Panther Magic (13 page)

Kate moaned, and Arran winked up
at him and held up the bullet vibrator, once Zeb had secured the blindfold.

He nodded his agreement, and Kate
gasped into the kiss he gave her, when Arran held the bullet against her clit.
She yanked on her restraints, and kissed him back with a desperate urgency that
spoke of her need to come. Zeb sat back and watched his brother rev her up
several times, always withdrawing before she could tumble over that edge, while
he manipulated her nipples. Unintelligible sounds spilled from their girl’s
mouth, and she thrashed her head from side to side, begging for release.

“
Please, Sir, please … oh God … not again …
ooooh
.”

Her whole body jerked in need
when Zeb attached the clamps to her nipples at the same time as Arran kicked up
the vibrations to max, and pushed two fingers into her clenching pussy. Her
thighs tensed, and she seemed to forget to breathe as her body hurtled toward
release, and tears spilled out from under her blindfold, when Zeb leaned down
and whispered in her ear. “Fly for us, little wildcat.”

With a scream of relief, their
girl tumbled over, and Arran swore. Abandoning the vibrator, he suckled her
clit into his mouth, lapping up the juices she gushed for them with
appreciative murmurs that seemed to prolong her orgasm.

Zeb waited for the worst of her
tremors to subside, and then straddling her chest, slid his cock into her
mouth. The groan she gave in response trembled all the way up his shaft, and
fisting his hands in her hair for anchorage he started to fuck her mouth, as
pleasure consumed him. He wouldn’t last five minutes at this rate, and he was
dimly aware of Arran switching the bullet back on, and urging their girl on to
come again.

It gave him free rein to pursue
his own release, and in no time at all, he shot his load down their girl’s
throat, at the same time as she jerked and shook in another orgasm of her own.
Mindful of the fact that she might clench her jaw, he withdrew and let the last
few drops of his release fall on her breasts instead. His panther roared his
satisfaction, and Arran’s strained voice made Zeb grin.

“
Fuck that’s hot.
My turn.”

The bed dipped as Arran got off
and approached the headboard, his once again fully erect cock in hand, and Zeb
crawled down her body to claim her pussy. Determined to wring another orgasm
out of her, he pushed her knees up to her chest, and inhaled deeply, as her
swollen pussy opened up to him. Delightfully wet still, the pink flesh
glistened, her little hole quivering as more of her juices trickled out of it
and down toward the other hole Zeb was determined to finish in today. Her clit
stood hugely engorged out of its hood, and Kate moaned around his brother’s
cock in her throat, when he licked across that bundle and set to work in
earnest. Her taste proved addictive, and his beast purred his approval, as Zeb
licked up and down her slit, tunneled into her channel, and then took her cum
all the way back to her anus. Lifting her butt up higher with his hands he
rimmed the tight ring, while pushing two fingers into her cunt and finger
fucking her into another climax that meant he pushed his tongue through her now
clenching ring of muscle.

His brother groaned, and the
sounds of his cum splattering across Kate, while she screamed in ecstasy, made
him abandon that task. Zeb lined his cock up with her pussy hole instead, and
seated himself deep with just one powerful thrust. With her internal muscles
still clenching in her release, Kate made an incredibly tight fit around his
dick, and he pumped in and out watching their girl caught up in her pleasure.
Head thrown back, her torso arched off the bed, and flushed with desire as she
was, she looked utterly beautiful, and Zeb grinned up at Arran. His brother’s
gaze, too, was riveted on the way her tits jiggled with every forceful thrust
of Zeb’s body into hers. It made the chain linking the nipple clamps together
tinkle, and both men groaned at the sight of her bright red buds, thus
decorated and marked in their combined cum.

She was theirs, no doubt about
it. Sliding in and out of the warm, wet, clasp of her body, Zeb flung one of
her legs over his shoulder. It enabled him to slip in deeper, and when he
settled his thumb on her clit, Kate exploded again. Arran removed the nipple
clamps, and Zeb allowed himself a few more deep thrusts into her pussy, helping
her to ride out the tremors of this latest release, before he withdrew, flipped
her over on her tummy, and slapped her ass cheeks.

