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  What’s happening to me? This man, this total stranger, was just running a finger over her cheek and eyelid. His touch shouldn’t be making her entire body tremble and quake, her pussy gush and her body physically ache for his touch. All of a sudden, a rush of yearning heated her body. It didn’t make sense but she needed this man.

  Tab moaned deeply, arching her back. Her nipples were swollen little darts of desire, her pussy liquid heat. She wanted to rub herself wantonly for this man, and that shocked her almost as much as the sexy shirtless man in front of them.

  Tab moved onto her husband’s lap. Wes’ erection pressed against her ass and she ground against it mercilessly. Her caution had disappeared sometime between her nipples stiffening and her cunt gushing. She needed sexual satisfaction so badly. Normally reserved, Tabitha was buried in a storm of lust. Her pussy was tingling, the lips swollen, and her breasts aching.

  She stared at Brand’s chest and abdomen. Lightly brushed with burnished gold hair, every muscle stood out sharply, a few scars weaving silvery lines over the tanned skin. His cock was outlined sharply by his pants—long, hard and rampant. She had not desired another man since meeting Wes, but this sexy blond god turned her on beyond rational thought or reason.

  Wes had buried his face in her hair. Reaching around to cup her breasts, he settled her more firmly on his lap. Her husband hadn’t been this aroused in ages and she took full advantage of it, rubbing and grinding against it despite the intensely disturbing presence of the strange man who attracted her so.

  The touch of Wes’ hands on her breasts was almost too much. He cupped them gently, his fingers branding her flesh. Suddenly she realized that she had too many clothes on and stood, yanking her shirt and bra off, exposing her nipples to the air. She thrust her chest out toward Brand, offering herself to him without words.

  “Oh!” Her gasp broke the silence of the room. As the air brushed over her breasts, her sensitivity and sensations were magnified. The air itself was alive, caressing and stroking her, licking teasingly over her nipples and caressing the fullness of her breasts. While she missed the touch of Wes’ hands on them, this sensation was new and altogether overwhelming.

  The stranger—Brand—reached for the button on her jeans and opened it, pushing the fabric down her legs. She automatically stepped out her pants, socks and shoes. Clad only in a pair of silky panties, Tab was neither embarrassed nor scared. Everything made sense all of a sudden. She was going to have sex with both this man and her husband and it thrilled her.

  She stretched and then looked up at the man. He was tall, topping six feet by a few inches. And he was all sun-burnished, from his hair to his golden skin. A rugged man who had an air of command, he was quite different from laid-back Wes, her one and only lover before tonight.

  He stepped back a pace, never breaking his gaze. She was vaguely aware of Wes rustling behind her but couldn’t spare the mental energy for him.

  My God, he’s beautiful. I just want to touch him. Tab’s newly awakened sexual urges were spiraling out of control. Rational thought left her, even more intense desire taking its place.

  Then Brand lowered her back to the bed and bent down to caress her nipple with his mouth. Fire. Aching fire rushed through her veins. His light stubble abraded her overstimulated skin. Her hand crept down to her panty-clad pussy and started rubbing urgently. She had never been one for masturbation, but as her body opened up to her own touch, she moaned. She skinned her saturated panties off, spreading her legs wide, almost embarrassed by the way her scent hung in the air.

  Brand suckled more urgently now, and Tab’s finger moved from her clit and began delving into her cunt. She was hardly aware of where Wes was until his lips fastened on her sensitized clit.

  “Oh God, you two…” Rational thought was impossible at the moment. Brand began plucking her other nipple and two of Wes’ fingers dove into her soaked pussy. Tab’s head lolled on the cushion and she concentrated on trying to breathe. She was burning up, both from the outside and inside. She was so aware of her body’s responses that her blood roared in her ears and every bit of pleasure these men were wringing out of her was increased to an almost maddening level.

  She brought her hand up to Brand’s head and the scent of her drew his attention away from her nipple for the moment. He captured her moist finger and suckled deeply, awakening all new feelings inside Tab’s body.

  When he flicked playfully at her nipple, her whole body tensed. She was climbing the hill and knew she’d crest it soon if these men allowed her a release. Just then, Wes began to tap her cunt, finding her G-spot with unerring accuracy.

