The Lion, the Leopard and the Wolf (9 page)

He’d relaxed too soon. As soon as he looked into Aaron’s eyes, Trent knew his friend hadn’t fully engaged the change. He hadn’t completely returned to his human form, nor completely lost the quality of the predator lurking within him, and Trent recognized Aaron could still be very dangerous. Trent pulled Mac up off her knees and cupped her face in his hands. He drew her up against his body, knowing he could turn her away from Aaron and protect her if necessary. She wasn’t capable of rational thinking during her metamorphosis. She’d be completely dependent on the men, or at the moment, on him.

Aaron stepped behind Mac and sniffed her neck, placed both arms around her waist and bent his naked body over hers from behind. The three held their ground, firmly establishing territory. They staked claim to each others’ bodies. Mac dropped her head back onto Aaron’s chest and let him explore her breasts, roaming up the front of her torso, rubbing her peaked nipples over Trent’s chest. Trent held her hips in his hands and pulled her soft mound against his still raging cock, and felt Aaron pressing his body against her from behind trapping Trent’s hands.

* * * *

The room filled with the sounds of the males. The timber of their voices encouraging her rumbled through Mac, deep, sensual and arousing. Her voice caught in a low purr as they stroked and petted her. One of them had his fingers inside her, pulling her thick cream out of her cunt, sliding it into her rear hole. Softening up her muscles in preparation, a fingertip at a time. In, out, circling, penetrating an inch.

More fingers in her cunt encouraged the liquid fire from her body—fingers shoving up and in until she wanted to scream, and then pulling out, leaving her empty.

The moisture ran down her legs as hands gripped her ass and fingers played with her clit. If somebody didn’t fill her soon, she’d explode. 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.

The other fingers played with her clit like a guitarist strumming a fine tune. Trent had his fat cock in hand, teasing her entrance with it. In an inch, then out until she wanted to scream or impale herself against him.

Aaron had her sandwiched against his chest as he pinched and tweaked her nipples until she could feel the pull deep inside her hot, wet cunt. Every time he ringed the tiny hole with her slippery juices, she wanted him to press his cock deep into the forbidden entrance while Trent worked her vaginal lips. Oh, if only they would penetrate her instead of continuing this pleasurable torture. The itch reached unbearable proportions, the pressure too much. She needed to come. She groaned, and with one hand grabbing Trent’s ass and her other hand wrapped behind her holding Aaron’s neck, she whimpered out a plea. “Now, please, Trent, please, Aaron. Now!”

She felt the growl at her neck, as teeth pierced the tender place at her carotid, and Aaron’s thick cock replaced the fingers in her ass. She gasped as Trent slipped his massive hard-on into her tight, dripping pussy, and surged within her. The impact lifted her off the floor sending ripples of pleasure through her as the men pounded into her, demanding her release with their bodies, while their words inside her head promised love, forever and more. Something marvelous approached, but she didn’t understand. Soon the voices promised, soon. She seemed to rise higher and higher, twirl faster and faster, get closer and closer.

Spiraling out of control, an explosion threatened to erupt from within her. When she didn’t think she could wind up any tighter, the release came. She joined Aaron and Trent as the three of them climaxed as one. She clenched, gripping the men’s cocks with her muscles, sucking their ejaculate from them with her after-spasms. She erupted a second time. Her body convulsed into sensations of pure pleasure, an experience she didn’t believe possible.

Her legs felt too rubbery to hold her up, let alone steady her. Oh yes, multi-orgasmic. She was normal after all. Well, normal? Maybe she’d have to rethink everything. She’d had such a strange dream.

She dared open her eyes to see Trent gazing down at her with longing still on his expressive face. Hard, tough, but now he nuzzled her breast tenderly, licking her nipples and soothing her, supporting her weight with his strength. Aaron had her around the waist, sniffing her hair and kissing her neck as he gently stroked her stomach and rounded hips. Calming her and stimulating her at once.