“
Such a good girl.
I reckon she’s ready for both our cocks, now, bro.”

Chapter
Thirteen

Zeb’s growled words registered in
Kate’s befuddled brain, and she groaned her plea.

“
God, yes, please…”

With her arms still restrained
above her, and someone holding her legs down, she couldn’t move, could hardly
breathe, as her body hummed in pleasure. Even the soreness of her nipples,
squashed as they were into the bed added to the sensation overload she found
herself in. She had long lost touch with
who
of the
brothers was where and doing what to her body, and it really didn’t matter. All
that mattered was the pleasure they gave her. Pleasure that bordered on pain,
as they pushed her into one orgasm after the other, until Kate could only let
go, and float.

She was theirs to do with as they
pleased.

Several more hard swats to her
ass made her groan as heat rolled over her body, and then someone, she presumed
Arran, lifted her head and held up something to her lips.

“
Here, drink something, baby.” Sure enough Arran’s
strained voice urged her to sip, and she gladly partook of the ice cold water.
It soothed her throat, sore as it was from having been used so effectively by
both men, and the amount of screaming in pleasure she’d done. She probably
ought to be embarrassed by that, as they were clearly on some form of private
jet. She had surmised that much earlier, and she had been all set to question
them on what they were playing at, but then Zeb had stood there offering to
play, and she couldn’t refuse.

This, right here and now, was
what she needed. To float in her happy space and not have a care in the world,
safe in the knowledge that she was pleasing her men.

Arran removed the bottle, and
presumably Zeb resumed the paddling of her behind. Every swat made her slip
further away, and when he finally stopped and rubbed her hot flesh, she hissed
through her teeth, as the pain and pleasure all merged into one. She was so
close to coming again, it was unbelievable, and it wouldn’t take much pressure
against her oversensitive flesh at all.

In fact when strong hands grasped
her hips and urged her on her knees, and elbows, the slight air movement
against her heated pussy lips had the familiar tingles starting anew.

A rough tongue licked across her
clit, and Kate whimpered, making whichever of the brothers it was chuckle. The
bed dipped and then her hands were free, though her men left her wrists clipped
together.

Someone slipped underneath her,
and Kate groaned as hair roughened muscle slid across her sore nipples. It sent
shards of delight to her clit, and she gasped in pleasure plain, when one set
of hands massaged her arms and guided her hands behind a thick neck, while the
other set of hands grasped her hips and lifted her up as though she weighed no
more than a feather.

“
Straddle Arran, my
little wildcat.”
Zeb’s deep growl in her ear made her comply without
thought, and she mewled like a newborn kitten when she felt the broad, hot tip
of Arran’s cock slide through her sensitive flesh. She jumped when he bumped
into her clit, and when he kissed her with a groan she returned the fevered
strokes of his tongue. She could taste herself in with his spicy musk, and it
made the whole experience ten times hotter. Zeb’s heavy breaths ghosted across
her neck, as he nuzzled into her neck.

“
So fucking hot, and you’ve been such a good girl.
Are you ready to take us both?
Arran in your pussy and me in
your ass?
Are you ready to fly?”

The strain in his voice matched
hers, when Arran let her come up for air to whisper her reply.
“Yes, Sirs.”

“
Good girl.” Hearing both of her men call her that,
as the hands on her hips urged her downward onto Arran’s cock, meant she took
the painful invasion. As sensitive as she was this position hurt, as Arran’s
dick forced her swollen tissues apart. She blinked in the sudden light when the
blindfold came off, and Arran kissed her tears off her face. She hadn’t even
been aware of crying, too caught up in the building pressure in her cunt that slowly
gave way to pleasure as Arran bottomed out inside her.

He groaned, and she lost herself
in the deep chocolate pool of his eyes.

“
That’s my girl. God, you’re so fucking tight around
my dick. Tell me this is okay?”

Kate smiled through her tears,
and slowly lifted herself off his shaft. It meant shards of pleasure erupted
along her nerve endings, and Arran swore when she involuntarily clenched around
him.

