Rogue Shifter [High-Country Shifters 3] Page 7

  Malik picked up a piece and popped it in his mouth. His eyes closed as if he’d just stepped one foot closer to heaven. She picked up a small ball like the one he’d tried and tasted it. “Mmm. This is good.”

  Malik whispered in her ear. “Not as good as your pussy tastes.”

  Oh, my God. He so did not just say that. Heat raced up her face. At least his comment confirmed what they’d be doing after dinner.

  Cavon insisted on paying for the meal. Cal Martin wouldn’t have paid him after Cavon only worked one day, but she figured his pride prevented him from using Lara’s card or hers. He was truly a one-of-a-kind man.

  Malik stood and pulled out her chair. “Thank you, Master.” She winked.

  He leaned over. “I think we can dispense with the formality tonight.”

  Just thinking about what delicious events were about to unfold, her pussy nearly exploded. They stepped outside, and the balmy evening seeped into her soul. There was a hint of cedar in the air, but it was intermittently mixed with something else, probably the garbage behind the restaurant. As they passed the alley, a man in a white apron was shooing away about five cats from the dumpster.

  Her heart went out to them. “Poor little kitties are hungry.”

  Malik grinned. “Wait here.”

  Cavon looked up, and from his expression he was sending out some kind of warning to his brother. Damned this telepathy stuff. “What did you say to him?”

  “Be careful.”

  “You know what he’s up to?” At least Cavon wasn’t trying to stop Malik, so it couldn’t be too bad.

  “Yes.” He walked her passed the entrance to the alley. They stopped and peeked around the corner. “Just watch. This should be good.”

  Every time the cook would sweep a kitten away from the spoiled food, another one would come in and jump on the garbage. The man picked up the downed bags and tossed them into the open smelly dumpster. That seemed to prompt the cats to climb on top.

  “Shoo.” The worker waved his broom again, but the cats seemed unfazed.

  Out of nowhere a huge lion jumped from behind the dumpster. The man let out a shriek, and Amy had to clamp a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing out loud. The man brandished the broom in Malik’s face. If this had been a real mountain lion, she bet that would have been the man’s last act.

  Instead of scaring the poor guy, Malik roared at the kittens, faced the man, and whimpered. He tucked his tail between his legs and raced off. The poor cook dropped to the ground. At least the little kitties heeded Malik’s warning and charged off.

  She had to step away from the alley before she gave away her presence. She plastered her back against the wall and wiped the tears from her eyes. “That was the funniest thing I’ve seen.”

  As casual as could be, Malik rounded the corner in front of the restaurant and sauntered toward them. Once he reached her, he kissed her. “Like the show?”

  “It was too much fun. No one got hurt, but you do need to be careful. You never know how some people will react. That cook could have a gun stashed on him.”

  He winked. “I guess I’ll have to watch my step.”

  Not wanting to alert the cook that anyone had caught him being confronted by a lion, they hurried down the street.

  Three kids crossed the street and shouted. “Malik.”

  She recognized one of them as the boy who Malik had given advice to.

  “Hey, Jeremy. Practice any of the moves I told you about?”

  The kid glanced at her and Cavon. A few seconds passed. “They know,” Malik said.

  She kept forgetting about the shifters’ ability to communicate without speaking. Her fists unclenched.

  “The three of us have been discussing tactics.” Jeremy turned to Cavon. “Your friend is an incredible fighter.”

  Cavon smiled. “I know.”

  “Malik showed the three of us some really good moves this afternoon.” The other two boys grinned and nodded their heads.

  Now she was confused. “Malik, you saw these boys today?”

  He told her how he was out for a run in the forest and sensed they were near.

  One of the other boys stepped forward. “Malik dared us to try to even touch him, but we couldn’t. Not even when it was three against one.”

  Malik shoved his hands in his pockets. “Aw. It was nothing. Remember, I spent my whole life learning how to fight. You guys are just beginners.”

