Snared (5 page)

“Good. Because you never answered my question.”

She sighed in defeat. “Yes.”

Quinn chuckled against her skin. “Yes, what?”

Damn him, but he could be infuriating. “Yes, I rejected you both because I believe you are my mates. Happy?”

“Honey, you have no idea how happy Rogan and I are at this very moment.” He took a deep breath. “I’m even more happy now that I can smell your need. God, it’s so sweet.”

She gasped as they moved together, each flicking a button open. The shirt dipped away, revealing all but her nipples. Joint moans echoed the faint rustle of cloth as the men lowered their hands, each seeking the next fastener.

“Quinn’s right, darling. You smell divine. But I’m a bit confused. Why did you push us away if you think we’re your mates? Why not pursue us?”

She wanted to answer, but her every thought was on how the next flick of their wrists would completely open her shirt, leaving her more vulnerable then when she’d been standing before them naked. A light nip to her shoulder gained her attention. “I wanted to but…”

“But…” said Rogan.

“But I couldn’t risk it.”

Rogan frowned against her neck. “Because of the shifter thing.”

She shook her head. “Not just that.”

Rogan shook his head. “I don’t suppose you plan on decoding your thoughts anytime soon, because I don’t have a clue what you’re trying to say.”

Tayen huffed. “Fine. The truth is that I couldn’t take the chance you weren’t interested. Not when I only had one shot at it.”

“One shot?” Rogan’s breath breezed over her shoulder. “So you mean our chance at a relationship hinges completely on this one sexual experience?”

“Not exactly.” She leaned her head back on his shoulder. “It’s more a figurative statement. In the end, I can only ever bond with one mate—or mates.” She sighed in frustration. “It’s complicated.”

Rogan paused then lowered his head, resting his forehead against her shoulder. He kissed her tenderly on the cheek. “We’d never do anything to hurt you, darling. Never.”

“I know, but—”

“No buts.” Quinn placed a finger over her lips. “Just relax, and let us show you how serious we are.”

Tayen nodded as Quinn lowered his hand again, working the button free but not allowing the shirt to open farther. He waited until she shivered in anticipation before releasing his hold, humming when the shirt slipped apart even more. He nodded at Rogan, smiling against her skin when the last button slid through the tiny hole, and her shirt separated completely. He inhaled sharply, and more moisture gathered along her slit, coating her inner lips. Both men groaned, and she nearly climaxed on the spot. The world started to spin, and she gladly rested against Quinn’s strong form as he pulled her into his chest, gently taking them both to their knees. He slipped his legs between hers then eased her back. The hard length of his erection pressed against her lower back, making her acutely aware of the act unfolding before her. They were transitioning from friends to lovers, and it was a step that could never be taken back.

Quinn must have sensed the slight tension that tightened her muscles. He lowered his mouth to her nape and trailed his lips across the soft hollow by her shoulder, dispelling any hesitations she might have had. She relaxed against him, allowing him to splay her knees wide as Rogan stepped in front of them. The man’s carnal look made her inner cat purr in delight.

Rogan licked his lips, kneeling down between her legs as his gaze locked on hers. “Now that’s a beautiful sight.” He swept his tongue along his lower lip. “Maybe it’s a good thing Quinn and I missed dinner last night. Looks like you’ve got more than enough cream for both of us. Though Quinn’s going to have to wait his turn.” He gave her body a long look. “I suggest you get comfortable, darling. I’ve got quite the appetite.”

Chapter Four

Rogan stared at the green-eyed beauty before him, a predatory smile curving her luscious lips as Quinn opened her just a bit more, exposing the tiny hood of her clitoris. Desire pounded through his veins, humbled with a hint of apprehension. This was it. The moment he and Quinn had hungered for—Tayen in their arms, nothing but the sweet smell of arousal between them. But knowing Tayen considered them possible
mates
was more than he’d hoped for…and more stress than he’d been prepared for.

Rogan shook the thoughts from his head, focusing on Tayen’s sensuous curves, half-hidden by Quinn’s shirt. Though the fabric hung open, it skillfully covered the tips of her nipples, which pushed against the cotton, begging to be sucked. He leaned forward, brushing the back of his fingers over the peaked buds only to have to bite back a moan as the tiny points tightened further. Quinn licked Tayen’s skin, and her body responded with a wave of goose flesh.

