Panthers' Pleasure [Impulse 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Zara Chase

Chantal decided to get some of her own back. She clamped her lips round that tongue and sucked on it as hard as she could. When its owner groaned, she thought she recognized Rafe’s voice.
    “The little witch tried to turn the tables on me.”
    It was Rafe. Chantal kept her smile in check. He might think he was in control here, but he’d failed to take into account the power of her femininity. They’d released her demons, made her aware of what she could be. It was truly liberating. Right now, she felt she could conquer the world singlehanded, so these two panther-people should be a breeze by comparison.
    Something scratched at one of her nipples, touching it so softly that at first she thought she’d imagined the feeling. But no, sensation streaked through her and she instinctively lifted her torso, desperate for more. Two masculine chuckles rang out and the pressure increased. It was the most exquisite agony. She expected at any moment for a hand to massage her entire breast and pinch at the nipple.
    It didn’t happen.
    Instead the tantalizing scratching got a little harder, almost making her delirious.
    It was impossible to keep still when her body was being attacked from both ends simultaneously. She squirmed, spreading her legs even wider, willing one of them to touch her pussy. That’s all it would take. A couple of strokes across her clit and she’d be in heaven. Why were they taking so damned long about it? She wanted to scream with frustration. Afraid they would see that as rebellion and slow down even more, she forced herself to keep quiet.
    “Keep still, Chantal,” Rafe said, tapping the side of her thigh. “No one gave you permission to move.”
    It had to be Vilas sucking her toes, except he’d stopped doing that and was now licking his way slowly—so slowly that she thought she might well die of anticipation—up her calf. Every so often he took tiny nips at her skin that only increased her inexorable need. God, but they knew how to torment her! If they didn’t give her an orgasm soon then she’d probably agree here and now to be their mate.
    Both of her nipples were now being scratched and Vilas’s tongue had reached her inner thigh. He would come up against her coursing juices soon, but she simply didn’t care. She’d swallowed everything they produced just now, so it was payback time. Sure enough, Vilas emitted a sound that could have been a growl or a purr when his tongue reached the liquid that was the essence of her. He lapped at it, delicately at first, and then in double-time. She could tell from the noises he made, and from the sensual sweeping of his tongue, that he was savoring every drop.
    Chantal’s entire body shook with anticipation. The hell with remaining still! It was completely beyond her capabilities to do so when she was so aroused. She’d never been big on passivity. Their creative energy and the physical alchemy that appeared to exist between the three of them drove her increasingly wild. She’d never felt this abandoned about sex before, but then she’d never experienced it with more than one guy in the past. Perhaps that explained her desperation. She neither knew nor cared. Right now she was living for the moment.
    She lifted her legs, hoping to find Vilas’s shoulders. If she hiked her feet over them, surely he wouldn’t be able to resist her pussy. The moment she moved they both stopped what they were doing to her. Chantal whimpered.
    “Who said you could move?” Rafe demanded.
    “Enough!” she cried. “You said I could call a halt any time I felt like it, so that’s what I’m doing.”
    “You don’t like our methods?” Rafe asked, sounding like he knew the answer to his own question, arrogant panther-person that he was.
    “I need to come,” she wailed. “You promised me. ‘You’ll come and come, and then come some more,’ were your exact words, Vilas.”
    “Yeah, I did say that, didn’t I?” She could hear the taunting smile in his voice.