Hour of the Lion by Cherise Sinclair (android e book reader txt) 📗

On her right flank, Zeb gave her a long look before saying to Alec, "I would that I was you."

"Thank you, cahir," Alec said, still gasping for breath. He grinned at Zeb, and then frowned.

Sniffed.

"She refused me, and I believe the one before me." Zeb tugged a lock of Vic‘s hair. "Her choice seems to be made."

Alec didn‘t touch her, just stared at her. "You had no one tonight?"

She flushed. "Calum and I…did," she muttered. "Not the others. I couldn‘t."

As Zeb walked away, Alec lifted Vic‘s hand and bit her palm, sending a bolt of lust through her.

She stepped closer, rubbed her face against his, marking him with her scent. "Mine."

He tipped her head back and took her mouth so thoroughly, she sagged in his grip. "Yours."

Alec had taken her upstairs, and oh God, no problem with the heat disappearing. It rose so fast and encompassing that she‘d actually begged him to take her.

He had, hard and fast, no teasing—he pounded her into a screaming climax. A few minutes later, he did it again. And again before showering with her as Calum had and leading her back downstairs. Damn him.

This time, even though men surrounded her, nothing happened. The heat simmered inside her, keeping her uncomfortable and wanting, but no one who approached made it rise. She wanted Alec. Wanted Calum. Every time she caught the sound of their voices or their scents, she clenched inside, hollow and hurting. Needing to be filled.

Finally, after forever, Joe Thorson strolled into the tavern. She blinked at him. Hadn‘t someone said he didn‘t attend Gathers any more? He headed toward Calum, but an older woman abandoned the younger men around her to step into his path. When she imperiously held out her hand, Joe barked a laugh and took her upstairs.

Vic saw Calum and Alec exchange looks and grin.

When Joe came back downstairs, he went directly to Calum. They talked for a few minutes, then Joe assumed Calum‘s spot at the bar.

What was going on?

Calum nodded at Alec, then looked at her, his gaze dark and possessive. Hot. He stalked across the room, a predator focused on his prey. On her. She felt a shiver deep inside.

Alec closed in on her other side, dwarfing her with his size. Her gaze lifted, moving over his broad, muscular chest, shoulders twice the size of hers, his strong corded neck, to be caught by his heavy-lidded stare. Her need blazed, as out of control as a burning city.

"Victoria," Calum said, taking her other hand. "We‘re going upstairs. Together this time."

Both of them? As Alec lifted her into his steely arms, heat pumped through her veins until the air itself shimmered.

In a tiny upstairs room, he dropped her onto fuzzy yellow cushions, grinning when she bounced.

Her insides tingled as she laughed. Sex with him was always so warm and joyful, like making love in the sun.

Calum caught her gaze, and his aura of power—and danger—made her shiver. Sex with Calum was like making love in a forest at night, dark and shadowy and rich.

She wanted them both more than she could bear. She held her arms up.

Alec pulled her shirt off, and then kissed her, his lips teasing despite the hard grip of his hands on her upper arms. Calum dragged her jeans off. No boots, no underwear—and she delighted in how quickly they got her naked.

Pushing her thighs apart, Calum stroked between her legs, finding her center, skillfully teasing her until she moaned, her hips lifting to him.

"I need to taste," Alec growled.

"No," Vic shook her head. "I want you inside me. Now." She ached with excitement. "Hard and fast like before."

"Nope. Last time we went straight for the finish line. We‘re going slower this round." Alec stripped, taking his time, driving her mad.

Already unclothed, Calum sat down behind her, his legs around her hips, his feet on the outside of her knees. His rigid erection pressed into the crack between her buttocks, sending more cravings through her. His muscular chest rubbed her back. She was surrounded by his body. His heady masculine scent. Oh God.

His arms crossed in front of her, securing her in his grip, and he leaned back onto a pile of pillows, pulling her into a half-reclining position.

"Calum, no."

"Yes," he whispered in her ear. His big hands secured her so she couldn‘t move. "You will let Alec enjoy your taste. After that, we will have you as many times as it takes to exhaust you.

And us." His teeth closed on her shoulder, painful and so erotic that she moaned.

Despite her resistance, Alec‘s strong hands pulled her legs apart.

"No, Alec, I want you inside—"

"Give me her left ankle," Calum interrupted. When Alec complied, he gripped her ankle, holding her leg high, opening her. The cool air brushed the wetness on her pussy and down the insides of her thighs.

Alec grinned. "Thank you, brawd. Nice and exposed." He slid down between her legs, his face over her pelvis. His fingers framed her sex, spreading her labia, pulling the hood up and away from her clit. "God, you‘re pretty, Vixen, and very swollen." When he blew on her, every sensitive nerve fired, and she arched.

He gave a growling laugh. "Your clit‘s sitting right out there for me to torture." And he slid his tongue over her, slow and hot and wet.

She choked on a scream and another when his tongue pushed into her entrance before sliding back over the tight nub. Her legs jerked uncontrollably, but he had one pinned under his weight and Calum held the other.

"Dammit, I want to be fucked." Her insides ached, needing more, and Alec‘s teasing would drive her mad. "You assholes," she spat.

When she fought to sit up, Calum‘s arm around her waist tightened. "You had what you needed earlier," he murmured. "Now we will enjoy our female…and you will take it." He closed his free hand over her breast, calluses scraping over the nipple.

More heat shot through her.