Her Warriors (13 page)

Between Beau kissing her senseless and
Geir’s demanding touches as he parted her knees and then prowled
his way between her legs as if he had every right to just park
himself in her most sensitive areas, she was lost. Completely lost
to the amazing sensations these two men aroused in her body. Geir
let her feel his hot breath against her inner thigh before he
licked her there, following with a tender bite that made her
squirm.

And then he licked her. Right
there
.
His tongue rasped over her clit and she couldn’t stifle the moan
that rose to her lips. Beau drew back, letting her come up for air
and she was able to concentrate on the feel of Geir’s hands
gripping her thighs, then moving around to spread her wide open for
his inspection.

When he didn’t do anything more for a
moment, her curiosity made her lift her head so she might see what
was going on. She gasped as she met Geir’s gaze. He was lying on
his stomach between her spread thighs, his fingers tracing patterns
around her folds as he looked at her. His gaze met hers and she
never would have believed blue eyes could get so hot. She saw the
faint hint of a smile on his lips and in his eyes that warmed her
from the depths of her soul.

This quiet man who didn’t smile much was
smiling now from the deepest, hidden parts of himself. She had
brought that joy to him. Somehow, she had been able to give him
that and it made her feel like a benevolent goddess. Jacki marveled
for a moment. She had never once in her life felt like a sex
goddess. She hadn’t thought she had it in her. If she’d thought
about it at all, she would have said she’d be destined for a very
simple sex life—if she had much of one at all. She had never been
terribly adventurous sexually, but it seemed like she was making up
for lost time now. Heaven help her.

Geir held her gaze as he lowered his mouth,
fastening his lips to the little nub in a way that made her want to
scream in pleasure. Her breath came in short pants as her
excitement grew. Geir’s eyes promised so much more, encouraging her
to let go as he sucked on her clit.

When he slid two thick fingers into her, she
came hard against his mouth. She couldn’t help herself. She had
never had such an intense encounter before and it hit her hard.
Geir rode her through the climax, but didn’t let go. In fact, he
began to thrust his fingers in a shallow rhythm that didn’t let the
fire inside her die. No, it fanned the flames higher as he nibbled
on her most sensitive areas with gentle, yet firm touches.

“Now that was a thing of beauty,” Beau
commented, drawing her attention. “What do you say, Geir? One more
time? Maybe we can get her to scream this time.” Geir seemed to
rise to Beau’s challenge because suddenly his tongue was flicking
against her clit in a way that was almost guaranteed to make her
squirm. Beau lowered his head to her breasts, sucking and tugging
gently with his teeth, pinching and stroking with his hands.
Between the two men, four hands and two mouths tormenting her,
Jacki came quickly once more, crying out as she spasmed in renewed
ecstasy.

Beau lifted his head when her body quieted a
bit, making a tsking sound and shaking his head. “You didn’t
scream.” He sighed dramatically. “You know you’ve given us a
challenge now, don’t you?”

“I didn’t mean to,” she admitted, playing
his game. It was a fun game, after all.

“I don’t know,” Beau pretended to think
about her words. She felt Geir disengage, sitting up between her
legs as he removed his fingers from inside her. “Do you think we
need to try something else, Master Geir?” Beau asked, looking at
the other man.

“Indeed I do,” Geir managed to say, though
it was pretty obvious he was highly aroused and very close to the
edge. It must’ve been obvious to Beau too, because he moved back a
bit and gestured politely toward Geir.

“I think she wants to be fucked now,” Beau
said outrageously. “What do you think?”

“I think if I don’t get inside her in the
next minute, I’ll die,” Geir answered rather dramatically.

But his urgency made a similar feeling rise
inside Jacki as she watched the way his shoulder muscles couldn’t
quite contain a fine tremor of need.

“Come into me now, Geir,” she whispered. “I
need you too.” Jacki spread her thighs as wide as they would go as
Geir moved into position. He scooped both of his hands under her
butt and simply lifted her hips to meet his while he knelt on the
bed.

