Fantasy Lynxed [Teeth, Nails and Tails] - Brynn Paulin

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Chapter Seven

 

Summer stared at the cat standing where Bar had been a moment before. It watched her with those same silvery-green eyes from last night. The same silvery green eyes that stared down at her whenever Bar fucked her. Though she’d been dead calm a moment ago, almost sure she was a little insane from frost exposure or something, now her heart slammed against her ribcage. Her breath stuttered from her in painful gasps as she tried to get control. “Baby—” She yanked her hand from Mika’s grasp. “I’m fine,” she bit out. “I’m fine. Just fine.” “Baby—” he tried again, only for her to interrupt once more. “Show me. I want to see you, too.” She needed to get this over with all at once, like ripping away a band-aid—only this was more like ripping away blinders and blinking into the harsh, unforgiving light of hidden reality. Slowly, Mika stood as if he weren’t too sure of her and her reaction. She almost laughed. Didn’t he realize she couldn’t possibly run from them? She was naked, and she had no idea how to get to Caribou Run or anywhere else. She bit back a hysterical chortle, knowing if she started, there would be no stopping until she collapsed into broken, painful sobs. But she had more control than that. “We’ll never hurt you,” Mika said. “I know.” Not physically. No, she believed they’d never harm her that way. But emotionally? How did someone deal with something like this? It was so… supernatural. “Show me,” she demanded, eyeing Mika.

It’s not really supernatural, Bar told her as Mika shifted, and there were two beautiful lynxes standing before her. It’s just an ability my people have. There have been shape-shifters, particularly Native American shape-shifters, interspersed with non-shifting humans since the beginning of time. Some call us Tricksters; some call us Skin Walkers. Most of us have hidden ourselves from the world and even our own people. We are not evil—just men and women with different abilities. “Can all of you do this? All the people in Caribou Run?” Mika moved close. All of those of Inupiat descent. That’s most of us. Then there are people like Mollie—they can’t. Just like you won’t ever be able to. “Right. If I stay.” Okay, even if she didn’t stay, she wouldn’t shift, but she knew they got her point. Bar tackled her onto the bed, his large paws holding her down before he shifted above her. She shivered as the magic danced over her body. He gave her less than a moment to speak before his lips closed over hers. His knees shoved hers apart, and he settled between her thighs, nudging her folds with his cock. Immediately, her body responded, flooding her pussy to ready her for him. Whether the men had strange abilities or not, she wanted them. She’d always want them— possibly even more now that they’d trusted her with their secret. “You’re not leaving us,” Bar growled into her mouth. Mika licked the side of her face with his sand-papery tongue, and she turned to look at him. Tentatively, she reached over and touched him, burying her fingers in the thick fur on his head. The coarse yet soft coat surrounded her hand. He bumped his snout up into her palm then pressed his cold nose to the skin there. “Yuck,” she laughed, pulling her hand away and wiping it on Bar’s shoulder. “Don’t do that!” “Yeah, Mika,” Bar said drily as he grasped her thighs and angled her to him. “Don’t do that.” He gazed down at her, his cock pushing forward, yet not entering her. “Can I? Are you ours?”

“I don’t know how to take all this,” she admitted. Already, she felt his emotions, his arousal and need, mixing with hers. She wanted to cry for him to fuck her, to take her to that place that only he and Mika had ever shown her. But how could she, when she didn’t know how to deal with this shape-shifter thing? Bar bent his head and licked one of her puckered nipples, and she shuddered, realizing for the first time that the extra pleasure he gave her there was due to his rough tongue. God, it felt so good, too. He sucked the rigid nub into his mouth and pulled until she shuddered and clasped his head. “Then take the men you know,” Mika whispered beside her. He’d changed back to human form while Bar had brought her pleasure under his mouth. Mika kissed her hard while Bar taunted her breasts, working first one then the other. All the while, Bar kept his cock, firmly against her slick opening. Her folds throbbed, begging her to move her hips forward and draw him inside her pussy. Her hands skimmed restlessly over the smooth warm flesh of his back, tracing his muscles while her agitated thoughts tumbled in all directions—none really having much to do with the men being shifters. Rather, she was focused on their connection and the odd pull they had on her. And how complete she felt when their cocks were lodged deep in her.