“
Fuck, yes, do that again, baby, and for the love of
God, hurry up, Ze
b
. I won’t
fucking
last long.”

Zeb’s chuckle behind her earned
him a glare from Arran over her shoulder, and she gasped when cool lube
dribbled down her cleft, followed by the invasion of a slick finger.

Arran grabbed her hips to hold
her still, as Zeb added a second and third finger and started to thrust in and
out of her hole. Arran’s cock twitched inside her, and Kate let her head fall
back, as Zeb slowly withdrew his fingers.

“
Ready, wildcat?” he asked, and holding her hair with
one hand tilted her head to enable him to kiss her, while
he
slowly pushed in through the tight ring of muscle. Arran swore, and Kate
screamed into Zeb’s kiss, as the pressure became unbearable, and then morphed
into pleasure so intense Kate saw stars behind her closed eyelids.

Zeb wrenched his lips of hers, allowing
her to draw a much needed breath into her lungs, and he murmured his approval.

“
That’s my girl, I’m in, and you feel incredible.”

“
Fuck, yes, she does. Now stop talking and move
already.” Arran’s sharp reply made Kate giggle, and the three of them groaned
in unison as the tremors traveled through them all. Perspiration dotted Zeb’s
face, and Arran’s hair felt damp against her fingertips at his neck. Rivulets
of sweat slid down her own shoulder blades, caught as she was between the
combined body heat of her two men, and she groaned anew when Zeb licked away a
drop of sweat that trailed down the side of her neck. It was incredibly erotic
at that moment, and Kate whispered the feelings on her heart.

“
I love you, both of you.”

Zeb caught her mouth in a bruising
kiss, and when he released her Arran took over.

“
We love you, too.”

“
Too damn right, you’re ours.”

When they began to move, Kate
lost all sense of time and place. Stuffed full with her men’s cocks, she could
do nothing but give herself over to the incredible sensations they created in
her body.

Every perfectly synchronized
thrust and retreat into her body sent her spiraling higher into bliss, and set
off a chain of orgasms that took her breath away in their intensity. Faster,
harder, their sweat slicked bodies rubbed against each other. Soft flesh
against hard plane of muscles, yielding femininity against coiled aggression,
three bodies as one joined by their bond. Higher and higher she flew, carried
away on the maelstrom of emotion and sensation. When both men growled their
release shortly after one another, and bit one of her shoulders each, her last
orgasm broke through. It pulled her under, over and away, as she tightened
around the cocks possessing her, claiming them right back as hers forever more.
Kate screamed until she couldn’t anymore, and it was only when the last tremors
of her body faded that both men withdrew slowly.

Kate winced, even as she
collapsed back on the bed, and her eyes closed.

“
Oh no, you don’t, not yet. Let’s get us all in the
shower first, baby.” Kate moaned her denial at Arran’s words, but she should
have known resistance was futile. Zeb picked up her limp as a wet noodle body,
and carried her across to the bathroom. She stayed awake long enough to realize
that the water came on, and they somehow managed to clean both her and
themselves, dry them all, and then carry her back to the bed, where she fell
into a deep, sated sleep.

Loud knocking on the door woke
Kate up goodness only knew how many hours later. The sun was rising behind the
jet’s windows and filling the bedroom in an orange glow. Arran mumbled next to
her and struggled awake with a sheepish grin in her direction, before he yanked
the sheets over them both. Zeb, she noticed, was already out of bed, and her
breathing sped up when she saw him yank up a pair of joggers over his
delectable ass.

Really, this was crazy. She’d had
the best sex ever, felt deliciously sore in all the right places, and despite
the untold orgasms her men had already given her, felt herself grow wet for
them again.

Arran inhaled sharply, and Zeb
swung round and took two steps back toward them with a low, almost menacing
growl that only served to turn her on even more. Yes, she had clearly turned
into a raving nymphomaniac. That was the only explanation. Kate enjoyed sex as
much as the next person, but this insane need to jump them again was something
else entirely.

