The Lion Kings (novel): a BBW Werelion Menage Romance

The Lion Kings (novel): a BBW Werelion Menage Romance by Renee George

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unanticipated orgasm.
    Cage glanced at Adam who wore an expression that must have mirrored his own. Maddie’s heightened response, her ability to climax without them physically stimulating her sex surprised them both.
    “Jesus,” she panted. “Wow.”
    Cage put all his heat and passion for Maddie into a short declaration of intent. “We are just getting started.”

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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    MADDIE ’s thighs vibrated from the aftershocks of her orgasm. She’d never experienced one before. At least not one that hadn’t been rooted in someone else’s memory. It had felt good, wonderful even, but not the same soul scorching ecstasy she’d thought it would be.
    “ Wait , ” Adam said. He cast a cautious glance at Cage.
    His sudden halt had Maddie alarmed. Had she done something wrong? Had he changed his mind about her? Maybe she hadn’t reacted in the way they expected? The way she was supposed to?
    “Why?” she asked, suddenly afraid of the answer. She caught the smoky look of heat and desire in Adam’s midnight blue eyes. The same look echoed in Cage’s gaze.
    She gasped as Adam pushed his palms up her outer thighs.
    “What we are, Cage and I, do you accept us as mates, Madeline Granger?”
    The formal gravity of the question made Maddie hesitate. Her body and heart screamed, “Yes!” but her brain had questions.
    Adam took her delayed response as a rejection. A brief expression of pain pinched his face, before he immediately covered it with a stony mien. “I’m sorry.” He rose from the carpeted floor. “Of course you need time. You don’t even know us—“
    His sudden distance startled her to action. “Yes,” she said, her breath rushing from her lungs as she grabbed his hand. She covered Cage’s on her knee and looked from one man to the other. “Yes,” she said again, this time more steadily. She might not be prepared for what a commitment might entail, but she was even less prepared to live without either man in her life. “I... I accept you.”
    Cage spoke up now. “Are you sure?”
    “Accepting us as your mates, means that we will be bound together until death,” Adam explained. “You will be ours in all things. Our queen.”
    Maddie nodded. “Like Clary.” She gulped. Did she want to open the wound of the past and examine it more closely? The answer was “no.” But a part of her was afraid they didn’t really see her. She didn’t want to be a mere replacement for a lost lover.
    “No,” Cage said, his voice heavy and low—the ache of heartbreak and injury clear in his tear-brimmed eyes. “She was never our queen.”
    His words floored Maddie. Clary wasn’t their queen? What did that mean? She’d been their mate. Maddie had seen it in her visions. They’d loved Clary, and she’d loved them to the depths of her soul.
    Adam knelt again and placed his arm around Cage’s shoulder in a gesture of comfort. The symbiosis between them as Adam stroked Cage’s upper arm made Maddie’s stomach warm and her lower parts clench.
    Adam gazed pointedly at her, his dark eyes begging for understanding. “We’re not asking you to be our Clary Sage. She was a wonderful woman, and we loved her.” He moved his hand to Cage’s hair—a habit she’d noticed before—rubbing and massaging to ease his brother’s stress, and probably to ease his own as well. “You’re different. The way we feel about you is different.”
    “I don’t understand.” She worried her lower lip, honestly confused.
    “We wanted Clary, but we never needed her, Madeline.”
    Cage’s body shook as a noise of grief rumbled through his chest at Adam’s words.
    Instinctively, Maddie slid to the floor with them and wrapped her arms around Cage’s waist and leaned against his chest. She wanted nothing more than to ease his pain, and in her embrace, his body instantly calmed and the shaking went away.
    She felt Adam’s arm around her back. His breath was hot against her ear. “We wanted her,” he said again.

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