Panthers' Pleasure [Impulse 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (18 page)

“Are you comfortable?” Vilas asked.

“Yes, but I’d still like to know what it is.”

“It’s called doraphilia,” Rafe said. “Arousal from touching skin, hair, leather, or fur.”

“Well, I guess that works for you guys, given your circumstances.”

“And you look gorgeous in it,” Vilas told her. “All those lovely soft curves…yum. How do you feel?”

“Sexy,” she said, not stopping to even think about it. “I love the way you’re both looking at me.”

“And we love you, babe,” Rafe said, “but we’re not finished yet.”

As though on cue they fell to their knees on either side of her and laved her nipples with their mobile panther tongues. Chantal threw back her head, closed her eyes, and squirmed as wild sensations hit her from all angles. Being dressed like this and having these two touching one of her most sensitive places with nothing more than their tongues was enough to make her dizzy all over again. But this time her light-headedness had nothing to do with the amount of wine she’d drunk. She placed a hand on top of each of their heads, needing the support to stop her legs from buckling when they began nipping at her tits with enough force to send liquid fever coursing through her veins.

“Guys, perhaps we can—”

“She can take it,” Rafe said, nodding to Vilas.

Take what?

Vilas released her nipple and crossed the room, returning with what looked like a couple of clamps connected by a chain.

“They’re nipple clamps,” Rafe told her. “Ever tried them before?”

“No, but I’ve heard about them.”

“They restrict the blood flow to your nipples and make them even more sensitive.” Rafe grinned at her. “Vilas and I wear cock rings sometimes, which have the same effect on our pricks.”

“You’ll look sensational wearing these clamps with the leather harness,” Vilas said. “Will you do it for us?”

“My wedding present to you both?” Chantal smiled. “Bring it on, boys!”

The guys shared a feral grin as they carefully lubed her areolas and attached the clamps.

“Comfortable?” Vilas asked.

“It feels lovely,” she said. “What’s the chain for?”

“It’s weighted,” Rafe explained. “If we tug on it, it’ll increase the pressure.”

“Can I play with your nipples, both of you, before we fuck?”

“Would that turn you on, babe?”

She nodded, unable to explain that she wanted to try and make
them
lose control for a change. “You both have such muscular chests,” she said instead. “It’d be fun exploring.”

“Sounds good to me,” Rafe said, an unholy light in his eyes.

Vilas scooped her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. By the time he’d deposited her on the bed, Rafe was already naked. It didn’t take Vilas two seconds to follow his example. Vilas landed on one side of her with a soft thud and an anticipatory purr rattling against the roof of his mouth. Rafe, the crazy show-off, leapt from the floor and landed on her opposite side, covering more than ten feet with the featherlight coordination of a cat. He lay flat on his back and grinned at her, pure predatory male as he tugged lightly on the chain connecting the nipple clamps, causing surges of sensation to ripple through her in mind-blowing waves.

“Feel free to play with us any time you’re ready.”

He clearly thought that he got to go first. She offered him a seraphic smile and then turned her back on him to run her fingers playfully over Vilas’s chest. Vilas roared with laughter.

“I think you’ve just been insulted, man,” he said. “Oh geez!” he added when Chantal bent her head and grazed one of his nipples with her teeth.

Chantal was conscious of Rafe’s breath on the back of her neck and his fingers caressing her butt as she leaned over Vilas. Without acknowledging Rafe, she took tiny nips at first one of Vilas’s nipples and then the other, slowly working her lips down his torso until she reached his rigid cock.

“That’s it, baby,” he said, holding its base and guiding it into her mouth. “Suck it with those sweet lips of yours. Ah, Chantal,” he sighed as she drew her tongue across its head and licked away the drop of pre-cum that sprang from it. “Keep doing that, darlin’, and I’ll be creaming your throat in no time flat.”

When Chantal felt Rafe’s finger rimming her anus, she instinctively tensed up. He tapped her butt and then dropped a line of hot kisses across both buttocks.

