“Let’s hope you get to find out.” He slid the back of his fingers along her cheek, sending a thrill through her. “Name’s Hagan Rogen. And who are you?”
She’d already dropped her hand, but that didn’t keep her from mimicking him, as she reached out again and finally skimmed her fingertips over his broad expanse of the chest. Surely, she’d only imagined seeing fangs. She tracked her fingers along the vee his shirt formed, barely resisting the urge to slide lower. “Name’s Tracy Jo. TJ for short.” She tipped her head toward her friend. “And that’s Julia.”
Hagan’s golden hair shone under the lights. TJ knew a lot of women would pay big bucks to have that color hair.
“I think your friend’s too busy to notice me.”
TJ glanced at Julia who was still entranced with Samuel. “I think you’re right.”
“Then you won’t mind leaving her alone for a bit.”
“Alone? No. I guess not. I told her I was going to mingle. But why? What do you have in mind?”
He took her hand, his large one engulfing hers. “Sugarfoot, I have a lot of things in mind when I look at you.”
Were all the men in Lonesome big flirts? Not that she minded. “Oh?”
“Yeah. And I want you with me.”
“Oh.” She repeated, not about to argue. Not when every part of her was shouting to get closer to him. “Okay. Sure. I wouldn’t mind having a tour guide. Julia, I’ll be back. Don’t worry about me. Okay?”
When Julia didn’t respond again, she added, “But let’s be sure to check in with each other, right?” Again, Julia didn’t answer. She nudged her friend in the arm. “Right?”
Julia frowned, her eyes glazed over as she glanced at TJ for the briefest of moments. “Huh? Oh, yeah. Check in. Right. Will do.”
“See? She’s good.”
Hagan didn’t give her a chance to answer. Not that she would’ve known what to say. The gorgeous hunk of man-flesh took her hand and pulled her through the crowd. A lot of the men in the bar were “oversized” in a good way like Hagan and Samuel, yet he was still able to forge a path through the people crammed into the bar and then onto a large square area in the middle of the place that was the dance floor. The music was country—not her favorite kind of music—but the beat was solid and the bass boomed. She couldn’t have turned him down if she’d wanted to. How could any woman turn down such a magnificent man? No matter what he might’ve asked her to do, no matter what he might have said at that moment, she wouldn’t have turned him down.
With her hand still captured in his, Hagan twirled her around several times. She laughed with the fun of it, enjoying herself to the fullest. Others were enjoying themselves, too, pushing them together, something she didn’t mind at all. The closer she got to Hagan, the better she like it.
“You’re here for the festival, right?”
She guessed he was older than she was by possibly as much as a decade, but then she liked older men. As long as they weren’t too old. Yet, although he seemed wise beyond his years, and as confident as any older man she’d ever known, he still had a youthful way about him.
“How could you tell?” she teased. The noncitizens of Lonesome stuck out like a sore thumb. They were smaller, somehow less enthusiastic even though they were the ones who had traveled long distances to join the fun at Shifter Days.
His laugh was full and throaty, full of testosterone. “I know. It was a stupid question.”
“And you already asked me, too.” Now that she was relaxing, she enjoyed teasing him.
“I did?” He somehow managed to shrug and twirled her around. “It’s kind of hard to keep things straight in my head with you around.”
“Oh really? Why?” She was fishing for compliments and they both knew it.
And he obliged her. “Because you’re beyond mesmerizing.”
She loved men who knew how to joke, but the problem was, she wasn’t always sure if they were joking or not. This was one of those times. She teased right back. “You, sir, are a flirt.” She hoped he liked her pretend southern accent. “And I, sir, am not the type of woman to be dallied with.” If only she’d had a fan to blow away the vapors, she would’ve been in full character. As handsome as Hagan was, she could imagine him as her perfect southern gentleman.
He laughed and swung her around yet again. The music stopped and when he was about to pull her into the line dance, another man grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back.
“Stopping hogging her for yourself, man.”
The jeans and shirt were similar to Hagan’s, the typical outfit for Lonesome’s citizens. At least, for the men. He was tall, too, like Hagan, but that’s where the similarities ended. His hair was light brown and of average length. Not that it seemed average. It was thick and rich, just begging her to run her fingers through it. Yet instead of blue eyes, eyes the color of moss against a tree, studied her.
Hagan gave that throaty laugh again then snorted like a hog, playing it up. “I’ll hog her all I want. I can’t help it if you’re too damn slow. You snooze, you lose.”
She turned Walker’s cock free. “I need you guys. Now.”
“You don’t have to ask me again.” Hagan pressed his stone-like body pressing against hers, tantalizing her with the ever-closer skin-to-skin contact.
