Leap of the Lion (The Wild Hunt Legacy #4)(93)

He circled her entrance and then pushed a thick finger inside, stretching her, reminding her of that night when she’d been taken so many times.

Owen closed his lips around her nipple and sucked forcefully on the peak.

An electrifying sensation surged outward.

Before she recovered, Gawain began to suck in light pulls on her clit, and her entire core tightened with need. With urgency.

“Breathe, cariad,” Owen murmured.

Opening her eyes, she saw he’d lifted his head and was watching her. His hand on her breast sent small zings of pleasure through her with each caress.

She drew in air and lost it again when Gawain licked and flicked his tongue right on top of her clit. Her eyes closed as all of her muscles tensed. Her fingernails dug into Owen’s shoulders, and he laughed.

As the pressure in her core increased, every cell in her body quivered, waiting for more.

Gawain didn’t stop. His tongue circled her clit slowly, danced over the swollen top, circled, flicked.

A quaking started in her center.

“Now, brawd,” Owen murmured. She felt his fingers on her nipples, pulling and rolling them, and the sensation zinged downward, even as Gawain set his tongue over her clit and rubbed mercilessly.

Everything…everything within contracted into a ball, exploding outward in massive waves of pleasure. She felt Gawain’s hands on her hips as his tongue teased out more spasms of pleasure until even her fingers tingled with sensation.

“Oh my Gods,” she whispered.

She felt Owen’s hand against her cheek as he kissed her lightly and gave her a hug. Gawain lay down on the other side, and she loved the feeling of being between them, bathed in protection and…and affection.

They cared about her. She really was certain of that.

She turned to her right, lifting a shaking arm so she could stroke Gawain’s face. Touch his tan cheek, run her fingers through the soft short beard framing his strong jawline. “Thank you.”

He smiled at her and kissed her fingertips. “You are very welcome, sweetling. It was my pleasure.” She could hear his sincerity—he’d enjoyed himself.

She bit her lip. During the full moon, taking Owen in her mouth had been amazing, and he’d seemed to enjoy it. Would Gawain? “Can I do…? To you?” What was it called?

“Use your mouth on me?” Gawain’s smile grew. “Oh, aye, you certainly can. It’s one of the ways two males can share a female at the same time.”

Her eyes widened. Oh…my. At the Gathering, Owen had mentioned males shared in various ways, and she’d tried to imagine exactly how it all worked. “How, um, where does everything go and who does what and…?”

Owen laid his callused hand on her cheek and turned her to face him. A slight smile softened his hard face as he ran his thumb over her lips. “Darcy, do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

His green eyes lightened, and his voice was gruff. “Thank you. Then, let me arrange everything—and we’ll all be happy, aye?”

He’d be in control, not her. She wouldn’t like letting him take over…would she? The memory of the full moon night made her rethink. When she’d mated Owen, there had been no question as to who was in charge. Did she want that again?

Oh, yes. As she met his steady, confident eyes, any thought of refusing melted right out of her. “Yes.”

He smiled slowly and met her lips with his. His scent filled her with each breath, and he purred as he nibbled on her lips.

When Gawain started playing with her breasts, she felt as if her body was slowly sinking into the grass.


Gawain teased his tongue around Darcy’s velvety nipple, enjoying the sound of his littermate’s purring. Finally, finally, they’d get to share Darcy—he couldn’t think of anywhere else he’d rather be right now.

With a sigh, Owen lifted his head and sat up. “On your back, brawd. This little cat has work to do.”

Gawain glanced at him and caught on. “Work is good for a soul.” He lay back in the grass, put an arm behind his head, and smiled at the perplexed look on Darcy’s face.

“Kneel between his legs, cariad.” Owen positioned her.

To Gawain’s delight, she was completely acquiescing to his littermate’s directions. Yes, she was perfect for them.

Owen took her hand and wrapped it around Gawain’s cock.

As her flush deepened, her fingers curled in a snug grip.

Gawain inhaled sharply. His cock leaped at the heat of her palm, at the feeling of her small fingers around him.

“There’s a good female. You did a bit of this at the Gathering, remember? Now, you can lick and suck, but no biting or teeth,” Owen told her. “The more you can take into your mouth and throat, the happier he’ll be, but don’t go farther than you’re comfortable with.”

“But, how exactly do I…?” Her worry was obvious. She was so sweet—a female who wanted to do everything perfectly when making someone else happy.

As deep into her need as she’d been for her first Gathering, he doubted if she remembered much of what she’d done.

Gawain reached down and covered her fingers on his cock. He moved her hand up and down, and rumbled in pleasure. “This is the movement, whether you’re using your hand, your tongue, or your lips. If I’m purring, I’m enjoying it.”