If only it were as easy as just giving into the men who’d wooed her back in Caribou Run, the men she was coming to care for deeply despite the short time she’d known them. Our people know instantly, Mika told her. Someday, our sons will, too. Bar’s teeth sank into her shoulder without breaking the skin. “Our mates know too, deep down, if they allow themselves.” “Wishful thinking.” She steeled herself, having difficulty staying still and not thrusting her pussy up his shaft. Still, the head of his cock had pushed just inside her passage, stretching her open but not moving. He was waiting for her to make the move; she just knew it. He wanted her to choose and to take him.

“When was the last time you gave yourself to someone within minutes of meeting him?” he asked. “I never have!” she replied, indignantly. Bar and Mika both lifted their heads and looked down at her, half-smiles lifting the corners of their mouths. “Oh shut up,” she said. Bar lifted a brow then returned to her breasts. One hand pulled at her nipple, rolling the rosy tip while he sucked at the other. His tongue flicked rapidly over the rigid bud. When he grasped it between his teeth and tugged, she shrieked. Swells of reaction rolled along her body, flowing into her core then momentarily ebbing back to pull her tension tight before surging forward again. She gasped as she fought the need to rock with the sensation and take Bar deep inside her body. A faraway part of her whispered that she shouldn’t even be doing this much with him. He was a shape-shifter. Bar chuckled around the peak in his mouth, making her shiver. Some people are double-jointed. Some people are freakishly good at art or music. Some people can make things move with their minds… And some people, nuliaba abnaba, can change their shape. I can become a lynx, but I’m still human. I’m not a monster or a were-creature controlled by the moon. “You’re demons, bewitching me,” she moaned. “You’re the one doing the bewitching,” Mika argued. The cot creaked as Bar rolled to his back, bringing her over him. She straddled him, and her position made it more difficult to battle her desire to fuck him now and think later. He wasn’t fighting fair, and she knew he knew it. “Take me; choose us,” Bar begged.

Her thighs shook as she fought to hold herself over him and not sink down his inviting shaft and feel that thick invasion once more. Mika reached around and massaged her clit with two calloused fingertips while he kissed a line down her spine. His teeth sank into her ass and scbangd the flesh, reminding her of the torrid evening when Bar had spanked her. A climax clawed along her skin, and she dropped forward weakly, resting her hands on Bar’s shoulders as she held herself up on wobbly arms. “I need to fuck you,” she admitted as she panted. He had to already know that. Her cream ran all over the head of his cock. “But if I do, that doesn’t mean I’m making a decision. You can’t ask me to decide this quickly, not after everything you’ve dumped on me the past few days.” They had to accept that before she fucked them or she’d steel herself and stop. Somehow. And they’d all suffer. But she couldn’t commit to them, just because she needed to…rut like a cat. “We’ve saved you twice,” Mika pointed out. “I won’t stay because I’m grateful—I won’t have sex with you for that reason either.” “Good,” Bar said through his teeth, her sustained proximity obviously getting to him. She adjusted her position and ran her slit along his length, enjoying the feel of his rock-hard shaft and the way he gritted his teeth as she teased him. She rubbed her breasts over his chest as she leaned to his ear. “We can’t,” she told him with genuine regret. “There’re no condoms.” “Don’t be so sure.” Mika tilted his head, indicating the wall. Someone who’d been here before them had tacked a strip of condoms above the bed.

“Classy,” she said, rolling her eyes. “People passing through leave supplies for the people coming after them— things they might have that are extra. It’s the way around here.” He stood and pulled down two packets then glanced at the labels. “They’re sealed and not expired.” “Thank the gods,” Bar gritted. Relief filled her, too, even if she thought it a little crass to have condoms tacked there above the bed. Her clit hummed with excitement, and an electric thrill rolled along her limbs. No more delaying. She was going to fuck these two men again. Summer scooted down the bed to give him room to roll protection over his thick shaft, but face-to-face with his cock, she gave in to temptation. She wrapped her hand around him, her fingers barely touching. Slowly, she jerked her hand upward, watching as pre-cum beaded on his tip. Hungrily, she stretched her lips around him and took him deep, lashing her tongue over his very human shaft and collecting the salty drops from his smooth, velvety glans. It reassured her that he was all man, and she didn’t need to be weirded out by anything freaky. You’re going to earn yourself a spanking, Bar told her. Her insides lurched happily. Didn’t he know that was exactly what she wanted? Oh darn, she replied, never stopping her sucking. She lapped at the head, catching more of his pre-cum and groaning at the taste. She worked her hand along him as she tried to take as much of him as she could. He felt so right in her mouth. Above her, foil ripped then moments later, Mika pulled her from Bar, who sat on the edge of the bed and donned the latex. He wasted no time pulling her back and impaling her on the erection she’d just tasted. She cried out as he thrust deep into her from behind while she straddled his lap. His legs splayed to hold her open.

