Panthers' Pleasure [Impulse 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (8 page)

Something told her that if she ever hooked up with these guys, not coming wouldn’t be an option. Just the way they looked at her with such passionate intent made her inner thighs tingle with anticipation. She had to find a way to get them into bed and see if the reality lived up to her fantasies. She absolutely didn’t believe that they’d leave her hanging unless she agreed to stay here permanently. After all, they were males, weren’t they? Not that she’d ever be able to accommodate them both at once, as Vilas seemed to be suggesting. Lord have mercy, Rafe was probably too big for her cunt as it was. She’d never had anal sex but was pretty sure it would be even harder to fit either of them in that location. Even so, the idea of trying seemed to have lodged itself in her brain, and she couldn’t shake it off.

If she had to, was she prepared to become part feline? She was unsure. Her life sucked the way it was right now. Her job was mind-numbingly boring, Jack, if she took him back, would still want their relationship to be conducted on his terms, and the happy ever after she still unrealistically dreamed about was never going to happen—at least not with him. Besides, there was Max to consider. She had absolutely no idea where he was, and now that she knew the guys were indeed shape-shifters, she had to believe that his disappearance was connected with them. The only way she could find him would be to hang around Impulse for a bit longer.

Besides, there was one other thing that she was curious about. More than curious, actually.

“What are you thinking, babe?” Rafe asked.

“Don’t you know?”

“We try not to read minds unless the situation requires it,” Vilas said. “It kinda takes the fun out of things.”

“As well as being intrusive.”

“And it drains our powers. We have to preserve our energy.”

“That’s a shame,” she said with an artless smile.

The guys exchanged a look. “What’s going on inside that lovely head of yours?” Vilas asked.

“Oh, nothing,” she said, her tone implying just the opposite.

“Don’t make me tune into you,” Rafe warned.

“Like you already said, that’s intrusive.”

“Just tell us. I sense there’s something you need to know.”

“Well, since this is a day of firsts for me, I guess it won’t hurt to tell you.” She canted her head and smiled at each of them in turn, suddenly filled with a heady sense of control. These two gods were at her mercy, and well they knew it. “The thing is, I’m curious. I’ve never seen two men making out, you see.”

Vilas’s grin was broad and infectious. “She wants a show, buddy.”

“Looks that way.”

Without hesitation they both stood up. “Enjoy,” Rafe said, kissing the top of her head.

Vilas shed his jeans, proving to Chantal that his cock, fully erect, was only fractionally shorter than Rafe’s, but possibly a little thicker. She moistened her lips, which had become inexplicably dry, and settled back to watch the show. Rafe pulled Vilas against him so hard that their bodies collided with a loud thud. He squeezed his buddy’s buttocks as he kissed him with depth and passion. Chantal suddenly felt like an outsider—a voyeur. These men clearly did love one another—there was no faking that type of passion. As a faker of some experience herself, she knew at least that much. She ought to leave them to celebrate that love in privacy.

Except part of her knew they wanted her to watch. Anyway, she couldn’t have stood up if her life had depended upon it. She absolutely wanted to see this, and if they weren’t happy about it, they wouldn’t have started it, would they? She could just see their rigid cocks pressing against one another’s bellies as they deepened their embrace. Sparks ignited inside her, and she felt desperate to join them. Somehow she resisted. She couldn’t risk them losing control and
marking
her, or whatever it was they were supposed to do to her, unless or until she was absolutely sure it was what she wanted.

Rafe broke the kiss and reached for Vilas’s cock.

“You’re very big today,” he said, massaging him with a heavy hand, squeezing his balls at the same time. “Wonder what turned you on.”

“Can’t imagine.”

Chantal gasped when claws appeared at the tips of Vilas’s fingers and he used them to rake Rafe’s nipples.

“Christ, that feels good.” Rafe squirmed and appeared to push himself closer to Vilas. “Give me some more of that.”

“Like that, do you?”

“Yeah, I like it.”

