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

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His cock hit the back of her mouth and she struggled to take him deeper. Her eyes rolled back in her head as wild sensation tumbled through her. Her pulse throbbed. Her skin throbbed. Her whole body throbbed. Reaching out with her thoughts, she connected with the men and lost herself in all the impressions bombarding her. Hers…? Theirs…? She felt them all as their beings had once more coalesced into one. Mika’s hands bit into her hips, and she heard a yowl as he poured himself into her at the same time Bar exploded into her throat. She swallowed frantically, trying to capture all the tart release. Mika made a strangled sound, and she felt him vibrating behind her, jerking. His fingers dug into her hips, biting into her ass where Bar had spanked her. She moaned and tried to pull away from Bar and look back at Mika. Suddenly, Mika yanked free of her and dashed from the room. “Keep. Doing. That,” Bar demanded, keeping her from turning. His hand on the top of her head kept her in place, and she rolled her eyes upward to see his contorted countenance. Diligently, she licked away the rest of cum that had spilled from him when the three of them had climaxed together. Mika? she asked, still concerned. Had she done something wrong? He’s okay, Bar replied. Sometimes, he gets overwhelmed. Nothing to worry about. Slowly, he pulled free of her. As she looked up at him, she saw his concerned stare at the door and knew Bar wasn’t telling her everything. In silence, he climbed from the bed and released the ropes around her ankles then unbound her wrists. Summer moved to curl up. “No, stretch out,” he said. “Your muscles will be tight after that session. Let me help you.” Feeling more vulnerable than when she’d been tied, she moved to lie on her back. Something was up, and she wasn’t sure what. She glanced at the doorway again. “Are you sure I didn’t do something wrong?” “You were perfect.” Bar smiled and drew the backs of two curled fingers along her cheek. “We couldn’t ask for a better mate, nuliaba abnaba.” “Don’t…” she started, and he pressed his fingertips to her lips.

“What is…is,” he told her. “It’s not for any of us to fight. The gods have ordained it.” As if that said everything, he moved to her legs and began massaging the tight muscles while carefully avoiding her bruises. Summer pushed up on her elbows. “That’s maybe one of the craziest things I’ve ever heard—and I’ve heard a lot of crazy crap.” “Believing in something you can’t explain isn’t crazy, baby.” “Hell, yeah, it is.” “Relax,” he admonished as her vehemence tensed her legs. His thumbs pushed into her thigh muscles, and she groaned, dropping back her head. “How can I relax? I’m at the mercy of two men who apparently belong to some weird sex cult.” He laughed. “Just because you don’t understand it, doesn’t mean it’s a cult.” With his long fingers splayed wide on her belly, he pushed her to her back then he climbed over her and blanketed her with his powerful body. His firm hands banded her wrists while he stared down at her. “There is more here than you’re acknowledging. How is it that you came to us just as we prayed for our woman to arrive? That you were not killed in the crash? That you can communicate with us through your thoughts?” “Coincidence. Coincidence. And…” She lifted a shoulder and sighed. “I don’t know. Hallucinogenic drugs?” “The gods,” Bar argued. He kissed the tip of her nose then brushed his lips over hers. With a content hum, she parted for him, welcoming his tongue inside her mouth. Her legs bent around his hips to cradle his body, and she rocked her pussy into his partially erect penis, savoring the sensation of being close to him.

Deep down, she knew she shouldn’t be making love with him, not that she dared think about that. She didn’t want Bar or Mika hearing her muddled thoughts. But, yes, far inside her, she knew something was off here. Her connection with the men was way too perfect. Mika cleared his throat as he returned to the room, and she smiled at him, reaching out an arm while Bar kissed her shoulder. With a sheepish grin, Mika sat on the edge of the bed. “Sorry about that.” He lifted the mug he’d brought in with him. “I made you some tea.” She noticed he didn’t explain what had happened. She wanted to ask him about it, but didn’t. She didn’t know him well enough to delve into whatever hang-ups he might have. Which was laughable considering she was fucking these two any way they wanted. Bar rolled to her side, and she sat up, but she didn’t reach for the mug Mika offered. “I don’t want the tea.” Mika made a face. “You’ve had a rough time of it, baby,” he chided. “And we’ve probably pushed you too hard too soon—” “I’m fine,” she interrupted, thinking they’d pushed her just perfectly. Her body hummed with the sated pleasure—to hell with the small aches. She liked the slight sting still gripping her ass and the well-pounded twinge in her pussy. She could do that all again, she decided around a yawn. Bar stroked her hair. “It won’t knock you out. It’ll just help you sleep and further heal your body. You were going to sleep anyway.” “You’re safe with us, and we’ll be right here,” Mika enjoined. “I know I’m safe with you,” she snapped. Her eyes narrowed because she knew they wouldn’t let up. “What’s in it? I don’t do drugs, and I’m not about to start now.” “Just herbs,” Mika answered. “All legal ones.

