Brooke, Leah - Panthers' Prey [Black Panthers 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (22 page)

“Well, that sounds nice, but I’m not in the market to be anyone’s
mate
, so if you just get my clothes, I’ll be going.”

Marc moved fast, backing her against the granite countertop and, with a hand gripping the counter at her hips on either side, effectively blocked her in.

“You’re not going anywhere until we settle some things.”

More than ready for a confrontation, Bailey lifted her chin, sucking in a breath of alarm and white-hot need at the feel of his body against hers and the possessive hunger in his eyes. Not giving in to her instinct to look away, she fought to hide her alarm at the sheer size and strength of the body pressed against hers and her own traitorous body’s reaction to it.

Poking him in the chest, she felt no give at all and fought for bravado.

“Look, buddy, I don’t answer to you. You can’t keep me here against my will. You and you friend are nuts. I’m not your woman. I don’t give a shit what nature has decided for you.
I
decide what I want.”

Leaning back as far as the small space allowed, she crossed her arms over her chest, the anger on Marc’s face, the anger she could actually
feel
, telling her that she had to figure out how to extricate herself from this situation as soon as possible.

Deciding to go for sarcasm to hide her unease, she forced a smirk while inside she trembled.

“How do you know I’m supposed to be your
mate
? Did a little birdie come and tell you or did you just figure that since you saved my life, it was an omen or something?”

A muscle worked in Marc’s jaw, his eyes narrowing dangerously in a way she’d already come to respect.

“Careful, my mate. You’re treading on dangerous ground. No matter how smart that mouth gets, I can smell your fear, so I know you’re smart enough to understand exactly what you’re doing.”

His nostrils flared, and his eyes darkened even more. “I can also smell your arousal. It’s a scent that drives me insane with wanting, so unless you want to be turned and fucked in the ass right here at the counter, you’ll tread carefully.”

Gasping, she glared at him and tried to take offense, but her body had other ideas.

Her bottom clenched repeatedly, her puckered opening tingling at the erotic threat.

He would do it. She knew it. The promise gleamed in his eyes, as did his obvious frustration at holding back.

Sucking in a breath at the brush of Marc’s thighs against her as he boxed her in, she tightened her grip on the cool granite. Careful not to show the fear he couldn’t possibly know just by smelling her, she glared up at him.

“My scent? Are you kidding me? What the hell is your fascination with my scent? I smell good so you think I’m yours? You
are
crazy. You can’t decide I’m yours just because you like the way I smell!”

She pushed at his chest, forcing back panic when he didn’t so much as flinch.

“Get the hell out of my way.”

Marc’s reaction proved to be more than she’d bargained for.

Lifting her, he set her none too gently on the counter, crowding her and ruthlessly pushing her knees apart to make a place for himself between her thighs. With one hand in her hair pulling her head back and the other at her lower back pulling her against his cock, he got in her face, the storm in his eyes both fascinating and frightening to behold.

“Don’t.” Gritting his teeth, he took several ragged breaths, his obvious struggle for control alarming her. “Don’t throw my need for you or my instincts back in my face.”

Taken aback at the anguish in his voice, she glanced at James.

Apparently also alarmed, he got to his feet and rushed to her side, putting a hand on Marc’s shoulder.

“Marc? Easy. It’s making me crazy, too.”

Bailey gulped, looking from one to the other, the surge of lust raging through her as shocking as it was scary. “What? What’s going on? What’s making you crazy?”

James gave her the semblance of a smile, but his dark eyes held a hunger that stole her breath.

“Your scent, Bailey. Just being around you makes our cocks so hard, it’s painful. When you’re aroused, as you are now, it’s even worse. Simply put, we can’t be around you without wanting—no—
needing
to take you.”

Marc grimaced. “It’s like I’m going to die if I don’t sink into you, and when you deny that you’re my mate, I want to put you under me and fuck you until you scream my name.”

Pushing the ends of the robe aside, he bared her to his gaze, his face lined with tension.

“Or better yet, bend you over and sink my cock into that tight ass. I want to dominate you, have you at my mercy, and erase everything from your mind except the feel of my cock taking you in your ass—taking you in the most dominant and intense way a man can take a woman. I don’t want you to think about anything else except my cock stretching that tight hole and filling you in a way that’ll make you think twice about ever denying me again. I need to take you in a way that makes you mine.”

Reaching down, he parted her folds, the hunger in his eyes making her own need for him even stronger.

“You’re aroused, and it’s making me crazy to have you. Hell. I can’t stand it. If you don’t want this, Bailey, you’d better run like hell. James, get me a fucking condom.”

The inner walls of her pussy clenched, the need to have him inside her almost unbearable.

Running was not an option.

Rubbing her breasts against him, she whimpered in frustration, sucking in a breath when he moved his fingers.

Marc watched her eyes as the tip of his finger slid over her clit, something that never ceased to arouse her. Taking advantage of her gasp, he took her mouth with his, sweeping it with his hot tongue.