“Then ask me nicely. I need to hear you beg.”

“Just focus on my nipples, fuck it, Vilas, and stop trying to pull rank. You know what it does for me.”

“Told you his chest was worth exploring,” Vilas said, flashing a glance Chantal’s way.

Fascinated by what she was seeing, Chantal didn’t realize that she’d pulled her top over her head until the guys broke their embrace and stared at her. She glanced down at her tits, encased in a red lacy bra.

“Perfect!” the guys said in unison.

“Did you make me do that?” she asked in an accusatory tone.

“Do what?” Vilas asked, a little too innocently.

“You know what. I don’t usually strip in front of strangers.”

“We’re not strangers, babe,” Rafe said, turning toward her and taking a step closer so that his rigid cock was level with her face. “We’re your mates, if you’ll have us.”

“Stop delaying and get over here and fuck me,” Vilas demanded, throwing a tube of lube Rafe’s way.

“Duty calls,” Rafe said, blowing a kiss to Chantal and catching the tube one-handed. “Lean over Chantal,” he said to Vilas. “Put your hands on the back of the settee and spread your legs.”

Chantal now had Vilas’s rigid cock straining just above her face. The urge to stick out her tongue and taste him was irresistible so she did just that. Vilas groaned.

“Baby, you are absolutely the answer to my prayers.” Vilas shifted a little as Rafe lubed a finger and inserted it in his anus. “You wanna join us?”

“I thought I couldn’t.”

“You could take your bra off and let me come over your lovely tits.”

With a reckless laugh, Chantal reached behind her, unfastened her bra, and cast it aside. She was aware of both men barely breathing, watching her intently. Just to tease them, she covered her naked breasts with her hands, allowing just the dark nipples to peek through her fingers.

“Geez, she’ll be the death of me yet,” Vilas complained.

“Don’t move,” Rafe ordered Vilas as he stepped around him, fell to his feet in front of Chantal, and pulled her hands away from her breasts. “Let me introduce myself,” he said.

With Vilas’s cock dangling above her face, Rafe applied his lips to one of her nipples. It was rock hard and super sensitive. Rafe sank his teeth into it and she screamed as pleasure spangled through her in unstoppable waves.

“I knew she’d be responsive,” Vilas said, satisfaction in his tone.

Chantal’s panties were sodden, as were her shorts. Both items of clothing were completely useless. She wanted to remove them and feel as free and uninhibited as Rafe and Vilas obviously did.

“Take them off,” Rafe said, removing his lips from her tit, second-guessing her, reading her thoughts, or whatever it was that he did to be so in tune with her. “We want to see all of you.”

She wiggled out of her clothing without standing up and then spread her legs, giving both men a good look at the pink lips to her pussy.

“Like what you see?” she asked in a provocative tone she’d never used with anyone before.

“Absolutely! Just the thought of sinking my cock in that gorgeous pussy is driving me demented.” Rafe tilted his head. “Unbraid your hair for me, darlin’.”

Chantal did as he asked, combing her fingers through her hair when it fell loose. It tumbled in a tangle of waves halfway down her back. Both men smiled and took it in turns to dip their heads and kiss her. And what kisses they were. Unworldly, or not like any world she’d ever known, was the only way she could describe them. Rafe’s lips seemed to devour her own like he never wanted to let them go. Vilas’s hand tweaked one of her nipples, setting Chantal on fire. Rafe’s exceptionally long tongue plundered her mouth and Chantal lost herself in sensory heaven. She never wanted the moment to end, and when Rafe eventually broke the kiss a small moan of protest slipped past her lips.

“Let Vilas come over your tits while I fuck his ass,” Rafe said, his words a softly couched command that Chantal didn’t even think about disobeying. Alpha males, she was fast discovering, had a lot going for them.

“Can I suck him?”

“Can you suck me? Are you kidding me?” Vilas grinned like an idiot. “Be my guest, honey.”

