Brooke, Leah - Panthers' Prey [Black Panthers 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (19 page)

Through it, Marc held her from behind, his breath warm on her neck, his chest hot against her back. His hands moved over her, from her breasts to her waist and around to cup the cheeks of her bottom, his fingertips teasing the crease and raising the sexual tension to a fever pitch.

“These breasts fit right in the palm of my hand as if you were made for me. Those sounds you make are making my cock ache to get inside you. I know you’re going to fit me like a glove, and my cock’s hard and hungry to feel your tight pussy snug and hot all around it.

James groaned and thrust even harder, sending her over the edge. “She’s so fucking soft and tight. My cock’s tingling, for God’s sake. Holy shit. So. Fuck. Ing. Good.” He surged deep, his hands tightening on her hips as he came, the corded muscles in his neck standing out as he threw his head back. Low growls rumbled from him, one after the other, each sending shivers over her skin that intensified when she clamped down on his cock.

Her orgasm rolled through her, on and on in waves of bliss that made every inch of her body tighten with ecstasy.

Lifting her arms around Marc’s neck she let him take her weight, arching her back in a pose of submission she’d never adopted before, but that seemed to suit her perfectly right now.

She thrust her breasts out in offering, crying out as Marc pinched her nipples, the jolts sending her higher. The sharp tingles spread, warming every inch of her body and making her shake.

He scraped his teeth over her neck, the amusement beneath the seductive steel in his voice sending erotic chills through her.

“Already, my mate? I haven’t even had a chance to play with that clit.”

Her clit tingled in response, so swollen and sensitive that the slightest brush of Marc’s fingers over it proved to be too sharp to endure.

Crying out again at the jolt to her system, she grabbed his wrist to pull his hand away.

“No. Oh, God. Don’t touch my clit. It’s too much. I can’t take it.”

Both men stilled. The threatening silence surrounding them became a tangible thing, sending chills through her and making her tremble even harder.

She tightened her legs around James’s waist, digging her heels into his tight butt and rocking her hips against his, her breath coming out in short, labored pants. The feel of his cock pressing deep inside her and the threat of the fingers Marc still held over her clit filled her with a sense of anticipation that sent her senses soaring.

The erotic tension could be cut with a knife.

James lowered his head, holding her gaze. A muscle worked in his jaw as a look of raw possession came into his eyes.

He withdrew slowly, his eyes searching as they held hers.

“Hmm. That’s interesting.
Very
interesting.” He shot a look at Marc over her shoulder before turning his gaze back to hers as he rid himself of the condom, his cock still hard and intimidating.

“Your defiance seems to have the strangest effect on me.”

Marc’s arms tightened around her, his lips warm on her shoulder.

“It seems, my mate, that your defiance and resistance makes both of us more possessive than ever. It also fills me with a hunger that would probably terrify you, and one that I’m going to have to deal with. I wouldn’t do it very often if I were you. With you, Bailey, I seem to have very little control at all.”

In a move too fast for her to anticipate, Marc spun her around, pressing her belly against the railing. Using his incredible strength to overcome her weak struggles, he positioned her facing the woods, her legs spread wide and her breasts resting on the smooth, cool top rail.

His bare feet pushed hers outward, widening her stance even more.

Her resistance was only halfhearted, but it struck her that his strength would have made even her fiercest struggles useless.

God, she loved their strength, their sheer erotic nature. They pulled no punches when it came to pleasure, overwhelming her with a need unlike anything she could have ever imagined.

A need she wanted to explore to the fullest.

Every sensation seemed intensified.

Sex with Marc and James proved to be nothing less than astounding.

She shivered at the feel of the smooth, cold wood against the underside of her breasts, a sharp contrast to the heat that surrounded her from behind. The cool air blowing over her damp folds gave her a thrill, made even stronger by the threat of the hard cock pressing against her back.

Feeling more exposed than ever, she shivered again, a moan escaping when Marc slid the tips of his fingers up her thigh, pausing just before he reached her slit.

“I want all of you. You’re mine, Bailey. You’re like a fucking drug in my system. I’m addicted to you already, and I haven’t even had you yet. But, I will, my mate, and in every way possible.”

Without any warning, he sunk his teeth into her shoulder and delivered a sharp slap to her clit.

Her strangled cry seemed to echo through the trees as she automatically reached down to protect her clit, whimpering in frustration when the railing kept her from reaching her mound.

“Damn you. Oh, God.” She tried to close her legs, but he wouldn’t allow that, either, keeping them spread with his own.

Dropping her head back on his shoulder, she lifted her hands to his upper arms, her breath coming out in short pants as she struggled to absorb the combination of sizzling heat from his slap mingling with the cold air blowing over her wet folds.

“Please. Oh, God. It’s cold. It burns.”

His low chuckle somehow carried sex, threat, and promise all rolled into one.