Two of his fingers traced her slit, stopping at her clit and circling the bundle of tight nerves. Mika handed Bar one of the straps that had bound her sleeping bag to her pack then tossed one of the blankets to the ground. “You’re ours,” Bar growled in her ear as he secured her wrists behind her. An immediate, scorching spike of ecstasy shot through her to explode at her core. Apparently, they knew how much she liked their tie-up games and being bound for them. Bar’s hands moved to her hips, supporting her as he guided her up and down his wide shaft. She dropped her head back on his shoulder and moaned while ribbons of illicit, dark pleasure pulsed through her. This position stretched her, making him feel larger than before, while it kept her their captive—her hands were useless and her toes barely reached the floor. She’d never been so aroused. Mika knelt on the blankets and bent to her clit, drawing it between his teeth as he flicked it with his tongue. He grasped one of her breasts, molding it and rolling her nipple as he licked her pussy. She bucked in Bar’s arms, strands of lightning sizzling from her core to her limbs. Out of control, unable to do anything but receive their brand of fucking, she cried her pleasure. After Bar and Mika, one man would never again be enough for her. “There will be no other men,” Mika vowed, lifting his head and staring into her eyes. His muscled forearm slipped behind her neck and pulled her to him, while Bar kept hold of her hips and controlled the pistoning of his cock through her clasping walls. Mika adjusted his grasp on her breast, palming the mound as she sank into him. His tongue speared between her lips as his finger flicked over the taut nipple. Her pussy immediately clenched around Bar, his determined drives becoming almost bruising as he plowed through the vise of her passage. She screamed into Mika’s mouth, her Yes cried into their thoughts enough to keep them going. Colors swam across her sight as her climax washed over her. She was falling…falling… When she came to herself, she found her shoulders resting on bunched blankets, Bar’s hand on the back of her neck as he fucked her, his body claiming her as his. There was no other way to explain the dominant position that further aroused her until she wished it could be like this forever—Mika and Bar mastering her body and giving her pleasure beyond any measure she knew.

Bar grunted, driving his cock deep and pushing a guttural moan from her as he opened his mind and let her feel the explosion of his release as it rushed up his back at the same time his cum spewed from his cock. She felt the heat of her pussy wrapped around him, her clenching walls milking his length. Could the unity of their orgasms ever grow old? “Never,” Bar promised, kissing the back of her neck. He pulled free of her. His fingers trailed along her back as Mika drove his thick penis into her still convulsing passage. Carefully, Bar scooted beside her, kissing her shoulder and neck. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. “So very, very beautiful.” “Bar…” she sobbed, knowing the two of them would make her choice almost impossible. “Enjoy Mika,” he told her then placed a lingering kiss on her lips. “I’ll be back soon.” “Don’t go,” she pleaded. “I’ll be back then we’ll go home and both of us will fuck you. Together. You like that, don’t you?” As if he didn’t know.

