[Menage Amour and More: Erotic Romance, Paranormal, Contemporary, Menage a Trois, Shape-shifters, Spanking, Werewolves, MMF, HEA]
In Luring the Vagrant's Heart, Casey Hart and Desmond James are desperate cats on the prowl. The death of their old king and lover didn’t just fracture both their hearts, but also their pard. Leopard pards don’t function like wolf packs. The king, queen and their consort operate as a triumvirate. The arrival of Lars Marsden, a powerful, inked and biker rogue panther is just the answer to their prayers.
A road vagrant who refuses to be tamed, Lars wants nothing to do with the alluring leopard queen and her cunning consort. They don’t just want to seat him on an empty throne, they’re also dead set on conquering his heart. Cas and Des’s confidence in him stumps Lars, and he’s petrified of failing them. Can a solitary cat shoulder the responsibilities of leadership, and make room in his heart not just for two, but an entire pard?
In Claiming Their Vagrant, having a black leopard in a pard is considered unlucky. Having two means double the bad luck.
Following the footsteps of her brother Lars, it was only natural for Lexie Marsden to take to the road. A trail of murders leads her to Leopold City, to her domesticated brother, and to leopard mates Noah and Mason. Lex knows she has to keep moving forward, but there's something about the two men that prevents her from leaving Leopold City.
Pard Enforcers Noah and Mason thought they had everything they ever wanted until fate dropped an inked, pierced, and mouthy biker chick on their lap. Lex isn’t the kind of woman or cat they’d usually go for. The black leopardess would claw their eyes first before allowing them to mate her, yet they’d do anything and everything to acquire the missing piece of their triad.
Luring the Vagrant's Heart
From the moment the lights dimmed, the racy music boomed, and the woman on stage began to dance, Lars Marsden was captivated. Knocking back his third bottle of beer for the evening, his eyes devoured every inch of the tiny redhead.
He feasted on her perfect, round breasts, on the leather corset that did little to hide her sensuous curves, and her shapely legs. Most of all, Lars was captivated by her face. Her dark eyes were lost to the dance and the sway of the music, giving nothing away but her passion. Those eyes didn’t belong to a stripper dancing to earn some extra cash. They were the eyes of a genuine dancer.
Lars’ cock stirred inside his battered jeans. Looking at the other tables nearby, he could tell the stripper had successfully stirred the other men’s libido. The stripper’s stage name was Dazzle, but Lars had no interest in knowing her stage name. What he wanted was to form the syllables of her real name on his lips.
“Beautiful, isn’t she?” said a quiet voice.
Lars didn’t hear or notice the man who joined him at his table. Pretty odd, given that shifters, especially leopard shifters, were sensitive to even the tiniest movement. Some part of him, the vagrant road-nomad part of him, told him he should be a little bit worried about this intrusion. Lars silenced the voice. He wanted to watch the dance and the woman.
“Fucking shut up and watch,” Lars said to his unwanted company with sheer annoyance.
That was just how good the damn stripper was, able to blow both his concentration and his guard. His skin prickled slightly, but he ignored it again. There was just something away about the woman on stage. Each of her movements seemed deliberate and hungry, punctuated by an eerie grace Lars would’ve almost called inhuman.
Before the song completely faded away, the instantaneous applause and hoots came. Lars didn’t fail to notice how the applause was louder compared to the others.
“Damn,” Lars muttered, leaning back against his chair to nurse his beer.
“Do you want to meet her?” came the stranger’s voice. “I can take you to her.”
Lars had nearly forgot about him. Narrowing his eyes, Lars swiveled his head to study the man. Years alone on the road trained him to be observant. He’d had his share of fights and enemies. Most humans and shifters distrusted lone bikers and it always paid to be cautious.
His prickling skin was a warning from the bestial half lurking inside his metaphysical soul. The black leopard wasn’t bearing its canines or snarling, though. Instead, the cat’s jet-green eyes stared back at the stranger evenly. The speaker had a tall, slender but compact build. For some reason, Lars knew if he lifted up his shirt, he’d find his chest, stomach and abdomen padded with firm muscles.
Curious and intelligent green eyes stared back at him from a mess of black hair and a lean, almost hungry face. There was something about that face that made Lars look longer.
