The Beast's Desire 1-3 (Paranormal Romance, Beast Lust Series) (11 page)

His cock became more sensitive as he pistoned into
her, making him feel as though he was endlessly climaxing. “I am yours, Chloe Sanders,” he said as he rolled his eyes upward to watch her face. With the last burst of seed, Ronin’s canines bit into Chloe’s breast hard, marking her as his.

The sudden pain
changed to sweet bliss and was all she needed to throw her body into orgasm. Her sex clenched onto his cock and she cried out in pleasure. Her pussy pulsated again and again on his long shaft, driving his seed deep into her womb.

The mark on her breast pleasurably throbbed as
she climaxed once more, her inner muscles tightly gripping Ronin’s rock-hard shaft. She writhed on top of him and ground her clit onto his hairy abdomen, drawing out her ecstasy.

Finally slowing down, she smiled at Ronin and
caressed his chest with her fingers, enjoying the feel of the fine hair. The words that bound she and Ronin fell from her lips without a thought. “I’m yours, Ronin Devons” she said, the words sealing the Vow between them.

The gentle rain
began to fall harder and poured over Chloe, Ronin and Kane. The growing intensity of the storm seemed to match the powerful ritual taking place among the three lovers.

Chloe felt her body lifted off of Ronin and turned so she was facing her other lover. His hazel eyes never wavered from hers as he sat on
his knees and gently guided her wet pussy onto his hard shaft. Kane pierced the folds of her sex easily and he sucked in a quick breath at the pleasure. He held her still for a moment as he enjoyed the feel of her inner muscles convulse around his erection.

Chloe
gasped as her sex accommodated the thickness of the ape-man’s cock within her. She rotated her hips ever so slightly, massaging her clit against his pelvis, the sensation making her pussy slick with need. She threw her head back at the exquisite pressure on her most sensitive spot and called Kane’s name hoarsely.

His lack of movement and the intensity of being filled with hi
s broad cock rocked her to her core. Breathing heavily, she put one arm around Kane and held out her other hand behind her, silently calling Ronin to join them.

Kane
slid his arms under her thighs, cradling her ass with his large hands. She leaned back against Ronin who drew circles around her areolas with one finger on each hand, until she ached for him to touch her sensitive nipples.

Kane
began to lift Chloe up and down on his erection in very small increments, balancing her only with his arms, watching her intently. The slow, torturous pleasure of her lover’s cock stroking the inner walls of her sex was almost unbearable.

He would
pull out a centimeter, then shove himself into her forcefully; then pull out of her an inch, then drive his erection into her again. Each time he would pull out a little more then ram his cock into her so hard, she had to open her mouth to keep her teeth from rattling.

Chloe gasped loudly as Kane
ground his hips upward then pulled out of her almost completely, just barely leaving the head of his cock within her as he began the unhurried process once again.

Ronin was still circling her nipples, teasing them, but never directly touching the fleshy nubs.
Her clit almost hurt from lack of attention; her body was positioned backwards just far enough, her most sensitive place remained untouched. She felt as though she was going crazy, her nipples and clit absolutely aching to be sucked and touched.

Ronin
finally gave her breasts the stimulation she’d needed as he pinched her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. She hissed at the sensation and arched her back even more.

Moving to her side, h
e supported her weight with one arm as she encircled his body with hers. Her beautiful breasts swayed each time Kane pushed into her and Ronin couldn’t resist the urge to latch his mouth onto her nipple once more.

He grasped her breast with his hand and lifted the
slick, rain-soaked orb to his mouth. His tongue flicked across the hardened nub of her breast and he bit her skin playfully.

Kane hands held Chloe in place as he changed tactics
. No longer interested in a slow pace, he began to push up into her faster, drawing small sounds from her each time he thrust into her womb.

She was still so tight and so wet, he knew he wouldn’t last long, but he wanted her to find her pleasure first. He leaned back on the grass, resting his weight on his elbows, giving Chloe more control over their rhythm
.

Ronin
kept his mouth on her nipple, sucking and nibbling her as she began to move her hips. Wanting to give her more freedom to move, he moved behind her and began kissing her neck and shoulders. He laved her skin with his tongue, savoring her taste mixed with the freshness of the rain.

Chloe nearly exploded
when Ronin’s fingers found her clit as he plucked and massaged the nub, driving her closer to orgasm. When she was almost at the point of no return, his hand left her sensitive spot to grab her wrists, imprisoning them high above her head.

Taking over,
Kane sat up immediately and pulled her close. He wrapped his large hands around her hips and helped her pelvis grind against his body. She felt so good sliding over him, he knew he couldn’t hold on much longer and the cords in his neck strained as he tried to maintain control over his body. The force of their combined movements pushed her into orgasm as warmth spread from her pelvis throughout her body.

She screamed Kane’s name as her climax
crashed over her like waves, again and again, her mind lost in the fog of blissful orgasm. Leaning forward, she sunk her teeth into Kane’s shoulder and the pain drove him to fuck her even harder, making him climax as the muscles in her pussy squeezed him tightly.

“Ah, Chloe!” Kane yelled loudly, his voice echoing through the forest a
s his cock pulsed inside of her. Like his brother, he was unable to maintain his Bigfoot form and his features changed instantaneously, the hair on his body washed away with the pouring rain and blowing away with the breeze. “I am yours, Chloe Sanders,” he spoke around elongated teeth, the only part of his ape form to remain.

With barely enough strength left, h
e reached forward and grasped her unmarked breast in his hand. His incisors drove into the pinkness of her breast and nipple and the air seemed to still all around them. Kane’s body shuddered wildly then his cock erupted one last time inside of her, sealing his Vow to her.

