The Lion, the Leopard and the Wolf (7 page)

Cocooned between two hard, warm bodies, smelling deliciously like wood smoke and man, Mac took advantage and pressed her face into Trent’s muscular chest. The dark hair lightly sprinkling across his pecs tickled her nose. It was denser down the middle, and she heated from the inside imagining following the trail. She wanted to go where it would lead her, to the thick erection poking her in the stomach. Someone’s hand cupped a breast and another her butt.

She inhaled the scent of Trent into her lungs and wanted to lick her way down to sample the cock rubbing against her. Remembering the taste of Aaron’s essence in her mouth, she loved the power she felt pulling his control from him as she sucked his cock dry. Mac loved how strong she grew as she swallowed his seed and wondered at how good he tasted. She recalled Trent’s complaints. Poor Trent. She’d been feeling sorry for herself up to now, and the poor man’s night had been much worse.

Mac couldn’t resist touching his nipple. He shuddered and pressed her head down against his chest under the covers. She ran her lips over his muscular chest and paused at his tight male nipples. She licked one and sucked. She trailed her lips behind her fingertips, down his stomach along the fine trail. She cupped his balls in her hand and squeezed gently. Lifting them, she massaged them as she took his anxious cock into her mouth.

“Uhmm, God. Oh God, thank you.” He held her face between his hands as she licked and sucked her way over his cock and balls. His fingers began exploring all her nooks and crannies when she turned upside down to devote more attention to taking him deeper down her throat. She’d never get all of him in, but she’d give him what pleasure she could. He couldn’t stop moaning with satisfaction as she played with his sensitive crown, and with each of his guttural male groans, her arousal heightened. Her wet fluid filled her cunt and slipped between her folds. Trent licked the slit and tongued the bar.

She scooted away and turned, wanting this moment to be for him. Her breasts rested under his balls as she took him back in her mouth. She pushed her breasts against his thighs as she sucked harder and deeper, faster, feeling his cock stutter in her mouth a moment from erupting. She put a little pressure behind his balls with a finger and took him as deep as she could, waiting for the spurt that would fill her throat, strengthen her and satisfy her. Would he taste like Aaron? Would his cum increase her strength as Aaron’s had?

Trent’s cock began to jerk, squirting his cum—thick, rich, and delicious—into her mouth. She closed her eyes and swallowed. “Mmm, you taste so good, different. I don’t think I could ever get enough of you.”

Trent held her head in his hands and whispered, “Mac, if you only knew how much I’ve prayed for just that. Your tongue is deadly. Has anyone ever told you that?”

“I’ve never done this before...well, before Aaron...in the sleigh...earlier.” She felt herself heat up thinking about going down on Aaron with Trent up front jacking off in his hand.

“No wonder he was so vocal. Your mouth is so freaking hot. Baby, you could bring a dead man to completion.” He dragged her up his chest and assaulted her mouth with his.

She stopped him and nipped his lip. “Your mouth is pretty awesome too,” Mac said as she cupped his face in her hands this time. He bent over and playfully nipped at her breast. Then he slowed down and took her nipple between his lips, laving it with his tongue, and suckled her.

Her breath came hard and fast, and Aaron’s morning erection hadn’t been hindered by last night’s ordeal. She felt it nudge between her butt cheeks as if it were a divining rod looking for water. He draped an arm around her and caressed her other breast as he slipped his cock between her legs, rubbing against her wet folds, looking for entrance.

The man isn’t fully conscious and he’s sexually dangerous.

Her skin felt somehow different, too tight. Great, she wasn’t even comfortable in her own skin anymore. She was hot and itchy again. Goosebumps rose over ever millimeter of her skin. Both men soothed her with whispered words, breathing hotly on her neck. Their mouths, tongues, hands, and fingers, roamed her body—skin against skin. Hard, hot cocks and rock hard muscles pressed against her, stimulating every opening.

Her all-time favorite sexual fantasy surrounded her like the men she desired. Only this reality seemed better than anything she’d ever fantasized about. Aaron and Trent met and surpassed every fantasy man she’d ever imagined. Would she be brave enough to take what opportunity offered in such a perfect situation? They’d been thrown together. The men were friends and familiar enough with each other to delve into this type of sexual adventure—here together, already naked under the comforter, and touching. Yes, touching, entwined in each other’s bodies, the men didn’t act like they’d mind sharing now if they had to.