Most men would flinch from the gaze of an enormous, inked shifter biker, but not this man. He looked back unblinkingly at Lars, a secret smile on his lips. Soft, tasty lips. The right kind of lips, Lars realized, he’d like to taste and thrust his tongue into.
Desire coiled inside Lars’s belly. If his cock came awake at the sight of the dancer, it was definitely alive now and bulging in his strained jeans. Suspicion made him stay his hand from simply dragging the man up, finding a shadowed corner, and wiping the damn grin off his face.
“Who the fuck are you, her pimp?” Lars asked bluntly.
Anger briefly clouded the other man’s eyes, telling Lars a number of things. There was also something about the way his face grew hard and defensive. The woman was certainly something to him, but she wasn’t his whore. She was something quite special to him.
Anger cleared and the man’s face smoothened again, but his voice still came out tight. “I don’t usually make this offer to everyone, because I don’t usually care to share her.”
While Lars couldn’t sense any bad intention coming from him, and he did clearly love his woman, he couldn’t fathom why the hell he’d ask a stranger something like that.
“Oh yeah? Then why make it to me in the first place?”
“Because you’re the right one, and we know it,” the man explained.
Lars raised one eyebrow. “We?”
“Cas and me. Look, I’m only asking you to come talk with us. If you like what you hear, stay. If don’t, leave. No harm done.” The man held out his hand and Lars distrustfully shook it. “I’m Desmond James. You can call me Des. I’ll introduce you to Casey.”
“Lars,” he answered, not providing anything else, but Des didn’t push or ask. “That’s the stripper’s real name, then? Casey?”
Des only nodded.
“What’s she to you? Is she your wife, and this is some kinky fetish for you two, propositioning a biker?” Lars had to ask.
Des regarded him for a bit, his face uncommonly serious and intense, as if he was given a very hard question. Just watching the other man think made Lars feel like grabbing a fistful of the other man’s hair and jerk Des’s to his mouth for a taste.
“She’s my life,” Des answered him finally.
The confident and quiet way the other man said those words unwillingly coaxed something inside Lars. It felt like a damn fist just created a hole in the dam where he kept years of loneliness and yearning at bay.
Fuck. He really means it. He must really love his woman. Knowing that’s enough for me to fucking say yes.
“Better be going, then. We don’t have all night and I’ll be leaving first thing tomorrow.”
“Follow me, please.”
Holy fuck. She could probably feel the bulge in his jeans pressed against her.
This queen was no skittish kitten, and his cat liked that a whole lot. She daringly leaned closer to him, her tiny nose running up the length of his chest until it nudged bare flesh. He groaned, feeling her inhale the side of her neck.
Cas could smell his arousal and he could smell hers. Her small tongue darted out from her mouth, licking his flesh. She made a little purring sound against him, making him clutch at her body tighter. It made him badly want to fuck her there and then.
“Please,” she murmured.
“What the fuck are you begging me for?” he managed.
He could see her leopard reflected in her eyes, eager and wanting, badly restrained by the logical thoughts of her human half. Cas didn’t seem to let her cat affect her, though, and her level of control astounded him.
“To listen,” another voice added.
Lars had nearly forgotten about the other man. He expected a growl, a shove, some show of power reflecting his jealousy, but Des showed none of these things. He slid close behind Cas until the woman was trapped between the two of them. Des rested his arms just below Lars’s hands and further down Cas’s waist.
“Don’t you want to find out what’s it like, being a king?” Des pressed his face against Cas’s neck.
She sighed against him. When Des smiled, he was looking directly into Lars’s watching face.
The damn smug bastard.
Desire, twice as bad, drove into Lars.
Fuck. He didn’t just want to hammer his cock into the fine pussy of the woman in front of him. He also wanted to know how it’d feel like to have Des’s smirking lips wrapped around his cock.
Was it possible to want not just one, but two people at the same time?
“You’re shitting me. A black leopard’s no king. I’m no king. You got the damn wrong cat,” Lars said harshly.
He was hardly able to think when Cas grinded herself against him, her beautiful eyes closed with need.
“I’m just a fucking road rat.”
“We’re not asking you to make a decision now, Lars. Come home with us, come live with us and see what we’re like. Come know the Leopold City Pard. If you decide it’s not for you, you’re free to leave. No strings attached.”
