Snared (10 page)

“You also said it was my choice.”

Both men whirled around, staring at the woman standing in the hallway. She was wearing one of Quinn’s shirts, her feet bare on the wooden floor.

Rogan’s jaw hinged open in surprise, his heart jackhammering in his chest. He looked at the door then back at her. “How the hell did you get in here without us hearing you?”

She shrugged. “You left the window in the bedroom open. It’s a pretty easy leap.” She tugged on the sleeve. “I hope you don’t mind. I’m a bit chilled from the rain.”

Rogan nodded, not sure what to say. A part of him didn’t think she’d actually show, and he was too busy trying to breathe to think of a suitable reply.

Quinn stepped forward. “We can light the fire if you’d like.”

She shook her head, toeing the floor as if she wasn’t quite sure what to say either. “I’ll be fine. But thanks.”

Rogan scoffed and joined Quinn. “This is stupid. We just spent three days discovering every inch of each other. Surely we can sit down and talk.”

“Talking’s not the issue. It’s what happens next.” She crossed over to the window and stared out at the darkness. “Nothing’s changed since I left. We’re at a crossroads, and I think you made your feelings pretty clear.”

“If acting like idiots is your idea of clear, then yeah, we did.” Quinn raised an eyebrow. “But then you wouldn’t be here if you truly believed that.”

She looked back at him over her shoulder. “To be honest, I’m not really sure why I’m here.” A tear escaped down one side of her cheek and she cringed. “This was a mistake. I should leave.”

She tried to dart past them, but they boxed her in, using their larger size to their advantage. Tayen bit her lower lip and gave them both a stern look. “Don’t. Please don’t make this harder than it already is.”

“We have no intentions of doing anything of the sort. But you have to hear us out first.” Rogan took a deep breath. “What happened earlier…we didn’t mean to drive you away, it’s just…”

He turned to Quinn, praying the man had the right words to tell Tayen how they felt.

Quinn rolled his eyes. “You’ll have to excuse him, sweetheart. He’s more a man of action than words.” He reached for her hand. “What Rogan is trying to say is that we’re in…to the mate thing. The whole bonding with you.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake.” Rogan grabbed her other hand and knelt on the floor. “We love you, Tayen. We could search for a thousand years and never find anyone who’d ever come close to you. You’re definitely one of a kind.”

Tears gathered behind her eyes, falling softly to the floor. Pain seared through Rogan’s heart, leaving him breathless. Quinn cursed and pulled her against his chest, holding the back of her head with one hand, while the other cupped her waist.

“We’re sorry. Whatever it takes to prove to you we’re in this for the long haul, we’ll do it.” He stroked her hair, giving Rogan a desperate look. “Tayen, honey. Please. Just tell us…”

His words morphed into a grunt as she slapped him on the shoulder and pulled away.

She gave them both a puzzled look, wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand. “I’m not crying because I’m sad, you big oaf. I’m crying because I’m happy.” She shook her head and stepped back into Quinn’s arms. “You don’t have to do anything else, but love me.”

A wicked smile curved Quinn’s lips. “We were hoping you’d say that.”

Tayen giggled as Quinn picked her up and headed for the room, Rogan close in tow. Rogan still couldn’t believe she was back…to stay. But he didn’t intend on wasting their second chance. Though they’d made love several times, they had yet to be together in a true threesome, a fact he was going to rectify immediately. And this time, he was the one who’d get the chance to see just how tight her ass was.

Quinn kicked the door to Rogan’s bedroom open and headed for the bed, easing Tayen down on the edge. He didn’t wait for an invitation, but grabbed the shirt and yanked it off, tossing it to the side. Then he pulled at his clothes and threw them behind him, not turning to see where they landed.

Rogan followed suit then moved over to the side-table. He opened the drawer and retrieved the lube, holding it up so Tayen could read his intentions. Her eyes widened then darkened, a light flush coloring her skin. Quinn smiled and palmed her thighs, opening her legs to his hungry gaze.

“You know, in all our encounters, I don’t think I’ve had the chance to taste you yet.” He tsked and shook his head. “A terrible oversight on my part. One I need to fix…immediately.”

