The feral need stunned her, but there was plenty about tonight that was doing that.She didn’t have to add to her list of woes—there were more problems than she knew what to do with, but none of them mattered at that moment.
As he impaled her on his shaft, rocking the deepest tissues inside her, he scraped his teeth along her throat, then, at the tender joining of her shoulder, he bit down.
Her hiss flooded Shawn’s mouth as her scent mingled with his and Marcus, and the beast inside her was sated.
She wasn’t sure why, didn’t understand it.It was more than cum, it seemed.More visceral, more primitive.
Her orgasm shot through her like nothing she’d ever known before.It sent her higher, faster.Had her soaring into unknown stratospheres, and the only thing that brought her back down again was the inner knowledge that Marc had cum inside her.
That his seed and Shawn’s were deep in her womb.
With that, she shuddered and slumped against her lover’s chest.
“Where the fuck have you…”
Trip’s startled words had Shawn chuckling a little.Maybe he should have been a tad uncomfortable with his cock out of his pants in a public place, but hell, Trip was Trip.
Even as fucked up as this situation was, as weird as it was getting, this was nothing in the grand scheme of things.
Plus, Trip wasn’t looking at his dick but at El who was slumped in Shawn’s arms while Marc tidied himself up.
“Did you fuck her?”
He wasn’t sure what he heard in the other man’s voice, but it had Shawn’s brows lowering.“Why?”
“I can scent it, so it was a rhetorical question.But that means Leilani will too.”He huffed.“Jesus, Marc.What were you thinking?”
Marc grunted.“It wasn’t like we had much choice.She pounced on Shawn, and then me.”He turned back now his cock was tucked in his pants, then reached for El.
When she’d passed out between them, Shawn had grabbed the small kerchief Marc had in his shirt jacket and had tucked it between El’s legs.Then, he’d helped make her presentable, and had grabbed hold of her while Marc tidied up too.
When he passed El over to him, he made a quick move to fasten himself up.Just in time too as Trip strode over to look at El.He cupped her face in his large hand, stroked his thumb over her cheek.
Casting them both a look, he murmured, “You look like you’ve been attacked.”
“We were.I wasn’t kidding when I said she’d pounced.”
Shawn looked over at Marc and had to stifle a chuckle.He hadn’t even realized it at the time but her hands had been everywhere.Marc, usually debonair and tidy, looked like he’d been in a twister.His hair was all over the place, his skin was streaked with lipstick, and he looked generally rumpled.
If Marc looked as bad as that, then Shawn knew he wouldn’t win any prizes either.
Smoothing back his hair, he murmured, “What happened out here?”
“She claimed us.”
Marc’s matter of fact tone had Trip taking a step back.Whether it was involuntary or a conscious rejection of Marc’s statement, Shawn wasn’t sure.
“Pantera females don’t claim their males.”
Marc sighed.“You and I both know what she did back in there was pure Lion.”
“She’s Panther, Marc,” Shawn retorted, scowling at them both.“She purrs and everything.”
Trip grumbled, shook his head.“Shawn, even I don’t know what’s going on here, so you sure as fuck don’t.”Before Shawn could snarl out his rage, Trip held up a hand.“I mean no disrespect, but there are other forces at play here.Forces we can’t understand because, as per Goddamn usual, we’re out of the fucking loop.”
El stirred in Marc’s arms.
“She’s awakening,” Marc murmured, rather uselessly Shawn figured.
