Leap of the Lion (The Wild Hunt Legacy #4)(126)

“I’m just so glad it’s you and not Gawain back there. He’s very…”

Gawain gave a shout of laughter…because the girth of his erection was impressive. Owen was longer, Gawain thicker.

Even as he laughed, Owen continued to press in, deeper and deeper until his thighs rested against the backs of hers. His groin pressed against her buttocks.

So strange. She gave a wiggle and squeaked as his cock moved inside her. Her whole back area was throbbing around the burning intrusion, yet her clit was tingling, her nipples tightly bunched and aching.

She knew Owen was waiting—and finally, she nodded. “I’m good.”

“Thank you, little cat,” Owen said, his voice rough. “For your trust.” He slid out and in, slowly, adding more lube, wakening new nerves until everything back there seemed alight. “Ready, brawd?”

“Mother of all, yes.” Gawain had his hand wrapped around his thick erection. She really loved his cock, and she licked her lips, wanting her mouth there.

“Not this time, pretty panther,” he said.

Owen curled over and above her, his chest against her back. Wrapping one arm low on her pelvis, and the other over her breasts, he rolled sideways and over onto his back, landing on a pile of pillows. His shoulders and head were supported by the pillows so he was propped slightly up. His ass was on the bed—and his shaft was still in her back hole.

“What…” Squirming against the feeling of being impaled, she lay on top of him with her back against his chest and her head in the hollow of his shoulder. His long legs hung off the mattress—and his feet undoubtedly touched the floor.

Her feet, of course, were dangling in the air.

She turned her head to glare up at him and saw only the bottom of his jaw. “What are you doing?”

Owen chuckled. “I do enjoy each time she asks that question. Want to tell her, brawd?”

Gawain walked to the end of the bed. His lips curved. “He’s giving me access, aye?”

Access to… Oh my Gods.

As Gawain stepped between Owen’s knees, he put an arm under her left leg, catching her knee in the bend of his elbow. With his other hand, he guided his shaft to her pussy, pressing lightly against her entrance. “Are you ready, Darcy?”

She looked up at him. His trim beard covered a strong jaw. Thick muscles widened his chest and shoulders. His biceps bulged as he held her leg up in the air beside his waist. Had there ever been a more gorgeous male? And his deep blue eyes were full of heat—and love—for her.

She managed a nod. Barely.

Owen fondled her breast with his left hand and the other cupped her mound. He lifted his head to whisper in her ear, “Breathe, kitten.”

Gripping his left forearm to anchor herself, she sucked in a breath.

Gawain pressed in slightly—and her breathing stopped. Oh Gods.

He stopped. “Look at me, Darcy. You’ll tell me if it hurts.”

Staring up into his perceptive eyes, she managed to nod.

“All right.” He held her gaze trapped as he relentlessly filled her.

So full. So damn far in.

When he was balls-deep, he stopped and studied her.

Everything inside her was stretched and throbbing. Overwhelmed, she couldn’t think, could only cling to Owen’s arm as he fondled her breasts. His other hand slid lower to stroke her clit lightly—and at the exquisite sensation, everything tightened.

No, she was already too full. Oh, Gods!

Owen’s laugh made his chest shake beneath her—made her jiggle on his cock and gasp at the burning, tingling, amazing feeling. Too many sensations.

Gawain lifted her other leg over his shoulder, leaned forward, and braced his hand on the bed. His erection slid out and back in more forcefully.

She gasped as searing, electrifying pleasure shot through her.

Smiling slightly, he did it again.

Oh Gods, she was so full. Owen didn’t move—which was good since she might have had a heart attack. She could barely manage one cock.

Instead, he slid his finger over and around her clit, and heat zipped up her spine. Her clit swelled and throbbed. Her pussy clutched around Gawain even tighter.

“Our catling.” Gawain ran his hands over her legs, stroking her. “I love sharing you with my brother. Love giving you my seed.” He moved slowly, in and out, simply enjoying her, and grinning every time she wiggled and moaned.

He sped up slightly and every thrust felt so…different with Owen’s shaft inside her, too. Her nipples gathered into aching peaks, and Owen laughed and pinched one.

When her lower half contracted, they all groaned.

Gawain started thrusting fast and forcefully. “Join us, brawd. She’s ready.”

Keeping his hand on her clit, Owen set his other arm around her waist in a hard, unmovable band, and slid partway out of her ass.

She gasped.

Tilting his pelvis, he plunged back in.

Oh, oh, oh. At the ferocious pleasure, everything within contracted around both cocks.

Both males kept moving. Owen slid in, Gawain out. Gawain thrust; Owen withdrew. Their merciless pace increased, and then Owen’s fingers rubbed over her clit.

Her core clenched, and excruciating pleasure fireballed inside her, pouring through her, sending her flying. Her whole body shook as she came.

Without a pause, Gawain continued thrusting as Owen pistoned into her from behind—and ceaseless waves of molten pleasure rolled over her, as endless as the tide.