“What’s happening to me? I’ve never been like this before. I...I’m so sexually needy. Please, I need you inside me...both of you.” Was that her voice begging to be taken by both of them? She could hardly believe she’d lost her mind enough to ask, let alone beg.

Although they both worked her over pretty well, it was Trent who slid his fingers deep into her cunt, touching her womb, taking her breath away. Aaron slipped a finger in her ass, and waited until she wiggled back against him looking for more. He pulled out and added a second finger before they both plunged into her with only their fingers. The men pumped until she screamed with pleasure and collapsed between them, temporarily satisfied.

With Aaron lying on his side to her right and Trent on her left, first one kissed her then the other. How lovely to be so cocooned.

She rose up on her knees between them, leaned over and rubbed her hand up the full, long length of them. The men’s cocks fascinated her, swelling as she appraised them. Their hard muscled lengths, engorged with blood, jutted high and curved up toward their abs. Plump rounded crowns and thick throbbing veins pulsed beneath her hands as she stroked their darkened penises.

Finally she asked the one question bothering her, “Why not take me this way?” Both men knew what she wanted and strained against their own desire. Neither had penetrated her yet with his cock.

“Not yet, but soon. You have to be prepared.” Aaron glanced over at Trent with a knowing look in his eyes then turned to her. “Mac, I need you sweetheart. My need is great.” He slipped lower with his hips turned toward her and touched her swollen lips, urging her head to his engorged cock. “Lick right there. Oh, baby that’s so good. Right. Suck me, take my strength and the power I offer.”

Mac felt mesmerized by his words, but all her focus remained on the thick cock dancing before her eyes with tasty cum building up and waiting for her to draw it out. She took a hold of it with her lips and licked, then she sucked.

Trent slid down so his cock was level with her chin. While she worked Aaron’s cock in her mouth, Trent’s twitched beside her until she took pity on him.

Then kneeling between the two men’s hips, taking turns with her mouth and hands, she feasted on two of the finest cocks. One by one, they spilled their seed into her mouth and she licked then both clean, leaving not a drop spilt. Like a cat lapping milk, she ran her tongue over her lips and grinned.

When the men were spent, she spread her legs to pleasure herself seated across from them as they watched. The bold behavior went beyond even her fantasies. Trent and Aaron concentrated on her actions with lowered lids and rising staffs, allowing her to work herself, to discover her own pleasure. All the while, she sensed not touching her drove them to distraction.

She felt their desire as if it were her own. As her breath quickened, so did theirs. The three seemed bound in their sexual sensations. What they felt, she felt, what she felt, so did they.

Her red, hot lower lips glistened with the juices flowing from her cunt. Her folds had swollen, separating. Her labia, fat with desire, scented with her liquid perfume, called to the men, begging. Engorged with blood, her clit protruded from her folds, demanding to be touched. She spread her legs wider, tilted higher, and reached back ringing her anal opening. Both men let out a breath and groaned as she pressed a finger in. Took it out. Pressed it back and penetrated her hole with two fingers.

Trent and Aaron had their hands wrapped around their cocks, two-fisting their lengths, squeezing the base to hold back the building pressure.

“The temptation to take her is almost too hard to resist,” Trent growled.

“Almost too great. No one warned us she’d be like this before the change.” Aaron agreed.

Mac half listened to what they said. Her attention drifted in a dreamy haze, as if she saw the world through a cloudy mist. Then the room grew brighter, and when she squinted, the light became bearable again.

The men pumped harder, ejaculating into their hands while she brought herself to completion. Then something happened. She sniffed the air and smelled the scent of the men. Through slanted eyes she watched them hold out the cum in their own hands as if their seed was an offering. When she met their gazes she realized something had changed.

* * * *

She stalked them. Slowly approaching, she sniffed first and then licked the cum off Trent’s outstretched hands. When she finished, she turned and did the same to Aaron’s.

He asked, his voice barely a whisper, “Does she know what’s happening?”

