“Hey.” Sherrie was suddenly beside him, offering a bottle of water from the knapsack. “You look really pale. Sit down and rest.” She pressed her hand on his shoulder, and the warm contact distracted him from his apprehension. In two seconds flat, he went from near panic at the idea of being trapped to wanting her with a bone-shaking desire. His libido always ran hot, but his instant reaction to this woman was abnormal. More magic like the dream travel.
Grant stared down into her light green eyes then at her plump lower lip that beckoned him to kiss it.
Obeying his instinct, he dipped his head to cover her soft mouth with his. Potent energy passed between them. He closed his eyes and drank it in—until a hard hand thumped his shoulder, pushing him away.
“Hey!” Walker stood between them, fists clenched.
Sherrie grabbed his arm. “It’s all right.” She put her hand on his cheek, drawing his attention to her face, and repeated softly, “It’s all right.”
Rising on her toes, she kissed the wolf, a light peck at first that soon became a deep, searching kiss.
Grant’s already hard cock stiffened even more. He palmed his erection, squeezing lightly as he watched the hungry mashing of lips and tongue. Then he put a hand on Sherrie’s hip, completing the joining, and once again a powerful jolt crackled through all three of them, their energies entwining as well as their bodies.
Grant accepted the sensation with a satisfied grunt, but the wolf broke away, his eyes wide and worried. “Damn!”
“This is supposed to happen, the three of us together.” Sherrie sounded confident, almost serene.
“Can’t you feel it, John? Don’t fear it or fight it.” She took his hand and pulled him back to her, planting another searing kiss on his lips.
Grant agreed. There was something about the proximity of their bodies that built up a crazy, static charge. He wasn’t inexperienced with three or moresomes, but this was something completely different. He moved behind Sherrie, pressed against her and slid one of his hands around her smooth, naked stomach beneath her shirt. His other hand rested on the sharp blade of Walker’s hip. Surprisingly, the wolf didn’t push it away. Maybe he didn’t notice, as caught up as he was in kissing Sherrie.
Grant had no problem playing back up to their lovemaking, at least until the wolf took the stick out of his ass and opened up to the possibilities in a ménage. Then he might seek a more active role. But sharing partners of either sex wasn’t foreign to a panther. He loved the pleasure of several bodies tumbling together, the stroking hands, roaming mouths and whispered demands; the growing sense of union when you no longer knew exactly who was licking or touching you. Rubbing his cock against Sherrie’s denim-covered ass, he lapped her warm nape, tasting salt and dust.
As Walker kissed Sherrie’s mouth, he glanced at Grant over her shoulder with eyes more lust-filled than peeved for once. The magic of their joining was stronger than his ingrained need to claim a mate for himself alone.
Grant slid his hand farther up Sherrie’s belly to cup her breast through her bra. His hand was trapped between their two bodies, Walker’s hard chest against the back, Sherrie’s soft tit filling his palm. Grant continued to nuzzle her neck and the bite mark on her shoulder and waited to see what Walker would do next.
After a few moments, the wolf pulled away from her mouth. He gazed into Sherrie’s eyes and Grant’s, a silent message of agreement to do this thing, then he pulled her jacket off her arms. He reached for the hem of her long-sleeved T-shirt and lifted it. Grant took his hand from her breast to unfasten her bra in back while Walker peeled the shirt over her head. In seconds she was as bare-chested as they, her pink-tipped breasts rising and falling with her unsteady breathing.
Grant slid his arm back around her and cupped one soft mound, rolling the taut point between his finger and thumb. Walker bent his head and took the other nipple in his mouth. Sherrie moaned and thrust her chest. The hungry sound and arching of her body sent a renewed wave of lust through him. His hard-on was starting to be painful as it pressed into the cleft of her ass. Too much denim there. He needed to feel her bare bottom cradling his shaft.
Leaving Walker to tend to her tits, he felt for the button on the fly of her jeans. After loosening it, he unzipped and pulled the jeans and underwear down her legs. He knelt, unlaced her hiking boots and helped her out of them and her jeans.
Grant rose to his feet to gaze at Sherrie’s round and inviting ass, the muscles clenched tight. He held a cheek in each hand and squeezed. Pulling the globes gently apart, he slid his erection into the groove between. Heat surrounded him, the pleasure magnified by the growing energy filling them all.