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

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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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