Hour of the Lion (The Wild Hunt Legacy #1) (41 page)

painfully.

As Calum released her, Alec took her hands and pulled her down on top of him. ―A soft

female body. Very nice.‖ He curved his hand over her nape and kissed her.

His cock was hard beneath her, jutting toward his stomach. With a groan, she squirmed on

it. ―Inside me. Now.‖

He snorted. ―You have no patience at all, do you?‖

―No.‖ Damn men. Have to do it all myself. She moved to impale herself, felt the head of his

cock at her center and—

―Not yet. Up you go, lass,‖ Calum said. He lifted her up, so she straddled Alec on hands and

knees, butt in the air and yay too far from his cock. She ground her teeth together. Dammit, she

needed more, or she‘d burst with her need.

Alec stroked his hands down her body, over her hips, then cupped her ass. To her shock, as

he pulled her cheeks apart, something cold trickled down between them.

Lube. She stiffened. They‘d both teased her there, slowly increasing from one to two or

three fingers. But if he had lube… Her head came up. ―Wait… No. No, Calum.‖

―You can do this, little cat,‖ Calum said. His finger slid into her back hole, pushing

ruthlessly past the puckered ring as Alec‘s hands anchored her. The finger moved slowly in and

out, igniting nerves. Confusing her. Her instincts screamed for a cock in her vagina, not

something…there. This wasn‘t right. ―Calum,‖ she whined. ―No.‖

―Good girl,‖ Calum murmured and pulled out only to add another finger. Two fingers,

stretching her, nothing unfamiliar. She looked down. Alec was watching her intently. He gave

her a smile of encouragement. When Calum withdrew, she took a breath.

More lube chilled her skin, making her jerk, even before Calum pressed the head of his shaft

against her anus. Slick, but it still hurt as it pushed in. So big. Stretching and burning, and she

shivered as he entered, so very slowly.

Too big. Not quite pain—she knew how to handle pain. This was more…primal. Having

Calum take her was far more dominating than anything before, as if he‘d removed the last bit of

control from her. He‘d left her nothing private, had made everything open to him. He has all the

control; I have none. Somehow the realization was more erotic than anything she‘d ever felt

before.

She felt Calum‘s hands stroked her back, petting her. ―Breathe, cariad. Take all of me.‖ He

pushed deeper.

Her head bowed, as the discomfort grew. Her fingernails dug into Alec‘s shoulders, and she

moaned, her mind filled with confusion, need, and pain.

Finally, she felt his groin press against her buttocks. He was in. ―Are you all right, little

cat?‖ Calum asked softly. His hands replaced Alec‘s on her hips. He moved in and out of her

ever so slowly, his gentleness at odds with his implacable grip on her hips.

Totally unsure, she nodded anyway, feeling…taken. Vulnerable. Terrified—and excited—

by what they‘d do next. Her bottom burned, overwhelming any other sensation, and a tremor ran

up her spine, knowing Calum was deep inside that dark place.

As she trembled, Alec moved his hands, holding her face between them gently. His dark

green gaze was filled with heat, yet so caring that tears pricked her eyes.

―Brawd,‖ Calum said, ―why don‘t you give her something else to think about before you

start?‖

Alec smiled. ―Good plan.‖ The fingers of one hand tangled in her hair, holding her face

close to his. His free hand moved between them, right to her pussy. One finger swirled in her

wetness, then up to her clit, teasing the hood, the top, until the nub engorged, overcoming any

other sensation.

Her hips tried to tilt forward, but she was secured in place by Calum‘s shaft deep inside her,

by his restraining hands. She shook as her need built up inside. Her insides tightened, wanting to

be fucked, but there was a cock in her ass, so foreign and wrong. ―Oh, God, I can‘t take this.‖

Calum deep baritone held amusement. ―You will, cariad. For us.‖

Alec‘s finger circled her entrance. ―You‘re nice and wet for me, Vixen,‖ he murmured, and

her eyes widened as his erection nudged at the entrance to her vagina.

―No.‖ She was already too full. She tried to push away, but Calum was immovable behind

her. In her. Her legs still straddled Alec‘s hips, holding her pussy open. Calum‘s hard hands

tightened on her hips, securing her completely—and sending another wave of heat through her.