No strings attached.
The words rippled off Des, but Lars was only aware of Cas’s lovely, soft body against him. He’d forgotten what it was like to simply hold a woman, and it was damn sweet.
“My future king, don’t you want to share her with me? Can’t you see how wet she is for us?” Des murmured. “Touch her. See for yourself.”
“I’m not your fucking king,” Lars grunted, one hand reaching past the band of Cas’s short skirt.
“Open your legs wider, baby. Let him feel how badly you want him, how you’re so wet for him,” Des commanded, and the woman between them complied.
She moaned, leaning against his wandering fingers as he touched her smooth mound and, finally, her wet cunt. Her need only amplified his own. He and his leopard needed to have her now or he’d come all over his jeans.
“You’re so fucking wet,” Lars muttered, surprised when another hand, Des’s hand, crept above his and brushed against Cas’s wet pussy.
The woman between them shuddered, arching her back.
Damn, that was hot.
“Fuck her with your fingers, Lars. Give her taste of what you’re like. Here, I’ll open her up for you.” Lars could feel Des’s fingers pushing open Cas’s dripping lips. “Fuck her, Lars. Fuck her hard.”
Lars drove one, two, and three fingers inside Cas’s tight, wet cunt.
“Gods, she’s unbelievably tight.” Lars began to pump his fingers furiously into her.
“That’s it. Doesn’t she feel good, Lars? Won’t it feel better if your cock is inside her while she’s sucking my cock?”
Those words were enough to make the woman between them shudder again. Cas threw her head back, moaning her pleasure as she came, the muscles of her cunt contracting against Lars’s hand.
“That’s it, baby. That’s just lovely,” Des encouragingly said, kissing the side of Cas’s neck. “That’s my good girl.”
Watching the beautiful leopard queen’s face relax into bliss, Lars swallowed. Fuck. These two cats had him good. He couldn’t drive away the prospect of plunging his throbbing cock into Cas’s hot and wet cunt, or seeing Des’s eager green eyes fastened on them while Cas worked his cock.
It wasn’t just the desire of the flesh these two offered that called to Lars. It was the prospect of finally settling down and having a home, of being welcomed in a pard. But were they only offering him a place because they were desperate?
Even so, it was too late now. The two cats might be desperate enough to take a chance on him, but Lars was also desperate enough to accept their offer just to find out what it was like taking the two of them.
“Will you come home with us, Lars?” Cas asked, the tint of desire clearing from her dark eyes.
Quiet strength emanated from her, and it contrasted sharply with how she’d easily lost herself to abandon only moments ago.
Des pulled his fingers away from Cas’s wet cunt, and they glistened with her juices. Knowing he was watching, Des only lifted his fingers to his tempting, clever lips and sucked at them.
“Yeah. I am.”
The last thing Lars expected was Cas leaning forward to give him a quick kiss on his unshaven cheek. How they’d simply offer something like this to complete stranger they’d just met baffled him. Screw this. It was more than fucked up, but if this little seduction was any indication, at least he’d be getting some damn good sex.
Claiming Their Vagrant
The sound of a bike engine humming quietly behind him made him turn. He finished locking up just in time to see the bike being parked on the curb. The metaphysical leopard inside him stirred to life, and both Noah and the cat scented the air.
The telltale coppery scent of blood combined with the heady smell of feline musk made him snarl. The rider was a female cat shifter, but fuck, even though his warning bells were ringing, she smelled so damn sharp. Sharp and fine.
The female rider wasn’t wearing any helmet. She dismounted stiffly, throwing one booted and denim-clad leg off the machine. Noah was betting underneath that form-fitting leather jacket she was hurt and bleeding, but he couldn’t help but notice what a body she had.
She was tall, slender, but had all the right curves Noah wanted in a woman. She also had nice hips and tempting, luscious breasts. As she came underneath the harsh street lamp, Noah could see more of her.
Her dark hair was plaited to a single braid, and when she directed her smoky gray eyes at him, his cock perked up in his grease-stained jeans. Her face was all sharp angles and lined with a number of piercings. Noah could see ink peeking from her neck and her hands.
Every inch of her screamed bad and wild, and all that wildness called to him. It lured his leopard out into the open.
