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

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Summer had been hit by a bus. It was the only explanation for the deep allover ache throbbing through her body. It hurt to breathe, and she was pretty sure it would hurt to open her eyes if she tried. Somewhere nearby, a fire crackled, and she smelled the pleasant scent of burning wood. At least, it wasn’t jet fuel. At that, her eyes flew open, and she jerked upright, immediately moaning at the pain that screamed through her. Breathing shallowly, she looked around her, trying not to move her head…much. Where was she? Instead of twisted metal, she was in a dim room. It wasn’t a hospital. She was in the middle of a wide bed. A thick, patchwork quilt covered her legs and pooled at her waist. Dear God! Her naked waist. Her first reaction was to cover her breasts, but her arms refused to move without great effort. “We thought you’d be more comfortable without bloody clothes twisting around you. No one took advantage of you.” A man moved into her line of vision and sat on the side of the bed. “You were in an accident. Do you remember what happened?” “Yes.” Plane crash. In the middle of nowhere. Right? “Where am I?” With difficulty, she managed to get her head to turn his direction. Luminous silvery-blue eyes met her gaze. She’d never seen anything like them. His calloused fingers skimmed lightly over her cheek, drawing her attention to his bronzed skin tone. A dark rain of hair fell past his shoulders and framed a sharp-featured face with high cheekbones and full lips. Definitely Native American descent. Gently, his thumb traced the indent below her eye and goose bumps lifted on her skin. The pleasant tingle momentarily superseded her pain as her entire focus centered on the man’s calloused fingertip as it touched her face. “I am Mika, and you’re in my home. My cluster companion, Bar, and I rescued you from the crash,” he replied, his voice washing dark, confusing pleasure over her senses. She stared at him, his wide shoulders and the pecs defined beneath his pale-blue tee making her mouth water. She swallowed to push away the ache to taste him, but the small movement only made her want him more. Her eyes dropped lower to his flat belly then to the clear bulge of his cock beneath the soft denim fabric that stretched over his groin as he sat. The ridge shifted, growing as she stared. What was wrong with her? This wasn’t the time to be attracted to anyone, let alone a stranger who had her naked in his bed. Still, her body reacted to him, and against all reason, warm cream flowed into her pussy to dampen her pulsing slit. Carefully, she reached for the blanket to draw it over herself before he noticed how hard her nipples were. Too late. His gaze dropped to her breasts. He swallowed. Closing his eyes, he drew a deep breath through his nose, and when he released it, a faint smile curved his lips. “The others? Emmie? Kelsey?” she asked, trying to redirect his focus. “They survived. They are with their men.” “Thank goodness! Wait. What? Their…men?” “Here,” Mika said, ignoring her question as he reached for a mug that sat on a small table beside the bed. “Drink this. It will ease your pain and help you sleep. When you wake, we’ll discuss…things.” She knew she should argue, should insist on answers, should worry that she was naked, but debilitating pain had started to overtake her, and her head throbbed, blurring her thoughts. “I need to contact my family—” He slipped an arm beneath her shoulders, lifting her slightly. She wasn’t sure if her groan was from the pain or from her visceral response to his manly scent and the way his powerful forearm felt beneath her shoulders.

He pressed the cup to her lips before she could sort her reactions. “Drink. Now.” His tone brooked no argument, and another shock of arousal tightened Summer’s belly. What the hell? She’d never let anyone order her around, and now, she got hot from this guy doing it? The crash must have scrambled her senses, and she must have hit her head hard. It sure felt like it. Her silly body couldn’t decide if it was needy or broken. Gingerly, she took a sip from the steaming mug. The scent was pleasant, and the brew tasted like a mix of chamomile and mint.

“More,” he urged. His hand tightened on her shoulder as he held her up, and she imagined what it would be like if it were clasping her while they had sex. He seemed so…strong. Powerful and able to command her body as he fucked her. And again, with those thoughts! She had to get herself under control. Focusing on the mug, she drank more of the tea. When he was satisfied, she’d taken enough, he set aside the cup. She groaned as he eased her back onto the pillows then pulled away his arm. His heat had felt so good against her aching muscles. She wanted it wrapped around her—and more than that, she needed to wrap around him…and that cock that seemed larger now as she glanced at it. He bent over her, studying her face with his strange eyes and distracting her from his erection. “Your pain will fade soon,” he assured her. His firm fingers brushed over her brow as he continued to hold her gaze, his stare almost hypnotizing. Her awareness shifted uncomfortably as he seemed to peer inside her, seeing parts of her she’d never shared with anyone. Soon, as if commanded by his words, her cares seemed to float into the ether. Distantly, she protested the break in the intimate web he’d worked around them with just his intense blue-eyed stare, and she wondered what was in the concoction he’d given her. And what was it she’d been so worried about? She couldn’t…quite… It didn’t matter. She sighed as a pleasant haze surrounded her. “So beautiful,” Mika murmured, bending closer and pushing a stray hair from her face. “We knew your eyes would be green. What is your name, nuliaba abnaba?” “Summer,” she replied slowly. Her lids were growing heavy, and her tongue felt too thick to speak.

