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

“I guess we’d better overlook her rebellion just this once, Rafe, given the circumstances.”
    “Looks that way,” Rafe agreed. “We’ll get her trained up soon enough. We’ve got the rest of our lives to do it in.”
    “I didn’t agree to—”
    “Shush!”
    Vilas returned his tongue to her thighs but this time didn’t linger. It swirled its way toward her clit, tantalizingly close, as two fingers slid into her vagina. Chantal pushed against them, lifting her hips to force them deeper. Vilas’s tongue flicked across her clit and ignited scorching sparks of desire deep within her core.
    “Yes!” she cried. “That’s it, Vilas. It feels so damned good.”
    “No talking!” Rafe tapped the side of her thigh again. Then his mouth descended on one of her tits and bit playfully at the nipple. It was all it took to send her over the edge. She screamed the roof down when her climax hit like a minitornado, taking her completely by surprise. It was harder, deeper, and more intense than anything she’d ever known before. Her entire body convulsed as she rode Vilas’s fingers until he’d milked every last ounce of sensation from her body.
    “Oh God!” She continued to tremble long after her climax subsided. “What the hell did you do to me?”
    “Gave you what you asked for,” Rafe said, “even though you didn’t deserve it because you didn’t obey orders.”
    “Sorry, master,” she said meekly.
    His lips covered hers. “Ready for round two?” he asked when he eventually stopped fucking her mouth with his magical tongue.
    “There’s more?”
    “Baby,” Vilas’s voice said. “We’ve barely got started.”
    The blindfold was removed and then her hands were released. “What did you touch my tits with?” she asked, blinking to readjust to the light.
    Rafe showed her a fierce claw bulging from the tip of his index fingers. “Only this.”
    “But, that ought to have scratched me to pieces. I thought you were using a feather, or something.”
    “I knew you wouldn’t let me use this if you saw it. That’s why I blindfolded you.” He smiled at her, looking thoroughly pleased with himself.
    “It’s called sensation play,” Vilas explained.
    “I know how good it feels to have your nipples clawed. I love it when Vilas does it to me.”
    “I don’t have claws to offer, but do you think you’d like it if I sucked your nipples?” she asked Rafe.
    “Geez!” Vilas said, running a hand through his hair.
    Rafe canted his hand and flashed a sexy smile that brought her pussy zinging back to life. “I reckon I could put up with it.”
    Rafe extended one hand and pulled her to her feet like she weighed nothing at all. He was fully erect again, she noticed, as was Vilas. He sat on the settee she’d been tethered to and told her to straddle his legs.
    “But that means—”
    “Don’t question me, babe,” Rafe said, tapping her butt in admonishment. “Just do as I ask. I won’t penetrate you.”
    Chantal got herself into position and enjoyed the feel of Rafe’s stiff rod pushing against her clit. She also got an up-close and personal view of his broad, muscular chest. Never one to look a gift panther in the face, she dropped her gaze and then her lips to his left nipple. She took a leaf out of his book and nipped at it. If she had claws she’d have used them, too, damn it. He groaned as she employed her teeth, lifting his hips so that his cock rubbed against her sensitized pussy. Encouraged, Chantal leaned forward and raised her ass in the air, the better to feel his erection where she wanted to feel it the most.
    Well, almost the most.
    She moved with Rafe and bit a little harder at his nipple. As she did so she was conscious of something cool hitting her ass. Shocked, she stopped moving.
    “Shush, it’s okay,” Vilas said from behind her. “Don’t mind me. Carry on with what you were doing.”
    The feel of Rafe’s prick pressing even harder against her sodden pussy reclaimed her