If you want, I can have Grandmother explain what they are.” Summer sighed. She didn’t want to disturb their grandma. “It’s only eight o’clock. Last time I went to bed that early, I was in second grade.” Bar twined his fingers with hers then kissed her knuckles. “When was the last time you were in a plane crash?” “Good point,” she conceded reluctantly, a tingle running up her arm. “The better you feel, the more adventurous we can be in bed,” Mika offered. More adventurous than they’d already been? That was a selling angle. “Another good point,” she again agreed. “It’s the last dose,” Bar explained. “No one needs more than three. You’ve had two. You remember the last time you took it, and the other was when you were somewhat comatose.” “No more after today?” “Nope,” they both replied. “After this, you’ll be completely healed,” Bar went on. “Fine. Give me the damn cup.” Much as she didn’t want to admit it, she was achy. If this was the miracle, non-narcotic cure, she’d take it. Mika handed the tea to her then kissed the top of her head. “I’ll see you in the morning, nuliaba abnaba.” She grabbed his fingers, keeping him from leaving. “You’re not sleeping in here?”

He glanced at Bar then back to her. “Of course, I will, if you want.” “I do. I want you both here.” She couldn’t say why, but she needed the feel of them on either side of her.” “Then we’ll be here,” Bar promised. Satisfied, Summer drank the tea then snuggled into the pillows, warm striations of tingling sensation spreading through her body.

Bar looked at Mika when they were alone in the living room, Summer’s soft snores coming from his bedroom. “What the hell happened in there?” “I don’t know. All of a sudden, my lynx wanted out. That very second. I held him back—mostly. I just had to get out of there before something bad happened, and I actually did shift. That’s never happened to me. Scared the hell outta me, too.” Even now, Mika felt the lynx pacing inside him. It wanted Summer to know him. To touch him, too, and feel his feline presence. Mika had been horrified when he’d felt that magic start shimmering through him. “We have to tell her soon,” Bar said, heading into the kitchen to clean up from dinner. Mika followed him. “Why?” His cluster mate slid him a disbelieving glance. Okay, true, just a few hours ago, Mika had been the one to insist they tell her. “Because she’s our mate, and she needs to know,” Bar said. “Obviously, it’s dangerous to hide it from her. It seems our animals will force the revelation.” Mika sighed, knowing Bar was right, but not wanting to face the consequences. He’d sooner square off with a bear than do something that would cause him to lose the woman the gods had sent them. Lying to her, even by omission, would probably drive her away. “In the morning,” he sighed. Whatever Bar would have said was cut off by the ringing of their satellite phone. Mika went to answer it then hung-up minutes later. “We have to fly into Fairbanks in the morning for an emergency staff meeting.” Both he and Bar worked as securities and commodities traders, each servicing a wide base of clients for their home company, CazSource, based out of Fairbanks.
While they could normally telecommute via satellite internet, occasionally they were called into the main office. “They’re yanking everyone in.” Bar shook his head, glancing toward his bedroom. “The timing sucks.” “Yeah.” But Mika was glad he’d have a few extra hours before the big lynx reveal. “I’ll run over to my brother’s and get him to file an early flight plan to Fairbanks,” Bar said. “He’ll have to rearrange the rest of his schedule or go out really early for us. Did they say how long the meeting would be? We’ll probably have to stay overnight.” Mika shook his head. “I don’t like leaving her here alone that long.” “What choice do we have? We can’t support her if we don’t have jobs.” Right. So why did Mika have a nasty, sinking feeling in his gut? He didn’t want to take off for Fairbanks before everything was settled with their mate. Too much was still off. We’ll work it out. Don’t worry, Bar said, clasping Mika’s shoulder. Mika leaned into him and nudged Bar’s neck while Bar rubbed his face along Mika’s hair. But no amount of pheromones and comfort would alleviate the troubled feeling roiling in Mika’s middle. When they parted a few minutes later, Mika headed to his room to make sure his suit was ready for tomorrow and to pack a small bag. He wanted to get that out of the way ASAP, because he intended to spend the rest of the night with Summer in his arms.