Their Missing Lynx (Big Cat Mates) (2 page)

“If I talked to Rue, there’d be no more fuckin’ misunderstandings,” Lorcan grumbled. “She’d know exactly who she is to us.”

Ben lurched to his feet and lumbered over to his foul-mouthed mate’s side. “She’s human.” He rubbed Lorcan’s broad shoulders, the black T-shirt soft under his fingertips. “We have to do this the right way.” His lynx’s muscles were tense.

“Fuck doing this
the right way
,” Lorcan spat. “We have to do this
right away
. If she’s gone for much longer, I’ll hunt her down and --”

“You won’t hunt Rue down.” Ben leveled a stern gaze on his mate. Lorcan wouldn’t look at him. “I’ll leave her a message, and she’ll see us as soon as she returns.” He pulled the T-shirt over Lorcan’s shoulders, revealing his fit firm body and golden brown skin. “We’ll figure out a way to control our animals. We can’t down her as a lynx downs a deer.” He formed his fingers into bear claws and playfully swiped them over Lorcan’s chest.

“Why not?” Lorcan turned in his arms, gazing up at him with his serious unblinking eyes. “She’s our destined mate, Ben. She should be able to handle our animals.”

“Eventually she’ll handle our animals.” Ben captured his mate’s face between his large hands, his skin smooth, freshly shaven. “Be patient. She wants us.” He leaned into Lorcan and pressed their foreheads together. “We can smell her need.” He breathed in, inhaling the scrumptious scent of arousal.

“And my need, bear?” Lorcan’s voice deepened. “Can you smell it?”

“Yeah.” Ben didn’t hold anything back, claiming Lorcan’s lips with a grinding, passionate kiss. The lynx shifter rumbled, pushed back, opened to him.

Their tongues wound together as they battled for dominance, grappling shoulders, backs, asses, two northern predators intent on not only surviving but thriving, staking ownership on each other. The metallic tang of blood -- his and Lorcan’s -- excited them both.

“Mine.” Lorcan gripped Ben’s collar and yanked, the renting of the flannel and the
ping, ping, ping
of buttons bouncing off the hardwood floor obscenely loud.

“Yours.” Ben inhaled sharply as the cool air hit his skin, his mate’s aggression stimulating him. He was bigger, but Lorcan was fiercer, all teeth and claws, dominance and speed.

The lynx shifter raked those claws over Ben’s hairy chest, leaving trails of stinging sensation across his big form. “Yes, mine.” He nipped a nipple with his sharp teeth, and Ben jerked away from him, the pain intense and unexpected.

“Don’t try to escape me.” Lorcan cuffed his thigh, his claws retracted. “You still belong to me.” He licked the wound, his tongue wet and rough.

“I’ll always belong to you.” Ben raked his fingers through Lorcan’s constantly mussed hair, holding him to his chest. “I’m a big bear.” He groaned with pleasure as his nipple was sucked. “There’s plenty of me for both of you.”

“There
is
plenty of you.” Lorcan cupped Ben’s groin, pressing one of his palms against his jeans-covered cock. Ben pushed his hardness into that coarse hand, grinding into him, hungry for relief. His cock throbbed, and his balls pained him.

“I can’t wait to see Rue wrap her ever moving lips around your thick shaft.” Lorcan stroked him through the fabric, his damn cat playing with him, teasing him, tormenting him. “I bet she hums as she sucks cock, her soft flesh vibrating around you.”

Rue’s mouth had haunted Ben’s hottest dreams. A tremor rolled down his spine, the anticipation killing him. “While she sucks me, you’ll take her ass.” He unbuttoned his jeans, freed his cock from the strangling denim. “Claiming her as you’ve claimed me in the past.”

“As I claimed you last night.” Lorcan wrapped his fingers around Ben’s shaft, his grip possessively tight. “She’s never had a cock up her ass before.” He pumped Ben exactly the way he liked to be pumped, roughly, relentlessly. “I heard her share that tidbit on the phone.” Their talkative human mate often forgot they had shifter hearing.

“She’ll feel so good around you.” Ben rocked into each stroke. “As good as your fingers feel around me.” Lorcan’s calloused skin glided over the veins on his shaft, bumped against his rim. “And her pussy will be wet and welcoming.” He breathed in deeply and shuddered, her scent having tormented him for months.

“Her wetness drives my cat crazy.” Lorcan skimmed his thumb over Ben’s cockhead, smearing the bead of precum across his skin, his touch thrillingly coarse. “I want to lap up her cream, drink straight from her pussy.” He batted Ben’s aching balls with his fingertips, seemingly heedless of the suffering he was causing.

