Harvests Pride (3 page)

Chapter Three

What the hell was wrong with her? It was as if she stood outside her body and watched herself going nuts. A feral beast had been unleashed inside her and she knew she’d claw the face of any woman who touched them.

And she didn’t understand it.

But as their hands closed on her, the painful agitation inside her eased and quieted. She’d soon have her needs filled.

“What’s happening?” she murmured, not caring that much at the moment. More than anything, more than all her sensible reasoning, she just wanted to be in their arms. She’d figure out the rest later.

“Destiny,” Kaz answered. His hand lifted to her hair, burying in the tresses as he cupped the back of her head. Angling her mouth to his, he kissed her. His tongue delved inside, sweeping across hers. He breathed into her, and her eyes rolled back in ecstasy as her knees buckled. Lightheaded, she clutched them while they held her up.

Myan’s body pressed to her back as his hands stroked up her arms, electrifying her as he brushed the hairs there. Shudders racked her while her breaths came in gasping sobs. Her mind blanked to anything but them.

“Please…” she begged.

“If we take you now, there’s no turning back,” Myan said.

Going back where? To her empty existence? “I don’t care,” she breathed. There were worse things out there than sex with a couple rock stars even if it screwed her interview. Oh God, she really didn’t care.

Lifting her legs, she wrapped them around Kaz’s hips. He growled, clamping a hand over her ass as she rocked against his cock. The hard length ground into her pussy, and she could nearly feel him inside her. At the same time, she was so empty. So, so, so empty.

Chairs clattered to the floor as he pushed her to the table and lifted her ass to the surface. Myan was at their side. He reached in, unfastening her shirt buttons and pushing the garment down her arms. Her wrists were tangled in her sleeves. He fiddled with the cloth, but rather than free her, he trapped her further, tying her hands behind her back. Immediately, he went after the front clasp of her bra. In moments, it was down her arms and atop her shirt.

“Yes,” Kaz growled, pulling from her mouth. His lips captured the tip of one breast, and Myan took the other. Hanna cried out. Her back arched as she pressed into them and the tugging sensation that threaded all the way to her clit.

“Oh God,” she cried out as she leaned back on her hands. “Yes…oh my God!”

Their teeth scraped over her nipples while she shook, tremors exploding to her extremities as an orgasm rocked through her. They never paused. They sucked and tugged while she quaked, begging incoherently for more. She pulled at her wrists, wanting to touch them, but only managed to knock herself off-balance and fall back to the table. The jarring sensation failed to shock her to her senses, and instead amplified the wildness of the moment.

One of the men fumbled with the closure of her pants as they bent over her, intent on their worship of her breasts. Her trousers and panties were shoved down and off her legs, along with her shoes. Fingers parted her pussy. They pushed along her folds, gliding through her wetness until finally—
finally
—they centered on her clit. Hanna lifted her feet and braced them on the edge of the table as the man between her legs tormented the bud of flesh until she was gushing over his hand.

“Oh, yes,” Kaz murmured, releasing her breast. He moved down her body, to kneel between her legs. He pushed her thighs further apart and pressed his mouth to her.

“Kaz,” she gasped, and tried to reach for him. Her bound hands emphasized how at their mercy she was. They could do anything and right now, she’d take anything. She was theirs.

His tongue lapped over her then darted inside to gather her cream.

“Share,” Myan demanded, moving to kneel beside him. They draped her legs over their shoulders, holding her wide to accommodate both their heads. Taking turns, they delved inside her to taste all the nectar her body would offer. One of them pushed his fingers into her cunt, fucking her for even more of her juice. Teeth clamped on her clit.

Hanna screamed as another climax clawed through her, arching her body on the table. The fingers never stopped, but Kaz moved to lie beside her on the table. He drew her head toward him and kissed her. Her taste flooded into her mouth, combined with a masculine flavor that was all Kaz.

“I’ve waited for you for so long,” he murmured, his eyes shiny with his need and emotion. The truth in his gaze struck deep in her core. This wasn’t a line. He meant his words.

