The Lion, The Leopard and the Wolf
Enchanted Mountain

Aaron nodded at Trent as he put the coffee down. “I saw her first. She was supposed to tell you.” He gave Mac a look that questioned her integrity, before he sat down next to her, staking his territory. “Besides, she’s off men. Right?”

“R-r-right.” She agreed half-heartedly, looking Trent up and down, and then checked out Aaron again before she finally muttered with a certain amount of doubt still resonating in her voice, “I-I guess.” She hoped there wasn’t drool dripping from the corners of her mouth. Her tongue flicked out to check. “Did I mention...I meant...emotional involvement?”

Both men raised their brows at each other as if in challenge. Molten lava, yep, that’s the way she felt. Heat raced through her entire body and the heated pressure built.

“Wait, wait a minute. What is that look you just gave each other? What exactly does that mean?” Mac the unflappable was suddenly confused. “I certainly don’t want to be the cause of two best friends, not to mention business partners, bloodying each others’ noses for the second time or...do you even know the count for how many times?”

“Oh, that?” Trent looked at Aaron. And they said in unison, “Don’t worry about that. We’re used to it. We heal fast.”

All three of them laughed.

Mac spoke up first. “Okay, if you insist. What do you have in mind? I’m pretty limited right now.”

She watched both sets of eyebrows rise with interest and felt her insides go all soft and liquid. Her pulse raced out of control, and she warned herself to back down. It would be too bad if she ended up having to choose between them, because both of them enticed and aroused her in different ways. Both men elicited feelings from her she forgot existed. Since no one man could be all things to a woman, it would have been nice to get the scary, hard guy and the thoughtful, sensitive guy all-in-one gorgeous package. If that wasn’t possible, these two provided the best of both, and each was gorgeous in a different way too. Her mind wandered to places and possibilities she’d never considered before. Why not? It couldn’t hurt to wonder.

“How about a sleigh ride tonight?” Aaron asked.

She knew her eyes lit up when they looked at her. “A real sleigh ride? Horse drawn sleigh, jingle bells?”

“Absolutely,” Aaron replied. Watching her giggle like a little kid, he nodded at Trent. “See, good idea.”

Trent frowned. “Yeah? And who’s driving?”

“Oh, it’ll have to be one of us. You,” Aaron offered.

“Me? Right. Why would it be me?” Trent put on his tough guy face.

“Because I thought of it. And you’re the better driver.”

“You drive just as well as I do. Don’t try to snow me. We’ll toss for it.”

Mac raised her hands. “Wait!” She had to smile. “Are you two always like this?”

“No, we’re usually worse.” They said it together, and the three of them laughed again.

Trent tossed a coin at Mac. “You flip. Winner sits with you, loser drives.” He winked at her and stopped her breath. “I promise to keep you very, very cozy.” His voice dropped an octave and her temperature rose.

Aaron put his hand on hers before she could move and met her gaze. She felt the connection as if he’d run his hands up her body and down again. “Whoo hoo, you two are good.” She couldn’t help but admitting to their effect on her.

They both grinned, and for the third time spoke as one. “You have no idea how good we can be.” This time no one laughed. The two men looked at each other and gave each other a conspiratorial grin.

“You’re going to have to toss that coin sooner or later. One of us is going to have to drive because the regular driver’s home sick,” Trent said.

“Well, we don’t have to do this then. I’m sure we can find something else to do.”

“Don’t worry. We promise not to start any physical fights—yet,” Aaron assured her. “So go ahead, make me happy, baby.”

Mac flipped the coin and asked Trent to call it in the air.

He lost.

She was almost sorry until she saw his look of promise. “Don’t worry, I’ll get my turn with you later, when I dump the yokel here off the mountain.”

He grabbed Aaron in a neck lock and scrubbed his knuckles over his long blond hair, pushing him back toward the bar. He approached Mac and said, “Since I lost, I get to take you to your room.”

She started to say, “Oh.” Her mouth formed the word, and he put his finger to her lips.

Ohhh. She wanted to groan and lick it.

His dark eyes twinkled. “I’m still on break.” He glanced at Aaron and sneered before telling Mac, “Your room upstairs is ready. I checked before coming back down here to the lounge.”

