Page 34 of Feline Good

It gave Maya a sense of empowerment, and it endeared them to her all the more. It was in that moment she knew this was the right decision.

Staring down into August’s eyes, she saw nothing but patience, lust, and excitement. So much that she almost chuckled.

His hips moved of their own accord, and she gasped as the hard length of him settled between her thighs. Maya flexed her hands where she steadied them against August’s stomach and slowly slid forward, feeling her way over the hills and valleys of his shaped torso, until he grew tired of her game. He moved a hand and slid it behind her neck, tugging her down so he could take her mouth. Moaning as her breasts hit his chest, she gasped when her piercings grazed his skin, sending shockwaves of sensation through her body. The kiss deepened, their tongues moving together as he held her head to him. Her hips rocked instinctively, and her pussy clenched at the thought of Asher watching not even two feet away.

Suddenly, her world spun on its axis as August flipped them over. He ended their kiss in favor of trailing his lips down the side of her neck, and she tilted her head to give him better access. Leaning over her as he was, his erection brushed her hip, belly, and the outside of her thigh as he skimmed her flesh with his lips and tongue in a downward direction. When she turned her head, her gaze sought out Asher, who was moving closer. Like rote, the two brothers made room for each other.

Asher leaned over her, and his cerulean eyes bore into hers, the emotion in them enough to freeze the breath in her throat. A realization shocked Maya to her core.

If they did this… whatever this was, it would not be just to let off some steam, or get their rocks off. No. This represented a proclamation of their pent-up emotions— ones they’d stemmed the tides of for years.

The thought comforted Maya and gave her the freedom to submit to anything and everything they wanted.

Because she wanted this too.

As if he could sense the thoughts in her head, Asher leaned in to take her mouth. It was a kiss not only of passion, but a silent declaration of thoughts and feelings too raw to voice. His morning shadow scratched her cheeks and tickled her lips, but she cared not. Hands framing her face, he held her still while their tongues mingled and twisted in unrepentant passion.

Maya reached up, sliding her hands over his shoulders to grip the wide expanse, and dug her nails in when he pulled away to trail south. He only left her to wonder about his destination for a split second before he took her taut nipple into his mouth. His tongue flicked the jewelry back and forth, matching August’s attention on her other breast, pulling a breathy moan from her throat as she arched her back for more.

Asher, however, trailed his kisses further down, until two hot hands gripped her thighs and pulled them wide, and she glanced over August’s head to see Asher’s dip between her legs. The sensation of his tongue swiping up her soaking wet slit just about undid her.

As a moan tore from her throat, she was suddenly relieved she did not have neighbors to worry about.

And thank god for that.

Her pussy clenched around nothing as Asher focused his attentions on her clit. August switched to her other breast, while his deft fingers came up to tease and pinch the one bereft of his lips.

These two might be the death of me.

She’s going to be the death of me, Asher decided as Maya’s moan trailed through the air.

His cock throbbed where it was trapped behind the waistband of the dumbass boxers. He’d much rather have slept naked, but he hadn’t wanted to freak Maya out. No, Asher wanted to do the complete opposite; he wanted her relaxed and blissed out.

Her head thrashed against the pillows at the head of the bed as they tended to her, August at her breasts and he between her legs.

Licking down her slit, he tongued her pussy, delving in to seek the reward of tasting her arousal. Methodically, he supped from her like the finest bowl of cream. Her moans and little cries urged him on, until he replaced his tongue with his fingers, thrusting in and out of her tight pussy while he focused on her clit.

Sealing his lips around the tight little bud, he flicked his tongue back and forth, knowing she was close by her fluttering walls. His dick pulsed almost in sync with her, and he ground his hips into the bed for some, for any friction.

He peered up, watching as August flicked her piercings, and Asher curled his finger up inside her with a ‘come hither’ motion, persistent with his efforts until she shattered.

A cry burst from her lips, and Asher slowed the tempo of his fingers, working her through the orgasm until she heaved a sigh, her eyes half mast. She pulled August up for another kiss, and Asher placed gentle kisses along her thighs before he sat up.

When August pulled away, the brothers shared a knowing look, their telepathic communication not even necessary in the moment, and Asher knew he would have her first.

Asher knew Amir and August both were paranoid about his past with women, afraid he would love her and leave her. Apparently, after all these years, what they failed to understand was that Asher had been slowly falling for her a little bit more every minute of every single day. After fifteen years— Asher wasn’t going any-damned-where. While he kissed and caressed her beautiful skin, watching a stunner of a smile grace her lips, he knew with all his being that if the price to be right here, right now, was to spend a decade plus as a cat, he’d gladly pay it all over again.

Maya was boneless, her entire body limp from the first orgasm.

First. She could almost laugh. Women searched their entire lives for a man capable of giving them one orgasm, and from the looks of the two men before her— she had plenty more to come.

A radiant smile curled her lips as Asher pulled her up into a sitting position and claimed her mouth. A shiver went through her as she tasted herself on his tongue. It was beautifully filthy, and hot as hell. He pulled away, leaving her wanting, and settled himself against the headboard. August rolled out of his way, landing on his feet, naturally, and walked to the side of the bed, beckoning her forward with the crook of his finger.

She went.

Her confidence was unmatched. They might have been two extraordinary shifters— men blessed by the gods themselves— but they were here, and they wanted her. It was a heady concoction, her desire for them and their yearning for her, all blending together until she was in a haze of lust.

Her arousal slicked her thighs, her orgasm having only added to the effect as she crawled across the mattress. Nowhere near as graceful as the movements of the two feline shifters with her, but she didn’t care about that at the moment. When she paused in front of August, she sat up on her knees with an innocent smile.