Myan stood while his fingers kept working over her. He gave her a quick kiss as well. “Time to ride, sweetheart,” he said. “Kaz is a few minutes older so by decree, he goes first.”

Her brow furrowed, but she couldn’t form the words to question his statement. He helped her sit up then pulled his fingers from her cunt. Slowly, he licked away the release coating his hand. Grinning darkly, he helped her move over Kaz.

Kaz had stripped off his pants somewhere along the line, and his massive cock curved upward as she straddled his thighs. The tip leaked pre-cum and painted his belly as he waited. Gently, he grasped her hips and guided her forward. Reaching between them, he moved the head to her opening.

“This is what you want?” he asked. “No turning back?”

“No turning back,” she gasped. She rocked her hips, desperately trying for more of him and only succeeding in getting his tip. She groaned. “Please. Kaz. Fuck me. Please!”

Myan moved behind her, giving her balance as she writhed, then Kaz lowered her. His girth pressed her open, the width more than she could remember having, especially after over a year of abstinence. She whimpered as her passage stretched with the sweetest of painful pleasures. He felt so…
perfect
inside her as her tissues adjusted to accommodate him. And…he was so deep…

Her moan echoed around them as she rocked, lifting and falling on his cock. Kaz held her hips, guiding her as he thrust up into her. Myan slid his hands up her body, cupping her breasts. She leaned into his grasp as he rolled her nipples. Suddenly, it seemed as if she flew between them as they led her body down the road of pleasure, holding her, driving into her.

Kaz’s curved cock scrubbed across her g-spot with each dig and sent lightning shooting through her. She howled, her head lifting as her cry colored the air and her pussy squeezed around him. Her climax shook her, paralyzing her until it was only Kaz moving beneath her, shoving through her clenching folds until his head dropped to the table and he roared his completion. His bellow rocked through her as she felt his molten cum splash into her.

He rolled her so he was over her and her hands were trapped beneath her then he kissed her hard. She felt him move aside and another cock pressed to her sodden opening. Through hazy eyes, she saw Myan standing between her splayed legs and smiling down at her.

“Hi beautiful,” he said as he grasped her hips and pulled her to the very edge of the table. “Can I come in?”

In a daze, she nodded. As if she’d say no… The tension in her womb had eased after Kaz’s possession, but it still thrummed for more. And more was definitely Myan. As she looked at him, the tension and need drew tighter again, until her breaths were tiny whimpers and she couldn’t understand why he delayed, though in truth it was probably moments.

“Myan…” she begged.

His fingers dug into her hips as he slid forward in one slow and controlled thrust. She groaned as he filled her, stretching her much as Kaz had, yet touching her where his brother had not. The angles were different. The pleasure was different. She closed her eyes and smiled, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as he drove into her.

He lifted her legs over his shoulders as he bent forward, completely opening her for his deep thrusts. Kaz leaned over and kissed her neck. His teeth scraped lightly over her skin as he traced one taut tendon that strained as she rocked with his brother’s fucking. Kaz’s mouth trailed over her jaw then settled over hers. He caught each of her hitched breaths as he feasted at her lips. His hand splayed on her belly as she undulated beneath Myan. As his fingers curled slightly inward, she pictured always belonging to them.

As if reading her thoughts, Myan thrust faster.

“Yes,” he groaned gutturally as her body reacted. She squeezed around him, clasping his cock. Flutters shuddered through her pussy and into her middle, exploding into a network of electric pulses. She cried out, arching, thrashing as it took her and she flew into oblivion.

* * * *

Hanna sighed as she stretched. Last she remembered, she’d been on the polished wood table, Myan’s cock deep inside her. Now, she was ensconced in a cushy bed that hugged her body like a cloud. And she was alone. Naked and atop the covers.

Where were Myan and Kaz?

