Rogue Shifter [High-Country Shifters 3] (6 page)

“What fun would it be if we told you? I guess we’ll just have to try them out and let you decide.”

Malik picked up both blindfolds. “Honey, if you thought we’d be willing to be your slave, I think we need to educate you on how to handle real men.”

She laughed, and her pussy dripped cream.

The men looked at each other then nodded at the same time.

“What just happened?”

Cavon looked down at her. “What do you mean?”

“You said something to each other didn’t you?” Thrills and fear collided. Could they really communicate mentally?

“Sure did, but don’t you worry about it.” He set her on her feet, and she backed up.

Malik was by her side in a moment. “Does our
talent
scare you?”

She bit her bottom lip. “I do believe in shifters since those men became wolves, but I’d feel a little more sure of myself if I saw one of you change into a lion then immediately change back again.” She truly wasn’t sure if she wanted them to prove what they said was right or laugh it off and tell her it was one big joke.

Malik stroked her shoulder. “That wouldn’t scare you?”

“I’m not sure. I think I believe in shifters, but I keep questioning if what I’m doing is wrong.”

Cavon moved behind her and took hold of her waist. “Go ahead, Malik. Show her who we really are.”

Amy held her breath and wasn’t sure what would happen. A light flashed, and her knees collapsed.

When she opened her eyes she was on the bed with both Malik and Cavon by her side.

“You okay, honey?”

“I think so.” She pushed up on her elbows. “It was a shock, that’s all. I mean you really can shift into a lion.”

“That’s what we’ve claimed all along. We’ve never hid it from you.” Malik pushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

They had been honest the whole time. “That took a lot of courage to trust I’d be fine with that.”

Cavon drew her to his chest and cradled her. “You are, aren’t you?”

This seemed to be the moment of truth. There was no turning back. “Yes.”

Cavon pulled her to her feet and had a big grin on his face. “Then would you mind if we explored your wonderful body so we can get to know you better?”

She glanced at Malik. “You won’t turn into an animal and lick my pussy or anything, will you?”

He laughed. “I would never mix the two. Men were born to be with women and lions were meant to run and do what lions do. We don’t mate with real lionesses if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“I stopped listening after the part about men being with a woman.”

They both laughed, and the tension in her body disappeared.

“Since you bought a blindfold and ropes, I’m thinking that you secretly want us to use them on you.”

How could they read her thoughts so easily?
Uh-oh
. “Are you guys psychic?”

Malik stepped behind her and kissed the curve of her neck. “No, but I know what you want.”

His seductive voice made her panties wetter. “What do I want?” Being this bold excited her.

“You want to be adored and worshipped. You want my hands on your body and my lips on your achy pussy. Am I right?”

Her moan came out too loud. “Yes.” God, she sounded like a wanton, but these two men had gotten under her skin the last time they’d visited, and now she knew she had to have them.

Oh, my God.
They were really lions! She couldn’t imagine how big their cocks were, but from the way their dress pants were tenting, she was in for quite a surprise.

Malik slid the zipper down the back of her dress then turned her around to face him. His hazel eyes turned dark with desire. From what he’d just said, she should have expected the blindfold to drop in front of her face, but she jerked a little when Cavon pulled it over her eyes.

“Is that comfortable?”

The soft cloth fit perfectly. “Yes.” Tingles shot all over her body, as she anticipated what these two were going to do to her.

She had no idea if the men had seen a plastic cock or the lube, but she’d purchased all the gear anyway. Lara had told her that Taryn and Kellum didn’t use condoms. She’d have to insist, as she wasn’t on the pill. One could only hope the extra-large size she’d purchased would fit them.

Malik dragged his hands over her shoulders and clasped the dress. The silky fabric kissed her skin as he lowered it down her body and the material pooled at her feet. When Cavon’s hands clasped both ankles, sparks shot up her legs. She’d love to have him lift his fingers about two and half feet higher and caress her pussy.

“I can smell her,” Cavon said.

She was convinced he only spoke those words to get her attention. Malik’s nose nestled between her breasts and inhaled.

“I love her erotic scent.”

One foot at a time, Cavon lifted an ankle and pulled the dress away. His hands lightly crawled up her calves. From the angle of his touch, he was kneeling, and she imagined her ass would be mouth height.

They hadn’t really done anything but lightly touch her, but already her body was close to exploding. Malik licked the top of her breasts, and her nipples puckered. Maybe she wasn’t woman enough to handle these men, as she was already a puddle of hormones.

Cavon’s fingers crawled a few inches up her thighs and pressed his face against her rear. “You have a great ass.”

She’d always been self-conscious about how big her butt was. “If I lost a little weight, it might be better.”

Cavon’s fingers tightened on her thighs. “Don’t ever say that. You are perfect the way you are.”

Thrills shot through her, but his stern command took her by surprise. “Yes, Master Cavon.”

Neither man moved, as if they were talking again. “I like that. Hmmm. I’m Master Cavon.”

Her breath hitched. “Would you like to play a Dom?”

“I’m not sure what that means, but I can guess what my role would be if you call me Master. I, for one, would love to receive some respect.”

“Okay.” She didn’t think she needed to bring up the concept of a safe word because she was convinced all she had to do was say
stop
and they would.

His fingers pressed into her thighs. “Okay, what?”

She giggled. “Okay, Master Cavon.” He caught on perhaps a bit too quickly.

He released his grip. “Good. Now we are going to pleasure you, but you are not to climax until we say so. Can you do that?”