Her walls squeezed Mika as she remembered. “Any way I can have you,” she gasped, and as Bar stood, Mika pulled from her. “No…” she protested, jerking her hips toward him. He couldn’t leave her like this. She moaned as he turned her onto her back. Her bound hands pushed her hips up like an offering, and she spread her bent legs to make it clear she wanted more. Bar chuckled. She ignored him and focused on the man sinking his cock back into her. Mika yanked her to him. She grinned, loving the roughness. A gust of snow blew over her as Bar stepped outside. She gasped as the icy crystals landed on her over-heated flesh. It was just a moment before Bar closed the door, but the cold had raised goose bumps on her skin and turned her nipples rock-hard. “He’s shifting outside so he didn’t have to leave the door open. Opposable thumbs and all,” Mika told her. “Don’t care,” she gasped, focused only on the man driving between her thighs. The muscles in her belly rolled as she rode his cock, meeting him drive for drive. “Suck my nipple. Please.” She needed his mouth on her, his heat to counter the chill. “Gods, yes,” he groaned and did as she asked. He drew her peak deep into his mouth then released it and moved to take the other. He pressed the mounds together. Back and forth, he kissed and licked from one to the other. “Yes!” she cried. “Oh yes!” Her walls closed on him as he sucked hard. He pushed a tip to the roof of his mouth, abrading her tender skin with the ridges. Though neither of them thought it, both Mika and Summer slowed their frantic coupling to enjoy the sweet sensations of their connection. Closing her eyes, she rocked beneath him, feeling every bit of his rigid shaft slowly pistoning in and out. She shifted to get a better connection to her clit. His drives grew shallow, his pelvis circling before each withdrawal. She groaned as fire flashed through her, over and over. She shook as he pegged her g-spot, and a flood of juice dripped down her ass to her hands. “Mika!” she screamed. “That’s right, baby. Gods, you’re so amazing… The feeling of your sweet pussy squeezing me… Baby…” His hips jerked out of rhythm. She leaned up to lick Mika’s nipple. She hadn’t had nearly enough opportunity to explore either man. The tip of her tongue circled the small, flat disk before she nipped at the tip the same way he did hers. Hungrily, she tasted his salty skin.

Mika’s drives grew vigorous, deep, demanding. “Yes, fuck me hard,” she muttered against him. Her pussy convulsed as he thrust even more powerfully, and she cried out, her voice echoing in the small cabin. A moment later, Mika’s loud groan mixed with hers as he shoved his hips forward. He froze above her as his cum flooded from him. They collapsed together, Mika’s damp forehead on hers. Gently, he brushed her hair back as his silvery-blue eyes stared into hers. “How long will it take for Bar to get back?” she asked quietly. “Half hour.” She grinned up at him. “Make love to me until he gets back?” He grinned. “I’ll make love to you forever if you want.” Such a tempting offer. Troubled, she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth. What was she going to do? Gently, he pulled the abused flesh free with his thumb. Bending, he took her mouth, savoring her with slow drives of his tongue that he matched in time with the deep, grinding thrusts of his still-hard cock. Small, rippling surges of energy eddied from her core, spreading and spreading until she knew she’d never make it five minutes, let alone thirty, before she climaxed again. Mika angled his pubis to catch her clit with each move. Soon, the eddies became a whirlpool, dragging her under, shoving her into an abyss, and she screamed, arching beneath him. He smiled down at her as she panted, her eyes not quite focused, her body still pulsing. His grin scared her, but in the very best way. His brow lifted, taunting her. “And again,” he announced and started moving his hips once more.

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When Bar returned, Summer was dressed…just, and Mika had a blanket wrapped around them both as she leaned back against his chest. Mika was sure Bar would detect the scent of sex still heavy in the air. Of course, he’d been able to share in their climaxes through their mental link. Mika had no doubt Bar had been there every time. His friend smiled as he came in and dropped Mika’s clothes on the bed. “Thought you’d like those,” he said then turned his attention to Summer. “Hey, baby, guess what?” He dropped a kiss on her lips, and she reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck. Bar lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, her need permeating all their beings once more. Their woman loved sex, and Mika couldn’t be happier about that. Mika loved watching the two of them together. He knew Bar felt the same. If not for the urgency to get Summer back to town, where there was adequate shelter and supplies, Bar would have stayed and watched his two mates make love. “What?” she finally asked. “The salvage party brought back everything from the plane back last night.

It’s at the community center, waiting for the three of you to go through it.” She dropped her feet to the ground, her mood visibly changing at the reminder of her previous life. “I hope my cameras are okay.” “We’ll find out soon enough. Let’s go.” Bar looked over Summer’s shoulder at Mika, and Mika saw the troubled look in his cluster mate’s eyes. All was not well here, but he knew Bar couldn’t tell him without alerting Summer as well. “Wait!” she cried as they started outside. She unzipped her backpack. “I need to leave something for the next people who come through.” They were taking the blankets with them to wash then return as soon as possible. She pulled the matches and flashlight from her pack and put them in the big Ziploc with the others. Then she shoved the extra socks into one of the plastic bins by the bed. “You’re awfully free with my clothes,” Bar said. “You used the place, too, didn’t you?” “She has you there.” Together, they trooped outside, and Summer closed the rope latch with far less difficulty than she’d had opening it. “What is that?” she asked when she turned. “That, baby, is a moose buggy.” “It looks like… I don’t know what it looks like. A Jeep-4x4-franken-truck on steroids. How big are the tires on that monstrosity?” “Fifty-two inches. It’ll go through mud and bogs and snow like this as if it’s nothing. It’ll get you home safe.” He leaned in. “And Bar loves driving the thing, but he doesn’t get much of a chance.”