It was a different position than she’d ever
been in before, but it was outrageously sexy. Geir used his massive
strength, his arm and shoulder muscles bunching and flexing,
glistening with a fine sheen of sweat while he brought her over
himself, sheathing his hard cock inside her with slow, deliberate,
unstoppable movements.

He was thick and hard and
finally—finally—inside her. Where, her heart told her once and for
all, he belonged.

Chapter
Eight

Geir slid home and stopped. He stopped
breathing. Stopped thinking. He just stopped for a moment out of
time and felt the rightness of where he was and what he was
doing.

He had experienced moments like this before,
but never during a sexual situation. It was a moment to remember.
To observe and collect. To hold against the ages. A moment of
discovery. A moment of revelation.

Jacki Kinkaid was part of him now, as he was
part of her. No matter what happened in the future, or what he had
to sacrifice to keep her in his life, he would do it. He was her
slave and her protector. Her lover and…if the Goddess willed it…her
love.

Only time would tell. And with that thought,
time started again. He began to move within her, feeling the way
her tight walls squeezed him, caressing him, welcoming him. It was
almost too much to bear.

His inner tiger rose in a way that it never
had with other women. It was only with Jacki that Geir lost some of
his legendary control. The Master was the pupil when it came to
Jacki and what she did to him. She turned him inside out and upside
down. He was just lucky she didn’t seem to mind when his tiger got
away from him.

It felt so good to finally make love to her.
So right. So perfect.

And then Beau moved, lifting Jacki’s head so
that she could rest in his lap, giving Geir a better angle. Oddly
he didn’t mind. His inner tiger was cooperating too. It saw Beau as
a brother of sorts. A companion in the task of bringing their
female pleasure. That was its focus. Pleasuring Jacki was all that
mattered to the cat.

Geir was overwhelmed by his first taste of
being inside Jacki, but he knew that even if he finished quickly,
Beau would pick up the slack and it wouldn’t be too long before
Geir could try—and succeed—in pleasing her again. It felt good to
have a partner in this task. Someone who could keep Jacki at a
fever pitch while Geir got his act together.

It was a surety that he wasn’t going to last
long this first time. Then again, judging by the way her flesh
quivered around him, Jacki wasn’t going to last either. Not this
time. They were both in synch when his pulses became short, almost
violent digs, his body trembling in time with hers when he growled
and came hard inside her.

Geir let her legs down gently, barely able
to get air as he came down from a very high place. He had never
felt such pleasure before and it was more than a little
overwhelming. He took care with her body, stroking his hands over
her quivering thighs as they closed of their own accord. He’d
ridden her hard and in what he could tell was a position to which
she was unaccustomed. He would have to make it up to her. She had
been so accommodating, so willing to do anything he asked of
her.

And his beast had demanded. It had goaded
him into taking her hard and fast, the way it desired. The beast
had been in control for a while there, and Geir was a little
shocked by its desire to come into the forefront when it came to
pleasing their woman. But Geir supposed he shouldn’t have been too
surprised. The tiger within him played a supporting role most of
the time, letting the man rule over the body when it wasn’t in cat
form. Most shifters—Beau most notably—had to fight the beast for
supremacy, even when wearing their human guise.

But Geir had always been different. Now
though, since he had found Jacki, all bets were off. She tempted
him like no other female and when he was with her, he lost all of
his infamous control.

He lay down at her side, placing his head on
her midsection. His cat purred when she ran her fingers through his
hair in the aftermath of the greatest passion he had ever
known.

“You are amazing, Jacki,” he whispered,
knowing she would hear him with her sharp shifter senses.

“You’re not so bad yourself, Geir,” she said
in a slightly rough voice, a tone he had never heard from her
before.

He lifted his head and realized that Beau
hadn’t moved. Beau couldn’t help the struggle he fought every day
with the tiger within. His anger was very close to the surface, but
Geir had noted how calm Beau was when he was with Jacki. She
soothed Beau’s beast and let the man come to the fore. Just the
opposite of what happened for Geir.

