Leap of the Lion (The Wild Hunt Legacy #4)(115)
Darcy joined the brothers. Her smile was brilliant as she turned Artair so he could look up at his sire. “Hey, Cosantir. You did good.”
Vic snickered. Yeah, she really did like this woman.
A second later, there were pounding footsteps on the stairs.
Jamie burst into the room. “You’re back! MomVee, are you okay?” The girl skidded to a stop beside Darcy, and her eyes widened.
“Fucking-A, Daddy, we’ve got a whole litter!”
The knot in Vic’s stomach unwound as Calum’s dark beautiful laugh rang out. “We do indeed, kitten.” He planted a hard kiss on Vic’s lips and whispered in her ear, “Thank you, cariad, for keeping yourself and our cubs safe.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
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Just over a week after the rescue, Darcy was curled up in front of the fire, watching two salamanders dance in the flames. She’d been in the game room earlier, enjoying a talk with a couple of the Dogwood females whose brothers had been badly wounded.
The front door opened, and Darcy looked up to see two annoyed males stalk in the front door. They spotted her immediately.
Run!
Heavy footsteps thudded behind her as she fled across the room and up the stairs—giggling uncontrollably. She darted down the hallway, into her room, and spun to shut the door.
Too slow.
An angry cougar shifter picked her off the floor and tossed her onto the bed. A knee beside her hip, he came down on her, squishing the air from her lungs with his heavy body. Gripping her wrists, Owen slowly stretched her arms over her head, immobilizing her.
She couldn’t stop grinning. From the way they’d entered the lodge, she knew the prank had worked.
Gawain closed the door behind him and shook his head. “For someone with such an innocent face, you have an evil streak, my pretty panther. Calum was appalled to have his meeting broken up by wayward farts. What did you do to our phones?”
“You’re going to pay, little cat.” Owen’s deadly growl reverberated in her ear.
She burst into another giggling fit and felt his lips curve against her cheek. It hadn’t been easy to set up the farting app to start making bowel noises on both phones at the same time, but…hey, she was a sneaky cat, and Ryder had been delighted to help.
Gawain gave her a regretful look. “She’s out of control, brawd. We can’t allow our student to treat her aging mentors with such disrespect.” He lit a candle on the dresser.
Aging mentors? Seriously? She almost strangled on a laugh. “Oh, sorry. How could I forget about your advanced years?”
Gawain’s eyes narrowed at her syrupy sweet tone.
“But, let me assure you, you two cats have still got it…even if you don’t remember what it is.” Ignoring the choked noise Owen made, she assumed a sad expression. “Then again, these days, maybe the only thing turning hard on you is your arteries?”
“That does it.” Gawain ripped his shirt over his head, and oh, talk about powerful muscles.
Her mouth went dry at the voracious desire in his eyes.
“She is very disrespectful, aye.” Owen ran a finger down her cheek. “She should be naked before I beat on her.”
“Beat on me? I don’t—”
“Let me help with that.” Finished stripping, Gawain gripped the hem of her jeans as Owen undid her jeans button.
“Hey!” Excitement rising, she pushed at Owen. “Two against one isn’t fair. Besides, I was hurt. Shot—remember?”
Owen laughed. “Donal healed you, remember?”
She scowled.
Ignoring her struggling, he unzipped her jeans. “Now, brawd.”
Gawain gave a yank, and her jeans came right off. Dammit.
With ruthless hands, Owen rolled her far enough to grab the back of her T-shirt and pulled it over her head. He grinned at Gawain. “Why don’t you pin her down while I get ready?”
“My pleasure.” Stark naked, Gawain came down on her, hands gentle, but he didn’t need to fight—his sheer weight pinned her to the bed. And as she squirmed, she felt his erection lengthen against her bare belly. He rumbled a laugh. “Fuck, you feel good.”
“So do you. Always,” she whispered. “Does this…need…ever go away?”
The sun lines at the corners of his eyes deepened. “Lust alone will fade. Lust when mixed with love? Never.”
Oh, she was in trouble, because she was so filled with love for them it was difficult to breathe.
He tilted his head in query.
Instead of talking, she wound her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. He teased her lips with his tongue, his teeth, then dove deep inside, possessing her with an intensity that sent her mindless.
“I call dibs on these, brawd,” he said, moving down to kiss her breasts until she was arching up for more. “I can think of several ways to punish our female.”
Now naked, Owen pushed her knees apart to make room for himself. He settled between her legs and licked over her pussy, looked up…and smiled.
And she knew then, that her need for Owen and Gawain would never disappear.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
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Smiling, Gawain breathed in the sweet scent of female. The sun was streaming in the window, but the catling was still sound asleep. They’d worn her out last night. May the Mother save him, but Darcy was amazing. Beautiful. Generous. Sweet. Ours.