She shook her head. She obviously didn’t know what to make of the thing that looked like it had been made from a bunch of different vehicles. It stood so far off the ground he was sure she’d have trouble getting in it. As it turned out, he needed to lift her inside, and she sighed in delight as she discovered the heated interior of Bar’s fabulous-ground eating monster. “I take it back,” she said as she settled onto a fur-lined back seat. “This is a wonderful vehicle.” She closed her eyes and waved a hand in the general direction of Caribou Run. “Take me home, boys.” Mika and Bar exchanged a look, wishing she really meant that.

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Chapter Eight

 

The men seemed strangely quiet all the way back to Caribou Run while Summer happily contemplated getting her belongings and, foremost, finding clean underwear and jeans. After everything they’d been through, she was pretty sure this pair was ready to stand up on its own and tell stories. “I should probably go right over there and get my things,” she said. “Guess so,” Mika replied. “You don’t want to take a shower first or anything?” “You implying something?” she asked, knowing he wasn’t. Still, she probably did smell sweaty, and there was no doubt in her mind she smelled of sex. “Do you think maybe one of you could go over and get my small suitcase? It has my name on it. That’s what I really want first. It won’t do any good to take a shower only to put on the same dirty clothes.” “Right,” Mika said. Bar remained conspicuously silent, and she sensed a pensiveness about him, but both men were blocking her from their thoughts, if the radio silence on their mental connection was any indication. Mika had explained some about the telepathy earlier, while they’d waited for Bar. Apparently, she’d learned how to block them yesterday—something useful for privacy but also exhausting to maintain. It had contributed to her collapse. She had no idea how she’d done it though, or even if she could duplicate the mental wall. Her brows drew together as she sat up and looked back and forth between the two men in the seats in front of her. “What’s wrong?” “You haven’t decided yet,” Bar finally said. “And once you have your things… Well, if you really want to go, we’ll let you. We’re not kidnappers or mountain men who’ll keep you chained up in our house forever. You’re our mate, and we’ll always be connected, but you have to choose us.” “We can’t make you,” Mika added.

“Oh,” she murmured, surprised and confused that it was her only response. Her only verbal response. Hot prickles flashed up her back as her stomach plummeted and twisted. Returning to Caribou Run was the beginning of the end. “It doesn’t have to end,” Mika said. He turned in his seat and reached back to grasp her icy fingers. When had the cab of the moose buggy gotten so cold? “It does,” she whispered. She looked down at his hand around hers. “Give me time. I’ve only known you a couple days. I need more than that.” His jaw worked as if he had plenty to say, but he kept his lips pressed firmly together. She tried to read his thoughts, but found nothing. It was as if a steel wall had again risen between her mind and his. She found the same with Bar. “Maybe, I should just go right over to the community center, after all.” She nodded. She needed to be on her own and get her thoughts straight.

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Emmie was already at the center when Summer arrived. “Are you okay?” Summer asked after they’d hugged. She normally wasn’t much of a hugger, but just seeing Emmie, she wanted to hold on and not let go for a while. They hadn’t known each other before, but Emmie represented home and all the familiar, non-shape-shifter stuff Summer knew. “Okay, I suppose,” the other woman replied, suddenly moving back to the pile of things that had been salvaged. “It’s rather…intense here, isn’t it?” Summer tilted her head, raising her eyebrows in humor. “You could say that. Intense. Yeah.” “So…” Emmie twisted her hands and stared out the window at the snow-covered landscape that seemed to sparkle under today’s clear, sun-filled skies.