Geir moved, knowing that Beau needed her
too. Somehow, he didn’t mind. In fact, he sort of looked forward to
watching Jacki take her pleasure with the other tiger—his new
brother. There was a deep and true bonding going on here. It was
much more profound than Geir would have guessed.

He knelt at her side, watching as Beau
moved, taking the lead. Their eyes met over her body and Geir
nodded at Beau’s questioning look. Beau moved carefully around him,
probably well aware that Geir’s tiger had been in charge moments
ago. There was no doubt that Beau knew to be careful of other
shifters when the beast was in control.

Geir also felt a sense of pride that Beau
was careful of his reaction in particular, because it meant that
Beau saw him as an equal. A lesser tiger wouldn’t have concerned
Beau, who was a strong Alpha in his own right. The fact that Beau
was wary meant he respected Geir’s tiger, which made the cat preen
a bit and feel even more benevolent toward the man-cat it now
considered its brother.

That had happened fast. But such was the way
with the animal sides of their nature. Frequently, the beast knew
faster than the human what to make of any given situation. The
beast had recognized its mate almost instantly. It had taken Geir’s
human side a little while to catch up. It seemed the same thing was
happening with this threesome. The beasts didn’t object and the
human sides were beginning to come around.

Geir watched as Beau leaned over and kissed
their woman, rolling a short distance away, taking her to her side
as he faced her and brought her into his body. She went with a
willing eagerness that made Geir oddly glad. They weren’t pushing
her into this. They weren’t making her do anything she didn’t want
to do. She wanted this too. He could see it in every line of her
needy body.

Geir reached out and stroked her spine as
Beau lifted her leg, angling in to join his body to hers. Geir’s
breath caught as he watched Beau take possession of their woman.
Their mate. And the fire in his gut began to churn anew. He’d never
seen anything hotter in his entire life.

Geir lay down behind her, stroking her back,
her curvy ass, her delicate arm…any area he could reach on her soft
body, while Beau possessed her. Geir was content to watch and wait.
The cat inside him knew something momentous was happening here. For
once, it counseled him to wait. To stalk. To hunt the thing that
was coming on the horizon. Geir didn’t have a clue what the cat was
talking about, but he had learned to listen to his instincts. He
waited…and watched.

And damn if that didn’t make him hard
again.

Jacki made little noises as Beau pushed into
her over and over, driving her higher and higher. When the wave
broke, she cried out and Beau went stiff in her arms. Geir felt the
bed shake with their reaction and it made him want her all over
again. He wanted to feel that bliss. To experience that ultimate
high.

And he could. He just had to wait a bit for
her to be ready again. He had a feeling she would accept him. She
was his mate, after all.

And after what he’d just witnessed, there
was no doubt in his mind that she was Beau’s mate as well.

Beau pulled out after the spasms of ecstasy
subsided, rolling to his back. Geir wound his hand around Jacki’s
middle, pulling her back against him. She seemed content to lie
against him as she caught her breath.

After a while, he realized she would
probably want to clean up. The bed too, would need a change if they
wanted to sleep here tonight. No way was he letting her out of his
arms—even for the few hours left until morning. He decided to take
the lead while Beau was recovering.

He got up and lifted Jacki in his arms,
heading for the biggest of the bathrooms on this level, which as
luck would have it, was attached to Jacki’s room. It was a shared
bathroom between this room and the one next door, which was Geir’s.
They could clean up and then go use the king bed in his room. Geir
didn’t think Beau would object, and it made him pause only a moment
to realize that he was including the other man in whatever came
next.

As it should be, he thought. Their cats had
found a way to coexist. Now it looked like their human sides would
figure it out as well.

Geir put Jacki down when he reached the
oversized shower. There was a teak wood bench along the back of the
large stall. He placed her there, in a sitting position, while he
adjusted the programmable shower to a warm setting.

“You take such good care of me,” Jacki
observed sleepily. She made a pretty picture, leaning to one side,
resting her head against the marble tile along the wall.