Hunger stirred inside of him, alien and unsettling. Noah always knew he loved both men and women, but after finding and claiming Mason as his mate, he’d never hungered for anyone else’s touch again. Except hers. Noah didn’t just want to touch. The dominant cat inside him wanted to caress, possess, and claim.
Fuck. Just who was this woman?
“I’m looking for Lars Marsden. Someone told me I can find him here.”
Gods, even the sound of her voice tightened things inside of him.
“Who’s asking?” Noah crossed his arms, trying to think with his head and not his prick.
One pierced eyebrow rose. “I don’t have time to fucking screw around with a horny cat.”
Noah narrowed his eyes at her. “Believe me, sweetheart, the last thing I want to do is screw you.”
She surprised the hell out of him by not lashing out at him. Her lips curved into a smile. Her very kissable and fuckable lips, Noah decided.
“Your dirty little cock says otherwise, darling. I can feel your leopard straining to rub itself against mine.”
“Has anyone ever told you have a dirty mouth on you, woman?” Noah growled.
Questions raced through his head. Was this woman related to his new king? He didn’t like this one bit. The woman standing in front of him was no submissive or weak cat. She wasn’t exactly a leopard queen, but he had a feeling she was damn close.
“You have no idea what I can do with this dirty little mouth of mine.”
“I’m not going to ask you politely again, woman. Who are you, and what are you to Lars?”
She met his gaze coolly and steadily. Noah was annoyed as hell he wasn’t able to read the expression there, because he could usually read most people.
“I don’t have time to play fucking twenty questions, asshole.”
She was walking away from him, which wouldn’t do. Noah was done being patient. He stepped toward her direction, drawing on his supernatural reflexes. In seconds he had her body pinned against him. She was fighter, he’d expected that, but Noah didn’t expect her to fight dirty.
His hands closed on one of her wrists, but he didn’t see the blur of her elbow ramming into his gut.
Being one of the pard’s enforcers, Noah had taken worse hits. He grunted, closing his hands on both her wrists this time. He must’ve weighed twice as much as her, and all of the extra weight was muscle. She twisted, kicked, and fought against him like a rabid animal.
Noah tightened his grip on her.
“Settle down, sweetheart. I’m not going to hurt you. I just want answers.”
She snarled back at him. Her gray eyes were still narrowed, but she stopped moving after realizing he was simply just holding her. This kitten’s used to danger, to fight or flee. Just what kind of life has she led?
Noah decided he wasn’t being fair either, by demanding answers from her, so he went for the truth.
“My name is Noah, Noah Winters. I’m one of the enforcers of the Leopold pard, and I just want to know what you want with our king.”
“King?” She sneered, sounding half amused and half incredulous. “No one makes a black panther their king unless they’re fucking kidding around.”
There was also a deep-seated bitterness in her voice Noah had to wonder about. It told him she knew Lars on a deeper level than he’d initially assumed.
“No one’s kidding around. He may be an odd choice, but he’s the right one. The pard bonds between him, our queen, and our consort make us strong. You don’t feel like you’re connected to any pard, so you don’t know what it’s like.”
The woman sagged against him, and he could smell her hurt and vulnerability on much different level.
“You’re right. I don’t know.”
Guilt rammed into him at the sound of her soft voice. Damn. The last thing Noah wanted to was to hurt her on an emotional level.
“And I don’t fucking care.” Strength returned to her voice and her body. When she pushed him back furiously, he let go of her.
He evenly met her challenging gaze, not speaking. Noah waited for her to speak first, to explain herself.
Finally, she let out a frustrated breath. “I just want to find my damn brother.”
Lex shivered as the pads of his fingers traced one weeping lotus curling down her left breast, right to the tip of her nipple ring.
Mason wasn’t sure where one design ended and another started, but he thought he could spend an entire day tracing the colorful swirls and lines on her body over and over again.
“She’s pierced, Noah. She has these lovely matching little rings on her navel and tits,” Mason breathed, angling his head so his tongue could flick at the hardening bud.
It was a curious experience working his tongue against the metal, and when he tugged the ring with his teeth, Lex let out a groan against him.
“I had a feeling she was pierced, Mason.” On the side of him, one of Noah’s hands lashed out to finger and play with one of Lex’s untended nipples. Another sudden tug made Lex let out another groan, and the sound made Mason’s needy cock unbearably steel hard.
