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

attention. Fire lanced through her veins and she was dangerously close to another orgasm. She tried to think about something else, determined this time to hold it back for as long as she could. Then she felt something invade her anus and tensed.
    “Relax for me, babe,” Vilas purred. “Let me investigate.”
    Presumably he’d inserted a finger in her backside. No big deal. People did that sort of thing all the time. It was high time she found out for herself what all the fuss was about. Vilas caressed her ass with smooth sweeps of one large hand until she relaxed.
    “That’s it, honey,” he said. “You’ve got two of my fingers right up your ass now. How does it feel?”
    “It burns a little, but it’s okay.”
    Rafe chuckled. “Only okay, buddy. You’re losing your touch.”
    “Just wait until you have one of our cocks up your pussy and the other in your ass. Imagine how that will feel.”
    “It’s not possible. You’re too big for me.”
    “We’ll prepare you so that we won’t be, never fear,” Rafe said, increasing the pressure on her clit until she moaned. “That’s it, babe, thrash your head round for me and make all that hair tumble all over the place.”
    Chantal forgot all about playing with Rafe’s nipples and simply gave herself over to pleasure. Tingling exhilaration spiraled through her, fragmenting her senses when Rafe gave one massive upward thrust that ignited the orgasm she’d been trying to delay. God alone knew what Vilas was doing to her ass, but whatever it was, the sensation was growing on her. She cried out as pleasure beckoned, release so tantalizingly close and yet seemingly just out of her reach.
    “You’re so goddamned beautiful, Chantal. Come for us, baby,” Vilas coaxed.
    “It’s not enough,” she wailed. “I need you to fuck me.”
    “Can’t be done, angel,” Rafe said, his voice clouded with regret. “You know that.”
    “Yes, but…argh, that’s it. I’m coming for you now.”
    “Feel my cock on your pussy,” Rafe urged, slamming it against her clit. “Feel what it does to you.”
    “You wish it was us inside you, don’t you, sugar,” Vilas purred from behind her. “You’d give anything right now to have us both.”
    Chantal didn’t have enough spare breath to answer him. Anyway, what would be the point? They wouldn’t penetrate her unless she agreed to be their mate, and it was way too soon to consider their crazy proposal. Even so, the temptation to commit herself to them right now was overwhelming. Somehow she managed to resist, knowing they’d be aware she’d reached her decision for all the wrong reasons. Or, at that precise moment, for reasons that felt pretty damned right.
    To avoid weakening, Chantal closed her eyes, riding the wave of her orgasm as Vilas’s fingers explored her ass, creating a burning sensation that fused with her climax and pushed her completely over the edge. Release ripped its way through her body and she abandoned herself to it without inhibition, cresting the wave and clinging desperately until she could no longer prevent it from fading.
    She collapsed against Rafe’s chest in a sweaty heap afterward, breathing in the musky scent of his male arousal. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head, almost chastely.
    “Better?” he asked.
    “No. It was good, but there was definitely something missing.”
    “Like our cocks?” Vilas suggested with a sexy wink, seating himself beside Rafe and taking Chantal’s feet in his lap. “You know what you have to do about that.”
    “I almost did, but it would have been for the wrong reasons.”
    “We wouldn’t have accepted you as our mate, not then,” Vilas said.
    “This is getting dangerously out of control.” Rafe growled. “We never should have started this.”
    “But you did, and you’re both erect again.” Chantal slanted a flirtatious smile. “You do seem to be very…er, responsive.”
    It was Vilas who growled this time. “Talk about