Leap of the Lion (The Wild Hunt Legacy #4)(94)

Relief filled her eyes, before she bit her lip. “But what if you’re not enjoying it? Or I hurt you? Or…”

Such a worrier. Gawain hesitated, unsure how to reassure her.

With an evil grin, Owen handed a handful of her hair to Gawain. “There. He has a leash to tug if he needs your attention.”

The concept would have annoyed some females. Darcy’s lips curved in a pleased smile. “Perfect. I can do this.” As she regarded him, heat kindled in her eyes.

Elation hummed in his veins at the knowledge that the sight of his body pleased her. To see her arousal as she looked at him was one of the finest compliments he’d ever received.

She stroked his cock, very tentatively. When he didn’t scream in agony, her grip firmed, and she pumped slightly more vigorously.

Simply having her hands—Darcy’s hands—on him at all thrilled him to the depths, but he managed to hold himself to a light purr.

She bounced in excitement, bent, and licked up his dick. “Mmm.” As her small hands played with the fuzz between his legs and around his balls, she inhaled and took him deeper. Her tongue teased his shaft as she clamped her lips around him.

He might combust from sheer overload.

Why didn’t she move?

Laughter in his voice, Owen reminded her, “Up and down.”

She grunted an acknowledgement and began to move, thank the Mother, and the feeling was…sublime. Without even thinking, he purred louder—and was startled to hear a light purr from her in return.

“Someone likes this…even without the full moon heat,” Owen said softly.

Thank fuck.


Why was this so…exhilarating? Darcy took more of Gawain’s cock in her mouth. Each breath brought her his masculine, musky scent, so much stronger around his groin. She stopped to nuzzle the soft hair between his hip and thigh. With gentle fingers, she caressed his testicles. They were round and hot and heavy.

His purring never slackened.

She ran her tongue up his cock, teased out the fat, winding veins, and licked away the drop of moisture at the top. The taste, like the deep forest at night, made her insides clench.

All right, enough playing. Gripping the base, she tried bobbing up and down. Licking. Sucking.

Gawain’s purring grew more intense.

And for some reason, heat engulfed her. Her pussy felt drenched, and her breasts throbbed.

“Don’t stop,” Owen said, even as he moved her right hand to the ground beside Gawain’s hip. The pat on her fingers let her know she should keep her hand there.

Don’t stop. She sucked lightly on the head of Gawain’s cock, and his breathing hitched. Oh, nice. Trying to add variation, she took his shaft almost all the way in her mouth, compressed her lips, and bobbed up, faster than before.

Hard hands lifted her hips up, forcing her to balance on her knees and one hand. When Owen’s fingers ran between her folds and over her tingling clit, she gasped.

She lifted her head and looked back. “What are you doing?”

“Seems I’ve heard that question before.” Kneeling behind her, he grinned. “This time, I’m playing with a little female’s body while she plays with my brother’s body.”

Securing his grip on her hip, he teased around her clit so knowledgeably that a seething tension began to build low in her pelvis. His eyes darkened, his gaze holding her. “And I’m going to take you. You’ll have both our cocks in you, so be prepared.”

Her breathing faltered to a halt. Take her…while her mouth was around Gawain’s cock. Desire built to a steady pulse between her legs.

She looked at Gawain.

He smiled at her, eyes half-lidded, and with a tug on her hair, directed her to resume. “No biting. But you can lift your head up if you need to scream.”

To scream. A shiver seized her. Setting thinking aside, she tried to concentrate on sucking and licking—even as Owen pressed a finger inside before running the slick finger around her clit again.

Hunger churned as the sensitive nub swelled. Her legs started to tremble.

Gawain tangled his fingers in her hair, pulling her head down on his erection.

Even as more heat washed through her, she sucked on the thick shaft. Licked. Sucked. Lifted her head and slid him partway out.

Behind her, Owen moved closer. His cock pressed against her entrance, and even as she took Gawain’s shaft deeper, Owen pressed inside.

Oh my Gods. She thought she’d remembered what he felt like, but she hadn’t. She was slick with need, and there was no pain, just overwhelming pleasure as he breached her entrance.

As the head of his cock pressed in farther, and her swollen tissues were forced to stretch around him, she felt helpless in his grasp.

Lifting her head, she gasped for air.

He paused for a moment, another, then inexorably continued to advance until he filled her completely. When he stopped, his long shaft was planted deep within her.

As her core throbbed around him, she needed…needed more. She wiggled, gasping as his cock moved.

Laughing, Owen pushed her head down, reminding her of the erection resting against her cheek.

With a giggle, she turned her head and took Gawain’s shaft back in her mouth. Sucking lightly, she tongued him, loving the velvety texture.

Owen started to move, in and out, slowly, letting her adjust.

And the feeling…oh, the feeling. Forget adjusting. She rocked back onto him hard and swayed forward to swallow Gawain’s cock.