Shimmering waves of pleasure continued to wash through her while John pounded into her faster and harder, his body slapping against hers. She could tell by his increasing grunts he was close to coming. The primitive sound incited a new rise of excitement in her and…Good Christ, she was going to come again!
As John growled against her shoulder and his hips pumped, a series of firecrackers snapped through her nervous system—pop, pop, pop. She jerked as if she’d been hit by voltage from a defibrillator and her eyes rolled back in her head. Power surged through her and the wolfman in her arms howled as he came.
Sherrie panted as she came down from her high. Her hair clung to her sweating face. Both she and John were drenched in sweat as they melded together. Even as she gathered her fragmented senses and slowed her breathing, Grant let them know he was no longer content to be a bit player.
Reaching around Sherrie’s body, he pushed John off her and turned her to face him. She looked up into the taller man’s face. His golden eyes shone like an animal’s caught in headlights. He lifted Sherrie in his arms as if she weighed nothing and settled her onto his cock. Her pussy was still pulsing from her orgasm and tender from John’s hard ramming. Slippery and soft, it shaped around Grant’s probing girth and enveloped him. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she held on as he bounced her up and down on his shaft. Her bobbing breasts rubbed against his lightly furred chest, tickling her sensitive nipples.
Over Grant’s shoulder, she saw John watching with narrowed eyes. She wasn’t sure if his expression was annoyed or aroused. She smiled at him and reached out a hand, welcoming him to come close. He sidled over, standing beside her and Grant, and slipped his hand around her waist above where Grant clutched her buttocks. Instantly Sherrie felt the connection again, the strange enhancement of her senses that happened whenever the three of them touched simultaneously.
She held onto Grant with one arm, slid the other around John’s neck and leaned toward him. She kissed him, tasting the musk of her body on his tongue. The beginnings of a third orgasm began to rumble inside her like distant thunder. Impossible! She’d never managed more than two in a row, tops. Multiple orgasms were an urban legend as far as she was concerned, the stuff of articles in women’s magazines that claimed to know the top ten tricks for enhancing your sex life. But then, until yesterday, she hadn’t believed in werewolves or panther shifters either.
She couldn’t deny the growing thunder that rolled through her. She pulled away from John’s mouth to suck in a breath of air and caught a glimpse of Grant’s face twisted in a scowl of ecstasy. At the same moment she felt him come inside her, a strong burst of fluid. He snarled like an angry tomcat, and her inner muscles clamped around him as her mounting urgency bloomed into another powerful climax.
This time the power churned through her with unstoppable force. Not a mere bodily reaction but something much more—too big to be contained inside her fragile human body. The energy burst forth from her—from all of them—like an electromagnetic wave. Her hair crackled with electricity, and the wave swept outward from their threesome as if they were ground zero of an atomic bomb. Air rushed away, leaving them in a temporary vacuum that devoured all sound. The ground trembled. Loose stones and rocks tumbled away from them at the force of the wave.
Sherrie’s chest compressed, and she couldn’t breathe for a moment, but then the air came rushing back in, filling the void. She heard the crash of falling rocks. When she looked toward the wall of rubble that had sealed them into the ravine, it had blown outward from the force of the blast, leaving a gaping hole and air full of swirling dust.
Chapter Seven
As the dust sifted through the air, powdering all of them from head to toe, Sherrie clung to the two shifters and gaped at the destruction of their prison wall.
“That was unexpected,” she murmured, and the understatement made her laugh even as the last quakes of her climax shimmered through her.
Grant lifted her off his flagging cock and set her on the ground. John slipped a supporting arm around her waist, which was a good thing because her legs were trembling. All three of them coughed and brushed grit from their eyes.
“We’d better get moving.” Grant stooped, picked up Sherrie’s jeans and tossed them at her.
John caught the jeans and handed them to her then cupped her cheek and looked into her face with his soulful brown eyes. “Are you okay?”
She nodded, touched at his unrelenting concern for her. She couldn’t remember the last time a guy had been so protective and sweet. Maybe Ryan a little, at first, until he’d turned out to be a jerk, ditching her in L.A. in an apartment she couldn’t afford with household bills in arrears. She smiled at John.