The Beast's Desire 1-3 (Paranormal Romance, Beast Lust Series) (9 page)

He
stepped closer to the pretty blonde, watching her intensely. The woman’s eyes were closed, but were racing back and forth under her eyelids as she dreamed. The were-cat watched as her breathing became erratic and her face became flushed with color.

Her lips were swollen and red
, and looked as though they had been recently kissed. Whatever she was dreaming made her moan quietly just before her tongue darted out to lick her luscious lips. Her hips suddenly began to move, undulating up and down as her pelvis humped the air.

The
shifter stared as her breasts quickly rose each time she breathed and was transfixed on her hardening nipples. It seemed the longer he watched, the more pronounced the fleshy nubs became.

Unable to resist, he leaned forward and grabbed
the “v” in the neck of her shirt with his teeth, the flimsy material easily ripping in-two as he pulled it away from her body.

Next, the big cat
flipped his paw so the pad was face-up before he slipped it under the elastic of her bra. He extended his claws and easily sliced through her bra, the cups falling to either side of her generous breasts.

Her naked chest exposed, the panther moved to
sniff one of her nipples before his large, rough tongue caressed the protruding nub. As the were-panther licked, Chloe’s body responded, and the tip engorged with blood.

H
e switched to the other breast, the rough hairs on his tongue swirling around the aureole until it puckered. Her nipples now extended fully, the panther gently grazed his teeth on the extended flesh, enjoying her unconscious body’s reaction as a soft moan escaped her lips.

He glanced over his shoulder to make sure the larger panther was not paying attention to his ministrations of Chloe’s body.
Relieved to see the other feline about fifty yards away and completely engrossed in keeping watch for the Bigfoot brothers, he turned his attention back to the unconscious woman.

He
was uncertain how the larger panther would react, so he decided to enjoy the female as much as possible before he was forced to stop altogether. In the past, the panthers usually shared a woman, but that had been long ago. It had been at nearly fifty years since the Council had even allowed a woman to be a part of the shifter culture; the risk of exposure was too great.

The
smaller panther sniffed the woman, his powerful nose scenting a change in her body chemistry. He placed himself at her feet and grabbed one of her shoes, dragging one leg away from the other.

Her legs
were now spread apart, and her unconscious body was open for anything the panther had in mind. He buried his nose in her sex and breathed in deeply. Her arousal smelled wonderful to the big cat, and he was driven to get even closer to the origin of the scent.

The were-panther placed his giant paw directly on her pelvis, curious to see how she would react.
Chloe’s body pushed upward, her clit trying to gain contact with the pressure of the paw. Encouraged, the panther slipped his claw between the material of her shorts and her underwear-covered pussy.

After
slicing through the shorts, he gently snagged the undies just above her pelvis and ripped them apart widely. The panther pressed his paw on her pelvis, drawing the lips of her pussy slightly wider. Her pink sex was now exposed and the were-cat wasted no time shoving his muzzle directly into her folds.

Chloe’s unaware
body couldn’t help but react to the stimulus probing her opening. She writhed and opened her legs wider, allowing the big cat easier access to her most intimate place.

The were-cat languidly licked her pussy from her opening to her clit and the woman responded eagerly by pushing herself against the tongue. He repeated the action until she was
gasping despite her unconscious state of being.

From between her legs, the panther watched as
the woman’s hips proceeded to thrust upward, meeting the panther’s tongue each time he licked over her clit. The smaller panther looked up just in time to see the larger feline catch him as he laved the female’s pussy.

T
he lead were-cat seemed unbothered by the smaller panther’s actions; in fact, he approved. He knew if he left the smaller shifter with the woman long enough, the were-panther wouldn’t be able to resist the female’s scent. Amused by the younger feline’s lack of control, he trotted over to join him.

As the lead panther, he could not indulge in this female
completely, unless he wanted to keep her. As long as none of his body parts entered her, he remained in accord with the laws of old magic.

L
ess dominant were-cats were able to dodge the rules because they were not capable of mating a female until they completed a rite of passage, thereby proving their worth to the panthers’ Council. Still, it wasn’t as though they could jump on any female in their panther form – their survival and way of life was always at stake.

The actions of the younger were-cat were definitely the quickest way to make the Bigfoot-shifters complete the Vow that would keep their community safe.

The formula was quite simple
: A) Piss off a male by seducing his woman, B) due said male’s possessiveness, he Vows to woman and woman Vows to him, and C)
presto!
problem solved.

The larger panther
began to lick Chloe’s nipples with his huge tongue while the smaller panther continued to bath her pussy. Uninhibited by her conscious mind, Chloe neared her climax in a matter of minutes.

Her hips pushed up wildly as the pace of the tongue licking her sex increased. She began to moan her pleasure w
hile her nipples were lapped, the pleasure stimulating her even further. Her words had no form as she suddenly yelled her climax, her honey flowing out of her pussy and onto the were-panther’s tongue.

Her hips undulated up and down as the panther continued to lick her
clit, making her climax again and again. The unconscious woman’s blissful cries carried through the forest, the sound calling to the Bigfoot brothers like a beacon.

The panthers, having been enraptured with the woman on the ground, had no idea that pain and possibly death was approaching swiftly behind
them in the form of two, enraged, testosterone-flooded ape-men.

* * * *

In beast form, Ronin and Kane were horrified at the sight of their woman being pleasured by the two were-panthers. Shock turned into rage to the point of such blind fury as Chloe cried out her climax, their feet hardly touched the ground as they launched themselves at the unsuspecting panthers.

