Leap of the Lion (The Wild Hunt Legacy #4)(125)

Darcy’s tiny purr stuttered with excitement.

Deciding to move them on, he gave Gawain’s ankle two squeezes—for sucking.

As Gawain sucked once on a nipple, Owen sucked on Darcy’s clit. Her gasp was most satisfying.

Time to coordinate. Tap. Tap. Tap. Pause. Suck-suck-suck-pause. Not being female, he had to wonder what it felt like to have a nipple and clit rhythmically sucked on at the same time.

He squeezed once, and they played with licking for a minute.

Two squeezes. Tap tap tap, pause. Tap, tap, tap, pause.

Between his lips, her nerve-ridden nub poked out from under the hood, swollen to hardness. Her hips pressed up for more. Her purr alternated with moans.

Time to end this before she got too frustrated. He squeezed Gawain’s ankle three times and caught his littermate’s grin. Bring down the prey with whatever it takes.

Gawain bent to her breasts, using his hands, his mouth, his tongue—even his teeth.

Her back arched.

Owen bent to his own trail, penetrating her with a finger as he licked a circle around the swollen nub. Thrusting slowly, he savored the satin heat around his fingers. His cock was rock-hard.

He added another finger, pumping faster as he laved and sucked.

Her core tightened around his fingers, and her breathing changed to long pauses between gasps.

Setting his tongue at the top of her clit below the hood, he rubbed…hard.

Her spine arched upward, her thighs closed on his shoulders as if to hold him in place, and he could feel her center contracting in spasms around his fingers. “Ooooooh, oh, oh, oh.”

Laughing, he sucked again—and set off her wail again.

This—this made him feel like the luckiest male in the territory.

As her muscles went limp with occasional quivers, he licked his fingers and nodded to Gawain. “Let’s try it the way we talked about.”

“Aye.” Eyes lit with heat, Gawain helped Owen reposition her on her knees and elbows in the center of the bed.

Owen ran his hands over her shoulders and back, enjoying the way her waist widened into a beautifully round ass. Her skin was silky smooth except for the tiny ridges of scars. But the humans who’d hurt her were dead. It was time to celebrate life. He leaned forward and kissed her shoulder.

As he straightened, she grinned over her shoulder at him. “Doggy style? Are kitty shifters allowed to do this?”

“I believe the original term was the panther pose,” Gawain said in a pompous voice. He handed Owen a condom, glove, and lube packet.

“What’s that?” Darcy almost toppled over trying to see.

“Extras. Humans can be canny, at times.” After condoming up, Owen squeezed lube on his gloved fingers, spread more on her puckered anus, and slowly inserted one finger.


“Oh. Oh.” The surprise of his finger pressing through the narrow rim and up inside her anus sent a shudder through her. Her nerves in her pussy and clit were extremely sensitized now, yet he’d bypassed them, going straight for her back hole.

Her nipples puckered into a throbbing ache.

“We’ve done this in the shower, remember?” Owen’s rough voice was amused.

This position was more vulnerable and exposed than she’d realized, and she tried to swivel her butt out of danger.

He held her in place with a firm grip on her hip. His finger slid out and back in, deeper this time.

“Oh Gods.” Her skin turned to goosebumps at the strange sensation.

Gawain sat beside her hip, one hand resting on her back. “Breathe, sweetling.”

Breathe, how? There was almost no air in the room—and even less when Owen used two fingers. The increased diameter burned slightly, but his slickened fingers slid in and out easily.

Gawain ran a hand down her stomach, and his fingers grazed her swollen clit.

She jumped—and Owen laughed. “She almost squeezed my fingers off. Do it again.”

Owen’s firm strokes in her ass, Gawain’s caressing her clit—at the same time—sent tremors of excitement coursing across her body. Her shivers increased as they held her in place—Owen gripping her hip, Gawain’s arm latching around her waist—as they played with her.

“All right, kitten, I’m going to go slow.” Owen’s fingers slid out.

He was going to…what?

Something pressed against her anus—something bigger than his fingers.

Oh Gods, his shaft. Her fingers curled against her palms. She knew they had intended this…eventually. Now?

Slowly, he breeched her opening, blazing a trail of fire in her back region. His cockhead stretched her to the point of pain before it was finally in. He stopped. “That’s the hardest part, cariad. Are you all right?”

Firmness and caring. Orders and concern. What she’d wanted all her life.

“Darcy?” Gawain asked.

She turned her head to look at him. He looked like a god, burning blue eyes, tanned skin, all muscles—and all hers.

His eyes narrowed, and he stroked her hair. “Catling?”

“I’m so fine.”

His grin appeared, white within his light brown beard. He glanced at Owen and nodded.

Owen pressed in, slowly penetrating her. His shaft was ever so long…and she giggled.

Both males froze.

“What?” Owen’s voice was hoarse. “Have we’ve driven her crazy?”