Trent sucked in a deep breath when she sniffed and nuzzled his balls. He didn’t move and quietly said, “I’m tempted to let her lick them clean, but my good sense tells me she’s too unstable in her semi-shifted form. No, she’s still confused. She’s not ready to come to terms with this yet.”

Her body slid over his, and he said, “The change is complete.” Then she turned and did a lazy glide over Aaron. His words confused her. Her long snow white tail flicked past her range of vision, and she stopped to curiously inspect it. She yawned, found a sunny spot on the floor, groomed herself for a few minutes, then stretched out and fell asleep.

Both men let out the breath they held.

Trent got up off the floor and went into the bathroom to wash up.

Aaron pulled on his pants and smiled at Mac curled lazily within the little circle of sunshine.

“Keep your eye on her, Aaron. We have to be careful. She works so damn hard to please us. Even last night, she was strong enough to save you without me.”

“Yeah, she’s a sexual siren with a generous heart, and way beyond my expectations for a mate.”

“...and she’s ours.”

“Yeah, but what is she, Trent? She’s so beautiful. She’s breathtaking.”

“She’s an Arctic snow leopard. Rare. There aren’t any others who can shape shift as one anymore.”

“Then she’s magical and powerful.”

“Yes, and although she’s our mate, she will never entirely belong to us.”

“I know, but do you understand that, Trent? Can you accept a mate like that? One who’ll only ever belong to herself? One we will belong to?”

Trent walked out into the center of the room and watched Mac sleep. “Who could ever fully possess such a creature? Who would want to? Her soul is so bright it hurts my eyes.”

“So what are we going to tell her? And when?”

“Something, soon. I think she already suspects things aren’t what she’s always believed. She saw my wolf, and then my eyes turned last night with my pain, and you shimmered into your form when your temperature returned. At the time, I told her she was tired, mistaken.”

Trent moved around the room cleaning up, preparing. “She hit me in the balls with a snowball to save you—to frighten off the wolf.”

“You heard me. My balls! I was so damned shocked I couldn’t do anything. I wanted to grab her and beg her to lick them warm. Will this lust never end? Jesus, my cock’s been hard since I laid eyes on her.”

“No shit! I no sooner come, and I’m ready for her again. Isn’t the bond supposed to actually grow stronger between us?”

“If it does, God help us.” Trent shook his head.

Maybe when our psychic bond connects, it’ll soothe the lust and intensify the emotional connection between us when we mate.”

Trent scrubbed his hands down his face. “Is she going to wonder why we didn’t go looking for her sooner?”

“Dammit, Trent, don’t start questioning our goal now for God’s sake.”

“No, you’re right. How were we to know she needed two strong, bonded alpha males? She could never reach her potential with one male alone.”

“The destiny was ours—all of ours.”

“Shit, what will she think when she wakes?” Aaron worried.

A slight smile formed on Trent’s lips. “That she fell asleep with two men and woke up with a mountain lion and a wolf?” He tried to lighten the moment.

“Will she accept us?”

“I think she’ll recognize us. She’s taken enough of our essence into her, Cat boy. We’ll be safe as long as she’s sexually satisfied while she goes through the remainder of her transition.”

“You sure you can handle her, Dog boy?”

“That’s Wolf man to you.” He grinned the big bad wolf smile and added, “Oh, I’m sure I can handle satisfying her. It was my name she screamed when I made she come.”

“See, see, I told her you’d never let me forget that.”

The sun slipped into the cabin through the window even there in the dense woods. After an hour or so, Mac’s deep breathing turned to muffled snores.

Chapter 8

As they waited for the miracle of the transformation to complete, Aaron sorted through the meager supplies they brought and said, “She’s going to need to eat when she wakes.”

Trent understood Mac would be famished when she woke up. “Then for all our sakes, you better fix a meal out of the stores left behind in the cabin to tide her over until I can hunt up something more substantial, or we might be dinner.”

Within a few moments, Aaron had the canned stew simmering in a pot on the wood burning stove while the delicious aroma wafted through the little cabin.

Mac shimmered back into her human form, cat-stretched, and curled back up temptingly on the floor in front of them, naked and voluptuous.