Rogan traced the line of bumps down her stomach, circling her navel. “God, I love that you react so strongly to us. We haven’t even touched you yet, and I can already smell your desire coating your silky lips and see the shivers trembling through you.” He leaned closer, tracing her full, lower lip with his tongue. “Are you sure you’re ready for what we have in store? Because once I get a taste of your sweet honey, I’m not going to be able to stop until you come against my mouth.”

Rogan smiled when his simple admission made her writhe in Quinn’s arms, as if his words had been a physical caress. He watched her face, arching an eyebrow when she didn’t respond. A deep flush laced down her cheeks and across the upper swell of her breasts. She snagged the lip he’d licked and nodded, managing a hushed
yes
just as Quinn slid his hands up her ribcage, finally pulling the white shirt down her shoulders.

Tayen’s gasp was followed by Rogan’s moan as he stared at the sexy perfection of her breasts. The curvy mounds were firm and smooth, and the rose-colored nipples crinkled against her skin, leaving a ring of tiny bumps around them. Every splendid detail made him want to take the soft flesh in his hands, but Quinn beat him to it.

Tayen’s head fell back on Quinn’s shoulder as the man cupped each breast in his hand, massaging the pale mounds in slow circles. Rogan could only watch, his cock bursting against his zipper, as Quinn pinched the tight buds between his fingers, drawing a strangled cry from Tayen. She arched up, and Rogan couldn’t hold back. He dove forward, capturing the nipple Quinn held out for him. Tayen rasped his name and speared her fingers through his hair, keeping his mouth locked around her breast. He accepted her invitation, curling his tongue around her bud as he gently sucked it against the roof of his mouth.

Fire swept down his spine, tingling the nerves at the base of his cock. He pulled back, giving the tiny nipple one last lick before lifting his face to hers. A triumphant smile worked across his lips as he stared into Tayen’s half-lidded eyes. Hell, he’d only suckled one breast, and she looked like a woman on the verge of an orgasm.

“God, you’re beautiful.” He leaned forward, giving her ample time to prepare for his kiss.

She opened eagerly beneath his lips, thrusting her tongue in perfect opposition to his. It was as if she could read his thoughts and knew exactly what move to make to enhance his desire. His cock throbbed inside his pants, and he could only hope he had enough willpower to hold off his release until he’d tasted hers.

Rogan pulled back and placed a quick kiss on her nose before nodding over her shoulder. Tayen turned her head and smiled, more than ready for Quinn’s attack. The man’s kiss looked more feral than Rogan’s, and Rogan knew Quinn was fulfilling his need to stake his claim. That Quinn wouldn’t be satisfied until Tayen surrendered everything to him, and the kiss was only the first step.

When they finally parted, their rasping breath sounded loud in the stillness of the room. Tayen glanced at Rogan, her lips slightly swollen from their kisses, her mouth still parted in anticipation of more. He reached out a single finger and held it to her lips, waiting until she’d lightly licked it, before trailing it down her body to the apex of her slit. He paused, loving how she wiggled with impatience, obviously trying to push him where she wanted him to go.

He tsked at her and skirted down her inner thigh, teasing the soft skin just below her sex. “Ah, fuck, you’re so wet even your ass is covered with your cream.” He moved his finger up the other side, still avoiding her pussy. “I’m afraid I can’t wait any longer, darling. Quinn, think you could help me out?”

“I know just the thing.”

Rogan chuckled at Quinn’s voice. It was strained and an octave lower than normal, a sure sign the man was on the verge of throwing Tayen down and pounding into her. But somehow, Quinn managed to maintain his control. He slowly inched his hand down, two fingers tracing the V of her lips before splaying them apart. Slick moisture clung to her skin, making the closely shaved area look shiny in the morning light. Tayen must have squeezed her muscles because the tiny nub fluttered, sending a shockwave of need straight to Rogan’s shaft. He ignored her muffled moan when Quinn nipped at her shoulder and lowered his head to her mound, inhaling the rich, musky scent that reminded him of spiced apple and sun-ripened berries. She smelled exactly how he’d imagined she would, and it was the last chink in his armor.

