Hour of the Lion (The Wild Hunt Legacy #1) (33 page)

her slip. ―Then with Alec‘s assistance, I will continue your lessons on releasing control.‖

He raised her arms over her head and bracketed her wrists with one hand, pinning them to

the mattress. Since his weight was also resting on that arm, she tugged playfully, thinking she‘d

get free easily. His grip was like iron. Unbreakable. She pulled harder. Her breath shifted,

increased. He‘d pinned her down in the cave in various ways…but now? With Alec?

―Calum,‖ she whispered, anxiety pulling at her, even as her temperature rose. Her breasts

throbbed, her clit pulsing in time with her heartbeat.

―Shhh, you‘re safe with us, cariad,‖ he nuzzled her cheek, and then glanced at Alec. ―I

believe I‘ll stay here.‖

―Works for me.‖ Alec slid down in the bed, and she felt his calloused hands pulling her legs

apart.

―Calum…‖ She tugged on her wrists again as her arousal rose terrifyingly fast.

―Yes, little cat,‖ Calum said, and took her lips in a demanding kiss. His tongue ravaged her

mouth and drove every thought out of her head such that Alec‘s fingers sliding into her folds

came as a surprise. Her back arched as she gasped.

She tensed, pulled at her arms, tried to close her legs…without success. Hard hands pushed

her thighs more open, and Alec licked over her clit, one long stroke of warning. As she moaned,

satisfaction glimmered in Calum‘s dark gaze,

Alec‘s chuckle vibrated against her, then his tongue flicked over her clit, the demand

obvious, unstoppable. Blood inexorably rushed to her pussy as he continued. Oh God, I‟m going

to come. She tensed as the pressure built to an unbearable level.

His tongue abandoned the top and circled the sides of the sensitive nub. Leaving her on the

edge of a climax.

Calum smiled at Alec and lowered his head to kiss her breasts. When his warm lips closed

over a nipple, her back arched. Alec‘s hands tightened on her thighs, Calum‘s on her wrists and

shoulder, both keeping her where they wanted her. The feeling that she couldn‘t do anything,

couldn‘t keep anything back seemed to release something wild trapped inside her.

Calum was watching her as if to check her response. Now he smiled, touching her cheek

with light fingers. ―I see you enjoy being restrained, little female. Then we will continue.‖ The

dark promise in his low voice left a trail of need in its wake.

He bent to suck on her nipples. Each time he nipped her lightly, a jolt of heat shot through

her. And Alec used his wicked tongue, a slow slide around her clit, then his teeth closed on her

folds in a light bite. Her breasts and labia became almost painfully swollen and sensitive.

Too much. Too many sensations, too demanding. Her head started to spin as the demands

overcame her defenses.

A finger swirled at her entrance, then pushed inside, the friction wakening every nerve deep

in her pelvis. Her hips tried to rise, a hand pressed her down.

The finger slid in and out, and then Alec added another one.

―I can‘t,‖ she gasped, her world narrowing until only one sensation remained.

Calum rubbed his cheek over hers. His voice was rough and deep. ―You can, cariad. You

will take everything we can give you.‖

A bite on her tender inner thigh yanked her attention back to Alec. His fingers set up a

compelling rhythm, sweeping away her sanity. As her whole lower half turned into one over-

sensitive nerve, she was drowning in sensation. When Calum bit her nipple and laved away the

pain, she could only whimper.

Alec lifted his head. She opened her eyes as Calum nodded at him.

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.

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 took a few more exploratory

thrusts before her insides softened, while the outside ring of muscle clamped onto him like a

wrench. Right there. He angled himself to rub over the spot with every slow stroke.

Her ass muscles tightened and soon, she moaned, long and low.

Alec laughed, tugging her head forward to keep her moving, while he played with her

nipples, rolling them, pinching lightly.

Calum could almost see her thoughts fragmenting. He kept his movements slow and easy.

―Suck Alec hard, little cat. Get him off now.‖ He gave his brother a nod to go ahead.

Alec fisted both hands in her hair, guiding her. She sucked noisily, taking him deeper. Soon

Alec growled a warning, pulling her head down for his release. As his hips strained upward, she

swallowed frantically. Alec fell back with a long, happy sigh. His grip on her loosened.

Victoria made a ―mmm‖ sound of satisfaction and brought him down gently with little licks

as she stroked his stomach.

Her sweet side came out when she had sex, Calum had noticed, and it touched his heart.

Alec tugged her hair. ―Thank you, sweetheart. You were magnificent.‖

Calum waited for her to catch her breath, then met Alec‘s eyes. As most shifters, they‘d

shared often through the years, yet nothing had felt so…right…before. As if Victoria fit perfectly

between them. His brother grinned as Calum gripped her hips and surged into her. No longer

slow and easy. He needed to take her, and he did, hard and deep, rubbing his cock over the sweet

spot with each stroke.

Her thighs started to tremble, and a low keening came from her. Not nearly enough.

Alec bent and slid his head under her so he could suck on her dangling breasts. She shivered,

and her pussy clenched on Calum‘s cock. Her hips pushed back against him, matching his

rhythm. Not yet.

Calum released his grip on her right hip and reached around her waist. His finger wandered

down her low abdomen and lower to rub her slippery clit.

She went rigid, and he grinned.

Alec apparently nipped for she yelped and tried to pull up. Instead of permitting it, Calum

pushed her knees farther apart, increasing her helplessness, then drove into her, harder, faster,

teasing her clit with each thrust.

Her whole body went tight, and her pussy closed around him like a fist. Her every breath

held a whine of appeal and then her breathing stopped entirely—and he knew her world had

poised…right there…waiting for his touch.

He hummed, knowing Alec would hear and increase his attentions, and then Calum took her

clit between his fingers, giving it firm, unrelenting pressure as he slammed into her.

A hard shudder ran through her, and she wailed her release—the most beautiful sound in the

world—each broken cry corresponding to the forceful clenching of her orgasm around his cock.

The buffeting sent him over. He grabbed her hips with both hands, stroking her deep, letting

himself go as he growled and filled her with his seed. May Herne and the Mother bless them

someday with young.

Silence for a minute. Her head hung low, her ribs heaving with her gasps. Calum kissed her

neck, and then pulled her over onto her side, staying behind her—in her. Alec shifted around to

sandwich her between them. With a sigh of contentment, she wiggled slightly to snuggle closer.

As their mate laid her head in the hollow of Alec‘s shoulder, Alec gave Calum a sleepy,

joyful smile and a murmur of sound that translated to ours.

* * *

Calum remained awake. As the curtains brightened with the dawn, he simply lay and

watched the other two sleep, feeling the rightness of their joining. When Victoria tensed in a

dream, Calum murmured to her, stroking her shoulder, and she eased, her breathing slowing

again. She trusted him, even at her most vulnerable. I‟ll take care with your heart, little cat.