There was no way she’d be able to keep from exploding. “I don’t know. It’s been so long since I’ve had sex, and you two are so virile. I just don’t know if I can hold back.”

Malik peeled down the straps on her bra. “If you do come before we tell you to, we’ll have to punish you.”

From the soft way his thumbs were making erotic circles above her breasts, she might like his brand of punishment. She pictured herself bent over one of their laps, receiving slap after slap. Her ass would get red and her pussy would gush.

“I understand, Master Malik.”

She heard the chuckle, but she bet he hadn’t intended for it to escape. She loved that these two were trying to fulfill her every fantasy.

Malik dragged a hand behind her back and tried to unhook her bra. “Why do you women wear these damned contraptions?”

“The Anterran women don’t wear bras?”

He finally managed to get the clasp undone. “No. Our women usually go topless.”

“Yikes.” That wasn’t her style, but if women had no support, it might give her an advantage. Her tits didn’t sag.

“Oh, Amy.” From the awe in his voice, he liked what he saw.

“You can call me ‘slave.’”

“Slave?” they said in unison.

“If I call you master, it makes sense that I would be your slave.” Maybe they found that distasteful, though Malik had mentioned something about her being their slave. “Amy works, too.”

They went silent again.
Darn telepathy
. “We like the term ‘slave’ when we are tempting you.”

That would be every minute of every day. Malik captured her breast in his mouth and sucked hard. A bolt of lust spread out over her body and raced straight down to her clit. His other hand kneaded her other breast, and she failed to hold in the moan.

But it was when Cavon slipped his thumbs into her panties and pulled them down that her body went wild with desire. Her clit pulsed. She groaned louder this time.

“Touch me.”
Oh, crap
. “I mean touch me, Master Cavon.” While it was clear they’d never been masters before, it was fun to play the role of being a submissive. Deep inside, she suspected that she was really the one in control.

He said nothing as he lifted her knee to thread the panties down her leg. His hands disappeared, and the loss saddened her.

Malik leaned back and lifted her chin. “Don’t worry. Your master is coming back. We want to make sure you don’t try to take advantage of us.”

She laughed. “What do you mean, Master?”

“I have a feeling you have a wicked mouth, and if you get anywhere near my cock, I’ll lose control. Cavon wants to ensure your capture is secure.”

Capture?
Only when she heard the cuffs open did she understand. “Those were for me to tie
you
down with.”

Malik lightly brushed his lips against her mouth. “I don’t think that’s how it’s supposed to work.”

Cavon clamped one cuff on her ankle and nudged her legs open. She clasped onto Malik for balance as she leaned on one leg. The other end snapped closed. Then he fumbled around with something that she couldn’t figure out since she couldn’t see anything. He moved on to the other leg and repeated the process. She thought she’d be unable to move, but he must have attached the cuffs to the bed using the rope or something because she was able to move her foot right and left, forward and backward.

Cavon rubbed her ass. “We wanted you to have some freedom, so I tied the rope to the cuffs and attached that to the bedpost. You can move, but you can’t go too far.”

Malik rubbed his scratchy pants against her stomach. “This gives me the ability to stand in front of you and savor all of your loveliness.”

Her body sizzled from his tempting words. Totally naked now, she was more vulnerable than she’d ever been in her life, but at least she had her hands.

Malik and Cavon must have sensed or felt the rise in her heartbeat because each one ran their soothing hands down her legs.

“You are so beautiful. We want you to trust us. Do you?”

She swallowed. “I do.” If she didn’t, she’d be screaming right now.

Cavon pulled her hands behind her, which served to lift her tits upward. Using another one of the velvet-covered ropes, he tied her hands behind her. When she tugged at the bindings, it seemed to make the knot tighter. She might be able to drop down onto the floor, but that was about the extent of her movement.

“Are you okay, slave?” Malik asked in a tone that soothed her.

Being called a slave was cute as long as they didn’t abuse it. “Yes, Master Malik.”

He licked each nipple, and electric sparks darted across her chest. His erotic touch made her yearn for more. Then he stopped. His hip brushed her arm as if he’d stepped to the side.

Since Cavon’s hands weren’t on her, she had no idea what he was doing either. Because her sight was nonexistent, her hearing became more acute. Shoes thumped on the ground, and two zippers slid open.
Yes!
They were getting naked. Her breath quickened.

“What do you think we should do with her, Malik?”

Malik wedged again between her and the bed again. Judging by the position of his hands, he was on his knees beside the end of the bed and his mouth was close to her pussy.

“I think I’ll play with this for a while.” When he twirled her curls in his finger, her mind went blank.

Her body heated as pulses of pleasure rippled across her belly and dashed up her spine. Her pussy gushed. Just as Malik nuzzled his nose into between her folds, Cavon must have stood because he wrapped his arms around her body and pressed on her nipples. The simultaneous bliss from the pressure on her nipples and the touching from Malik nearly toppled her.

She’d been about to grab hold of Malik’s shoulders when she realized she was bound. The helplessness only added to the forbidden nature of what these men were doing to her. Malik licked her cunt and she drew up on her tiptoes.

“Slave, do not come.” For emphasis, Cavon pinched her nipples so tightly the pain cascaded down her body.

Before the ache reached her pussy, the sensation had turned into a whorl of pleasure. Malik nudged her legs wider.

“I need more access, slave.”

She held in her giggle but soon sobered as he slipped a thick finger up her wet channel. She inhaled sharply and tried not let the heat building inside her push her over the cliff of desire. She forced her thoughts to her job, trying to remember how many rooms were booked this weekend, but when Malik wiggled his finger, she lost all ability to think.