Jungle Freakn' Bride by Eve Langlais Page A

you know. I want you both. I s that what you want , though ? I mean, sure , you both touched me in the bath, but was that to give me a sample so I could choose , or do you do everything together? ” She mused aloud. Perhaps an answer would arrive , a sign , a big one like say…them both clasping a hand and squeezing. “Do you even realize you’re both doing it?” Judging by the glance they shared, then the look they turned her way, they did. “So now what?”
    Perhaps a kiss to spur things on? Despite all their touches, and the one embrace she’d forced, they’d never truly done that. Did t he y even know how? Nothing like the present to teach t h e m. Since she met Mr. Kitty first , and had already kissed his friend , she bent and pressed her lips to those of her captor with the mismatched eyes .
    Oh, sweet freakn’ heaven. She could almost forgive the vile potion given her heightened senses. The kiss on her lips, so gentle and sweet, shouldn’t have caused such a deep fire. But it did. The intensity, the rightness of it, frightened her . She drew back with wide eyes.
    A motion to her side drew her attention to her golden - eyed suitor, watching her. Not angry at all at whom she’d chosen to embrace first , but obviously hungry for his turn.
    Down she bobbed to press her lips to his. To catch her breath. To moan… And then they pressed in on either side, naked , scorching skin sliding against her. She made a sound of pleasure. Half moan, half…meow? But it was the purring that completely set her off.
    Purring like a freakn’ cat was perfect grounds for her to rip herself from the manwich around her and jump up screeching.
    “What the hell was that ?” Hands on hips, she regarded her two almost - lovers.
    One shrugged. The other smirked.
    “Oh don’t you dare pretend you don’t know. I was freakn’ purring. Like a cat. As in meow, I pee in a box, cat.” The fact they looked offended made her strangely happy. “I didn’t imagine all those things , did I? The first time we met, or should I say , I met the cat – those weird dreams. You guys do have something going with jaguars. And you’ve done something to me , too.”
    Abruptly, Mr. Kitty jumped up, too many inches of naked perfection stalking to her with a clichéd feline grace.
    Carlie back away. “Oh no , you don’t. I think you’ve done quite enough. I want answers, mister. ”
    He kept advancing, and of course, golden eyes just had to join him.
    “I said stop. If you think we’re going to have sex now, buddy … you are probably right,” she sighed, the battle over as soon as his arm came around her waist.
    For a moment, a heartbeat that lasted an eternity, he stared into her eyes, branded her soul, and actually said something she could understand. “Ours.”
    Then, he dipped his head to kiss her, not far because she was already reaching for him. And this time, purring or not, she would n’t let go until someone screamed – or roared .
    They fought for dominance in the kiss, his lips slashing across hers while she strove to suck on his bottom lip. Teeth clashing, their breaths meshed hotly as they devoured each other. Her other lover , though , seemed determined to not end up forgotten as he nibbled his way around the back of her neck, finding her sweet spots and grazing them with his teeth. As if he hit a hidden switch, her knees sag ged . Forget falling , though ; pinned between them, they kept her upright and positioned for their torturous embraces.
    Clutching at Mr. Kitty’s hair, she sucked at the tongue he inserted in her mouth, shivering with pleasure at his low growl.
    “Like that, big boy, do you?” she teased. Apparently so , because he did it right back to her , drawing forth a deep moan.
    Hands roamed her body, four of them, the fingers finding her sensitive spots, stroking them, teasing her, sensitizing her skin to the point she wanted to scream at them to take her. As if she controlled the situation anymore. Almost