Tayen’s head lolled back as Quinn bent forward and lapped at her pussy, spearing his tongue along her slit. Rogan climbed on the bed and moved in behind her, loving how she rested her head on his shoulder and clasped one hand in his. He lowered his lips to her collarbone, licking a path to the soft spot behind her ear. She moaned and tilted her head, allowing him better access. He took her offer and moved to the base of her neck, biting at the corded muscle threading into her shoulder.

Tayen rasped both their names, begging them not to stop.

“Not a chance, darling,” said Rogan, moving one hand down to circle her clit. “I’ve also been negligent. It’s about time I tamed that sweet ass of yours, while Quinn claims that wet, little pussy. It’s clear you still doubt our devotion, so there’ll be no stopping until you feel the truth of our love clear through to your soul.”

Tayen sought out his mouth, crushing her lips against his as his other hand found her nipple. He rubbed his palm over the tight bud before pinching it between his fingers. Tayen moaned into his mouth as she pressed her breast harder against his hand.

Quinn hummed and pulled back, locking his eyes on Rogan. “Ah, fuck. She just creamed my tongue. Pinch her nipples again. I need more.”

Rogan obeyed Quinn’s request, rolling her nipples while he continued to finger her clit. He knew she was close, but he didn’t want it to end just yet.

He leaned forward, nipping at her earlobe. “Do you know how hot you look with Quinn’s head buried between your thighs? I know exactly what that’s like. How sweet you taste. How you’ll cream his tongue again when you come. And you want to come, don’t you? I can see the signs, darling. Quinn’s ready for you. Show him how beautiful you are when you unravel against his mouth.”

Tayen held her breath then screamed, pressing her head against his shoulder as her entire body stiffened. Quinn groaned and continued licking, the sound of him lapping up her release driving Rogan closer to the edge. Damn, if he didn’t get inside her ass soon, he’d come on her back.

Tayen finally released a shuddering breath and collapsed into his arms. He held her easy weight, inching her back as Quinn rose to his feet, his face glistening with her juice. He snagged her gaze and licked at his lips, invoking another shiver from Tayen. Then he jumped on the bed and pulled her over him, making sure her legs straddled his.

He drew a finger along her jaw, caressing her cheek. “God, you taste delicious. Now come down here and give your lover a kiss so Rogan can get you ready.”

Tayen glanced back at Rogan, her smile warming his heart before she relaxed on Quinn and took his mouth in hers. Rogan watched them interact as he opened the lube and slathered his cock in the cool gel. He wanted to make sure he was fully covered, so he didn’t cause her any discomfort as he breeched the tiny opening.

Once he was certain he had a thick enough coat, he squirted some on his fingers, and slowly slid them down the valley between her cheeks. Tayen didn’t tense as he circled her puckered opening. Instead she pushed against his intrusion, sinking one knuckle inside her.

Rogan groaned as the hot channel closed around him, holding him tightly inside. “Ah, hell. You’re even tighter back here. I’m not going to last long once you clamp down on my cock like this.”

“So stop teasing me and fuck me already.”

Rogan chuckled and sank his finger completely inside her. “Impatient, aren’t we?” He pulled out, adding a second finger as he sank back in. “Just relax. It’ll be worth the wait.”

“But I need you now, Rogan.” She looked back at him. “Please. I need both of you. Inside. Now.”

Rogan sighed. He couldn’t argue with that. He nodded and dipped in for a quick kiss before patting her ass and positioning his cock at her rear entrance. “Okay, darling. Relax. Once I’m fully seated, Quinn will join us. Then we’ll give you pleasure unlike anything you’ve ever experienced.”

Tayen blew him another kiss then turned to Quinn, raising her ass even higher as she attacked Quinn’s mouth. Rogan used the moment to spread her cheeks apart, opening the tiny rosette as wide as possible. Then he nudged her hole with his cock, pushing just enough to sink the head inside her tight ring and lock him within her.

“Oh. My. God.” His voice was barely recognizable as the heat from her ass burned down the length of his shaft. “I’ve never felt…fuck. Hold on.”