Chloe’s mind was numb
and she felt so incredibly amazing, almost as though she was floating on air. Ronin’s voice suddenly drew her back into the present when he spoke, “Say it, Chloe, but only if you mean it.”

“I am yours
Kane Devons!” she yelled, then climaxed one last time. The forest seemed to relax and breathe again as the final words of the Vow were spoken, the ritual of old magic complete.

Breathing heavily, the three fell onto the grass in bliss, sated and
exhausted. Words were not needed as they cuddled and snuggled together, the threesome trying to relearn how to breathe.

* * * *

Ronin stood up and walked a few steps from his brother and Chloe to shift back to his human form. With one long shake of his body, the extra hair left his body and his features changed easily. Chloe smiled up at him warmly, her face showing love and acceptance, regardless of which form he chose.

As Ronin rejoined them, Kane positioned Chloe on her back with her hands outstretched widely so both he and his brother could snuggle against her. Kane nestled against her right side, throwing one leg protectively over her abdomen while his left hand gently cupped her breast.

Mirroring his brother, Ronin placed his leg just below her sex, his knee millimeters from the lips of her labia. His right hand moved up her stomach to gently squeeze then hold her other breast. Chloe wrapped her arms around each man and held them closely to her, never having felt more content.

The sudden downpour
ended as the wind carried the clouds away from the forest. It was so quiet, only the sound of occasional raindrops falling from the surrounding trees could be heard.

Interrupting the silence, Ronin asked,
“I suppose you have a few questions?”

“As a matter of fact, yes,”
Chloe replied as she ran her hands up and down the men’s backs, tracing through the wetness.

Kane traced his tongue
over her nipple, eliciting a gasp from Chloe. “Ask away,” he said.

The mark of the Vow on her breast no longer hurt, instead, it felt wonderful
– especially when Kane’s tongue caressed over each puncture. She sighed in pleasure then said, “If you keep doing that, we won’t be talking at all.”

“That wouldn’t be so terrible, would it?” teased Kane.

Chloe playfully smacked his shoulder and Kane stopped licking her breast. “Okay, okay, but I’m not apologizing.” His eyes sparkled with mischief and Chloe hugged him closely to her.

“Why did you run when I first met you?” she asked Kane.

Ronin immediately answered, “Because he heard me coming and he knew I’d kick his ass if I saw him with you.”

“Who says you get to be in charge?” she
joked.

“Yeah, Ronin. Answer that one,” smirked Kane.

Ronin shook his head and answered, “Among shifters, there is always a leader by birth. I was born first, so the responsibility falls to me to make sure we’re safe. He,” Ronin pointed to Kane, “gets to stay here and play shifter.”

“Oh, yeah, like that is easy,” laughed Kane. “
Seriously, Ronin is the one who has kept us secluded for all of these years. If it weren’t for him, Apple Creek would be a tourist attraction and shifters would have to find a new place to hide.”

She looked at Kane, “You mentioned lycanthropy
. I’m confused – lycan usually refers to a wolf – you’re definitely not wolves.”

Ronin answered, “Wolves are the oldest were-beast
s in existence. With the discovery of more shifters, lycanthropy has become a generic term for all species of shapeshifter.”

“So, exactly how did you become shifters?”

Kane replied, “Our father was a genetics researcher. In the early eighties, he was attempting self-inflicted genetic engineering through the injection of manipulated viruses. His genes mutated all right, and he passed lycanthropy to us.”

Ronin continued, “The only reason we know about this is because we stumbled onto his research about twenty years ago when we reached adolescence.
We had no idea what was wrong with us and we desperately needed answers.”

A chill ran through Chloe
at the thought of experimenting on herself or another human. It was repulsive and ethically against everything she believed in. “What about your parents – where are they now?”

“When they discovered we were shifters,
our mother left and our father set us up with a trust and a caretaker. We’ve never wanted for anything material – we always had a roof over our heads, attended the best schools, were fed and clothed, but we never had parents.”

Wanting to end the discussion for now, Ronin asked Chloe, “You said something to me about
‘drugging you with my smell’. What were you talking about?”

“Your scent. It is
incredibly
intoxicating,” she answered then shivered as she remembered the effect of their musky pheromones. Ronin looked at her as though she was crazy. “What?” she replied to his skeptical look. “You don’t know what I’m talking about, do you?”

“Not a clue,” he answered honestly.

“I suppose that makes sense – mammals don’t realize they are emitting pheromones – it’s likely you aren’t any different.” She went on to explain the effect their scent had on her, but the men were still confused.

Ronin shook his head in disbelief,
“I’ve had more than one very rude person tell me I reeked and that there wasn’t a deodorant strong enough to cover the stench – no one has ever said I smell intoxicating,” Ronin laughed. “Haven’t you heard that Bigfoot smells terrible?”

Chloe crinkled her brow and thought about his comment. “It is possible your pheromones are attr
active only to me; maybe that’s the reason I find you so irresistible,” she smiled.

A rustling in the trees alerted the ape-men and they sat up immediately to guard Chloe. Two panthers and one
huge wolf emerged from the darkness of the forest.

Chloe recognized the
two enormous were-cats and hid behind her men. The wolf scared her as well, but it seemed more curious than threatening.

The panthers shifted into human form and came to stand in front of
the threesome. Chloe openly stared at the unknown panther-shifter. She couldn’t place the reason, but she
really
didn’t like him. He was certainly attractive enough with his muscular build and sandy-blond hair – it was his eyes that gave her the creeps; they were cold and empty as they looked at her. She got the distinct feeling he was even more dangerous than the lead panther.

Jag scented the air and spoke. “You’ve
completed the Vow.”