  His graciousness thrilled her, but as happy as she was to see Malik shine, she wanted to touch him herself. “It was nice running into you again, but I promised Cavon and Malik some dessert at my house and I don’t want it to melt.” Please believe my lie.

  “Oh, sure. See ya.” They all trotted off.

  Both men smiled. Cavon’s lips brushed her ear. “If it does melt, can I lick it off your pussy?”

  “We’ll just have to see.”

  She couldn’t wait to get them home.

  Chapter Seven

  When they got inside her house, the place smelled fresh. This morning, she’d sprinkled cotton balls with peppermint oil, placed them on a saucer, and stashed them under the sofa. It gave the air a nice scent. Her men had a keen sense of smell, and she didn’t want them being put off by some stale odor.

  Cavon wrapped his arms around her. “You know what?”

  She looked up and grinned. “What?”

  “We never stopped for dessert.”

  She sucked in her bottom lip. “I might have something you could eat.”

  He scooped her up in his arms. “Really? As long as you’re offering…”

  She lightly punched his chest. “I haven’t even told you what it is.”

  “Kitten, I only have one thing on my mind and there’s no preparation needed except for a little kissing and a lot of touching.”

  She laughed until her eyes teared. These men never failed to please her. Once they reached her bedroom, Malik pulled down the spread and Cavon gently placed her on the cool sheets. She was still fully dressed. So as not to get the sheets dirty, she toed off her shoes.

  Both men sat on the end of the bed and pulled a shoeless foot in to each of their strong hands. “Just relax,” Malik said in a tone that oozed seduction.

  She could get used to this fast. Their thumbs were large enough that one swipe across her instep brought divine bliss. The exquisite pleasure raced up her legs and pooled between her thighs. How were they able to stimulate her this fast? She’d never been easy in the past. In fact, getting her moist had always been a feat for any man. With these two, she had cream dripping down her thigh simply by being in the same room with them.

  “I think she is way overdressed for this dessert party.”

  This wasn’t fair. She pushed up on her elbows. “How about I undress you two for a change?”

  The glanced at each other and were probably doing that mental communication thing. Cavon nodded. Yes!

  She got off the bed, walked toward the door, and curled her finger for Cavon to come to her. He grinned and did as she asked. Being short sucked. After tugging on his shoulder, he leaned over.

  “I want to suck Malik’s cock while I fuck you, but I need your help.”

  His breath hitched and that thrilled her more than anything.

  “What do you need me to do?”

  “Don’t tell Malik, but as soon as I undress him, do you think you can handcuff his hands behind his back?”

  Cavon stood and laughed. Great.

  “Shh.”

  “Okay, I’ll try, but he’ll let me only if he agrees. The man’s a beast.”

  So she’d noticed. “Do your best.” As she walked back to the bed, Cavon lightly swatted her ass. The playfulness put an extra boost in her step.

  She moved in front of Malik. “I do like this shirt, but it needs to go. I want to see that huge chest of yours.”

  He glanced over his shoulder at his brother.

  She tapped his shoulder. “I want your undivided attention, slave.”


  He cracked up. “I’ll give you my attention all right once I throw you over my lap and spank you.”

  She gave him her best pout. “How about this. I’ll take off my shirt if you take off yours?” She rubbed her hand over her tit and squeezed her nipple, but the shirt and bra got in the way.

  “It’s a deal.”

  She expected him to go first, but apparently he was waiting to see if she’d uphold her end of the bargain. As sensuously as she could, she unbuttoned her blouse and lowered the material over her shoulder never taking her gaze off his face. She had him now. Licking her lips, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. The release was divine. Once she let it drop to the ground, Malik leaned over, but she stayed him with a palm. “Not yet. You have to earn the right to suck on my tits.”

  “That so?” His lips quivered as he attempted to appear serious.

  He started to lean over but then allowed her to stop him. “I think it’s your turn.”

