How close was his Bengal to the surface? Unable to see him she couldn’t get a gander. “Yes,” the word stuttered out.
Gabriel purred at her admission.
“Don’t, Gabriel. You’ll regret it.” Maximus’s lips moved against her clitoris.
Gabriel’s fingers exited her ass and clamped on her hip. “She’s ours, can’t regret that.”
What’d he mean by that? He pushed her back down over Maximus and hunched over her. He pistoned into her, a smooth glide of pummeling, so she didn’t much care about his meaning.
“Make her come, Maximus, as I claim her.” The words were whispered against her ear, as his other hand brushed her hair off her shoulder.
Claim her? He didn’t truly mean to claim-claim her did he?
“Wait!” was all she managed to say before his teeth sank into the sensitive curve where her neck met her shoulder.
Sameya jerked, tried to fight back, but Gabriel subdued her by pushing her against Maximus’s stomach and holding her there. The vampyr’s fingers spread her pussy lips and he feasted on her clit as Gabriel pounded into her, dominating her like the cat he was. The tiger’s tongue swished over the spot where his canines were buried into her skin.
Fuck that hurts. But felt oddly euphoric, as well.
With Maximus’s mouth clamped on her clit, she came, turning her face into his belly to stifle the sound of her carnal gratification. Gabriel roared like the tiger he was and released inside her, his hot semen filling her until the fluid spilled out of their connection. Maximus made quick work of cleaning it up with his tongue, while his thumb rotated against her clitoris. Biting the vampyr’s belly until she tasted blood, she hated them both in that moment, even though she was very much aware she ground herself on Gabriel’s cock until she came, once more. Only then did Maximus cease masturbating her with his mouth.
The tiger’s fangs retracted, the weird pleasure-pain of it caused her to flinch. Sameya inhaled, biting her bottom lip to the point of pain when Gabriel licked the wound he’d caused.
Fury slammed into her. He had no right to claim her. None whatsoever.
Rearing back, she clocked him in the nose with the back of her head and elbowed him in the throat. Gabriel made choking sounds as she scrambled out from between him and Maximus. Sameya launched herself off the bed and swung about to glare at her highhanded mates. Maximus sat, running his fingers through his unruly hair, while Gabriel gasped for breath.
She touched her shoulder where he’d bitten her and the tips of her fingers came away smeared in blood. Hands shaking, she would’ve leveled Gabriel with a blast of magical fury if not for the magic restricting her. “Tell me you did not mark me, Gabriel.”
A wise man would lie through his teeth.
Gabriel at least had the decency to appear shamefaced as he rolled into a sitting position and raked his fingers through his hair. “I’m sorry, Sameya. I had no intention—”
“You lying bastard!”
Whatever expression was on her face, it must’ve had Maximus worried for Gabriel’s safety because he placed himself between them. “You’re forbidden to harm Gabriel.”
What a fool she’d been to grant them a month and then to divulge the secret that kept Maximus from removing the jewel from around her neck. A foolish and irrational decision and all because of orgasms from her less than upstanding mates. Pleasure turned people rash. Herself included!
“Remove it.” Sameya yanked on the collar, giving a mental screech at her helplessness.
“No.”
She ground her molars together. “I’ll kill you both.” Probably just the tiger, but threatening the vamp couldn’t actually hurt. And she didn’t want him to ever believe she wasn’t dangerous.
Maximus came off the bed with his hands held in front of him in a placating gesture. “I know you’re angry, but you have to remember shifters lose control of themselves when in the presence of their unmated…mate.”
The very reason she despised shifters. “Thanks for reminding me.”
Shifters were an unpredictable lot and governed by their emotions. She’d reaped more of them than any other breed in the paranormal world because they’d grown so irrational there was no saving them. That said a lot about a breed.
Gabriel will follow his dead ancestors as soon as I get this fucking choker off my neck. The only decision she had to make was if it’d be a slow or quick death. At the moment, she leaned toward the slower the better.
Fantasizing about exacting vengeance failed to cool her temper. If she didn’t remove herself from the fucker’s proximity soon, she’d start breaking his fingers. And she’d relish his screams while filing down those fucking canines.