Hounded (Shifter Town Enforcement) (18 page)

Fabric snapped in a violent jerk of his hands and she gasped, pleasure spilling through her so hard and fast she bucked between them both as the promise of an orgasm jolted through her, little electric shocks of pleasure tingling through every pore in her body. So damn close.

“Be right back,” Tegan murmured, slipping two fingers up into her briefly and then he was gone, striding down the hall as if she weren’t about to explode.

He had to be kidding her. She needed him, them both,
now
. A frantic mewl poured out of her as she rocked against Kanon, no doubt soaking the front of his jeans as she thrust against the hard length of his shaft. The seam of his jeans rode over her clit, the pressure an exquisite torture that drove her on harder, faster.

“Tegan!” he bellowed out, fingers digging into her ass as she bucked against him.

“Oh, God,” she cried out, digging her nails into his shoulder harder with the violent need coursing through her. Just a little bit more, a little bit... A cool, gel covered finger touched her ass and Kanon’s hands flexed, drawing her cheeks apart as Tegan slipped a lubed finger along her crack.

“Relax,” he murmured, dipping up to the first knuckle inside her. “Just keep rocking against Kanon; he won’t come till we’re ready.”

Kanon gave a strangled sound, probably to protest, but Lennox leaned her head down to kiss him. Wild, unfettered and he thrust against her, just as frantic.

Slow, exquisite pleasure stretched her from behind and Lennox shuddered at the feel of Tegan, gently probing, exploring. It was almost too much, the orgasm too close, then he slowly inched in a third and she screamed, thrashing against them both as pleasure wracked through her so hard and fast she couldn’t stop it.

Kanon growled against her shoulder, teeth skimming along the crook of her neck, but he held back, his cock still straining rock-hard against his jeans. How the fuck he managed it, she didn’t have a clue. Lennox collapsed against him, little tremors of aftershock still running through her when she felt Tegan pull away.

A foil packet tore and she closed her eyes, shuddering as a rubbered head poked at the tight, puckered hole of her ass. Every slight fraction Tegan eased into her, he ground her against Kanon, drawing strangled whimpers of need through them both.

“Shh,” Tegan murmured against her back.

Her body stretched to take him from behind, pain and pleasure melding together. This Tegan’s hips touched hers, her ass resting against the soft curls of hair at his groin. Strong hands wrapped under her thighs, holding her to him, and Lennox gave a low cry.

She’d never, ever experienced anything like this. It was almost too much. Stretched to the point of pain and need and pleasure...

“Go ahead, Kanon,” Tegan ground out.

Then Kanon stepped away and Lennox cried out, reaching for him, but Tegan held her fast, still buried inside her ass. Kanon’s zipper whirred and she watched through hazy eyes as he grabbed a condom from the box, the foil packet tearing.

He was gorgeous. The thick, red head nearly purple with need. Veins ran down the underside of his cock and Lennox wanted to lick down the length of them when they were done.

“Kanon,” she croaked and he flashed her a predatory smile.

“Like me to hurry?” He slid the condom easily over his cock and moved towards them with a slow, cocky confidence that made lust curl low in her belly.

“Fuck me, both of you,” she whispered arching back so that Tegan sank into her deeper. Her body angled towards Kanon and she waited, the head of his cock toying at her entrance. Kanon eased in, every bit as slowly as his partner. Smaller than her last boyfriend, but together, they stretched her past anything she’d thought was possible. Too much, way too much.

She opened her mouth to tell them when Kanon’s lips found hers, his kiss heated with want and she relaxed around him, his cock slipping easily in the rest of the way. Tegan gave a strangled groan from behind her, his breath burning against the back of her neck. They moved together, holding her up.

Lennox clamped her hands down around Kanon’s shoulders. There would be no letting him go,
either
of them go. “Move damn you, both of you.”

A ragged chuckle stole from them both before they shifted, slightly out and then thrusting in tandem back into her. Pleasure shook through her, igniting every nerve until she was nothing more than a blazing inferno. The rocked in her, short, shallow thrusts that rubbed the lengths of their cocks so deep in her, she could have sworn they were touching.