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

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

She had blood on one breast and she touched her right hand to her neck. More blood.

Trent glared at Aaron. Aaron glared back.

Aaron whispered, “It’s okay, Mac. Here let me help you.”

This seemed like a dream. She could imagine what the men felt, almost what they thought, except she suspected they had somehow prevented her from completely entering their thoughts.

Trent urged her toward the area where they’d made a bed near the fire earlier. “Come. Trust us. You’ll be fine. We’ll explain.” His eyes shifted to Aaron. “Get the water. We’ll clean her up while she rests.”

Aaron nodded, and let Trent urge Mac to the floor. Mac noticed both men still sported impressive erections despite just finishing with her. Strangely, she felt she could have another go at lovemaking with these two. Lovemaking? When had it turned into an emotional attachment? Was that what it had been? She’d sworn not to let those kinds of feelings wreck good sex again.

“Don’t.” Trent ran a finger across her bottom lips. His lids lowered sensually as he took her lips with his. He murmured, “Don’t think about that or anything. Just this.” He touched a warm, wet cloth between her legs and laid her back on the quilt to bathe her. As she watched his fingers penetrate her folds, he added, “Just us.”

She whispered, “So gentle for such a large, gruff man.”

Trent’s deep laugh took them all off guard. Aaron joined them on the quilt with another warm, wet cloth and a drying towel. Mac groaned as she succumbed to the men’s ministrations. “This feels so good, so decadent, so right.”

“We have something to tell you that you should have been told by someone in your family a long time ago.” Aaron spoke quietly, soothing her with the timber of his voice as the words tumbled from his lips. She remembered when he’d done that thing with his voice before, several times, in fact.

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. One dark, the other light. Both visually beautiful and sensually appealing.

“What?” she heard herself ask. 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 Trent said, “Just a minute, Mac. Try to focus while we tell you what you are. Watch Aaron.”

“Okay.” She smiled. “Looking at Aaron isn’t a hardship.”

Trent held her as Aaron stepped away from the quilt and shimmered into his cat form. “They weren’t dreams?”

She tensed in Trent’s arms as he whispered, “We’re shape shifters, Mac...and so are you. The lack of balance, the inability to form human relationships, 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.

“Yes. No big deal. We heal quickly. It’s part of who and what we are.”

“No big deal? Scratching you like that? You announce you’re shape-shifters, and so am I, and it’s no big deal? What am I?”

Aaron shimmered back to his human form and took Mac in his arms. “Ours. We’ve been waiting for you for years. You were pre-ordained for one of us, but until you felt the conversion coming over you, your aunt kept what you truly were from you.”

“Celia? Oh, my God, Celia knew? She knew all along and let me wonder what was wrong with me? So help me, I’ll kill her when I get my hands on her...” She snarled and her nails elongated as her fingers curled into paws. “Oh, no! What’s happening to me?”

Trent soothed her, running a hand across her cheek. “Just what should be happening.”

“What’s wrong with me?”

“Nothing,” the two men said in unison.

“Absolutely, nothing.” Aaron added as Trent said, “We think you’re perfect.”

“A perfect what? Aaron’s a mountain lion, am I? What am I?”

“Not a mountain lion. A snow leopard. One of the rarest and most beautiful of all the cats.”

Trent was beginning to grow on her. For

Oh, God why wasn’t she more upset? Maybe because this explained so much. Lately she’d felt so different about so many things, and now she understood why. Like how she could even contemplate this relationship with these two... “And, what about you, Trent? You don’t strike me as the cat type... what are you? No, wait. I know!” Mac smiled. “Tell me, are you the big bad wolf I met in the woods and pounded with snowballs?”

She glanced down at his balls with her head cocked to the side and pursed her lips into a wicked grin. From the expression on his face she figured she’d guessed right. “Sorry,” she said as she bent to kiss him between his thighs, bringing his balls to her lips, one at a time. “Forgive me?”

Trent flipped her on her back and straddled her with his stiff cock poking into her belly before she knew what hit her.