“Auraq,” he murmured. “Summer…” “Mmm…” She wanted to go to sleep and curl up with him. She supposed she really should be worried or afraid, but her fuzzy mind lost the idea long before she drummed up any fear. “Summer,” he repeated, drawing her attention from the floating sensation that had claimed her. “We are going to rub your body with sweet oil. It will ease your pain.” Pain? What pain? Through barely open eyes, she saw another man enter the room. His looks were similar to Mika’s, but his eyes were silvery-green. “He’s as pretty as you are,” she sighed. Mika grinned and looked over his shoulder. “Grandmother’s tea strikes again.” The other man lifted a brow. “I am pretty, but she must be hallucinating to think you are.” “He is,” Summer protested. Even through her hazy thoughts, she observed the shoulders that were as wide as Mika’s and the powerful muscles that strained from the sleeves of his T-shirt. His skin had the same coppery tone as Mika’s, and she realized errantly that she wanted to lick him. She swallowed. She definitely wanted to taste that hard chest where she could see the tiny buds of his small male nipples pressing against the cotton. Her fingers curled, itching to reach up and touch him but restrained by drugged lethargy and damn societal convention. He laughed and sat on the other side of the bed then leaned over her so she didn’t have to turn her head. “We’ll see if you think he’s pretty once you wake again and the tea has worn off.” “Good stuff,” she replied. She slowly rubbed the back of her hand across her face, realizing it didn’t hurt to move nearly as much as it had before.

“Indeed,” he replied. “This oil will help you feel even better,” Mika told her, pulling her attention back to him. “May Bar and I touch you?” God, yes. Summer stretched, knowing if she could just pull her muscles far enough, she’d start to feel normal again. “You can do whatever you want.” Bar chuckled. “We’ll save that permission for later, nuliaba abnaba.” He pulled the blanket off her then held out his hand, and Mika poured liquid into the palm from a small clay pitcher. She was lying naked before them on a bed, and she couldn’t drum up the sense to be concerned. Every part of her seemed warm. Feeling their gazes on her only made her belly tighten and a flame lick across her cunt. Her thighs tingled as heavy need rolled through her. Her clit pulsed; the throb almost painful. Worse, and more painful, was that she sensed the desire racking her body wouldn’t be fulfilled. Bar rubbed his hands together then, as she closed her eyes, focusing on fully relaxing and forgetting her need as Bar’s fingers splayed on the skin of her belly. He rubbed in circles, pressing hard enough she felt the heat and pressure seeping into her muscles. “Oh yes, please,” she begged as those palms worked upward to her ribcage. Mika’s hands joined Bar’s on her torso. Slowly, oh so slowly, the two men worked their way up to her breasts, the edge of their fingers rubbing against the base of the mounds, their caresses ebbing away before touching her the way she really wanted. Over and over, their hands moved up and down her body, igniting nerve endings that had long remained dormant. All the while, sleep beckoned while her arousal played tug-o-war with the drugs. Her hips shifted as her increased pleasure translated to a heavy tingle in her pussy. Deep down, she knew this shouldn’t stimulate her. She should be concerned that she was naked and being massaged by two strange men. Two, large, muscular, mouthwatering men. She couldn’t dredge up the energy to care that the situation was far from normal. They were making her feel good…so good. And she wanted their touch. Everywhere. She moaned low in her throat as their palms worked over her belly and ribs once more then kneaded the oil into the slopes of her breasts, never touching her taut areolas. All too soon, the men moved to her shoulders then down her arms.

A strange, numbing tingle emerged in their wake, countering the deep, unsettling need thundering through her veins and tightening the muscles in her belly. “Be calm, nuliaba abnaba,” Bar encouraged. He bent forward and pressed his lips to her temple. “The time for all our desires will come after you have rested.” His finger traced her bottom lip as she sucked in a gasping breath at the look of barely restrained lust in his eyes. Heated ferocity sparked with promises of what would come when he unleashed himself. She could almost picture him staring down at her with those determined eyes as he fucked her. She needed his cock driving into her and assuaging the ache inside. His lips curved into a small smile. “And so you see,” he murmured. “Yes,” she replied, moaning again when his mouth brushed hers. She parted her lips, but as quickly as he’d kissed her, he was gone and the two men moved to her legs. Mika poured a stream of warm oil over her thighs, the drizzle of the liquid far too sensual even to Summer’s hazy thoughts. Somehow, she’d become a being of pure sensation, caught in a fury of lust and pleasure. Any pain had long receded. So had her reasoning.