“Are you pierced below, too, you dirty girl?” Noah whispered against her ear.
Her stormy gray eyes were wild and alit with pleasure as they focused on Noah. “Come find out.”
Shit. This woman was going to be death of them, Mason thought, but it didn’t stop his hands from unbuttoning her tight denim jeans and jerking the zipper open. Those ratty jeans were begging him to rip them off, but since he had a feeling Lex wouldn’t appreciate it, he made do with sliding them down her lovely long legs.
“No panties, too?” Noah asked, one hand sliding down the curve of her buttocks.
“I was in a rush. I didn’t exactly have time to fish for panties.”
Mason detected a hint of defensiveness in Lex’s tone, but the last thing he wanted was to spoil the mood. With Noah still holding her body captive, Mason went on his knees and eagerly parted her legs.
There was one intricate, winding dragon curling down her left inner thigh all the way to her ankle, its scales the color of alternating hammered bronze. On the other, a pair of cranes was in the midst of flight, lost in a sea of azure and jade colors.
Fuck, someday Mason was going to devote some time to taste and explore Lex’s body in a slow and leisurely manner.
Like Mason suspected, another matching piece of jewelry was ringed through her clit hood. Seeing the plain metal worsened the ache in his prick. It stirred the heat throbbing in his belly and insides.
Keeping her legs firmly apart with his body, Mason fingered the metal, and began to trace his way down her lovely pink pussy lips.
“Christ, Noah. She’s damn wet. I can’t wait to taste her.”
“You’re going to eat pussy?” Lex asked him, looking surprised.
“I want to taste you, Lex. I want to taste your sweet little cream.”
“Why would you ask Mason that, babe?” Noah asked.
“Most of the men I’ve been with aren’t interested in eating pussy. All they want is a quick and convenient fuck hole.”
Noah growled at that.
“Those weren’t real men, Lex. We’re going to show what it’s like being with real men who know how to appreciate their women.”
Before she could pierce the meaning behind his words, Noah captured her mouth with his. Mason observed while Noah kept her pressed against him, his hands kept hungrily crawling all over her body. The sight of his mate passionately kissing Lex made him more than eager to begin sampling her.
With his hands fastened on her inner thighs, Mason’s eager mouth unerringly found her clit. He closed his mouth over the swollen little nub, licking at the labia and occasionally applying suction to drive Lex mad with desire. Mason could feel her legs struggling and buckling against the pleasure he was eager to inflict.
He trailed his tongue down her dripping slit, licking at the edges of her pussy lips before plunging his tongue into her hot, wet folds. Gods, she tasted so damn fine. Keeping her steady, he kept thrusting his tongue into her, fucking her thoroughly.
Mason freed one of his hands and slipped them past her slit to find her tight little asshole. His finger began to lazily circle the puckered and thick ring of flesh.
One quick look above him showed him Noah, still fucking her tongue and playing with her nipples.
Mason felt her body jerk slightly as he slid his finger inside her ass. Lex’s words still reverberated through his mind. “All they want is a quick and convenient fuck hole.” If Mason had the power to erase all of her foul memories he’d do it in less than a heartbeat.
It won’t be easy taming a woman like Lex, but Mason and his mate was going to make sure she wouldn’t even think to leave after they’d showed her what it was like staying with them.
Mason slid a second finger in her snatch, while his mouth closed over her sensitive little nub again. He sucked hard, hoping to flood her body with sensations. He withdrew his mouth to tug hard at her clit ring. It was enough for her body to shudder, to finally explode. Mason eagerly lapped at her cream, making sure to catch every drop.
When he was done, Mason rose to see Lex leaning against Noah. The grin she gave him nearly melted his heart. “Fuck, Mason. You’re amazing.”
“Hell’s bells, woman you really need to clean that mouth of yours,” Noah muttered, still playing and massaging her aching tits.
Mason only lifted her hand and pressed her wrist to his lips. She looked unsettled by the gesture, as if she distrusted tenderness.
“Thank you, shall I return you the favor?”
Mason let out sound when her fingers curled around his aching shaft. “I want…” He hesitated and went on at her waiting expression. “I want to feel your gorgeous lips wrapped around my shaft, and I think Noah wants to fuck you.”