Chase, Zara - Tigers' Temptation [Impulse 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (6 page)

Vadim shot him the finger.

“What bothers me,” Mikael mused, “is the vibes I’m getting that suggest she isn’t only after a story. She’s got something personal invested in this.”

“I could probe her mind for you,” Rafe offered. “My powers are at full strength and could use the exercise.”

“No, don’t do that yet. This is a matter of trust. She tried to convince me earlier that she was trustworthy, but that works both ways. If we’re gonna ever consider her for our mate, Philo, then she has to be honest with us.”

“What are you saying?” Philo asked, leaning toward Mikael and rubbing his cheek against the side of his face.

“If she tells us of her own volition what her real interest in the Institute is, then I just might start to trust her.”

“Okay,” Rafe said, standing up. “You did right bringing this to our attention, Mikael. The whole colony’s on alert.”

“Better safe than sorry,” Vilas added.

“Right.” Mikael nodded and stood up. “We’ll see you later then.”

“Come on, big boy,” Philo said, taking Mikael’s hand and walking him to the door. “All this talk of mating has got me as horny as a tomcat on the prowl.”

“You’re always that horny.”

“True.” He grinned and patted his scrotum. “Don’t you wanna see what I’m packing for you?”

“We have a guest upstairs. Won’t she wonder what we’re doing?”

Philo closed his eyes for a moment. “It’s okay,” he said. “She’s sleeping.”

The two tigers bounded up the stairs on silent feet and fell into one another’s arms the moment they hit the sitting room. Mikael didn’t bother to check on Layla. If Philo said she was sleeping, that was what she must be doing.

“Best not get naked.” Mikael unbuckled his belt and unfastened the snap on his jeans. He sighed with relief when he unzipped and released his throbbing erection. “She might wake up.”

“Let’s rub cocks,” Philo said, unbuckling as well.

Mikael glanced down at his partner’s huge penis, twitching and pulsating as it awaited his attention. Damn it, Mikael loved this man to distraction. Any woman destined to become their mate would have to love them both, and be happy to share them. He didn’t care if he lost his power altogether if the alternative to was to give Philo up. That was how much he loved him. Still, not many women would pass up the opportunity for a share of the goods the two of them had on offer.

“Let’s tie them together and frot,” Philo said breathlessly.

“Suck me first.”

Philo fell to his knees and took Mikael into his mouth, his long tiger tongue delving for the frenulum nerve bundle on the underside of his penis, causing him to shudder when it found its target.

Mikael groaned. “That’s so fucking sweet.”

“Keep your voice down, buddy. We don’t need any interruptions.”

Mikael extended a claw and, with Philo kneeling before him, used it to work his way down his back. He brought it to rest on his lover’s anus and taunted him by rimming it until Philo’s entire body shuddered.

“Slide it into me,” he demanded breathlessly.

Mikael’s claw went in as far as it could, tantalizing and teasing as Philo sucked Mikael’s cock deeper down his throat. Mikael’s legs trembled, along with the rest of his body. He was so close to coming, and not just because Philo was sucking him off so expertly. Hopefully Philo wasn’t inside his head right now. That way he couldn’t know that Mikael was thinking about Layla, about her gorgeous tits and how much he’d like to play with them. With her. That was definitely more information than Philo needed. Mikael couldn’t handle more grief from his partner on the Layla front right now.

Mikael abruptly pulled out of Philo’s mouth, not wanting to continue with that line of thought.

“Come on, let’s do this.”

He grabbed a thick piece of ribbon from a nearby drawer and tied it around their throbbing cocks. Both men were so aroused that their bodies seemed miles apart when they were attached by nothing more than their mutual lust. As one they reached for each other’s balls and played, at the same time thrusting their hips back and forth, causing maximum friction against the ribbon. Mikael threw his head back and let out a soft growl when Philo upped the pace. His buddy chuckled and, breathing hard, extended a claw and tickled Mikael’s loaded balls with it.

“What you got for me in there, lover? It feels kinda heavy. Whatever could have gotten you so worked up, I wonder.”

“You underestimate your persuasive powers.”

Philo chuckled. “Is that what it is?”

Mikael leaned in to kiss Philo, still keeping his hips moving in perfect symmetry with his partner’s, still playing with Philo’s sac. He slid his tongue deep into Philo’s throat, a starburst of pleasure swirling around his brain as his climax built. This was safe. He and Philo could do this together without wondering if one of them had a hidden agenda. Layla might be sexy as hell. She might even have been sent here to save Mikael and Philo’s shifter powers so they could continue to do some good in this world.

But then again she might not have been.

Philo removed his hand from Mikael’s balls and placed it on his ass instead, using his claws on him in the same way Mikael had just done with Philo. Mikael spluttered, so damned close to coming that he could hardly breathe. He broke the kiss just as his balls pulled tight and the musky scent of Philo’s arousal swamped his senses.

“You gonna—”

“What the fuck?”

They turned to see Layla standing in the doorway, hands on hips, a bewildered expression on her face. Mikael could only imagine the thoughts streaming through her brain as she observed them, jeans hanging around their hips, cocks tied together, hands on one another’s balls.

“Shit, we got carried away and didn’t realize she’d woken up,”
Mikael pheromoned.

“She would have caught us sooner or later if she stays around. You know how we need to fuck each other twice a day, at least.”

“But not with an audience.”