Already, she needed them. Her body throbbed as she leaned up on her elbows and looked about the dim room. She felt the evidence of their possession in the aches that filled her. Only, a repeat would soothe the strained tissues. She moved her legs together, and a small sound of pleasure escaped her.

A resulting low growl resonated around the room.

Hanna jerked, her gaze jolting around as she tried to find the source of the sound. Four glowing eyes stared at her from the end of the bed. She shook her head as large shadowy shapes emerged from the inky darkness—too large to be Kaz and Myan.

A scream strangled in her throat as the beasts moved forward and leapt onto the mattress. She screamed and screamed, yet no sound would emerge. Lions. Two lions on her bed. Her throat seemed to close on itself. She needed help. She couldn’t do more than release a hissing incoherent plea.

A dream. It had to be a dream.

Still, she shook as gleaming teeth caught the moonlight and the lions roared, the wild bellows rattling the windows and terrifying her as steamy heat flowed over her skin.

A dream. It’s not real!

“Help!” she yelled, the plea coming out as nothing but breath. “Please, help me!”

In what seemed slow motion, each lion raised a paw. The claws raked down her belly, her hips and onto her thighs.

The shriek that filled the night deafened her. Finally, sound. But as pain exploded through her body and blackness closed in, she knew it was too late.

Chapter Four

Hanna jerked awake from her dream and blinked in the bright sunlight, panting heavily. A nightmare. It had just been a nightmare. It had replayed over and over while she’d slept.

“Hey, Hanny-Bananny,” a gentle voice said beside her. The mattress depressed beside her, and Hanna turned to see her sister. Mel hugged her. “Welcome home.”

Hanna blinked, confused, even as she turned and hugged Mel back. She squeezed her tightly, all the horror and worry of the past year pouring into the embrace. Mel was alive and here and holding her. The familiar scent of roses filled Hanna’s lungs as she breathed in the perfume Mel had always favored. This was real.

“What are you doing at the hotel?” Hanna asked. “Why didn’t you tell me last night—”

Mel laughed, interrupting her. “Sweetie, you’re at the compound. Myan and Kaz brought you two days ago.”

Two days ago…

“I…
what?
” She glanced around for the first time. The room was huge, but certainly too filled with personal things to be a hotel room. It was also too “farmhouse” couture to be five-star accommodations. To her side, a large window with lace curtains on either side displayed a sunshine-filled yard bordered by a white picket fence.

“This is Myan’s bed…well, I guess, the bed you’ll share with Kaz and Myan—”

“They told you what happened?” Hanna gasped. Red-hot heat crept into her face. How could they tell people—her sister—the personal things that went on between the three of them?

“Hanna…” Mel sighed. She smoothed a hand along her sister’s forearm. “It was…I mean…” She bit her lip. “I’ll have them explain it to you. It’s not my place. They’ll be really happy to know you’re awake. They’ve been worried.”

“No doubt,” Hanna muttered, unswayed from her anger. She would have thought they’d be more discreet. She shook her head. Were they loose-lipped because they’d been afraid when she’d slept for two days after sex—who the hell slept for two days after sex?

Mel stood and bowed her head in the weird deferential way Alexi and those close to the guys on the tour had. “I’ll go let them know you’re awake.”

Hanna caught her hand. “No. Wait. What’s up with the head bobbing thing?”

Her sister bit the side of her mouth. “I…they need to explain that too.”

“No. Please tell me.”

“I can’t.” Mel pulled her hand away and started for the door.

“Melanie!” Hanna called. The other woman stopped and looked back at her. Hanna smiled. “I’m really glad you’re okay, and…I wish this wasn’t so weird. I just want to talk to you and hug you to death!”

“I love you too,” Mel laughed. Before Hanna could say anything else or demand anymore answers, her sister disappeared through the doorway to what Hanna assumed must be the hallway. Alone, Hanna surveyed the bedroom. Though it was quaint in its décor, the furniture was obviously solid and expensive. The white painted wood kept the space bright and clean looking, while dark linens and pillows added a masculine flair.