  One, two, three taps. She was going insane with need, arching up to her husband and Brand. “Let me come! Please!”

  Brand fastened himself on her other nipple, pulling and tugging. Wes sucked hard on her clit in time with his insistent tapping. The sensations of two men working on her at the same time, as well as the erotic strangeness of the whole scene, overwhelmed her.

  Her world exploded. With a scream she felt herself tumbling over the edge. The orgasm shattered her, reducing her to a pile of need. Fire and ice raced through her body and then something else replaced them, a wonderful tingling.

  Tab pulled Brand’s head up and kissed him, tasting the subtle vestiges of her cream.

  Brand watched the woman carefully for any signs of transformation. He knew that she was primed and ready, could smell her feline form within, a deeper musk that called to the primal animal inside him. “Tabitha, you’re safe here. Let the change happen.”

  As her extremities trembled, her husband pulled her into his arms. His panther should be able to handle her cat, and after all, they were the established couple here.

  His lust almost out of control, Brand jerked the rest of his clothes off and began pacing the room. This was torture. Who had he screwed in a past life to be stuck like this, in a room teeming with shifter desire?

  “Hey,” Wes said softly. “If you want to you can come over here, behind me. I don’t mind. Right now, I want it. I want you to fuck me.”

  Was he serious? Brand regarded the man for only a second before crossing the room. At some point, Wes had dropped his clothes and from what Brand could see of his naked body, he was well formed. Though men weren’t his preferred sex partners, he wasn’t against anything that gave him pleasure, and that tight ass would give him a climax to remember.

  Tabitha hadn’t yet changed, but it was obvious that the process had begun. A first shift could take anywhere from ten minutes to ten hours. Given the fact that she was beyond her teens, the usual age for a first shifting, Brand bet that it wouldn’t take long at all. And in the meantime he could amuse himself with her mate’s muscular back and ass. And that cock looked damn tasty too.

  “Nice.” Resting his chin comfortably on Wes’ shoulder, Brand reached over and stroked Tabitha’s hair, her mewing sounds calling to his inner lion.

  He nipped the back of Wes’ neck, gathering the skin at the base and working it between his teeth, suckling slightly. Brand knew he was going to leave a mark, his mark of ownership, however brief.

  Wes groaned and thrust his ass back. Brand relished the feel of those tight glutes clenching and releasing. It had been a long time since he’d experienced a man and the animal inside wasn’t choosy, right now it just demanded release. Wes was good-looking and not alpha enough to be a challenge. Brand wasn’t interested in a testosterone-laden fight for dominance, he just wanted to fuck with animal pride, animal lust.

  “Do you want this? Then prepare your woman for me while we play. When the shift comes upon her, I’ll fuck her. I want you to hold her and keep your human form so she has something comfortable and familiar. If things get out of control feel free to shift and dominate her. Then, when she’s rested, we’ll all have some fun.”

  Tabitha’s whole body was tingling and a feeling not unlike panic was overcoming her. She didn’t feel fear, but her emotions were tightly strung, her body wound like a spring. Str
ange things were happening inside her, a stretching. Something was exerting a great deal of pressure on her insides. She threw her head back, moaning. The feeling was altogether new to her, yet somehow it centered her as well. And she loved the sensitivity of her skin, her hearing, all her senses seemed stronger.

  Wes’ cock pressed against her lower back. Was it her imagination or did he seem more erect than ever? Their celibacy had obviously added to his desire. She luxuriated in the feel of her husband’s rampant cock.

  As Brand spoke, Tab tuned out, focusing inward. She was curious but not frightened about these changes in her body. Everything was so surreal. Tab knew she should be feeling her emotions more deeply but all these changes were fascinating.

  Her mouth was overfull all of a sudden. When she parted her lips, the small prick of a fang scraped her mouth. Fangs? She never had fangs before. Tab wriggled out from under Wes and ran to a small mirror across the room. “Oh my God! Wes?”

  Her body was covered in a luxurious spotted pelt of short silky fur, her face elongating as she watched. She stroked her hands up her body in shock, unable to understand these changes in herself. As she stared at this strange human-animal hybrid in the mirror, she became aware of the man growling behind Wes.