Alec pushed in, just an inch, and she gasped at the unbearable tightness. As the head slid in

farther, the burning nerves from Calum‘s penetration joined with the ones sparking from Alec‘s

slow slide. Everything down there throbbed and burned.

Alec worked in slowly against her resisting flesh, not stopping, never stopping.

She groaned. The stretch of her anus, the overwhelming sensations from being taken by two

cocks, the hard hands holding her for their pleasure. It was too much. Every nerve seemed to be

shooting off in different directions.

―Easy, little cat,‖ Calum murmured. ―Take a breath.‖

―Oh God, you —‖

He leaned forward, his arm wrapping around her hip. He set his hand on her pussy. She

jerked as he unerringly found her clit, exposed completely with Alec‘s cock inside her, holding

her folds open. His slick finger rubbed firmly on one side of the engorged ball of nerves, and

then the other until her head started to spin.

She wiggled, trying for more, for less. Alec fondled her dangling breasts, teasing her

nipples, rolling them between his fingers until heat streamed down through her. When she

clenched around two—two—cocks, it felt so different, so strange, hurting, and yet contorted the

appalling pleasure into an overwhelming sensation. Too much fullness inside, her clit being

stroked, her nipples pinched. Her hands fisted as everything in her blazed upward and even the

slight pain turned to pleasure.

―Now, Alec,‖ Calum growled, and he moved for the first time, pulling his cock almost out

of her ass. Emptiness. Then as he slid back in, he drew her toward him…and off of Alec‘s cock.

Different fullness, new emptiness.

Alec‘s hands tightened on her hips and yanked her down onto him—and Calum slid out.

They controlled her, moving her back and forth between them, their thrusts growing in force

even as she shook, the pleasure too much to bear, to process. The climax rolled toward her like

an Abrams tank, crushing her mind under the massive wave of sensation.

―Oh God, oh fuck, ohhhhhh.‖ She heard herself, and it didn‘t matter as everything around

her dissolved. Her world blew apart, brutal unstoppable pleasure shaking her like a rag doll. A

minute later, Calum drove in hard for his release, and she could actually feel his hot seed fill her.

Then Alec yanked her down onto his cock, and he growled as he jerked inside her, sending

more waves of pleasure to shake her.

She was panting and sobbing. Her trembling arms gave out and her shoulders dropped onto

Alec‘s chest. His hands closed on her waist. ―Roll, brawd.‖

Calum anchored himself in her, and tipped them all over onto their sides. They kept her

sandwiched between them, both still deep inside. Softening, but serving as another anchor in

their possession.

Alec kissed her lips, using his thumbs to wipe the tears from her cheeks. ―Shhh, baby, shhh.‖

With her back to his chest, Calum held her firmly, and his arms around her felt as if he kept

her from shattering. He was crooning into her hair, a quiet rumble of pleasure and soothing.

She never felt so vulnerable, so shaken… So cherished.

The heady aroma of coffee wafted through the cabin as Vic blinked awake. Morning, huh?

The night had ended.

God, the way last night‘s events were hazed over, she felt as if she‘d gotten drunk.

They‘d eventually left the little room in the tavern and gone downstairs. She‘d seen Heather

in the hallway of the tavern. Her friend had waved and laughed when Alec and Calum had pulled

Vic down into the cave. The men had stripped her naked and dragged her out into the freezing

night, as she spit curses at them.

But then... She sighed. In cougar form, they‘d played in the last of the moonlight, chased

each other through the mountains and valleys, tussled in the snow, and run together—Calum on

the right of her, Alec on the left. The world had been beautiful...magical.

Now morning had arrived. Magic all gone. Back to reality. She poked her nose out of her

warm cocoon of blankets and considered the chill in the room. Maybe she‘d give it another hour.

Surely one of the guys would put a bigger log on?

―She‘s awake.‖ Alec‘s voice.

―Do you suppose she will join us sometime today before the sun goes down?‖ Calum‘s dry

tone.

Hell, that was known as peer pressure. And it worked, dammit. She flung the quilts back,

shivering as the cold air touched her nice warm body.

