Sandwiched between two massive chests, Lacey gasped as Bryan pinched and tweaked her nipples until she could feel the pull deep inside her hot, wet cunt. Every time Hunter ringed her tiny rear hole with her slippery juices, she wanted him to press his cock deeper into her forbidden entrance while Bryan pushed his beautiful cock into her vagina.

The brothers finger-fucked her, thrusting up and inside her, finding every bundle of nerves, and stimulating her until she wanted to scream. If somebody didn’t fill her with cock soon, she’d explode.

Just when she thought she might find that moment of satisfying bliss that seemed to have eluded her lately, they stopped, pulling out, leaving her empty.

“She’s so wet the moisture is dripping all over her pussy and ass.”

Bryan placed his big hands on her hips and pressed her soft mound against his hungry cock while his brother held his body against hers from behind.

Hunter had his thick cock in hand, teasing her back entrance with it. In an inch, then out, until she wanted to scream or impale herself on him.

Oh, if only they would penetrate her instead of continuing this pleasurable torture. The feline itch reached unbearable proportions, the pressure too great to endure much longer. She needed to be filled, she needed thrust, she had to come. Groaning, she grabbed Hunter’s ass with one hand and wrapped her other around Bryan’s neck.

She whimpered out a whispered plea. “Now, please, Bryan, please, Hunter.” She felt the growl at her neck as teeth pierced the tender flesh where her neck met her shoulder. Both men held her, marking her simultaneously. Hunter’s cock penetrated her ass, filling her. The sensation stretched her limits. The feeling was similar to the first time Bryan took her virginity. The tight stretching sensation sent chills through her, filling her with satisfaction. Goosebumps covered every inch of her skin before she erupted in the first of several orgasms.

Bryan thrust into her tight, wet channel up to his balls, filling her, and together the men surged inside her.

She gasped. Ripples of pleasure undulated through her as they pumped inside her, scratching that relentless itch, demanding her release with their bodies.

Their words swirled inside her head—words promising love, pleasure, and devotion forever and more. She sensed something wonderful building inside her, but she didn’t understand.

Come
, the voices urged,
come. Let go. Come for us.

She seemed to rise higher and higher, twirling faster and faster, getting closer and closer to some point—an unknown goal.

Spiraling out of control, a violent explosion threatened to erupt from somewhere inside her. Wound up tight as a spring, she didn’t think she could take any more, and then the first orgasm came—a shattering release—followed by another. One after another, the three of them climaxed as one, each experiencing everything the others felt. Her body continued to convulse. The men were unable to pull their cocks free from her body while her internal muscles pulsed, clenching their cocks, milking their ejaculate from them with her after-spasms.

Heat.

Chills.

Molten lava.

Shimmering crystals of pure pleasure.

The experience was the most perfect moment she’d ever encountered.

Lacey wasn’t even self-conscious as the men intently watched the thin liquid pump from her pussy in steady streams. Female ejaculate. As far as Lacey knew, so few forceful orgasms produce female ejaculation, they were seldom documented. Until that moment, she believed they were a fallacy, but now that she’d had one, she made a mental note it wouldn’t be the last.

“Oh my God, I experienced the impossible dream—a female ejaculation and multiple orgasms.”

There would be no going back to anything less than the pleasure these men could bring to her. Lacey understood that now. Because it wasn’t just sex. It was a connection between the three of them she couldn’t deny.

“At least two.” Hunter nuzzled her neck and chuckled. “Don’t sound so surprised.”

“No, actually three or four, maybe five times,” she corrected Hunter. “And why shouldn’t I be surprised?”

“Because that’s how it always is with bonded mates.”

“So, Bryan, we’re bound for life? Like Hunter says?”

“Uh…yes, afraid so.”

“How do you really feel about this…ménage relationship?”

“Honestly? I thought I’d be more jealous, but I love watching you come like that. God Lacey, the way you orgasm with both of us inside you is so powerful… I want to feel your pleasure like that every time. I want us to take you every way and please you so much the earth shakes.”

“Don’t worry. I’m going to keep you both so busy.” Lacey grinned, accepting Bryan’s explanation.
Wow!
How could a woman refuse an offer like that? But there were Hunter’s feelings to consider. “What about you, Hunter? What do you want?”

“I can’t deny the sex is awesome, but…”

“What?” Lacey said. “You can tell me. I won’t get my feelings hurt.”
Maybe.
She loved him. Even if she hadn’t said the words, the feeling was there inside her, ready to shatter if he couldn’t love her back. There was already a fist of dread clenching her heart.

“Lacey, I want you to learn to love me the way you love Bryan. Do you think that will ever be possible?”

The grip around her heart released. “No. You’re not Bryan. But, Hunter, now that I have come to love you, it is entirely like loving you, not like anyone else. It’s not even the bond. You know I liked you well enough before, so the loving you now part seemed to blossom. But I would want you to return my feelings before you committed to our relationship—”

“That shouldn’t take much,” Bryan said, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. “Especially since he’s been ga-ga over you since you brought me to my knees on the dance floor. He’s a sucker for your feisty nature, babe.”