Rafe returned his attention to Vilas’s ass, slapping it hard with the flat of his hand. The harder he hit, the more subservient Vilas became and the more he appeared to enjoy it.

“Would you like us to slap you when the time comes, sugar?” Rafe asked.

“I’m…er, I’m not sure. I’ve never been spanked before.”

Vilas winked at her. “You don’t know what you’re missing.”

“I think we’re getting ahead of ourselves a little. I haven’t agreed to mate with you yet.”

“Just think of the fun you have in store then.”

“Who gave you permission to speak?” Rafe asked, hitting Vilas’s ass even harder.

“Sorry, buddy.”

“So I should fucking well think. Get down on your knees so I can screw you even harder for being so disobedient.”

As soon as Vilas adjusted his position, Rafe thrust brutally into him, burying himself to the hilt and sighing with pleasure when he got where he needed to be. Far from hurting him, Vilas appeared to love it since his cock jerked to even greater heights in front of Chantal’s face. She leaned forward and sucked its head between her lips, running her tongue across his glans, unable to resist teasing him because she had him at her complete mercy.

“Oh God, this won’t last two seconds with her doing that.” Vilas moaned. “She’s so fucking good at it.”

Chantal sucked more of him into her mouth, tantalizing the underside of his cock by tickling it with her tongue.

“You are not to come until I say you can,” Rafe said, pumping hard into Vilas and slapping his ass with both his hand and his laden balls.

Chantal reached for Vilas’s balls and put gentle pressure on them.

“I can’t fucking hold it,” Vilas screamed. “She’s killing me. You both are. Fuck me, Rafe, and you, darling, I’m gonna come for you both.”

He shot his load deep in the back of Chantal’s throat, panting and moaning as Rafe continued to pummel his ass. Chantal swallowed repeatedly, struggling to keep up with his seemingly endless flow of cum. Vilas’s entire body trembled as he found release, but Rafe didn’t let up on him, not for a moment, and kept hammering into him. Only when Vilas finally stopped screaming and Chantal released his now-flaccid penis from her mouth did Rafe let himself go.

“Get round here, Chantal,” he said, “and grab my balls. I’m gonna come.”

She squatted beneath him and laved his balls with her tongue. Rafe groaned. With one hand on the top of Chantal’s head, his body tensed, his balls pulled tight, and he ejaculated inside Vilas’s ass, a stream of filthy language spilling from his lips as he did so. He withdrew when he was finally done, released his hold on Chantal’s head, and smiled at her.

“Okay, babe,” he said. “Now it’s your turn.”

Chantal seemed bemused. “But you said—”

“Come with us.” Rafe held out a hand. “We’ve got something you need to see.”

“Er, shouldn’t I be getting back to work?”

“It’ll still be quiet down there,” Vilas said. “Anyway, we’ve got it covered.”

All three of them were still naked. Rafe wondered if it would bother Chantal to be without clothes that way when they were no longer fucking. He and Vilas were usually naked when they were in the apartment. They were more comfortable that way. Chantal didn’t seem to be the slightest bit inhibited by her circumstances. Why would she be? She had a body to die for—slim, shapely, and simply made for loving. Rafe and Vilas shared a glance that said if she didn’t agree to mate with them real soon then they’d go out of their minds.

They’d managed all these years without a woman. Now that the right one had come along, their legendary patience was fast running out and they couldn’t wait to make up for lost time. The restoration of their mental abilities had been their main objective these past several months. Nothing had been more important. Rafe was astounded to find that that prospect barely registered on his radar anymore.

Instead he was obsessed with the need to impress Chantal, to make her fall in love with them and agree to become their mate. He’d known deep within his soul—his human soul
and
its panther counterpart—the moment he sensed her presence that she was right for him and Vilas. She was the only woman in the universe who possessed what it took to make them both happy
and
ensure the future of the Impulse panther population.

Vilas opened the door to the room that he and Rafe shared and both men stood back, letting Chantal enter first.

“What do you see?” Rafe asked.