Claiming What's Theirs (MFM)
A scarred woman running from her past...
Jessa Malone has endured five years of abuse from the one person she thought she could trust. But when an accident lands her in an unfamiliar home with two very large and intimidating men, she doesn't know if she has inadvertently been thrust back in the violence she has been trying to run from.
Two snow leopard shifting brothers have finally found their mate in the same woman...
Deacon and Thayer Uncia have lived in isolation for years, trying to control their inner animals. When Jessa agrees to stay with them until she can get back on her feet, the brothers vow to convince her that she belongs with them. They know she wants them as much as they want her, and they have no intention of letting her go, especially when she is theirs and they have already claimed her.
Be Warned: menage sex (MFM), anal sex, rimming
Her mouth was hot and sweeter than anything he had ever eaten. He swept his tongue into the wet cavern and stroked it along hers, eliciting a moan from her. Sliding his hands over her back, he gripped her ass and brought her closer to his erection. His cock jerked at the feel of her softness. Her hands slid up his chest and wound their way around his neck. She was as close to him as two people could get, yet it wasn’t enough. He walked them backward until they reached the counter of his workstation. Tightening his hold on her, he lifted her easily and set her ass on the counter. Her legs opened, and he stepped between them, feeling the heat of her pussy at the perfect level of his dick. Grinding himself into her, he grunted, and she gasped.
“You want me between your legs, baby?” He kissed and nipped along her jaw and smiled against her neck as she tilted her neck to give him better access.
“Hmmm.” A gasp left her when he ran his tongue along her throat. Could she feel the slight roughness of his tongue, courtesy of the animal inside of him?
“Baby, I want you so fucking bad.” He ground himself against her again. He wanted her so damn bad. Her nails dug into the back of his neck, and he relished the sting it caused. He ran his tongue the rest of the way up her neck and to her mouth. He let his hands slide over her waist to the front of her jeans. He gave her a minute to stop him, but she didn’t. In fact, she lifted her hips closer. A growl left him as he flicked her button undone. He pulled away slightly and reached behind her, turning on the heater, blowing hot air over them. He closed the garage doors and then went back to kissing her. Gripping the edge of her jeans he started pulling them down her legs. She lifted to help, and then kicked them off. Their kiss and movements became more desperate. He tore her jacket off of her, and she did the same with his.
“God, what are we doing, Deacon?” She murmured against his lips while her fingers undid the button and fly of his jeans.
“We’re going to fuck.” He could have said it a little more eloquently, but why sugarcoat what they were going to do in his grimy garage? Besides, it didn’t matter what he called it. He needed to claim his mate, and they both were going to enjoy the hell out of it.
He slipped his hands beneath their bodies and pulled her panties to the side. The smell of her wetness filled his nose. Fucking ambrosia. Sliding his fingers through her slit, he gathered her cream and brought his fingers to his mouth. “Look at me, Jessa.” Her throat worked as she swallowed. He brought his soaked fingers to his lips and sucked them into his mouth. Her eyes widened, and her lips parted. “Mmmm, baby.” When he’d cleaned her juices off his fingers, he took her mouth again. He speared his tongue in her mouth so that she could taste herself on him. Breaking the kiss, he gripped her panties and ripped them from her body. The sound of fabric rendering mixed with the heavy beat of music.
“Oh, God.” Her head fell back, and her eyes slid shut when his fingers found her pussy again. He slid his middle finger into her pussy and thumbed her clit.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” He dragged his teeth back down her neck to where it met with her shoulder. Sinking his teeth into the supple flesh, he pumped his finger in and out of her, loving how her tight pussy gripped his digit, sucking it back in. “My girl’s greedy for me.”
“Yes.” Gasping for air, she lifted her head, speared her hand in his hair, and jerked her to him.
He kept working his finger in and out of her, his thumb pressing tight circles on her clit. Her mouth devoured his, her tongue stroking his. Her little teeth pulled his bottom lip in his mouth, her tongue sliding over it. He quickly pushed his jeans down, but before he could pull his cock out of his boxer briefs, her hands were there, pushing his out of the way and gripping him. He let out a hiss when her hand wrapped around his cock.
“God, you’re so big.” He would have smiled at the surprise in her voice, but he was already too far gone with his arousal. Taking hold of her ass again, he pulled her to the edge of the counter so that she was forced to let go of him and wrap her hands around his shoulders for stabilization.
“Put your heels on the counter, baby.” The fact she did what he said without any hesitation, submitting to him and his animal, had his skin tightening with victory. He took a step back, his hands on his knees, and pushed her thighs apart. A gasp left her, but he kept his gaze on her pink pussy on display. Her wetness glistened under the overhead lights, her clit engorged as it stuck out from the hood at the top of her mound. He wanted to taste her so fucking bad.