She wondered if they could feel each other and the thought barreled through her in a violent wave. They picked up pace, drawing further out only to thrust back in, grunting as they rocked her between them. Kanon scored teeth over her breast as Tegan found a bare spot on her shoulder. Teeth snared over her flesh, even as the climax built inside her.

Low at first, then burning brighter and brighter. Each thrust and buck from the three of them growing more frantic, wild. Lennox clawed at Kanon, her head tossed back as she growled low in her throat. Possessed. They were hers. Hers to protect, to love, to fuck.

“Harder,” she begged and Tegan thrust sharply up into her from behind, grinding her hips against Kanon’s, the hair over his groin abrading her clit and she shattered between them.

Clutching desperately to keep herself from falling, Lennox could do nothing but ride out the waves, one after the other. Tremors skittered down her spine and they thrust again. Kanon came first, jerking inside her as he suddenly stilled. Tegan came a second later, his hands tight around her waist as he scored her back with his teeth again, a snarl lifting from both of them in a mark of stark possession.

Lennox screamed, thrashing against them as a second orgasm rocked through her, curling her toes. Violent shudder after shudder rocked through her until she’d milked them both dry and there was nothing left to her. They held her for a moment, still inside her, their heads resting on either side of her shoulders. Kanon laid a gentle kiss above her breast before slipping out of her, Tegan following a second later. Her body clung to them, wet sounds sucking at their cocks as she tried to hold them in. Then they were gone. She felt bare.

Empty.

They eased her to the ground, her legs shaky beneath her, but together they kept her from falling. Lennox leaned back against Tegan, his strong arms sliding around her waist just as Kanon leaned across her to brush a kiss against his partner’s lips. She didn’t argue when Kanon reached past her to Tegan’s hips, leading them both towards the bedroom. He flicked back the covers on the bed.

They trashed their condoms and then stretched out next to her, cradling her between their bodies. Lennox closed her eyes and listened to the steady thrum of their breathing. Hypnotic and if she wasn’t careful, she might not want to leave. She peeked out from under her lashes, her gaze trailing down Kanon’s chest. They both had the typical scars from shifter brawls, but there was a star shaped mass of white scar tissue on his left hip.

Lennox ran a fingertip over it and he flinched, eyes flicking open at her touch.

“Where’d you get that?”

The muscle in his jaw leapt, and for a second she thought he wouldn’t answer. But a grim smile twisted his lips before he whispered, “Car accident. I was fifteen.”

His Adam’s apple jumped as he swallowed. “The same one that killed my mother.”

Oh. She hadn’t known. Lennox traced the ridges of the scar. He’d been fifteen when he’d lost his mother? Ouch. She fought not to cringe at the thought. “So your father...” she let the words fall away.

“Doesn’t even know I exist. Prefer to keep it that way.” Kanon’s shoulders lifted in a small shrug. “I spent a few years in the shifter foster care system, getting into trouble with Hounds before I bailed a little before my eighteenth birthday.”

She’d seen his record. He’d been a brawler through his juvenile record, so it hadn’t been that far of a stretch to picture him going haywire on a Hound in a bar. Heck, if Tegan hadn’t been so adamant, she never would have given Kanon a chance. A shifter with a history was almost always one with a future record. Especially in lions.

She nodded. “I saw your record. One of the reasons I expected the worst.”

Tegan sighed against the back of her neck, curling closer until his body spooned against hers. “You’d have waltzed him behind those bars and that would have been it.”

The words fell like a stone in her stomach, hard and pained. There’d have been no saving Kanon the moment he stepped into the local Shifter Town Enforcement office. There still might not be, with whatever asshole framing him.

Normally, she’d have been ruthless, dragging every scrap of information she could garner out of them both. But she didn’t want that hanging over them tonight. Not with the edge of pleasure still simmering beneath her skin, her body damn near liquid with the aftershocks of sex. Instead she tilted her head back to peek at Tegan over her shoulder. “What about you?”