“Relax, babe,” he said in a persuasive whisper. “You’re so goddamned sexy in that harness that you’re driving us both nuts. What you need to do now is put your trust in me enough to let me in.”

Vilas pulled out of her mouth, snaked an arm round her waist, and tumbled her on top of him.

“Rest your weight on my shoulders, Chantal, and straddle me on your knees,” he said. “Stick your butt in the air and let the man do his work.”

This was it then. They really did intend to take her at the same time. She was glad. At least she’d experience the feeling just once before she had to leave them. The memory would have to sustain her for the rest of her days because after this Chantal knew that she wouldn’t let any other men touch her. Like Rochelle, she would end her days alone. Better to be a has-been than a never-was, she thought with a wry smile, more determined than ever to make the most of what was happening to her now.

“What’s wrong?” Vilas asked anxiously. “If you don’t want to do this, just say the word. No pressure, we promise.”

Damn, she’d let her guard down and Vilas had sensed her despondency, read her mind, or whatever. “If you dare to stop then I won’t be responsible for my actions,” she said with enough conviction to let them think she was serious. Hell, she
was
deadly serious.

Rafe’s wicked laugh echoed round the room. “I think she’s up for it,” he said.

She felt cool lube squirting over her ass and then Rafe’s fingers made a fresh assault on her anus. At the same time Vilas reached for one of her breasts, dangling just above his face, and licked the tingling nipple. The pleasure that spangled through her made her shiver, and she barely noticed when Rafe pushed his fingers—more than one, she felt sure—a little deeper.

“Rock your body back against my hand,” he said, tapping her butt to regain her attention. “See how it feels.”

“Oh!”

She sensed the two men sharing a smug glance. “Oh indeed,” Vilas echoed. “We did try to tell you.”

“It’s amazing,” she said dazedly. “I had no idea.”

“I’m not hurting you?”

“No. It burned a little at first, but now it feels absolutely sublime.”

Vilas reached down and parted her folds before placing one hand on her hip and guiding her onto the head of his cock. She didn’t want to go slowly and sank down fast, even though Rafe still had his fingers in her backside.”

“Ah!” she said this time, wondering how it was that her vocabulary had suddenly become so limited.

“That’s it, sweet darlin’,” Vilas said, releasing a heavy breath. “Take it all into that tight pussy of yours and let me love you good.”

Rafe withdrew his fingers, replacing them with what had to be the tip of his cock. Chantal tensed. He was enormous and, despite his assurances to the contrary, she was convinced it would never fit.

“Let me in, babe,” Rafe said, peppering kisses down the length of her spine, his hot breath against her damp skin making her shiver.

Vilas moved lazily inside her, with what felt like a claw agitating her clit, an effective means of distraction. When Rafe tried again she felt him slip past her tight muscle and waited for the pain that didn’t materialize. She relaxed and he slipped in another inch.

“There you go,” he said softly. “Now you’ve almost got us both. That’s what you want, isn’t it, darlin’? You want our cocks to fuck you every which way possible.”

“Yes,” she said breathlessly. “But you’re too big. You’ll never—”

Vilas regained her attention by playing with her aching nipples. Rafe slid in a little deeper, and then deeper still. She felt stretched to capacity, but nothing could have prepared her for the reality of two thick cocks pressing deep inside her. Dangerously close to orgasm, she wanted time to stand still, for all the problems she’d caused for Rafe and the colony to dissipate. She wanted for them to be able to do this forever.

It was never going to happen. Mentally Chantal railed against the unfairness of life. Why had she been given this opportunity, only for it to be snatched away from her again? Given her time over, she’d have preferred to live in ignorance.

“It feels so damned good, boys,” she said on an agonized moan. “I don’t know if I should move, or keep still, or—”

“Don’t move a muscle, darlin’,” Rafe said, rasping the back of her neck with his long tongue. “We’ll do what needs to be done.”