Walker’s kiss captured her mouth. His tongue whipped around inside, taking the flavor he’d given her with his cock. Grabbing hold of his hair, she pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. At the same moment, Maitland and Hagan thrust their cocks inside her.
Her cry flowed into Walker’s mouth and she tightened her hold on his hair. Maitland and Hagan plunged their cocks into her quickly, their steady rhythmic poundings matching.
They plunged into her again and again, driving into her from between her legs and behind her. Walker’s kiss grew needier, barely giving her time to breathe. When he finally stopped, she reached out, urging him to give her his cock again.
“Whatever you want, baby.”
She moaned her thank you as she opened her mouth wide, once more ready to taste him. This time, however, she’d taste more of him.
Her mind whirled, caught in the hurricane of their attacks. Sweat trickled between her breasts and every nerve ending was electrified by every touch, every kiss. She clutched at them, needing to somehow, some way hold all three of them.
“You’re ours, baby. Ours forever.” Hagan barely had the words out of his mouth when it was followed by a groan as he climaxed. He pulled out, sending his cum over her butt cheek to slip along her skin. More moans followed as his release shook him. He fell away then rested his hand on the hollow of her back, still connecting them.
“You’re our mate. Say it,” demanded Maitland again. “Say you’re our mate.”
“I’m your mate,” she whispered.
“Always,” said Maitland and turned his orgasm free. His hot seed shot inside her, filling her. She tightened her pussy, hoping to hold on to both his cum and his cock.
Maitland pulled away, spent, his body moving in jerks. “Walker. Up to you, man.”
She protested when Walker pulled his cock from her then grinned. “I know. I know. But don’t worry. You’ll taste my cum soon enough.” Positioning his body between her legs, he plunged his cock inside her pussy.
Already close to her climax, she cried out when his cock struck her G-spot and broke apart her final defenses. She let out another cry as he rammed into her, one long, hard thrust at a time. She shuddered through the relentless orgasm. As she had before, she tightened her pussy around a cock, determined to give pleasure and keep his seed.
Walker roared his release, fangs slipping over his lower lip. He gripped her legs, keeping them locked around him as he jerked through his climax. Moonlit sweat glistened on his body and she reached out to skim her fingertips along his hard abdomen. With one final thrust, he ground out his release, then pulled out and fell back against his calves.
Maitland cupped her cheek, getting her to stare into his eyes. “Why the hell did we wait so long?”
As though they'd waited weeks or months instead of days. “Beats the hell out of me,” she answered all-too truthfully.
“Which means we’re not waiting for the next time.” Walker slipped his arms under her body and stood, taking her with him. “This time, we do it inside.”
She clung to him and laid her head against his chest. His heartbeats were strong and steady. “That sounds like a good idea. But first I have to know. What’s did you mean about”—she paused to remember the right words—”something called The Allure? What is it?”
Their demeanors changed. Not much, but enough that she sensed that whatever The Allure was meant a lot to them. And that they weren’t ready to tell her what it was. “Please. I have to know. Tell me.”
“And you deserve to know,” answered Walker. “We were just hoping we could do it at a later time and in a better place.”
“Like in our bed,” quipped Maitland.
“Tell me now.” It was as much of a plea as a demand.
“The Allure is a special quality that werelions have. It’s a part of us that helps us to find out mate.” He paused as though trying to find the best way to explain. “When we want a woman, we have to make sure she stays. If not, she might leave before we have time to let her know how we feel.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Just get to it, Walker,” demanded Hagan.
Walker shot him a glare. “It’s like this. When we saw you for the first time, we instinctively knew you were the one for us. To get your attention, to get you to want us, even just a little, I gave you a small taste of my allure.”
“How? I don’t remember taking anything from you.” Had they drugged her?
“It’s now like a pill or anything. I didn’t drug you. Not exactly.”
“Not exactly. That sounds like someone being a little pregnant.” Shouldn’t she have been upset? Angry? They’d had some kind of control over her and hadn’t told her. Yet, she still wanted them. But she had to know the answers first.
“It’s a lion thing. We can give you a special breath, a part of our inner lion’s scent. Once you breathe that in, you’re ours.”
“Yours? Like I have no choice?” Yet she wasn’t afraid. Not really. If they’d asked to give her The Allure, she would’ve said yes.
“We gave you small doses of it to keep you in Lonesome,” said Walker.
“And to keep you from being vulnerable to other werelions. Like Samuel and his brothers,” added Hagan.
“Are you angry?” Walker studied her face intently. “Do you want me to put you down?”
“I’m not sure I fully understand, but I understand one thing. With or without this allure thing, I’d still want to be exactly where I am.” She pulled his face to her and planted a sweet kiss on his lips. A sigh rumbled out of him. When she ended the kiss, she saw relief in his face and felt it from the other men. “Let’s go inside.”