Black Seduction by Lorie O'Clare Page A

pressed against her thighs.
Raul’s hands covered her breasts and his mouth moved to a nipple.
    “It’s okay, my little cat,” he whispered, his breath
torturing her even further. “Tonight I will share you. But forever, you are
mine.”
    The fingers on her thighs were gentle, teasing, moving
closer to the source of her need. Her pussy inflamed and although she opened
her eyes, the black night made it impossible to see anything other than
shadows. Above her, a sky of trees, with branches so thick and leaves large
enough that no moonlight trailed to the ground, added to the intensity of
darkness.
    A black night full of seduction and love would unite her
with her black jaguars, in their new home—her new litter.
    The hands between her thighs pressed until she opened to
him. Anticipation riveted through her, stealing her breath. All the while, Raul
feasted on her breasts.
    “You’re going to love this,” he growled, and then raked his
teeth over her nipple.
    At the same time a mouth closed around her clit. A tongue,
skilled and eager, teased the swollen nub.
    “God. Oh shit!” She arched her back, almost leaping off the
ground.
    But more hands held her still, one pressing against her
abdomen, and the other stroking her hair. They were all touching her. Hands
everywhere, adoring every inch of her. Even with her eyes wide open, her
arousal was so intense, her need so desperate, she couldn’t focus her thoughts
to allow even a bit of the change to aid her. All she saw was blackness. All
she felt were six hands igniting a fire burning out of control inside her.
    “That’s it, little cat.” Raul left her breasts and moved his
face close to hers. Her nipples were wet, and the damp air tortured them until
another mouth found them and offered heat that simply pushed her over the edge.
“Come for me, sweetheart. Come for all of us.”
    She sensed their movement but forgot to open her eyes. Raul
kissed her, but only briefly before he stole his mouth away, leaving her
wanting more.
    Lifting her head and straining to see down her body didn’t
help her figure out who knelt between her legs. The dark image feasted on her
pussy, and she let her head drop, groaning from the pleasure of it. His tongue
dipped inside her and then stroked her sensitive flesh. When he growled over
her shaved skin, she shivered.
    A mouth clasped on to her nipple and she cried out again,
grabbing his head and holding him there. The ponytail at the base of his neck
let her know Ran suckled her. Rafe was between her legs.
    She forced her eyes open and searched for Raul.
    “Here, my love,” he said with a hoarse whisper. His fingers
touched her cheek, and then round, swollen flesh pressed against her lips.
    Angela opened and sucked in his dick, immediately
recognizing his unique taste. She swirled her tongue around his width, taking
him in deeper, and feeling her orgasm push closer to its release when he
growled his pleasure. The other two males growled in unison, voicing their
approval and agreement.
    She grew braver and ran her hand down Ran’s back, surprised
to see he already didn’t have his shirt on. She couldn’t reach to see if his
jeans were off, but his smooth flesh appealed to her. His back wasn’t as
muscular as Raul’s. Ran was wiry, still carrying his youth, but his warm flesh
under her fingers filled her with a sense of security. The youngest of her
litter, intelligent and charming.
    Reaching out to Raul, she stroked his hip and then reached
up to tangle her fingers in his chest hair. Powerful and confident, her male,
convinced of his own actions, and so secure with himself, that sharing her
didn’t bother him. Never in her life did she dream she would be so lucky in
mating. And she was mated. Her honorable jaguar, perfect beyond description,
made her heart swell until she thought she would cry.
    Love never felt better.
    And although she knew without a doubt the emotion warming
her insides was new to her, she recognized it