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

took a few more exploratory thrusts before her insides softened, while the outside ring of muscle clamped onto him like a wrench. Right there. He angled himself to rub over the spot with every slow stroke.

Her ass muscles tightened and soon, she moaned, long and low.

Alec laughed, tugging her head forward to keep her moving, while he played with her nipples, rolling them, pinching lightly.

Calum could almost see her thoughts fragmenting. He kept his movements slow and easy.

"Suck Alec hard, little cat. Get him off now." He gave his brother a nod to go ahead.

Alec fisted both hands in her hair, guiding her. She sucked noisily, taking him deeper. Soon Alec growled a warning, pulling her head down for his release. As his hips strained upward, she swallowed frantically. Alec fell back with a long, happy sigh. His grip on her loosened.

Victoria made a "mmm" sound of satisfaction and brought him down gently with little licks as she stroked his stomach.

Her sweet side came out when she had sex, Calum had noticed, and it touched his heart.

Alec tugged her hair. "Thank you, sweetheart. You were magnificent."

Calum waited for her to catch her breath, then met Alec‘s eyes. As most shifters, they‘d shared often through the years, yet nothing had felt so…right…before. As if Victoria fit perfectly between them. His brother grinned as Calum gripped her hips and surged into her. No longer slow and easy. He needed to take her, and he did, hard and deep, rubbing his cock over the sweet spot with each stroke.

Her thighs started to tremble, and a low keening came from her. Not nearly enough.

Alec bent and slid his head under her so he could suck on her dangling breasts. She shivered, and her pussy clenched on Calum‘s cock. Her hips pushed back against him, matching his rhythm. Not yet.

Calum released his grip on her right hip and reached around her waist. His finger wandered down her low abdomen and lower to rub her slippery clit.

She went rigid, and he grinned.

Alec apparently nipped for she yelped and tried to pull up. Instead of permitting it, Calum pushed her knees farther apart, increasing her helplessness, then drove into her, harder, faster, teasing her clit with each thrust.

Her whole body went tight, and her pussy closed around him like a fist. Her every breath held a whine of appeal and then her breathing stopped entirely—and he knew her world had poised…right there…waiting for his touch.

He hummed, knowing Alec would hear and increase his attentions, and then Calum took her clit between his fingers, giving it firm, unrelenting pressure as he slammed into her.

A hard shudder ran through her, and she wailed her release—the most beautiful sound in the world—each broken cry corresponding to the forceful clenching of her orgasm around his cock.

The buffeting sent him over. He grabbed her hips with both hands, stroking her deep, letting himself go as he growled and filled her with his seed. May Herne and the Mother bless them someday with young.

Silence for a minute. Her head hung low, her ribs heaving with her gasps. Calum kissed her neck, and then pulled her over onto her side, staying behind her—in her. Alec shifted around to sandwich her between them. With a sigh of contentment, she wiggled slightly to snuggle closer.

As their mate laid her head in the hollow of Alec‘s shoulder, Alec gave Calum a sleepy, joyful smile and a murmur of sound that translated to ours.

*

Calum remained awake. As the curtains brightened with the dawn, he simply lay and watched the other two sleep, feeling the rightness of their joining. When Victoria tensed in a dream, Calum murmured to her, stroking her shoulder, and she eased, her breathing slowing again. She trusted him, even at her most vulnerable. I"ll take care with your heart, little cat.

When sunlight showed beneath the curtains in the bedroom, Calum slipped out of the bed, took a quick shower, and made himself tea.

In the living room, Jamie still slept on the couch. The two knee-high brownies in the corner bobbed their heads at his quiet ‗thank you‘ and disappeared. He‘d have to buy them some extra-rich cream and maybe one of Angie‘s pastries to reward them for their vigilance.

He settled beside his daughter, sipped his tea, and simply watched her. Doing that a lot recently, wasn‘t he? But he‘d come so close to losing them all.

With a careful touch, he brushed her hair from her freckled cheeks. Aside from a few scratches and bruises, she‘d survived the fight in fine shape. She was tougher than he‘d ever have thought, more like Victoria than Lenora.

Not too much later, Alec emerged from the kitchen, yawning and carrying his coffee and the morning paper.

Calum could hear the shower running; Victoria was awake also. Would she be embarrassed?

Or, more probably, full of prickles to hide the fact she cared. "Brawd, we should clean out the guest room between our flats so Victoria will have space to call her own."

"Good idea. Her house is far too exposed." When Jamie grumbled in her sleep at their voices, Alec grinned. "She looks better."

"Yes. But she should trawsfur again. Soon. Having you and Victoria there would help."

Alec considered, nodded slowly. "Yeah. And it wouldn‘t hurt the Vixen to start her lessons."

"What lessons?" Victoria asked from the doorway, engulfed in Alec‘s dark green terry-cloth robe. Her face was a lovely pink from the heat of the shower, her cheeks reddened from beard burn, and her lips swollen. She looked well-loved.

When she met his eyes, her color darkened. Not prickly after all. Shy. He smiled a little, charmed at the thought.

She knelt beside the couch to check Jamie. "That‘s a normal sleep. She‘s okay." Her tenderness warmed him. She truly did care for his kitten, didn‘t she? After brushing a strand of hair away from Jamie‘s cheek, she rose, assuming a cooler expression—closing the gate on that gentle heart of hers.

He preferred she leave the barrier open. He stood, gripped her robe,