His grin was pure wild, bad boy. “Ah honey, I was a good ole boy. Straight A’s and a football jock. My pa and my older bros were expecting me to team up with them for our little small town pride.”

“But you didn’t.” That much was obvious, him laying here with Kanon and all.

“Spring Break happened,” Kanon murmured over a chuckle.

“Spring Break and Kanon. I was having myself a good ole time—the best I’d had in a long while—when one of the girls I’d been eyeing that night asked if I was up for a three way. I thought it was with another chick.”

“It wasn’t.” Lennox pursed her lips, her stomach doing an uneasy flop.

Tegan nodded. “Yeah, turns out she’d already made plans with one lion and thought she might like to try two.”

Oh God. That was how people got killed. Waitresses in shifter restaurants knew better than to put a single plate of food down at a lion table—every lion needed an individual appetizer plate. Lions didn’t share well
in
their prides; they sure as hell didn’t share well out of them. Lennox had handled more than one case where a pair of lion males had gouged each other up pretty badly, all because some clueless woman hadn’t known what she was getting into.

“Was she human?”

“Nah.” Kanon said. “Coyote. Still didn’t know a damned thing though.”

“I admit. There were a few tense seconds with us both standing there in the room eyeing each other, neither happy about the other one being there. She kept trying to smooth things over, laughing at her own joke.” He grimaced. “I wanted to wring her scrawny little neck.”

“You and me both,” Kanon said. “But I was pretty impressed he hadn’t launched himself across the room at me, and without a coalition of my own I was running solo. I didn’t know if he had backup that would be up there on a roar.”

“So we both just kind of stood there, staring at each other, her giggling nervously between us and I figured what the hell?” He lifted his shoulders in a shrug, but an old smile twisted his lips as he propped himself up to look across Lennox to Kanon. “He wasn’t bad looking, I had agreed to a three way and if he’d be willing to share, we might be able to make it work.”

“And you just agreed?” Lennox didn’t believe it. There was no freaking way. Lions weren’t that polite.

“Well we both grumbled out our terms for a good while and it wasn’t
pretty
. Not really sure if I remember either of us getting her off. But when we were done, she scooted out the door and I don’t remember looking much at her.”

Tegan trailed a hand down her hip, drawing shivers after his touch and she leaned her head back into the pillow to bite back a groan. “So we stayed around and decided to play a little more. By the end of the week, I didn’t want to go home and Kanon wasn’t really looking forward to moving on. So we clicked and stuck together. Rogues mostly, though the new laws drove us to take over Bayrock. Neither one of us appreciate Hounds dropping in whenever they feel like it.”

She winced at that.

“What about you?” Tegan nipped over her shoulder, just as Kanon’s hand found her breast and tweaked a nipple between his fingers. She gasped, arching into them both. They shifted, their hips pinning her tight between them. Damn. Already so damn hard. Her throat went dry.

“Lennox,” Kanon teased. “Answer his question.”

She heard foil tear and her body started to shake. One hand on her hip, Tegan turned her around so she was facing him, even as Kanon hefted her hips back so her ass cradled his cock perfectly.

“I... I grew up wanting to be a Hound. I liked the structure.”

“You were a good girl weren’t you? Always following the rules.” Kanon eased a finger into her ass, the lube cold at first, but with each slowly, exploring twist of his finger it warmed. She could barely breathe, let alone speak. Lennox jerked her head in a short nod.

“Yes.” The word came out breathy, needy. “Please.”

Tegan found her clit, running two fingers over it in small, quick circles. “Ever see yourself with a pair of lions?”

“No.” Never. Hounds weren’t supposed to date, let alone fuck, what they hunted. A few wolfhounds had gotten caught with werewolves, and they’d been fired from Shifter Town Enforcement for their actions. But she’d never known of any Hound, especially a ridgeback, to get with a lion. Let alone two.