“Kelsey wants to leave ASAP, but I think I’m going to stay. I was heading out to teach at that village, but now, well, they need a teacher here. There aren’t any, and there are several at Sisuaq Ablu.” “So you’re going to stay with the two who rescued you?” Summer asked, feeling a stab of guilt. Why couldn’t she be as sure as Em? The other woman gave a single, breathy huff of laughter. “I didn’t say that. Caribou Run needs me more than Sisuaq Ablu. Their only teacher left here last spring, and the children should have been back to college a month ago. No one will come here to work, but it’s just what I’ve been looking for. Kane and Aron have nothing to do with it.” Summer offered a smile, wondering what exactly Em wanted from life. “I’m glad. I really am,” she told the woman. Deep down, she wondered how long Em would be successful in fending off the two who’d claimed her.

If they were anything like Bar and Mika, it wouldn’t be long at all. It didn’t take much time for Summer to separate her things into a pile near the door. It wasn’t a lot. Two suitcases, a trunk, a computer and case, her purse and the bag with her two cameras. A somewhat pathetic representation of her life, she decided, but then, she’d never been one to have a ton of things. A lot of baggage wouldn’t have been welcome at Sisuaq Ablu anyway. From what she’d been told, they were simple people without a lot of extras. “Do you think Kelsey will come for her things?” Em shook her head. “No, she said they could do whatever they wanted with it. Most of her personal stuff was already sent ahead of the trip. She was just bringing medical supplies. She’ll arrange for a new shipment.” “Since you’re staying, maybe, you can see that these get to the town’s doctor?” “You’re not staying?”

The rock that had settled in Summer’s middle pressed harder on her chest. “I don’t think so. There’s nothing here for me.” Except Bar and Mika, but she couldn’t give up everything for them. Could she? “It would be great if you were, but I understand.” Yeah, it would be nice if I did, Summer thought. Emmie would make a good friend, someone from home. That wasn’t happening though. She forced a pleasant smile on her face as she wished Emmie all the best.

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The men were stone-faced when she left the community center, and she knew they’d heard her decision through her thoughts. Well, bully for them. She couldn’t help being pissed that they’d closed her off. She was on a precipice, inches from falling, and they’d deserted her. Taking a deep breath, she hiked her purse and camera bag on her shoulder then headed for the pair of scowling men, pulling the smaller of her suitcases behind her. “I left everything else there. I couldn’t carry it all.” “We’ll see to it,” Bar said stiffly. “Um, well…” Trailing off, she sighed. It was as if she’d never spoken with them, never been intimate, never seen inside their hard heads. She breathed shallowly through her slightly parted lips to keep her tears at bay. This was so freaking unfair. Her chest squeezed as she tried to hold herself together. “I know you wanted to freshen up,” Mika offered, “but the plane leaves in fifteen minutes. Fillion’s pissed. He won’t fly you out of here, so someone else is filling in.” Well, go, Fillion, she mused, wishing someone else would freaking show some emotion.

“Do you want to take the rest with you? Or should we ship it later?” Bar asked. “Ship it.” Suddenly, she understood Kelsey wanting nothing. “I guess I should go check in.” Her voice was flat, and she couldn’t look at them anymore. She trudged toward the airport doing her best to ignore the men who were breaking her heart. Breaking her heart? She mentally kicked herself. She’d been the one so gung-ho about going and resuming her non-existent life. There was nothing out there that she couldn’t do here. Her short, deadly trek into the wild tundra had shown her so much she could document. Her role in this wasn’t the only one that mattered. She spun on Bar and Mika; her fury barely contained. “You’re not even going to fight for me?” she exclaimed. “Seriously? Way to make a girl feel wanted. Hmph!” They were in front of the guys’ house, and the two of them could just stay here. She didn’t need someone showing her the way to the tiny airstrip and waving her off. She’d gotten the hint. She pivoted away, ready to march all the way to the airport where she’d tell them she didn’t need a ride, because she was staying—not that she’d stay with these dunderheads. There was plenty for her to do here. She’d take Emmie’s road and find a place of her own. Maybe, they could be roommates while Summer worked on her photo-journal articles. Bar grabbed her arm and yanked her back. She shoved down her relief at that move, hiding it because she still wasn’t confident in where she stood here. “We’ve been fighting for you ever since we walked through our sliders and found you naked in our living room,” he growled.

