I moved my mouth over Kirill, his masculine scent spiced with more lion musk now, and admired the thick, ebony mane that had replaced his hair. It spread down to his sleekly-furred shoulders, hiding his neck, then thinned into a V at his chest, where his pelt was just a thin layer, allowing the hard curves of his pectorals to show through. A pair of dark nipples poked free of the fur at their centers. They were begging to be nibbled, and I intended on obliging them soon—after I had my fill of this glorious piece of flesh. Kirill's clawed hand laid carefully over my head and then, with a growl, pushed me down further. I let him get away with it because I wanted that too. I sank down as far as I could go while I stroked his silky, furred balls.
I drew back but before I returned to Trevor, I shifted upward to lick one of those taunting nipples. Then I moved to my right and nuzzled Trevor's chest on my way down to his eager shaft. The Alpha Werewolf had laid back, reclining on a pillow as he watched me pleasure the new Lion God. But now that he had my attention, his demeanor shifted into sharp awareness. His honey eyes watched me lower my lips and wrap them around him, and his jaws opened on a happy growl. Large ears twitched atop his shaggy head and a paw with fingers reached down to work my breast.
“Enough of this, Minn Elska,” Trevor growled, his voice even lower from the shift. “Ride me.”
I grinned wickedly as I climbed back up his muscular, furred body, then settled myself astride his hips. That turgid length immediately prodded my sex, but I had to guide it home. We groaned together as my body claimed his, taking him into me until I was pressed tightly against his pelvis. Fur tickled, then teased as I started a steady tempo, but Trevor would have none of my slow pace. He pulled me down against his chest. Our bodies aligned, fur to skin, and he wrapped his bulging arms around me. As soon as I was held firmly in place, Trevor began pumping.
But he only got a few deep thrusts before Kirill moved into place behind me. Hot, leathery palms coasted up my back, then settled on my ass. The Wolf Prince looked over my shoulder and nodded at the Lion God. He stopped moving so Kirill could get into position. Kirill's hands spread me, then the tip of him prodded that other place. He had to let go of one cheek to guide himself slowly inside, inch by inch, both of us groaning in pleasure the entire way. Once he was seated, he gave a few gentle thrusts to work me open, then, suddenly, slammed deep. I cried out as the men began a tempo they'd perfected.
Fur stroked me at front and back as those savage cocks slammed into me. I went still, as I knew I had to for that position, and just enjoyed the ride. The snarls and growls of my husbands turned into erotic music but it was their words that truly sweetened the sex—their lyrics, if you will. Trevor and Kirill had perfected the art of tandem dirty talk. It couldn't all be crass or it became too nasty for me. I needed a few pretty words among the naughty, and they knew that. They knew everything that made me shiver.
“You're so beautiful, Minn Elska. Especially like this, above me,” Trevor's voice in this form was deeper and a bit gravelly, making the compliment even sexier.
Then, as his long tongue flicked out to lathe my nipples, Kirill leaned forward to whisper in my ear.
“I zink I like zis cock,” Kirill purred. “I like vatching it sink into your ass and spread you open. Do you like it, Vervain?” He nuzzled my ear. “Do you like verelion cock?”
“Oh, yeah,” I said breathlessly.
“Grind your clit against me,” Trevor demanded. “I want to see my fur cling to you.”
I did as Trevor asked and as I did, Kirill slid out of me and moved away. He crawled up to the bed poster on my right, leaned against it, then started stroking himself as he watched us.
“Show us your pussy,” Kirill's Russian accent seemed savage, coming from his lion throat. “Lean back and show us how vet you are.”
I leaned back on one hand, bracing myself on Trevor's thigh, and spread my knees wider. The men made rumbling sounds of appreciation that encouraged me to do more. I reached down with my free hand and spread my sex for them, then combed my finger through the pelt above Trevor's cock and drew it over myself. With my grinding movements, the fur slid over my damp flesh and clung to me.
“Perfect,” Trevor growled. “Beautiful. But I want to taste you now. Get up and come here.”
I eased off Trevor and got carefully to my feet. The last thing I wanted to do was fall on a werewolf with an erection, and I was as clumsy as they come. Trevor reached out to steady me, knowing the risk he was taking, and helped me straddle his chest as he sat up, bringing his muzzle to the level of my sex. He opened those deadly jaws and his tongue stretched out to lick me with one long movement. I screamed and clutched at the clawed hands that held my legs steady.
That long tongue kept licking and laving until I had shivered and screamed my way through a climax. Then those powerful werewolf arms helped me dismount the broad chest. Trevor got to his knees and drew me down to the bed again. He pushed me onto all-fours, then slammed into me from behind. His wild thrusts shook the whole bed, but he held me in place by bending over me and wrapping his arms around my waist. That's when he took the back of my neck between his jaws and bit.
I instantly came again, my whole body clenching as I roared through my pleasure. My orgasm sent Trevor into his, and he lifted his head to howl as he emptied into me, hips twitching forward with each release. The aftershocks rode us both as the echoes of our ecstasy faded.
In my ear, Trevor whispered, “I love you, Vervain.”
“I love you too,” I replied, but Trevor was already moving away—gently but steadily.
Before I could miss him, Kirill had taken his place. He slid inside me and immediately started pumping like a madman.
“I vanted to fuck your pussy too,” he growled in my ear. “Feel you vet and tight around me.”
The pad of a clawed finger went to the apex of my sex and started an urgent rubbing. I was already so sensitive, having just come down from a climax. The pressure sent me soaring back into rapture and my body began to shake.
“Not yet,” Kirill growled and moved his hand away.
His thrusts should have caused an audible slapping but his pelt dampened the sound. Still, I felt Kirill's urgency and the primal need that drove him. It was so intense that it seeped into my mind from his. I hung my head—drowning in the pleasure and wondering how much more I could take—then Kirill suddenly bent over me, pressing his front to my back.
“Now,” he whispered into my ear, then bit the back of my neck, just as Trevor had.
My body exploded into blinding ecstasy.
Chapter Twelve
I went downstairs fully expecting that Viper would be back. I kissed my children—who were in the dining room having dinner with Samantha, Fallon, Zariel, and several lions—vaguely wondering if Viper were still asleep. I wandered into the kitchen and set the coffee to brewing, then went to the fridge and peered over Trevor's shoulder at the selection of food in our industrial-sized refrigerator. He grabbed the eggs and I grabbed the leftover rice.
When you grow up in Hawaii, rice with eggs is a normal breakfast. Add some shoyu—or soy sauce, for those of you who don't know what shoyu is—and bacon and it's a feast. My husbands had not only gotten used to my preference, but it had also become theirs. I dumped the rice on a plate and covered it with a wet paper towel before sticking it in the microwave to soften it. Kirill was already frying the first batch of bacon and Trevor started on the eggs.