And they did. When Vilas pushed deep into her cunt, Rafe withdrew almost all the way from her backside, making space for him. Then they reversed roles. Vilas played with her tits all the time, tugging on the chain, making her squeal when he lifted his head and took gentle bites of her fleshy breasts. Rafe spanked her butt each time he thrust into it, breathing heavily, telling her all the time that he loved her. Damn it, she wished he wouldn’t keep saying that. This time tomorrow he’d be angry and bewildered by her abandonment of them. He certainly wouldn’t be entertaining any loving thoughts toward her.

“It feels incredible,” she said, struggling not to move in case she threw their rhythm out.

“No arguments there,” Vilas agreed. “You’re well worth waiting for, babe.”

Oh, Vilas!

“Let’s pick this up a bit,” Rafe said, thrusting a little harder.

Chantal screamed. “I can’t…I can’t hold it.” She threw her head back, eyes tightly closed as she desperately tried to delay the moment. “It’s no good. I need to come.”

“Come for us then, babe,” Rafe ordered. “Let it go.”

They upped the tempo and Chantal shattered. Her body pulsated with the tingling, incandescent fire that burned deep within her core. It spread and her orgasm hit like a tornado, destroying everything that stood in its path, including her heart. Heat radiated from every pore and she forgot all about keeping still. She rode the guys’ cocks like they were bucking broncos and she an inexperienced rider determined not to fall off. On and on it seemed to go, cresting, waning, and then cresting yet again, reaching near impossible heights.

“Oh, God!” she cried. “I think I just died.”

“That’s because we’re loving you like you deserve to be loved,” Rafe said, sounding so proud, so full of love, that she wanted to weep with regret.

It was over. She’d finally stopped pulsating, but her head still spun from the strength of the physical alchemy between them. Tears seeped from her eyes, but before they could take hold she felt the boys increase their pace and their cocks swell thick and hot inside her.

“Hell, I’m going to come again,” she said, hardly able to believe it.

“Let’s hit it together,” Rafe said through what sounded like gritted teeth.

“I’m gonna come right now!” Vilas groaned.

She felt both of them pouring their sperm into her at the same moment. It was enough to reignite her orgasm, which this time sent piquant thrills tumbling through her more slowly, but equally powerfully. She had no idea that her body could be so responsive, or that it could tolerate so much pleasure without combusting. The potency of the love she felt for these two gorgeous alphas had to explain her extreme reaction.

They collapsed in a tangle of sweaty limbs, laughing and kissing as they regained their breath. Someone helped her out of the leather harness and removed the nipple clamps. Someone else went to the bathroom, fetched a cloth, and cleaned her up. Then strong arms lifted her and placed her between crisp cotton sheets, pulling the covers over her. Two large bodies surrounded her, whispering loving words as she settled her head on a broad chest and an arm from the opposite side fell possessively across her body.

I’ll remember this night for the rest of my life, was her final thought before her eyelids drooped and she drifted into an exhausted yet very comfortable sleep.

Chantal had no idea what the time was when she woke but figured it had to be late. She was in bed alone, the sheets on either side of her cool to the touch. She still felt drowsy and pleasantly sore. Renewed desire ripped through her as she recalled their activities of the previous day, and she was surprised the guys hadn’t woken her for a repeat performance. Surprised and a little disappointed, if she was being totally honest with herself. They were being considerate, she supposed, by letting her to sleep in. Despondency tore her heart to shreds when she recalled that they’d never get another chance to wake her in the way she’d most like to be woken.

She stretched her arms above her head, trying not to think about this being her last morning in the colony. She’d only been here for two days but had never felt more at home anywhere in her entire adult life. It was as though everything she’d done before coming to Impulse had been marking time until she got here. But now, having found the place where she belonged, she would have to leave it again. Not only that, but she’d somehow have to ensure that Rafe and Vilas didn’t suspect anything until she was far enough away for it not to matter. Their telepathic powers only worked at relatively short range. Once she was north of Tampa she wouldn’t have to block them because they wouldn’t be able to reach across the distance that separated them and lock into her mind.