“You’ve been fucking me ever since then,” she countered. “We know nothing about each other.” “The gods would not have sent you if you weren’t just right for us. There’s plenty of time for the other stuff once we get the lust out of our systems.” “God forbid that ever happen,” she breathed. Both men stared at her. Bar recovered first—of course, he was the leader. She smiled inwardly, liking the idea of him leading her down the paths they’d glimpsed but hadn’t had time to fully investigate. He hustled her into the house, his grip like iron around her wrist. Mika sprinted behind them with her suitcase. “Nuliaba abnaba…mate…what do you mean?” Bar asked once the door was closed. She understood his need for clarification. He’d lowered his walls, and she felt his hope. “Maybe, I could stay…” “Not good enough,” Mika protested. “There’s no maybe. You will or you won’t.” “But what if it doesn’t work?” “It will.” “I…” Closing her eyes, she envisioned life with Bar and Mika. It was so easy to see it: the three of them together, sharing their work, relaxing, loving, making a life. It was harder to see her existence without them anymore.

It was as if her path had veered, and the old way had just disappeared. She tried to see herself with another man, but instead her mind’s eye saw her men with another woman. But they looked younger. Her eyes went wide as she realized what they were doing. How dare they show her an old girlfriend? “Don’t do that! Don’t you ever do that again!” she ordered. “I never want to see that again. Just erase it from your heads.” “We won’t have any choice,” Mika replied dismally, obviously egging her on. “If you leave, after a few years, we’ll be lonely, and maybe, Jane will be our only choice.” “Over my dead body. I can see I have no choice here.” She shrugged off her jacket then reached for the hem of her shirt. Bar’s hand on her arm stopped her. “There’s always a choice. Choose well.” She took a step back and glanced from him to Mika.

Slowly, she pulled the shirt over her head then turned and took off her bra as she walked away. “I thought you understood,” she told them as she tossed the lacy garment over her shoulder. “I already did.” She was already beside Bar’s bed when the two men dashed into the room then tackled her to the mattress. They sure liked to pounce. Just like cats. She grinned. Her cats. As she hugged them to her, and they started taking off the rest of her clothes, she couldn’t say she loved them, but she knew that day would come soon. Every hour, her feelings grew, and she felt it in them, too. Right now, it might mostly be sex and destiny, but that was okay. “But what about us being shifters?” Bar asked, once she was naked. “Nice timing,” she commented, but she didn’t complain as he slipped a finger along her slit and stroked her until she’d nearly forgot his question. “What about it?” Mika’s finger joined Bar’s, and they each pushed a long digit inside her. Her hips bucked upward as they stroked her g-spot. She shook, jerking into their finger-fucking. Strands of electric sensation started through her once more, and she knew she’d never grow tired of this. She’d always be complete in their arms, with their hard bodies beside her—and in her. Her thoughts opened, seeking to connect with them. “Shifters, lynx…” Mika reminded, his lips brushing her ear. “You’re okay with it.” His question shocked her from the sensation that had been dragging her toward climax. She pushed up on her elbows and wiggled away from them so her pussy was free of their distracting fingers. Cross-legged, she leaned back on her hands and studied her men. “You two are really dense.” Bar’s thick arms crossed his wide chest. “Do tell.” “I’m throwing myself at you here.

I’ve slept with both of you since I found out you’re shifters, and I’m ready to do it again. Take the hint. I’m okay with it. A little stunned since I didn’t know people with that ability existed, but okay with it nonetheless. Just leave the cats outside the bedroom, okay?” Mika grabbed her ankle and dragged her back down the bed, pulling her legs until she was flat. He nipped at the arch of her foot. She trembled but tried to stay focused. “You know what I’m not okay with?” “What’s that?” Bar asked, obviously less-than-concerned as he parted her folds and lapped at her inner flesh. “This.” She waved her hand vaguely. His head lifted, and Mika paused. “Come again?” Bar asked. “I certainly hope to,” she quipped. Mika grinned, a jokester recognizing a kindred spirit. This was why they’d all get along so well. They were all kindred, apparently ordained. She grabbed Bar’s collar and pulled him up to her. He straddled her body, cupping her face. He kissed her hard and let her know she could pull him, but he was still the boss. “What is it?” he asked. “What’s the problem?” He caught her lower lip with his teeth, pulling on it then laving it with his tongue. “You’re both still dressed, and you have me naked. Surely, I’m not the only one to see the issue here.” Bar looked at Mika. “Do you see a problem?” “Nope.” Together, they parted her legs and showed her that even things that seemed wrong at first could be absolutely perfect.

 

 

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Well, this story ends here. I hope you have enjoyed it. I will start posting another book soon. That would be all from me for now.
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