“Does it now? It excites you as much as it does me. It sounds like something I’ll have to do to you often.”

She gasped at the next slap, grateful that Marc caught her when her knees gave out.

Her thighs shook with the effort it took to steady herself, her hands gripping the railing while her entire body trembled helplessly. Gulping in air, she couldn’t hold back her cries, the sensation so intense she could only stand there, frozen in place.

With a hard arm around her waist and his cock pressed against her back, Mark reached up to play with her nipples, keeping her breasts resting on the cool railing.

“Does it still burn, my mate? Or is it something else? Do you want me to touch you there and give you the relief that you know is only a few strokes away, or do you want me to avoid your clit because it’s too sensitive now to endure any touch at all?”

Bailey whimpered at the pinch to one nipple and then the other. “I don’t know. Oh, God. Both. I want to come. It burns. It’s tingling, but if you touch me there, I won’t be able to stand it.”

She sucked in a breath and let it out with a whimper. “If you don’t touch my clit, I’ll die.”

Sliding his cock back and forth between her thighs and coating it with her juices, he chuckled, the sound raw and deep.

“We can’t have that now, can we, my mate? But, I think it’s only fair that you suffer the same torment I suffer. I want you so much that it hurts.”

Now that the initial shock had worn off, she couldn’t stand still, moving from one foot to the other, but still unable to close her legs. The cool air blowing over her pussy and burning clit, both slick with her juices, heightened her awareness there even more.

“Do something, you son of a bitch!”

Feeling more exposed than ever, she froze when Marc increased the sensation by gripping the cheeks of her bottom, his fingers gathering her juices at her slit before sliding back to tease her puckered opening.

Even the smooth velvet in his tone couldn’t disguise the uncompromising threat behind it.

“Careful, or I’ll do what every instinct inside me is screaming to do. I’ll bend you over that table over there and shove my cock up this tight little ass.”

Her breath caught at the erotic threat, her bottom hold clenching tight in denial.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

Raspy and weak, her words didn’t have the punch she’d intended.

Marc chuckled and pulled her cheeks wide, making her puckered opening sting.

“You wouldn’t want to bet your ass on that, would you? How do you think that would feel, having my cock in your ass? Think about it. The ultimate surrender to your mate. That’s what I want from you, Bailey, and eventually, that’s what I’ll have.”

He scraped his teeth over her shoulder again, murmuring his approval when she shivered.

“Each time you fight me, each time that temper of yours flares, it excites the hell out of me and makes me want to take your beautiful ass. To dominate you. To prove to you what we both know. You arouse things in me that no woman ever has. Be careful, my mate, that you don’t push me too far right now. I don’t think either one of us is ready for what I want from you.”

James cursed from beside her, reaching out to place a hand over her breast.

“Our mate. Unbelievable. Be careful with her, Marc. Christ, she’s so delicate.”

Bailey took offense at that. “Delicate? I’ll show you delicate you son of a—oh!”

Marc growled and thrust into her pussy, the force of his thrust lifting her to her toes.

“I’d never hurt her. Never. So fucking hot. So fucking tight.”

His hands tightened on her hips as he began to move.

He withdrew almost all the way and then pressed deep again, burying his face against her neck.

“You’re going to be putty in my hands by the time I get done with you.”

The arrogance in his claim set her teeth on edge, but the pleasure proved too strong to fight. Spread wide and impaled on his cock, she gripped the railing and held on tight as Marc’s quick, rapid-fire thrusts threw her over the edge.

She held on to James’s arm as wave after wave of wicked pleasure washed over her. She let out a startled cry as Marc thrust deep and growled against her neck, a low, husky, animalistic sound that shook her to her core.

Holding on tight, she swallowed heavily and tried to control her breathing as the waves continued, her body jolting in aftershocks, each one moving her on Marc’s cock.

She swallowed again and licked her dry lips, her breath coming out in short pants.

“Never. I’m never going to…ah…no more, no more…be putty in your h–hands.”

Still inside her, Marc lifted her limp form against him and dropped back into the seat at the table. Wrapping his arms around her from behind, he buried his face in her hair.

“You will, my mate, because I’ll be damned before I let a woman, even you, have this kind of control over me without having the same level of control over her. I’m going to do my best to make fucking sure you can’t live without me.”

Bailey shivered at his promise, very much afraid he already had.

Chapter Seven

Looking toward the doorway, James fought the almost irresistible urge to join his mate in the shower. Instead he sat at the kitchen table to think, to try to wrap his head around the changes she’d already begun to make in his life.

His mate.

He found it hard to believe, but now that he’d started to come to terms with it, he had to admit, he enjoyed it.

A lot. For the first time since he’d left the farm, he experienced a sense of belonging. He had a woman now, one to care for, to protect, to share with.

He smiled at that, doubting that she would take too kindly to his efforts to protect her.