Ben gritted his teeth and rubbed his hands over his mate’s arms, relishing his wiry strength, his lithe muscles, his lightly tanned skin. “I’ll taste her on your lips when we kiss.” Another tremor swept over him, pushing him closer to the edge.

Lorcan surged forward, crushed their lips together, their chests colliding, bare skin to bare skin. His grip on Ben’s cock constricted even more, his strokes growing more urgent, ruthlessly stripping control with each sweep of his hand.

Ben rumbled into Lorcan’s mouth and sucked on his supple tongue, tugging and pulling to the rhythm of his lynx shifter’s hands. His world narrowed down to Lorcan, to his touch, his taste, his scent. He pushed against him, needing to be closer, heat rolling off his smaller mate’s fit physique.

Ben’s balls tightened, tightened, tightened, his thighs trembling, his ass cheeks clenching. He partially shifted, his body hair thickening, his form growing larger, his bear mauling his insides, seeking to be freed.

Ben clutched Lorcan’s shoulders with his big paws, digging his claws into skin, his release rushing toward him faster than a spring stream. He couldn’t hold off. He couldn’t --

Ben threw his head back, thrust his hips forward, and roared. Hot cum arced from his cockhead and splattered against Lorcan’s delineated abdominal muscles, his mate’s pale skin rippling with the impact.

Ben pumped the air with his hips once, twice more. His knees buckled under him, and he toppled to the floor, the hardwood shaking under his great weight. “
That’s
how we control our animals.”

“That might work when Rue isn’t here.” Lorcan wrapped his arms around Ben and pressed his face into his chest. “But the true test will happen once she steps through the door.” The lynx shifter’s heart beat faster. “Say whatever you need to say to convince her quickly because my animal won’t wait long to claim her.”

“Neither will mine,” Ben admitted.

Rue stared up at the two-story wood and glass mansion her soon-to-be ex-bosses called their log cabin, dread and envy swirling in her stomach. Smoke curled from a chimney, scenting the air. Tall pine trees surrounded the structure. Birds chirped. Situated half an hour from Iroquois Falls, the nearest town, her employers’ home and office was nestled amidst nature.

She wanted desperately to be nestled between her employers. She’d continued her search for a fast fuck candidate, but no one had even come close to wetting her panties. All she could think of was Lorcan and Ben, their faces, their big hands, their broad shoulders.

They’re gay, Rue
. She ruthlessly squashed her ridiculous lust.
And after today, you’ll never see them again
. She slowly trudged up the stairs. Ben and Lorcan wanted to meet with her right away. That was convenient because she needed to meet with them.

Tomorrow was Friday. Rue hadn’t withdrawn their company from the pulp and paper deal, and the wolves would return, seeking vengeance. She’d investigated further. The stories about the missing rival negotiators had been based in truth, police reports made, the individuals never seen again. The wolves would make good on their threats. She had to quit. Today.

She’d left jobs before. Rue gripped her navy blue leather tote tighter, her resignation letter tucked inside. Sure she had never cared for those bosses the way she cared for Ben and Lorcan, but she was a professional. She could do this.

Rue raised her hand to knock. The double doors swung open, and all thoughts of being professional vanished. Ben filled the massive door frame, the big bear shifter’s broad flannel-covered chest heaving, and his tanned face flushed as though he’d run to greet her. She breathed deeply, savoring the scent of honey and musk and man.

Ben inhaled sharply also, his nostrils flaring. “You’re finally here,” he rumbled, his soulful brown eyes darkening to a midnight black. If he’d been a straight man, she’d think he was aroused.

But he isn’t a straight man, Rue, which means he’s angry, not aroused
. “I came as soon as I could,” she snapped, his anger testing her already strained control. Ben blinked long, thick eyelashes a supermodel would envy, his closely clipped brown hair accentuating his eyes. “I have a job to do and clients to make happy. Clients always come first. Always.”

Lorcan, Ben’s business and life partner, peered around the big bear. Where Ben’s face was round, Lorcan’s was sharp, his chin pointed, his nose a narrow blade, his keen catlike eyes not missing anything. Seeing them side by side made Rue’s nipples tighten and her heart race.

She was quitting, would never see them again, and she was tired, so fuckin’ tired of enduring quietly. “Though just once, I’d like to come first,” she muttered, not having the energy to stay silent. “I’d like to come. Period. I haven’t had a good mind-clearing orgasm since I started working here. I don’t have time to date. I don’t even have the inclination to date.” She tugged on her concealing navy blue blazer. The men’s gazes dropped to her breasts which might have made her self-conscious except they were both gay.