He thrust forward, hoping he wasn’t moving too fast, but unable to stop until his balls slapped against her lips and his groin hit her ass. He clenched his teeth, trying to think of anything, but how tight she held him inside. “Hurry, Quinn. It’s too much. I can’t…”

Rogan didn’t know if he spoke the rest of his thought or just imagined it in his head. Either way, he felt Quinn nudge her pussy and press inside her, increasing the pressure on his already tortured cock. He growled and squeezed his hands on her hips, knowing he was probably leaving tiny, finger-sized bruises on her skin, but unable to hold back. He needed to thrust, and waiting for Quinn to push his way completely inside her was killing him.

He held on, feeling every inch of Quinn’s cock as the man buried himself in Tayen’s wet heat, finally stopping when he reached the end. Rogan smoothed his hands down Tayen’s back as he slowly withdrew, pausing at the rim before pressing back in.

Tayen moaned, a low, primal sound that had his cock flexing in her ass. She was filled with them…and she loved it.

Quinn moved next, dragging his cock through her channel then thrusting back in, groaning when he bottomed out. Rogan knew the kind of pressure assaulting Quinn’s shaft and it was no surprise when Quinn’s body stiffened.

“Bloody, hell. She’s just too tight this way. Won’t…”

Quinn shouted as Tayen tightened her muscles, restricting the space even more. Rogan cursed and lowered his head to her back, whispering for her to hold on. He moved, pulling back and pressing inside in an ever-increasing tempo. He didn’t try to counter Quinn’s movements, too lost in his blossoming release to think beyond the end of his cock. He pounded into her, vaguely aware she was chanting their names, begging them not to stop.

He thought he mumbled he wouldn’t, but his head felt too heavy to tell for sure. He kept pumping, fighting through her tightening tissue as his climax streaked along his spine. He gave one thrust and let go, filling her with spurt after spurt of his seed. In the back of his head, an image of her pregnant with their child shimmered into clarity, and he collapsed on her back, smiling.

Tayen felt Rogan explode and lost control. She screamed both their names, arching between Quinn’s hands as he pumped into her, his shout of release bouncing off the walls. The bedroom faded from view, replaced by streaks of colored light and a firework of explosions. This was it…what she’d searched for all her life. She’d bonded with her mates, and the sensation overloaded her senses. She convulsed around the two cocks then fell onto Quinn’s chest, barely aware of Rogan’s weight against her back. She was floating and she never wanted to come down. Even after they’d pulled their weakening erections from her body and used a cloth to soothe her tired flesh, she didn’t resurface. It wasn’t until Quinn spooned her from behind as Rogan wrapped one arm around her waist, she felt remotely grounded.

Quinn drew her hair back from her shoulder and dropped a kiss on her neck. “Are you okay?”

She hummed and burrowed closer to him, loving how his spent cock surged back to life. “I’m perfect.”

Quinn chuckled. “Yes, you are. But I meant are you okay with…us…bonding?”

“Completely.” She gave them both a smile. “As long as you realize you’re both stuck with me, now. And I do mean stuck.”

Rogan placed a chaste kiss on the tip of her nose. “Wouldn’t have it any other way. Besides, what are the chances we could snare another naked woman in a poacher’s trap?”

She laughed. “I think that’s highly unlikely.”

Quinn snaked one arm between her breasts and pulled her into his chest. “Then it’s settled. Now go to sleep. I have the feeling you’re going to wear us out.”

She sighed and closed her eyes. “Well, cats do have nine lives. And since I want to use them all up on you two, I’d say it’s going to be a very busy ride.”

About the Author

Kris sees herself as somewhat obsessive and feels she tends to push the limits sometimes. But her friends graciously see her as passionate and adventurous. After all, speed limits are only guidelines and shouting is just her way of rising above the chaos. Besides, she thinks the air is cleaner out there on the edge.

Kris started writing erotic stories a few years ago, but didn't try putting them out into the real world until recently. She loves penning independent leading ladies who aren't afraid to kick a bit of butt, especially when it only fuels the desires of their men. But of course, it wouldn't be any fun if the men didn't get to play... Most of her stories involve elements of suspense and quite often have a down right creepy villain lurking in the shadows. But all the better to get the hero's protective instincts going. After all, Kris still loves having a knight ride to the rescue.