Hour of the Lion by Cherise Sinclair (reading a book txt) 📕

Her heart stopped. Sure, she‘d gotten a clue when Calum dropped his clothing, but to say it aloud— "Are you serious?"

"Cariad, did not Heather tell you about Daonain‘s customs?" Calum asked, his brows together.

"Uh. Yes." She tried to remember what Heather had said, but Alec ran his hand up her arm and flattened his palm on her shoulder…just above her left breast. Her nipples tightened.

Calum stroked a finger down her cheek and over her lower lip. "Your heart is pounding, little cat. You‘ve flushed, and I can smell your arousal. Your human mind may say it‘s wrong, but your shifter body wants us."

His eyes had turned to a molten gray that held her gaze captive as he cupped his big hand over her breast. When his thumb circled the nipple, everything inside her burst into flame. The corners of his eyes crinkled with satisfaction. He glanced at his brother.

"Vixen." Alec cupped her chin, turning her face toward him, and his mouth closed over hers.

His kiss lured her in, teased her into responding, and filled her with warmth.

The mattress dipped as Calum sat up and cupped her breasts. His touch was firm as his fingers rolled the nipples, the pressure increasing, then he pinched the tips. She jolted with the sharp pain, and electricity seared straight to her groin. She choked back a moan.

Alec lifted his head, eyes hot with desire, yet dancing with amusement. "I‘ve never met a woman so reluctant to be pleased."

"That‘s not true." She tried to sit up, and Calum‘s hand between her breasts flattened her back on the bed.

"Oh, it‘s quite true," Calum said. "You enjoy sex, but you‘re afraid to give up control.

Seems we‘ve been through this before in the cave." He lifted her face with a finger under her chin, fixing her with that look again, the one that turned her muscles to jelly. "We both know you enjoy submitting to me, don‘t we?"

A tremor ran down her spine. She managed a tiny nod.

"Victoria, do you have any objection to making love with us both?"

Put up or shut up, Sergeant. But God, she wanted them—wanted them both. If that made her a shifter slut, then so be it. "No, sir." The ‗sir‘ just slipped out, a reaction to him jumping into officer mode.

A crease appeared in his cheek as he smiled, the amusement in his eyes showing he‘d heard her slip. "Then with Alec‘s assistance, I will continue your lessons on releasing control."

He raised her arms over her head and bracketed her wrists with one hand, pinning them to the mattress. Since his weight was also resting on that arm, she tugged playfully, thinking she‘d get free easily. His grip was like iron. Unbreakable. She pulled harder. Her breath shifted, increased. He‘d pinned her down in the cave in various ways…but now? With Alec?

"Calum," she whispered, anxiety pulling at her, even as her temperature rose. Her breasts throbbed, her clit pulsing in time with her heartbeat.

"Shhh, you‘re safe with us, cariad," he nuzzled her cheek, and then glanced at Alec. "I believe I‘ll stay here."

"Works for me." Alec slid down in the bed, and she felt his calloused hands pulling her legs apart.

"Calum…" She tugged on her wrists again as her arousal rose terrifyingly fast.

"Yes, little cat," Calum said, and took her lips in a demanding kiss. His tongue ravaged her mouth and drove every thought out of her head such that Alec‘s fingers sliding into her folds came as a surprise. Her back arched as she gasped.

She tensed, pulled at her arms, tried to close her legs…without success. Hard hands pushed her thighs more open, and Alec licked over her clit, one long stroke of warning. As she moaned, satisfaction glimmered in Calum‘s dark gaze,

Alec‘s chuckle vibrated against her, then his tongue flicked over her clit, the demand obvious, unstoppable. Blood inexorably rushed to her pussy as he continued. Oh God, I"m going to come. She tensed as the pressure built to an unbearable level.

His tongue abandoned the top and circled the sides of the sensitive nub. Leaving her on the edge of a climax.

Calum smiled at Alec and lowered his head to kiss her breasts. When his warm lips closed over a nipple, her back arched. Alec‘s hands tightened on her thighs, Calum‘s on her wrists and shoulder, both keeping her where they wanted her. The feeling that she couldn‘t do anything, couldn‘t keep anything back seemed to release something wild trapped inside her.

Calum was watching her as if to check her response. Now he smiled, touching her cheek with light fingers. "I see you enjoy being restrained, little female. Then we will continue." The dark promise in his low voice left a trail of need in its wake.

He bent to suck on her nipples. Each time he nipped her lightly, a jolt of heat shot through her. And Alec used his wicked tongue, a slow slide around her clit, then his teeth closed on her folds in a light bite. Her breasts and labia became almost painfully swollen and sensitive.

Too much. Too many sensations, too demanding. Her head started to spin as the demands overcame her defenses.

A finger swirled at her entrance, then pushed inside, the friction wakening every nerve deep in her pelvis. Her hips tried to rise, a hand pressed her down.

The finger slid in and out, and then Alec added another one.

"I can‘t," she gasped, her world narrowing until only one sensation remained.

Calum rubbed his cheek over hers. His voice was rough and deep. "You can, cariad. You will take everything we can give you."

A bite on her tender inner thigh yanked her attention back to Alec. His fingers set up a compelling rhythm, sweeping away her sanity. As her whole lower half turned into one over-sensitive nerve, she was drowning in sensation. When Calum bit her nipple and laved away the pain, she could only whimper.

Alec lifted his head. She opened her eyes as Calum nodded at