“Touching myself only takes the edge off.” She set her tote down on the floor. “And I’m surrounded by shifters. They smell my need, my constant unbearably intense need. The porcupine shifter I sat beside on the plane asked me if I wanted to join the mile high club, said I hadn’t lived until I’ve been pricked, whatever that means.”

“What?” Ben bellowed. “Did he touch you?” The big bear shifter stepped toward her, his fingers curled into giant paws. Lorcan followed him closely, the lynx shifter’s teeth bared.

“Do you think I’d allow him to touch me?” Rue stood her ground, glaring up at her bosses. It felt good to air her grievances, to not have to hold her emotions and thoughts in, to dump all of her concerns on them, two men she’d never see after today. “Just because I want to suck your cocks doesn’t mean I want to suck every man’s cock.”

Ben stopped and shook his head vigorously as though trying to clear it. Lorcan stared at her, his cat eyes wide.

Now, I’ve done it
. “I don’t fuck strangers in airplane bathrooms. I also don’t sleep with men to land deals, despite what your wolf rivals think,” she hurriedly added, hiding her confession under a deluge of equally unprofessional sharing. If she was lucky, she’d say too much, and they’d fire her, saving her the emotional anguish of quitting. “I negotiated that contract fair and square and nothing, not even their brutish threat to make me disappear, will make me give it up.”

“What?” Ben repeated, his voice even louder. “The wolves threatened to make you disappear?” His face darkened. “I’ll kill them. I’ll kill them all.”

Rue’s pussy moistened, no man having ever offered to kill for her before. “It’s okay.” She patted Ben’s chest, indulging her need to touch him one final time before she left. “I’ll make my own self disappear. It’s time for me to move on anyway.”

Ben stiffened, his muscles flexing under her fingertips. A sexy rumble originated from deep inside his throat, the sound curling her toes.

I went too far
. “Sorry.” Rue jerked her hand away. “I’ll go now.”

“No,” Ben barked. “You’re not going anywhere.” He grabbed Rue’s wrist and slapped her palm back on his chest, covering it with his own, his skin warm and rough and arousing. “You’re mine.”

“And mine.” Lorcan took her left hand and placed it on his chest. “No more wooing, bear. She wants to suck our cocks. You heard her.”

“Yeah.” Ben grabbed her by her hips, lifted her easily, and slung her over one of his shoulders. The air whooshed from her lungs.

“What? No.” She struggled, slapping his back as he walked. “You don’t want me to suck your cocks. You’re gay.”

“Be still.” Ben cuffed her ass with his big paw, the impact felt through her skirt. “We want you to suck our cocks.” He swatted her again, the seductive burn flowing over her skin. “And we’re bisexual, not gay.”

They’re bisexual
. Rue stared down at Ben’s jean-clad ass, her world tilting.

“Careful with our little human, bear,” Lorcan cautioned. “We wouldn’t want to break her on the first fuck.” As they entered the house, he pulled the pins from her hair. Her curls cascaded downward, blocking her view, blinding her.

“You want to fuck me also?” Rue wiggled, the thought of both of them touching her, stroking her, filling her scrambling her thoughts. “This can’t be happening.” This was a dream. It had to be.

“This
is
happening, and you’ll suck us first.” Lorcan lifted her hair and rubbed it against his cheeks, a blissful expression on his face. “I need your mouth on my cock. Put her down here.”

Rue slid over Ben’s big body. Her breasts rubbed against him. Her skirt rode up, revealing too much pale thigh. She needed. She yearned. “You’re bisexual, and you want me,” she repeated, dazed, standing in the middle of their living room. The couch to her right was ruined, gouges in the rich brown leather. The chandelier was missing all of its crystals. Claw marks marred the wooden walls. “What happened here?”

“Not enough happened, but we’ll soon rectify that.” Ben yanked on his shirt. Buttons popped and flannel tore, revealing a massive chest covered with a mat of thick brown hair. His muscles had muscles; the bear shifter was the biggest man she’d ever seen. “You’re being claimed, Rue.”

“By both of us.” Lorcan pulled his T-shirt over his shoulders and dropped it on the hardwood floor. Rue’s mouth dried, and her heart pounded. The lynx shifter’s body was lean and fit, his skin golden brown and his muscles lithe. A trail of fine silvery-brown hair ran from his navel to the waistband of his camo pants, his hips narrow.