Leap of the Lion (The Wild Hunt Legacy #4)(92)

The sun was already drying the water from her skin.

Jumping up onto the bank, Owen used his wet hands to stroke the last of the tears from her face. “There. All better.”

“Thanks.”

A grin warned her a second before he put an arm behind her back, lifted his other hand, and circled her nipple with a freezing cold finger.

The nub puckered into an aching peak. She tried to jerk away, and his arm curbed her.

“Look how it jumps to attention,” he told Gawain. He teased the nipple to a long peak.

“You’re impossible.” She glared up at him.

Bending, Owen took her mouth, pulling her against his rock-solid body.

Her insides went into a meltdown.

He lifted his head an inch and whispered against her lips, “Now we can go back to kissing.” Slowly, holding her gaze with his green eyes, he lifted her wrist to his face, inhaled…and smiled.

There was no denying the scent of her arousal. Against her pelvis, his cock was thickening, lengthening. And oh, she remembered how he felt. Her core dampened, preparing for his entry.

He turned her, and Gawain took her into his embrace. He lifted her chin and smiled into her eyes, watching her carefully as he lowered his head.

Her mouth opened to him, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. He followed Owen’s lead, sniffing her wrist, and satisfying himself she wanted them both.

“You could just ask,” she whispered.

He nuzzled her temple and whispered back, “Words can be misleading. Scents don’t lie.”

Moving in behind her, Owen sandwiched her between the males. As Gawain kissed her, she felt Owen playing with her breasts, teasing them, rolling the nipples.

Heat sprang to life within her. Between her legs, she was tingling, swelling, needing. She wiggled against the rigid cock in back, and made a sound. An urgent sound.

“Oh, not yet, little cat,” Owen murmured, kissing the curve between her shoulder and neck. His teeth nipped, and his lips soothed the tiny sting.

Gawain framed her face with his hands as he teased her lips and fenced with her tongue. Against her soft belly, his erection was hard and thick, a promise of more.

Both of them would take her.

Her hands closed on Gawain’s forearms. “I’m…I don’t know how to do this. I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“Cariad, don’t you know we’re worrying about the same thing?” He traced a line from her crinkled brow down her nose to tap her lips. “But there is no right or wrong here. We’re going to go slow…and simply enjoy what happens. Aye?”

A sigh escaped her. She could do that. “Aye.”

Before she could move, Owen scooped her up, holding her cradled against him like a cubling. She grabbed him around the neck and growled.

His grin flashed. “Choose a place, brawd?”

“Over to the left. It’s flat with good grass.”

“Perfect.” Effortlessly, Owen carried her there and laid her down on the lush, cool creekside grass. He knelt beside her on her left. Smiling into her eyes, he laced his fingers with hers, raised her arms, and pinned them over her head. “Here you go, brawd. Enjoy your treats.”

“What do—” Before she could finish her question, Owen took her mouth, his tongue plunging deep. He didn’t release her hands.

A second later, Gawain caressed her breasts. “These really are a treat.” He closed his mouth on her right nipple. His mouth was hot and wet, and he sucked lightly while fondling her other breast. When he rubbed his beard on the underside, the light scratching curled her toes.

Urgency wakened inside her, and the feelings were strange and almost overpowering. She tried to move, but Owen had her hands trapped.

He made a reprimanding grumbling sound and simply kept kissing her.

Gawain switched to her left breast, teasing the nipple with his tongue. He stroked down her waist, over a hip, between her legs.

Her center throbbed in response.

His finger slid between her folds, and she could feel how slick she was.

When her hips lifted and her legs opened to make room for his large hand, Gawain made an approving sound. He kissed her breasts and sat back. “You know, I’ve missed your taste.”

What?

Slowly, he kissed his way down the same path his hands had taken. Her stomach muscles quivered under his soft lips and teasing nibbles.

Owen pulled her arms down and set her hands on his shoulders. “Keep your hands here, kitten. I want to feel your claws.”

She stroked over his contoured iron-hard muscles with her fingertips. Why would he talk about claws? She’d never scratch him.

“Nice. Feels good.” He licked over her lips.

As he kissed her jaw, his beard scruff scraped her skin, rousing more sensations.

Ignoring his order about keeping her hands on his shoulders, she tangled her fingers in his long thick hair. “Are you—”

Gawain took her clit in his mouth, and the excruciating pleasure consumed her.

“Ooooooh.” Her back arched, and her hand fisted in Owen’s hair.

Laughing, Gawain licked over her folds. “That was even better than the scream.”

“Aye.” Chuckling, Owen pushed her breasts together and sucked one nipple, then the other. “Do some more.”

“Oh, I intend to.” Gawain bent his head, tracing his tongue in circles around her clit. When he stopped to flick right on top of her clit, she started melting into the ground beneath her.