Laurann Dohner: Something Wicked This Way Comes, Volume 2

Olivia wet her lips and panting little breaths whipped rapidly from her lungs. Up and down, over and over, Nathan worked his hard flesh and it was impossible, even in the dimly lit room, to miss the drop of fluid that settled on the head of his cock.

Nathan’s face was a mask of agonized patience as Daniel hooked his feet around her ankles to spread her open. Nathan looked hungrily at her pussy as his hand moved faster and faster over his cock. Finally Daniel lifted her body until her pussy hovered over the head of his penis. With a raw shout, he lowered her until she was filled to the hilt.

Her wild cry broke free as he thrust high into her body, and when Livvy’s head dropped back against Daniel’s chest, Nathan crawled toward her, finding a place between her open thighs. His mouth latched on to her clit and he sucked gently as Daniel continued to slide his girth into her unclaimed body. In. Out. Deeper. Higher. He thrust so deeply she didn’t know where he began and she ended. And through it all, Nathan’s hot mouth devoured her, causing a conflagration of sensation to send wave after wave of raw pleasure pounding through her bloodstream.

The impatient little jaguar buried deep inside her body clawed to break free and she swore the warm brush of fur swept her innards in the beast’s effort to be born.

Not yet.

It was too soon for all that, but in the meantime, she would absorb this totally new experience as her body readied itself for shift from woman to beast.

Wicked fingers of pleasure danced over her spine and somehow she still felt needy. She wanted more, harder, faster. Longing washed over her and then she felt movement, a shifting. Nathan’s mouth left her pussy and when she opened her eyes, the head of his cock brushed her lips.

Without prodding, without coercion, she opened her mouth and took him deep.

Sucking his cock, loving the low sounds he made as she licked and nibbled, Olivia felt fingers in her hair, hands on her body and the inevitable release of any inhibition she’d ever possessed.

Feeling wild and free for the first time in her life, she embraced the lust in her belly and the rightness of it all as her vaginal walls gripped Daniel, holding him deep. She reveled in the taste of gorgeous Nathan’s cock thrusting into her mouth and felt that moment of stillness before he climaxed against her tongue.

She heard Daniel’s low growl as his body went still and in that singular moment of the wildest, most perfect pleasure she’d ever known, her body seized, coiling then releasing like a tightly wound spring.

“She’s beautiful, Nate,” Daniel said as he lifted one of Livvy’s thick blonde curls with the tip of a finger. Unable to stop the direction of his thoughts, he remembered each detail of the past crazy night. It was obvious to him that full heat wasn’t upon her yet, but the bit she’d experienced was more than she could handle after everything she’d been through. After providing her with a glass of wine and a hot bath, they had tucked her into bed, where she’d fallen into a deep sleep.

As sunlight streamed between the slats of the plantation shutters, Daniel sprawled naked on the bed watching Livvy, who still lay in exhausted slumber. His friend of more years than he could count was currently stretched out on her other side.

Nate reached down to tuck the sheet around her opulent, curvy little body, watching her with possessive eyes. Daniel understood how he felt. He was a man of few words, but at the moment, he could actually envision himself writing sonnets to this woman who was now their mate. Pretty damn dumb but so what?

Her eyes behind the closed lids were the exact color of the bluebonnets that dotted the Texas hillsides each spring. Her nose, small and tipped up a tiny bit at the end, sat above full lips that were wide and expressive. All of that soft beauty was framed by a delicate oval face. Daniel knew he and Nate would have adored and treasured any mate the gods deemed fit to send them, yet he’d never imaged they would be so damn lucky. Even now his cock hardened in response to this female.

Nate glanced at him across Livvy’s still body and smiled. “Yeah. She’s ours. I still can’t believe the woman taken from that parking lot ended up being our mate. My beast recognized her scent immediately.”

“Mine too.”

His friend looked down at her once more and the normally wild look in his eyes was tamed by a softness Daniel had never seen before. “Poor little darlin’. She’s exhausted. Let’s grab some coffee and let her rest.” Nate climbed from the bed, tugged jeans over his bare ass and headed out the bedroom door.

Nate was right. Though it was downright tempting to lay here watching her sleep, they needed to talk and daylight was burnin’. There were the inevitable phone calls to make and plans to set into motion. And when Livvy woke up? Well, she’d have a million and one questions.

Reluctantly, Daniel stood from the bed and pulled on his own jeans before padding down the stairs. Heading into the kitchen, he smelled the scent of coffee brewing. Nate was already pulling a skillet down from a circular rack above the tile-topped island in the center of the big space. So he chipped in and removed eggs, thickly sliced ham and juice from the fridge. Livvy would be hungry when she woke up and with her change coming upon her so quickly, she must keep up her strength for the ordeal ahead.

For a female jaguar, the transition from woman to giant cat was a dangerous proposition. Without mates to ease her, to quench the ferocious heat that would invade her body, she could very well die.

Over the centuries of their species’ existence, the change had whittled down females to minimal numbers. With far more males in existence, ménage marriages were commonplace among their kind. It had been that way for hundreds of years. The three of them would live together for the duration of their very long lives, hunt, raise offspring and try their hardest to fit seamlessly into the human world.

Daniel’s biggest regret was there had been no time for them to get to know each other, but it would come. He had to believe that.

After devouring a massive breakfast, they cleaned up the mess, leaving out a single plate for their brand-new mate, and then got down to important business.

“The way I figure it, Livvy will be into full-blown heat within the next few days,” he said. “We really pushed our luck with Lieutenant Lopez last night by not taking her straight to the police department, but it’s unavoidable today.”

Nate grabbed his cell phone. “You’re right. I’ll call and set up a time for early this afternoon. We still don’t know how much she can tell them but they’re in charge. It’s up to them to catch this creep. Why don’t you call Noah and Aaron and let them know what’s happening and that we won’t be in the office today.”

Noah Littlehawk and Aaron O’Malley were their bosses and the owners of Jaguar Investigations. Several years ago, he and Nate had settled in this area and signed on with the private investigation firm, which, unbeknownst to the rest of the world, was owned and operated by jag shifters. A fast friendship had grown among the guys and with Noah and Aaron’s mate, Violet. Their species were solitary beings yet it was good to have something of a family, a sense of home and belonging.

Hopefully they could give this gift to Olivia.

They’d just finished with their calls when, senses alerted, they both looked up to see Livvy framed in the kitchen door wearing one of Daniel’s oldest tee shirts and an uncertain smile. Her embarrassment was obvious as red flags of color stained her fair skin, and immediately he and Nate jumped to their feet.

Nate reached her first, put one arm around her and pulled her close. “Good mornin’, sweetheart.” He pressed a kiss to her temple.