Moaning into his mouth, she conceded to his dominance without a moment’s hesitation. Another moan escaped when James ran a hand over her breast and tugged her nipple, the slightly rough caress sending another jolt of white-hot need to her pussy and clit and making her bottom tingle with awareness.

The sensations always seemed far more intense when both of them touched her at the same time.

Groaning, James slid a hand over her breast, letting his fingers trail over the sensitive underside while his hot mouth moved over her shoulder.

“I’ll get two.”

His words sent a thrill through her as Marc kept her thighs parted with his and, with a hand on each one, brushed his thumbs over her clit.

“Hurry up.”

The barrage of pleasure to her already overstimulated system left her light headed with need. Every brush of his fingers over her swollen clit, every demanding stroke of his tongue over hers drew her deeper and deeper into an erotic whirlpool of pleasure that made her head spin and took over her senses so completely she couldn’t even think.

Each second she spent in his arms aroused her more, her pussy clenching incessantly now. Her clit felt huge, tingling hotter and hotter with every gentle caress.

Digging her heels into Marc’s rock-hard ass, Bailey melted under his passionate assault. Throwing her head back, she hit her head on the cabinet behind her and cried out at the sharp pain, the shock of it momentarily stunning her.

It only lasted an instant, but Marc noticed.

He lifted his head, breathing heavily, appearing momentarily disoriented until he realized what had happened.

“Fuck. No room.”

Gathering her to him, with a hand at her bottom under her robe and another at the back of her head, he buried his face in her neck and carried her out of the kitchen, pausing at the entrance to the huge family room.

“I’m sorry, baby. God, it hurts me when you’re hurt.”

The pain somehow disappeared almost immediately under his hand.

Assuming she’d become so aroused she didn’t even feel it anymore, she rubbed her clit against his flat belly, her hands in his hair as she struggled to get closer.

The wall of large windows in the family room overlooked another part of the deck, the sight of the railing reminding her of the way he’d taken earlier, spiking her need even higher.

Pulling his head back, she nipped his bottom lip, her breath catching at the flare of heat in his eyes. “If you stop now, I’ll hit you.”

His hands tightened on her bottom and in her hair, his eyes narrowing as he loomed over her. Around her.

“I couldn’t stop now if the house was on fire.”

With a growl, he positioned her facedown over the back of the sofa, holding her down when she would have risen.

“Damn it, Marc. I—oh, holy hell!”

He held her in place with a hand at her back and tossed the ends of the robe out of the way, kneeling between her thighs and keeping them spread with his wide shoulders.

The first swipe of his tongue through her slit startled a sharp cry from her as she collapsed onto the cushion, unable to hold herself up any longer. With her cheek pressed against the sofa, she fought to push the robe off of her face in an effort to get more air as the strokes from his tongue got more intense. Finally managing to push it aside, she drew several ragged breaths, her pleasure-filled moans filling the room as Marc growled and ate at her with a hunger that kept her underlying fear humming just beneath the surface.

When the sofa dipped next to her, she turned her head, grabbing onto James’s muscular thigh like a lifeline, delighted to find him naked and in the process of donning a condom.

His eyes stayed on hers as he rolled it on, his large, thick cock jumping each time she glanced at it.

Her pussy clenched with the need to feel that steely heat inside her, which released more of her juices, much to Marc’s apparent enjoyment. She cried out again when he slid his tongue deep, his growl of appreciation vibrating against her clit.

“Oh, God. I’m going to come already.”

Running his hand over her hair, James chuckled, a raw sound, tight with tension.

“I see Marc’s discovered how sweet you are. You’re going to have a hard time keeping either one of us from getting our mouths on that pussy every chance we get.”

With his fingers digging into her bottom cheeks, Marc held her steady. His tongue stabbed into her repeatedly, the occasional flicks of his devious tongue over her clit keeping her squirming in frustration.

Kicking her feet, she cried out over as the heat of his mouth burned her, the fingers on her bottom tightening and making her bottom hole sting.

She had a healthy sexual appetite, but the amazing awareness at her puckered opening had her body going stiff and her toes curling in guarded yearning. Still, she arched her back, pumping her hips in time to the quick flicks of his tongue over her clit, unable to resist the lure of his decadent assault.

Each stroke of his hot tongue took her closer to the orgasm her body craved, and she knew she would go over at any moment.

With a growl, Marc nipped the sensitive place between her buttock and thigh, chuckling when she clenched, which made the sting around the tight opening even stronger. When she whimpered and struggled to scramble away, he nipped her again, seeming to anticipate her every reaction.

“You’re not going anywhere. Does it sting, baby? Do you want me to kiss it and make it better?”

Bailey shrieked at the first swipe of his tongue over her puckered opening, the raw, too-sexual sensation overwhelming her. It also shook her, his attention there leaving her clit bereft.

“Damn it, oh fuck, oh fuck, I was going to come!”