Then he swept her up like she weighed nothing more than a rag doll and headed for the door. “I’ll return for your coffee and your book,” he whispered under his breath, his lips skimming against her neck, “later.”

“Oh, oh, this isn’t necessary. I’ll use the cane.” She held on, her arms wrapped around his neck. His body felt so good against hers, she prayed he’d resist. She decided not to protest anymore in case he took her at her word and put her down.

ADULT EXCERPT

She whispered to him, “Touch Aaron. He needs to become familiar with your touch. I’ll help.” She gently pushed Trent away and stepped in front of Aaron, turning him into Trent’s chest. “I’ve got his shirt. You undo his pants.”

Trent looked skeptical and hesitated, then reached around Aaron’s waist for his button. Aaron tensed as Trent’s hands casually brushed against his erect cock through his pants. Mac ran her hand down his chest and over his hips. She cupped Aaron’s balls, lifting them. “Trent, take him in your hand. Stroke him like you want to be stroked. Aaron, watch while his hands are on you, pleasuring you.”

Mac and Aaron both watched Trent slide his large hand around Aaron’s bulging cock. It immediately filled, growing larger in his hand. He stroked firmly up and over Aaron’s crown, using his thumb to tease the sensitive tip. Aaron groaned, leaning back against Trent’s chest, and held on to Trent’s hips. While Trent pumped Aaron’s cock, Mac dropped to her knees and licked the precum from the tip. Trent cupped Aaron’s balls while he gripped his cock, directing it into Mac’s hungry mouth.

Aaron slid his cock down Mac’s throat while Trent kneaded the muscles of his ass. Then Trent slipped his fingers between Aaron’s firm tight cheeks, searching for the sensitive spot behind his balls. When he found it, he massaged his way back to the puckering entrance, slowly rimming it and then gently penetrating first with one broad finger, then two.

Mac licked Aaron’s cock in one long stroke and sat back to watch Trent pump Aaron’s cock with one hand and fondle his balls with the other. Aaron’s eyes closed, his cock expanded, and his breathing resounded like a freight train.

Watching the men’s action from her position on the floor made her desperate. She spread her legs and said, “Aaron, I need your big thick cock pounding inside me, now.” She put both hands between her legs and spread her folds so the men could see how wet and juicy her entrance was. Her pink lips glistened, fat and swollen with her moisture, and the erotic scent wafted into the air spurring her to a heightened arousal. 

Aaron settled between her thighs and followed her to the floor, pushed her fingers aside and lifted her legs over his shoulders. He licked her soft, wet folds. Then he rose up on his knees, bent over her and penetrated her with his fingers. He teased her until she thrashed and begged. “Aaron, I need your cock in me, pounding into m—Ah!” Before she finished her sentence, she gasped as his fully engorged cock pushed deep into her tight, hot folds until his balls slammed against her ass.

“Aaron! Unless you want me up your ass right now, you better flip her over and give me access before I explode.”

Aaron paused and looked over his shoulder at Trent. His snarl said, “Try it.” But he rolled over onto his back taking Mac with him. She straddled him and coyly asked, “Trent, did you have something in mind?”

“Grr...” Trent stalked up to Mac. When he reached her, he nipped her shoulder and kissed his way to her ear. “I want to be inside you. No, make that, ‘I need to be inside you, more than I need to breathe.’”

“Well, okay then, you sweet talker, you.” She turned her head into his and nipped his lips. “Oh my. There’s a romantic side to my wolf after all.” He kissed her breathless.

“Will I ruin everything if I do this?” He bent Mac down over Aaron’s chest. He spread Aaron’s legs farther apart, raising his knees. Aaron’s cock was still buried deep within her as she straddled his hips. Positioning himself behind her, Trent crouched between Aaron’s legs and sniffed. He licked, starting with Aaron’s scrotum, then moved his tongue to the accessible part of her pussy. She and Aaron both sighed and leaned into his mouth as his tongue flicked over their sensitive skin. He returned to the valley between her cheeks and ran his tongue back down the seam to her puckering little hole and tested it for pliability with his fingers.

His large bulbous head pushed at her tiny rear entrance. “Do you want this?” he asked.

“I want you inside me again, this time with Aaron.”