  He slipped out of his shirt in no time. Given he was used to only wearing a loincloth, she bet wearing pants and shirts wasn’t all that comfortable for him. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Cavon approach silently with the cuffs in hand. To keep Malik distracted, she pinched her nipple and moaned, hoping he wouldn’t hear the cuffs rattle. She was positive that he’d communicated with his brother what he was about to do because when Cavon snapped open the cuffs, Malik didn’t flinch. In fact, she swore he moved his hands behind his back before Cavon reached for his wrists.

  “Hey, what is this?”

  She had to laugh. “You are such a bad actor.”

  Once he was restrained, she unhooked and unzipped his jeans. She wasn’t fooled into believing that he couldn’t get out of the cuffs if he wanted to. All he really had to do was shift and slip the damned things off, but he was playing fair. For that she would reward him.

  She tugged the tight pants over his ass, and his cock sprang forward. Her breath caught as she remembered his magnificence. “I can’t wait to suck him.”

  Malik closed his eyes for a moment. “You will be kind, won’t you?”

  “Oh, absolutely.”

  Cavon was shaking his head behind Malik. She was almost tempted to release Malik, but it would be so much more fun to tease him. Once she had him toe off his boots, she helped him step out of his jeans.

  “I’ll get to the briefs shortly.”

  She maneuvered around so that she could sit on the edge of the bed and pulled him forward, ready to get his lower half naked.

  “How about taking off your skirt and panties and touching your sweet pussy, honey?” His jaw twitched.

  “I might if you’re good. You need to be patient.”

  “Oh, I can be patient.”

  She hooked her thumbs in his briefs and inhaled, waiting for the right moment to reveal his glory.

  Cavon moved to her side and pulled her up to a stand. “Just ignore me and go about your business.” He twisted her to the side, which forced her to turn Malik toward her. Now all three were in a row with Malik in front and Cavon taking up the rear.

  She could only imagine what he would be doing while she sucked Malik’s cock. The thought of him impaling her with his cock sent delicious shivers up and down her spine. Her pussy creamed when she thought about someone as gentle as Cavon coming in her ass.

  She leaned over and decided to give him free reign. To help him, she spread her legs and jutted out her hips. Cupping Malik’s balls, she tightened her grip and elicited a groan for her efforts. His elbow jerked forward as if he wanted to touch her tits but forgot that he was in cuffs. She swallowed a smile, and she took tiny licks up and down his cock.

  “Damn, woman. No man can withstand this.”

  “Slave, do not come, or there will be consequences.” She could list a few, but it would punish her more than him.

  “Such as?”

  Damn, he had to challenge her. “I will give my pussy to Cavon for as long as he wants, and you will have to watch.”

  She was pleased with her quick thinking.

  He leaned forward. “You will pay for this.”

  Malik was all bluff and not so much bluster, or so she hoped. She stifled a giggle just in case she didn’t really know him well enough. To mollify him a little, she drew his cock into her mouth, and at the same time fisted the base. Squeezing him tight, she drew her hand upward and nearly met her fingers with her mouth. The man was too damned long for her to touch every inch of him.

  Cavon tugged on her skirt and pulled it down to her ankles. “Step out of this.”

  Not wanting to stomp on it, she obeyed. To tempt Cavon, she jutted out her hips. He groaned, and Malik chuckled. She didn’t want to know what they’d telepathed to each other so she continued to suck on Malik’s cock, but she got a little distracted when Cavon pulled down her panties. He tapped her leg for her to lift it so he could get her out of them. When he rubbed his cock down her crack, her body sizzled with desire.

  Cavon stepped back, and she took the opportunity to lift off Malik’s cock and give her full attention to his hard balls. She was only able to suck on one of them, but Malik stepped out of reach. She stood.

  He closed his eyes for a moment. “I was about to come. Give me a second.”

  She loved that she could create such havoc in a man as powerful and sexual as Malik. She wiggled her finger for him to come forward. “I’ll be good.”

  His mouth skewed to the side as if he wasn’t sure if he could trust her. Eventually he moved. When he got within reach, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her tits against his chest. His cock came to her belly. Small electric pulses shot across her skin where her body made contact with hers.