Ronin wanted to take the smaller panther pleasuring Chloe’s pussy and shred him until there was nothing left but bloody meat and unidentifiable body parts, but he knew his body size was a better match with the larger panther.

He growled a war cry as he flew into the panther lapping at Chloe’s breasts and rolled with him several times. He sunk his powerful incisors deep into the were-panther’s throat and tightened his jaw in a death-grip. Granted, his mouth wasn’t large enough to completely block the panther’s airway, but his bite would hurt like hell.

The larger feline’s scream was cut off as the ape-man’s mouth
bit into the panther’s throat. He raked his claws across the Bigfoot’s hairy body, scratching him deeply. Blood flowed freely from each shifter’s wounds as the men fought violently.

Kane tackled the big cat between Chloe’s legs, rolling once and using his legs to push the cat upward, sending him flying. Unfortunately for him, the were-panther had excellent balance and righted himself easily.

He rushed the were-cat then bit into the smaller panther’s shoulder, puncturing the skin, ripping tendons and tearing muscle. He was able to get the big cat into a headlock as he pinned the panther’s legs to the ground with his massive weight.

The larger panther poised his claws at the Bigfoot’s throat and prepared to slice through his larynx. Pain from the claws digging into his neck surprised Ronin briefly, and he loosened his jaw in surprise, giving the were-cat a moment of life-giving breath.

Hearing the cry of pain from his fellow panther, the larger were-cat stopped fighting, acquiescing to the Bigfoot who was now punching his face and eyes. “Stop,” he growled as he bled into the ape-man’s mouth.

Sensing genuine defeat from the panther, Ronin released the were-cat’s bleeding throat. He spit the panther’s blood out of his mouth and yelled, “I should fucking kill you for what you’ve done to her!”

The big panther shifted into human form to heal his wounds and to show the Bigfoot complete submission. It took every ounce of inner strength for the proud were-panther to allow the Bigfoot to think he’d won, and he had to remind himself over and over that his loss was for the good of the shifter community.

The black-haired shifter rubbed his throat, his neck tender in spite of his shift. “We didn’t know she belonged to you and your brother; she is not Vowed,” the were-panther explained innocently. He paused as he combed his thick hair with his fingers
, his bulging arm muscles flexing as he moved. “We feared she would expose us all.”

Sensing victory and defeat, Kane and the smaller panther, stopped fighting as well. Both changed into human form, panting from exertion. Streaks of blood ran down the men’s bodies, but their wounds had healed instantly from shifting.

Kane gave the smaller were-cat a loathsome glare then marched over to Chloe. He bent on the ground and pulled the pieces of her torn shirt together over her breasts to give her a modicum of decency – not that it mattered much anymore. The panthers had already seen – and tasted – nearly all of her anyway.

He ground his teeth together as he remembered the sight of their beautiful Chloe writhing on the ground, unconsciously responding to the panther’s tongues on her nipples and pussy. The thought of anyone else touching her made him sick with fury and his animal side reared to take over his mind again.

Forcing himself to control his emotions, he tied the two halves of the woman’s shirt together, creating a make-shift halter top. It wasn’t the greatest option, but it was the only one he had, considering the lack of clothing of all men present.

Ronin stalked angrily to the panther-shifter and jammed his finger into the other man’s chest, “You saw her with my brother last night and I’ve no doubt you saw me with her as well. She is ours, Winters
! You had no right!”

The were-panther shouted, “
We had every right, you fool! It doesn’t matter if you fucked her! What matters is your failure to Vow her to you or Kane!” The shifter took a deep breath and struggled to calm himself before continuing. “She is a risk to us all, Devons. Either you mate her or one of us will have to; if you want her for yourself then take her, dammit!”

Ronin squeezed his eyes shut and pushed the heel of his hand against his eyebrow, frustrated with the entire situation. If he Vowed Chloe without her consent, his actions would be as honorable as the panthers’. If he didn’t mate her, she would either be killed by another group of shifters or mated to men she didn’t even know.

Realizing he had little choice, he put his arm back down and lifted his chin confidently. “Fine, but I want to talk to her first.”

The were-panther replied, “You have twenty-four hours to make her yours; if you
do not complete the ritual, the panthers will gladly take her from you.” Jag nodded to the other were-cat, shifted, and then ran into the forest leaving the two men alone with Chloe.

The beautiful blond stirred on the ground and Kane leaned in to whisper words of calm to her. Ronin came over and gently stroked her cheek with his fingers.

“Do you think they will try to kill her?” asked Kane as he glanced at his brother.

Ronin blew out a breath of frustration, “No, but
I do think one of the groups will force her to mate with one of them if she refuses us.”

Kane nodded, “Their number is greater than ours and they have the support of their Council.” He stood up and widely circled the area as he looked around to be sure they were alone. He stared off into the wooded area as he said, “We are the only two Bigfoot-weres in existence, as far as we know. The panthers will always have the advantage.”

For the second time that
morning, Chloe Sanders woke up unsure of her surroundings. Unlike the last time, however, her head was pounding fiercely.

She tried to sit up, but dizziness forced her to lie back down again; well, that and the pair of hands gently easing her against the
soft grass. Opening her eyes only a fraction, she could barely make out the figure sitting on the ground next to her.

Ronin
. She smiled as relief flooded through her...until she remembered she was supposed to be furious with him. Fear took over as she saw the blood covering his face, neck and chest. “Panthers,” she whispered then attempted to sit up once again, her eyes darting around the forest.

“You’re safe, Chloe. Everything is all right,” Ronin soothed
and pushed her gently to the ground.

An
anxious voice came from behind him, “Is she awake?” asked Kane.

Ronin’s face broke into a huge smile and he nodded, “Yes.”