Rogan bent forward, parting her wet folds with the tip of his tongue. Tayen tried to roll her hips, but Quinn’s other hand anchored her to him, allowing Rogan complete control. Rogan inched back and blew a heated breath across her nub, groaning when she fluttered it again. He darted forward and nipped at it, loving the raspy gasp that followed.

Rogan looked up and speared her with his gaze. “Have you always been this responsive?”

Tayen bit at her bottom lip, maintaining her silence until Rogan nipped her clit again.

She screamed this time, straining against Quinn’s hold. “No.” She seemed to push the words out from somewhere deep inside her. “I’ve only had a few lovers, and it was never like this.”

Rogan’s smile encompassed his entire face. “That’s good to know. Now, hold on…I’m starving.”

He moved, laying his tongue flat against her slit as he ran it up and down the length of her, swallowing the juicy cream that eased from her core and into his mouth. It was heaven and fire all at once, and while he longed to make the moment last—to keep her suspended on the edge of release for hours—he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold off. The taste of her essence, the smell and feel of her skin, swirled together into an overwhelming sensation that demanded satisfaction.

He reached one hand between her thighs, gathering her cream on his finger before slowly dipping it inside her. Her walls clamped down on the intrusion, holding his digit captive in their warm embrace. He moaned as a fresh wave of cream collected around his hand, and he quickly slid another finger beside the first, pumping them both back and forth through her quivering channel.

“Bloody hell. I’ve only got two fingers inside her, and she’s clamped down tight.” Rogan nodded at Tayen. “I can’t wait until you clasp my cock like that.”

His words seemed to push her closer to the edge. Her walls spasmed around his fingers, the muscles in her body tensing in unison. Rogan returned to his tortuous licking, not wanting to miss the moment when her body arched and she released, filling his mouth with more of her honeyed juice. He didn’t have to wait long.

Rogan heard Quinn mumbling to Tayen, something about how sexy she was with Rogan’s head buried between her thighs, and she broke, her ragged scream echoing off the walls as her body convulsed around him. He lapped at her clit, humming at the spicy taste of her until she rolled her hips away, and her thighs fell open in exhaustion.

Rogan dropped a gentle kiss on her nub before pushing to his feet. His cock bulged against his jeans, so hard he wasn’t certain he’d be able to undo the zipper. But even if he had to cut the damn things off, he wasn’t about to wait one more minute before sinking inside her wet heat. He’d held true to his promise, and now it was time to take their encounter to the next level.

Quinn sighed as he held Tayen in his arms, her body still shaking with aftershocks. A light sheen of sweat beaded her silky skin, and he had the sudden urge to taste every drop…to trace his tongue over every inch of her until he’d memorized each dip and curve in his mind like a sensual map. But as Rogan rose from between her legs, Quinn knew his plan would have to wait until the next round. He could tell from the enormous bulge in Rogan’s jeans that the man was at the point of no return, not that he was far off. Inhaling the sweet, earthy essence of her arousal as she came against Rogan’s mouth had hardened his shaft until he was certain he’d have the pattern of denim etched on his skin. Tayen seemed to sense Rogan’s urgency, her muscles tensing when he fingered the button of his jeans.

Quinn saw her snag her lip then reach for Rogan, shaking her finger in a telltale no. Rogan groaned, but smiled and helped her to her feet before sweeping her into his arms in an all-conquering kiss. Quinn waited for the sudden rush of jealousy that often happened when Rogan took control, but it never came. Instead, his need soared, and he felt a strange tightening in his chest. As if their obvious pleasure somehow satisfied his.

He shook the thoughts away, not sure he was ready to analyze the meaning just yet. They’d waited for months for Tayen to agree to date them, and finally having her here in their arms seemed almost surreal. Of course, learning she wasn’t quite what they’d thought she was added to the magical feel, but he’d take whatever he could get. They’d come close to losing her yesterday. If the poacher had turned sooner…fire erupted in his veins, and he pushed the image of her bleeding at his side away. There’d be time to chastise her later, after they’d shown her she was theirs…period.