  Malik groaned. “How is this better?”

  She didn’t get to answer, because he leaned down and kissed her. If his hands had been free, she bet they’d touch her everywhere. She stepped back. “I think I need to untie you.”

  He grinned. “You want me to sink my fingers into your pussy, don’t you?”

  “No fair reading minds.”

  He dropped back his head and laughed. “Trust me, all I need is my eyes to know what you want.”

  The key sat on the bed. She shoved it in the hole and the cuffs released. His hands immediately shot to her tits. He lifted them up, one in each hand, as if he were testing if they both weighed the same. When he rubbed each nipple with his callused thumb, sparks of need drove through her and moistened her pussy to a point where she could smell her own arousal.

  The scent of lube filled the air, and she got goose bumps knowing that she’d finally get to experience something new.

  “Bend over, kitten.”

  Malik rotated her to the side and placed a firm hand on her back. She planted her hands on her knees for support, and Malik slipped his free hand under her and pinched her nipple. The quick shot of pain turned her on even more than she thought possible.

  Cavon tapped her back. “Bro, I think it would easier if you haul her onto the bed and have her straddle you. That way you can hold her down.”

  For a second, every cell in her body tensed. Malik swooped her up and together they got onto the bed. She didn’t really believe that either one actually needed to hold her down, but they probably thought their tough act heightened the sexual experience. They were right.

  “You come and stretch out on top of me, but be careful of my cock. I want to play with you a while before I impale you.”

  She laughed at Malik’s wording.

  “You think that’s funny, honey?”

  The funny honey comment only added to the humor. “No, Master Malik. Not at all.” She totally failed to keep a straight face.

  Cavon climbed on to the bed behind her and lifted her ass. “Malik, hold on to her thighs so she doesn’t move or we will have to give her a spanking.”

  “Ooh, I can’t wait.”

  Neither said a word, but she was tossed over Malik’s lap faster than she could say his name. His big cock dug into her side
, but she wasn’t going to complain. Cavon grabbed each ankle and spread her legs wide. The constraint sent sharp streaks of pleasure straight to her pussy. Her body shivered in delight at the anticipation. She imagined being impaled by Cavon’s big cock, but instead, Malik brought down his hand onto her ass so hard, her breath caught.

  Heat splashed across her ass, and she was sure there was a large, red handprint on her ass. If she asked him to take a picture as proof, he might laugh. Maybe she’d ask some other time.

  “You still like being punished?”

  Most likely he was asking if she wanted another slap. “Yes, Master. I don’t think my ass is red enough. I’ve been a very bad girl.”

  Malik delivered two more hard slaps. The pain shocked her at first, but the spasm claiming her pussy was well worth it. She’d almost climaxed. What was wrong with someone who liked the pain?

  “Is that all you got?” That was the same taunt he’d given those stupid wolves. “I thought you could hit hard.”

  “Let me try.” Cavon’s tone held a little too much joy.

  Malik pressed two fingers into her pussy, and she wiggled her butt. “I’m so close.”

  “Do not come or we will tease you unmercifully.”

  She doubted Malik or Cavon would follow through because that would mean they couldn’t get satisfaction either, but tempting them might be really dumb. “I’ll try.”

  She bit down on her lip so hard, she thought it might bleed. Cavon let go of her ankles and wedged his way between her legs. One thigh must have pressed against Malik’s hand, because his fingers traveled down her channel even farther.

  Don’t come.

  Don’t come.

  Four times four is sixteen. Five times five is twenty-five. When Malik wiggled his fingers, she totally lost it. The rush of hormones drowned her in pure lust. She screamed as her release took her away.

  “She came.” Malik withdrew his fingers a second before Cavon’s hand came down on her ass.

  She jerked from the pain, but dammit, she wanted more. The contractions made her pussy cream again.

  “Put her back on the bed, and this time, hold her still.” She might have tensed had it not been for the chuckle in Cavon’s tone.