Hour of the Lion Cherise Sinclair (8 ebook reader .TXT) 📖

Alec‘s lips closed over her clit, Calum‘s over one nipple, and they sucked, both of them, pulling at her, tongues swirling. Nothing could stand under that. She shattered into pleasure, the explosion tearing apart the stockade holding her defenses. Freeing her to simply feel. Wave after wave of pleasure ripped upward, streaming through her veins in a hot rush until she felt as if she glowed.

Calum lifted his head, and he caught her gaze, holding it as Alec licked her clit in one slow stroke. She spasmed again, then went limp, totally spent, as if her muscles had drained away and puddled on the floor.

The grip around her wrists disappeared, and Calum took her mouth, deeply. Sweetly.

"You‘re very beautiful, cariad."

The bed jiggled, then Alec kissed her slowly in his way, like he had nothing more important to do. After a time, long enough that her heart rate returned to almost normal, he lifted his head.

"Thank you, Vixen. I enjoyed that."

She sighed and opened her eyes. Two tough killers, yet their expressions held such approval that warmth filled her. "God, I‘ve never…um." Why was this difficult to spit out?

"Go on, little cat," Calum said.

Fine. "I‘ve never felt like that before. Or come so hard."

"I can‘t say knowing that bothers me any." Alec grinned.

"Asshole." Her brain had started to seep back into her skull. "What about… You didn‘t…"

Calum lifted her hand to his mouth and nibbled on her fingertips, giving her tingles like a Fourth of July sparkler. "We will. But you‘re exhausted. Sleep first, cariad." He gave her a look that didn‘t help her breathing any. "We want you alert when we"—he grinned at Alec—"take our turn."

"Oh sure, as if I can sleep after this."

They both simply smiled at her, as if amused. Alec‘s hand moved slowly up and down her stomach, petting her like a cat.

And before she could fight it, she felt herself sliding down into sleep.

Chapter Twenty

A whisper in his ear woke Calum.

"I think it‘s your turn now." Soft lips grazed his cheek, and gentle fingers ran through his hair.

He looked up into her lovely eyes. Sometimes copper-colored, sometimes golden brown with arousal, like now. "Victoria."

She grinned, mischief in her face, and he had a moment of joy in her recovery before her fingers closed around his cock, bringing him to immediate arousal.

"Hell of a way to wake up," Alec muttered, and Calum realized she‘d knelt between them and had captured Alec‘s shaft as well.

"And what do you plan to do with us now, little cat?" By Herne, she was a worthy shifter, a woman warrior with a tender heart. He stroked her cheek, cherishing the way she tipped her head into his palm.

A frown appeared between her eyebrows, and she released them. "I-I‘m not sure. How do we do this?"

Alec gave him a laughing glance before smiling up at her. "You‘re going to have to work up to some of the fun, but for right now…" With the speed and strength of a cahir, Alec grabbed her wrists and pulled her forward, pinning one hand on each side of his hips, with her knees still in the center of the bed, now against the outside of his right thigh. His cock rose toward her as if catching her scent. "Brawd?"

Smiling at her startled expression, Calum moved behind her. Her firm ass was in the air, the fragrance of her arousal hardening him further. He could have positioned her with touch, but the animal in him reveled at the way she‘d submit to his voice alone. "Open your legs to me, cariad,"

he said softly.

A shiver made her breasts jiggle, and then her knees edged apart. He remained silent, unmoving, and she widened farther.

He knelt between her open legs and ran his hands up and down her back, outlining her lean muscles. A lioness, she was, even before becoming to a shifter. Our cat. He moved lower.

Between her legs, her cunt was slippery and swollen, ready for his use.

Her breath hitched as he gently stroked each side of her clit until it firmed under his light touch. She grew wetter.

"I want your mouth on Alec, little cat," Calum said. "He‘ll give you one hand back."

Alec grinned and opened his grip on her left hand. She balanced over him on her right arm, with his hand still braceleting that wrist. He glanced at Calum, eyes filled with pleasure and heat—and amusement.

In the Daonain, sometimes a littermate would resent the dominant one, but Alec wasn‘t one of them. He simply enjoyed.

Victoria‘s freed hand closed around Alec‘s thick cock.

Calum heard his sharp inhalation. She took his brother in her mouth, pulling him deep, and Calum‘s shaft pulsed as if in envy. Alec tangled his fingers in her hair and sighed. "Damn, Vixen."

She set up a steady rhythm, licking and sucking, the sounds enough to drive a male wild.

Calum swirled his cock in her juices, then entered slowly. Hot and wet and as welcoming as the little wiggle she gave. The need to possess, to keep her, rose in him like a flood, and he fought it. There would be no lifemating until after a shifter‘s first Gathering.

But the rules said nothing about ties of pleasure, did they? Smiling, Calum put light kisses up her spine, leaning forward to balance on one arm. When he closed his teeth on the delicate muscle of her nape, her pussy clenched around his cock. Her back curved down to put her hips higher—welcoming his use.

He caught the flash of Alec‘s delighted grin before his brawd tightened his hand in her hair.

"Harder, Vixen."

Reminded, she increased her pace, her rhythm breaking when Alec abandoned her wrist to fondle her breasts. Her breath held a low moan which she cut off.

Still fighting. If there was ever a female who needed to be controlled and overwhelmed with sensation, it was this one. Calum slid his shaft out slowly, then back in, rotating his hips to find the sweet spot. Low, he remembered from their time in the cave. It