“Oh, I don’t know. It might be kinda kinky.”

“You’re impossible.”

“That’s why you love me.”

“Is that the reason? I’d often wondered.”

“Sorry.” Layla turned her back. “This is obviously a private moment.”

“But anyone can join in,” Philo said, winking at her, not the slightest bit embarrassed by the situation.

Mikael sent her a disdainful glare. They’d found a surefire way to get rid of her because she was obviously disgusted and would never stay now. He ought to be glad. He told himself that he was, ignoring the feeling of disappointment that wormed its way through him.

To his astonishment she stood her ground, glanced at their attached cocks, still rock hard, and very, very large. She licked her lips, clearly impressed by what she saw.

“What would you like me to do?” she asked.

Chapter Five

Layla watched in stupefaction as Mikael untied the ribbon. His cock bounced halfway up his navel when it sprang free, as did Philo’s. She had never seen one man half so well endowed, much less two. She couldn’t seem to stop staring at their equipment, and didn’t try to make excuses for the fact. If they really wanted her to join the party, who was she to complain? Besides, it might win her Mikael’s trust. It would be hard for him to continue keeping her at a distance if she joined their sex games.

“You up to sucking this baby for me, darlin’, while Mikael fucks my ass?” Philo asked, grabbing the base of his cock and waving it in her direction. “We were keeping quiet ’cause we thought you were sleeping, but now it doesn’t matter how much noise we make.”

Without waiting for a response, Philo pulled his vest over his head and his jeans down his legs, kicking them off with careless abandon. He stood in front of Layla, shameful showoff that he was, and gave her a good view of himself wearing nothing but his skin. Layla blinked, trying to clear her vision because it appeared to be playing tricks on her. There ought to be a law against one man being so well built and so good looking. There probably was. But when she looked a second time nothing had changed.

“Like what you see, babe?”

“What’s not to like? But it looks like you guys are into each other.”

“We swing both ways.”

“Aw, what the fuck!” Mikael stepped out of his clothes, too, pulled the band from his hair, and shook it free. “Two for one,” he said with a wry grin. “But you’re a little overdressed for the occasion.”

Layla hesitated, giving herself a moment to come to terms with the fact that Mikael was at least as gorgeous as Philo. Something good was finally happening in her crappy life and she might as well make the most of it. She pulled her top over her head, revealing her pale pink bra. She felt the full force of Mikael’s gaze as she stepped out of her skirt and tossed it aside, revealing her matching panties. She felt ridiculously pleased to see admiration in his remarkable eyes—eyes that softened for the first time as he observed her. A slow smile elevated the corners of his mouth when he canted his head and checked out her ass.

Satisfied that she’d passed muster, she made to kneel in front of Philo but Mikael stopped her with a gesture.

“There’s something I’ve wanted to do all afternoon,” he said, pulling her into his arms and kissing her. Kissing her hard and firmly, like he meant it. Layla instinctively responded when his arms tightened around her torso like bands of steel. Part of her wanted to tell him to take a hike. He’d been shitty toward her all day, making it clear that he resented her. He was only kissing her now because she happened to be there, and available. These guys were obviously kinky and didn’t turn down any opportunity to get their rocks off.

Her heart refused to listen to the sensible part of her brain and she simply couldn’t help being a full participant in that kiss. It was so expertly executed that sensation streaked all the way down to her pussy and refused to budge. Damn it, he kissed like he’d invented it. His tongue was impossibly long. It worked its way into her mouth, invading her throat every bit as much as the magnificent sight of Mikael Chatrier, naked, stripy hair flowing about his shoulders, invaded her senses.

Mikael broke the kiss, dropped his head, and suckled one of her nipples through the fabric of her bra. He did so forcefully, like he’d never sucked a woman’s tits before. He nipped at it with his teeth before dragging it into his mouth with enough suction to make her entire body come alive with sensation. She moaned, closed her eyes, and circled her head from side to side, willing him to take things farther. She felt her bra fall away and both tits were cupped in large hands, the nipples tweaked between strong fingers.

“You’re so damned beautiful!”

It was Philo’s voice, Philo’s silky head, she could feel rubbing against her left breast. Mikael was on her opposite side, still feasting away, this time without the barrier of her bra to impede his progress. Layla closed her eyes, pushed herself more firmly into his mouth, and allowed the kaleidoscope of sensations he was creating to consume her.

She’d been lying on her bed just a few minutes before, fantasizing about such a thing, never imagining it would actually happen. So she’d done what she always did nowadays when she was feeling hot. She slid her fingers inside her cunt, and worked them until she climaxed. She’d learned the hard way that her life was less complicated when she had control over as many aspects of it as she could. That meant no men telling her what to do and when to do it. If using sex toys to satisfy her needs was the way it had to be, she’d survive without a hot, throbbing penis bringing her to orgasm.

She’d just gotten herself off when a noise disturbed her. She’d come out here to find out what was going on and the sight of the two guys, rigid cocks tied together, had made her pussy leak like a dripping faucet and her nipples solidify almost painfully. A more erotic sight she never could have imagined. She’d experienced a moment’s regret when she realized the guys were gay. Then she looked at Philo’s face and figured perhaps she’d gotten that part wrong. His invitation for her to join them confirmed as much, and it didn’t even occur to Layla to decline. For once she’d simply go with what
she
wanted to do. And what she wanted right now was to be fucked by one, or both, of these studs.