“No, you’re not forgiven.” His growl sounded more playful than threatening. “I’m going to make you work off your punishment. Later.”

She wasn’t afraid when she looked up into the incredible rare smile of the wolf. “Promise?” she asked.

His pale golden eyes looked down at her from a face of pure black glistening fur. Trent was breathtakingly beautiful in any form. He nuzzled her neck, and she ran her hands through his luxurious fur.

“There’s more you should know,” Aaron added while the wolf trotted off toward the door. He looked back over his shoulder, and Aaron got up to let him out. Mac sat up as he closed the door.

“What more? Where’s he going?” Mac asked.

“He doesn’t want to be here when I tell you the rest. He’s afraid of your reaction, and if you can’t accept this, he’s afraid of what he’ll do.”

Mac shook her head, denying Aaron’s request. “No, I won’t choose between you. I can’t. When he turns Were, we’ll have to keep him from harming us during the lunar cycle, won’t we?”

“That’s the attitude I hoped you’d have, but Trent’s determined to go off alone. He’s afraid you aren’t strong enough yet to take him on in Were form. And there’s something else...”

“What more can there be? I’ve discovered I’m a shape shifter, suddenly involved with two men, both of whom are also shape shifters. Oh, yeah, and one is also a Werewolf. Then there’s the issue of my relatives, including my aunt who used to be my best friend, who have all hidden my background from me my entire life. I ask again, what more is there?”

“I’m a Werecat.”

Mac raised an eyebrow and slanted Aaron a crooked grin. “Is that supposed to frighten me?”

“It should.” Aaron raised a hand to her throat and touched the mark he left there. “I—I bit you, drew blood during the sexual act...”

“Uh...does that mean...?” Suddenly Mac had a myriad of questions running through her head.

Aaron nodded. “I marked you.”

When Mac didn’t speak, he went on. “I’m sorry. I got carried away. Unless Trent bites you too, you can only be mine. Weres don’t share.”

She whirled on him. “I don’t understand. If Trent also bites me, how will you share me then?”

“We won’t. We’ll fight to the death for you. It’s the only way.”

“No! I told you from the start I wouldn’t come between friends, and I meant it. I won’t choose between you either. There must be some other way...”

“Well, there is one other possibility.”

“Okay, what do I have to do?”

“It’s not so much what you have to do. You’d have to agree to bond with us. Our union would be permanent. There’d be no turning back for any of us.”

“Yeah, and...?” She sensed his reluctance to answer.

“Trent and I would have to bite one another during sex.”

“So, is there a problem?”

“During sex...with each other. We’d have to mate, Trent and I, to complete the Were bond. The sharing of blood between all three of us would create an eternal connection.”

Mac suddenly realized why Trent left them alone. He’d already made his decision. Aaron might be able to accept a submissive role, but Trent never would. Aaron and Mac would be the ones who would decide all their fates. Either Mac made a choice between the men, or Aaron would have to submit to Trent. The situation seemed impossible.

“This eternal union between the three of us, what does it entail?”

“More of what we’ve been doing so far.” He smiled. “We’d be capable of being in each others’ minds at will, experiencing each others’ sensations. It could be good.” He shrugged.

“What’s the downside?”

Aaron frowned. “Honestly, I don’t know what will happen once Trent and I turn Were at the time of the full moon. He turns first and then I do, but we’ve never felt the need to fight for dominance before. Even if I chose to submit to him, I’m not sure my inner cat will go along, let alone my Werecat, especially if I have any reservations going into this. As much as I want you, I have to think about this honestly. I’m not sure if I can succumb... to settle for a submissive position after being alpha. I’m capable of loving Trent, but am I going to be able to submit to his authority? When the time comes I’ll have to be very sure.”

His voice turned into a low whisper as Mac watched his lids lower and his breathing grow shallow. “The big question is, will my cat allow him to penetrate me?”

“What if I participate, promise to be a part of it? Would you be able to yield to his physical domination then?”