Another much louder knock stopped
Zeb in his tracks, and he shook his head with a wistful grin and stalked over
to the door. Kate sank further under the covers, her earlier arousal giving way
to intense embarrassment, when the open door revealed a young man in a
steward’s uniform. He was pushing a serving trolley full of breakfast items,
and after glancing in her direction briefly, let his gaze rest on the floor as
he pushed the thing in. Kate’s mouth watered at the smell of freshly brewed
coffee and fresh bread. This was certainly a far cry from the last time she had
flown. Then she had been in cattle class, sandwiched between two old dears, who
had talked over her head the entire time, and the food had been nowhere near as
nice as this.

“
Pardon the intrusion, but we will shortly be landing
at Las Vegas airport, so I thought it best to ensure you were awake and had
some breakfast.”

“
Thanks, Sam, much appreciated,” Zeb said, and Sam
inclined his head and made a rapid retreat from the room.

Arran stretched next to her and
laughed.

“
Poor Sam.
I
don’t know who was more embarrassed then.”

Zeb shrugged his shoulders and
lifted the lids off various dishes.

“
He should be used to us by now,” he said, and Kate
frowned. She brought her knees up to her chest and glared at Zeb. He paused mid
bread roll to his lips, and raised an eyebrow at her.

“
Is there something amiss, girl?” he asked. The fact
that he called her girl should have warned her really, but Kate was too annoyed
right now and she scowled at him and shook off Arran’s hand when he tried to
pull her in for a hug.

“
What’s the matter, baby?” Arran’s gentler tone of
voice meant that some of her irk fled, and of course her tummy choose that
exact moment to rumble loudly. It served to break the sudden tension in the
room, and Arran laughed.

“
Apart from starving, it seems. Zeb, push that
trolley over here. I’ve worked up quite an appetite, and I could murder for a
coffee.”

Zeb still looked far from
pleased, but he did push the trolley within reach and poured them all a coffee.
A shiver of need went through Kate, when he handed her a cup with a small
smile, and their fingers touched. His inner animal rumbled, and Kate’s gaze
flew to his, not at all surprised to see his eyes had bled to the golden glow
of his panther’s.

“
Zeb.”
Arran’s
warning growl, too, sent shivers down her spine, and she closed her eyes
against temptation and inhaling deeply of the rich aroma of her coffee, took a
grateful sip of the elixir of life.

When she opened them again, it
was to find both men watching her, and she took a deep breath in. They weren’t
going to like her next words, but they had to be said.

“
So, tell me, do you make it a habit to abduct young
women to Vegas? Is that why you said your steward ought to be used to you by
now?” Kate hated the wobble in her voice, and she couldn’t quite bring herself
to look at Zeb.

Arran inhaled sharply next to
her, and then the bed dipped and Zeb sat next to her and taking her chin in his
hand forced her to look at him. The depth of emotion in his stormy eyes took
her breath away, and she swallowed hard. She could feel Arran move in behind
her, and grasp her shoulders and pull her back against his naked chest until
the heat of his body scorched her skin, and she gasped.

“
Is that what you think?” Zeb asked. His voice held
the growl of his panther and sent goosebumps over her exposed flesh. Oh, he
didn’t sound happy, and what was far worse, disappointed. The last thing she
wanted to do was disappoint her men. “That we would be that callous, or indeed
need to abduct women?”

When she tried to shake her head
he let go of her chin, and her heart rate kicked up when he pulled that hand
into a white knuckled fist on his thigh. Arran’s hold on her, too, grew
painful, and she could sense the force of their emotions battering her soul.

“
No, of course not.
I know, you wouldn’t … I mean, I can sense that deep down. I was, just …
dammit, I guess I was jealous.”

Zeb reared back as though she’d
slapped him, and Arran gave a short, humorless laugh against her back.

“
Why on earth would you be jealous?” Zeb asked.
“You’re our mate.
Our sole reason for living.
We’d
both die a thousand deaths, if we weren’t with you, which
is
why we had to take you with us.” He ran a far from steady hand through his
hair, and Arran let go of her and shimmied around until he, too, faced her.