The guys sat at the little table wearing only their jeans. God, would she ever get tired of

looking at them? Alec‘s broad chest had a light golden furring over his thick pectorals. Calum‘s

silky chest hair contoured his sleek muscles. Her fingers tingled with the need to touch—until

she saw the red scratches across their chests. Bite marks on their shoulders. Had she done that?

Flushing, she rolled over and buried her head. Various aches roused with her movement. Her

leg muscles complained that she‘d run all the way up a damned mountain. Her breasts felt tender

and swollen, and every private part down below was extremely sensitive. Her asshole held a

lingering burn as if reminding her of how Calum had taken her.

Then the rest of her memories of the night returned with horrifying clarity. First she‘d

bedded Calum, and…she‘d actually let Daniel drag her upstairs. Had wanted him, at least for a

while. And the guy named Zeb… Fucking-A. She‘d acted like some nympho with a broken

on/off switch, and she wasn‘t sure whether she should feel guilty about going upstairs with

Daniel and Zeb—or saying no to them. Hell.

How could Calum or Alec think she cared after she‘d enthusiastically flirted with those

other men? Although Zeb had told Alec that nothing happened, but why would Alec believe

him?

Could she tell them she‘d never realized there was a difference between fucking and making

love? And, didn‘t that sound lame? But true. Because it wasn‘t just the physical stuff. Sex with

Alec and Calum touched everything: her emotions, her spirit, her mind. Yeah, like they were the

whole orchestra after listening to just the piano, changing a sweet melody to something rich and

immense. But damned if she could explain that.

With a sigh, she knotted a blanket around her and rose to her feet. Unable to face them yet,

she held her hands out to the fire.

―Victoria?‖ Calum‘s deep voice.

She shook her head without turning.

―Told you she‘d be embarrassed.‖ Alec‘s footsteps padded toward her—and when had she

become able to tell his gait from Calum‘s?

―Vixen?‖ He set his hands on her shoulders, and when she didn‘t answer, pulled her back

against his bare chest. ―You thinking about last night?‖

Okay, she was braver than this. She wasn‘t a little girl unable to fess up to her actions. She‘d

done the deed—deeds—and now it was time to pay the piper. She stared into the fire and

confessed, ―I almost went to bed with Daniel. And Zeb.‖

When he heard the guilt in Victoria‘s voice, Calum closed his eyes. His littermate had been

right. She was more than embarrassed; she felt she‘d done something wrong. He crossed the

room. A glance at Alec, and his brother turned her from the fire to face Calum.

Her lower lip trembled, but her gaze was level, and he could only marvel at her courage.

He‘d never loved her more.

―I went upstairs with Daniel and with Zeb too. Nothing happened, but…I wanted it to. At

first.‖ She looked away and back at him. ―You two didn‘t...go with anyone else. But I did.‖

―Didn‘t Heather talk with you yesterday?‖ Alec asked, one hand stroking up and down her

arm.

She nodded.

Calum frowned. Heather had promised she‘d go over everything. He could have explained,

or Alec, but they‘d decided a female friend would be more believable than the two men who

wanted her so badly. What would she have thought when they said, Go to bed with anyone you

want, especially us two—that‟s what shifters do. Really. ―Heather told you what happens during a Gathering?‖

―Uh-huh.‖ She bit her lip. ―But you two didn‘t—‖

He dared to move closer and stroke her cheek. ―When a female comes into heat, the need to

join with a male can‘t be controlled, cariad. Your instincts are to mate, and to whatever males are

the best. Or who appeal to you most. To limit yourself to one—or even two—is impossible

unless you‘re lifemated.‖

When a frown appeared on her forehead, relief eased the tightness in his gut. She was

thinking, not reacting.

―But you two—‖ she started to repeat.

He glanced at Alec, and his silver-tongued, cowardly brother jerked his chin for Calum to

continue. ―Indeed, we did not join with anyone else.‖ He let a wry smile appear. ―Males do not

come into heat. The scent of a female‘s arousal is all we need. But as the years go on, the desire

to mate with every interested female begins to flag. Alec and I are no longer cubs, and we are

very much in love with you. Last night, you were the only one we could see.‖