  “Wes! Is he hurting you?” She hurried over, skidding to a stop when she saw the man’s hand wrap around her husband’s cock. Her desire was almost painful. She wanted to share her husband’s cock with Brand, but more importantly she had to focus on what was going on in her body.

  “What is happening to me?”

  Brand lifted his head from her husband’s shoulder. There was sure to be a love-bite there. “Tell her, friend. Tell her what you can right now.”

  Wes swallowed hard. Did he appear more hairy too? “Tab, please don’t worry. This is part of our heritage. We’re shifters.”

  Shifters? What did he mean? Shifters weren’t real! Sure, Wes had been fascinated by the phenomena, but she always figured it was his love for animals coming out.

  “I…I…” She couldn’t form words.

  “It’s true, honey. You’re a leopard shifter. See the pattern on your fur? Very shortly, you’ll understand. Don’t resist. All of us are safe in here.”

  Tabitha sat on the bed and tucked her legs under her chin, desire pushed into the background by her shock at this fanciful tale.

  “Are you all right?” Brand asked.

  Tabitha bit off a brittle laugh. “Um, no. This is all a bit to deal with.”

  Brand nodded. “We’ll leave you alone for now. Join in if you feel ready.”

  Brand moved to Wes and sank onto his knees in front of the panther shifter. It had been quite some time since he had taken another male, either orally or otherwise, and he found himself hungering for the taste of cock. Wes had a great cock, not too thick and about seven inches long. It was coated in pre-cum, the foreskin exposing the blunt head.

  He ran his jaw over the other man’s leg, up to his inner thigh. When Wes was gasping for air, Brand took the other man’s cock in a hand now transformed with paw pads and small claws. He stroked up and down a few times then plunged his head down on the hard shaft. Brand’s throat opened up and he began suctioning hard, delivering a sensation that was two parts pleasure, one part pain. His fangs added to the stimulation by scraping over sensitive skin.

  When his initial hunger was satisfied, Brand lifted his head, making a sound of pure feline satisfaction. He swiped his tongue over Wes’ cock head, knowing that the rough texture would add a higher level of sensation. He worked the cock head like a master, smearing and devouring the constant stream of creamy pre-cum. Wes’ lubrication had a wild taste to it, almost sweet, and the lion in Brand was responding wholly.

  Wes appeared to have given himself over to a blowjob from a master. His head was thrown back and fists were clenched. Brand brought one of Wes’ hands to his head, encouraging the panther to fist his hair. The bed rustled a bit as Wes’ wife moved in agitation. She was getting hotter too, her spice joining her husband’s in the air. Watching a near-stranger suck off her husband was probably increasing her shock. The beginning of the shift was lowering her inhibitions and raising her libido. At least Brand hoped so!

  “Suck me…suck me some more, man. I want to come in your mouth,” Wes’ entreaty was tortured and Brand wasn’t about to make him wait any longer. He sealed his mouth around the other man’s cock, scraping his lion claws ever so gently over the man’s tightly drawn-up scrotum.

  “I want…” Tabitha’s voice was needy and barely penetrated his haze of lust. Then he felt her small paws on his ass, opening him wide. Was she going to rim him? She hadn’t looked that kinky, but her inner feline was probably bringing all her desires, no matter how nasty or kinky, to the foreground.

  When his legs were fully apart, the woman settled herself on the ground and began tonguing his balls and stroking his shaft with those paws. She wasn’t adept at using them and pricked him a few times, but the pain was quickly forgotten as she stroked him. She couldn’t maneuver enough to suck him, a fact that was causing her endless frustration. Finally she spoke.

  “Please fuck my husband. I want to have him in my mouth as you’re fucking him.”

  That was all the encouragement Brand needed. He crossed the room, yanked a condom out of his bag and sheathed himself carefully, considerate of his claws on the fragile rubber. He was tremblingly eager to be buried in the other man’s ass.

  Tabitha had helped her husband arrange himself on hands and knees. As Brand applied some lube to the condom, Tabitha settled under Wes, his cock dangling an inch away from her lips.

  Brand wished he could capture this moment, these two beautiful people waiting for him to mate with them. Unlike most of his matings, this one was devoid of political overtones. It was just about sex and shifting. These people weren’t using him for any reasons other than physical satisfaction. These people only wanted his body and semen, not to solidify their position or marry him for material gain. The change was quite refreshing. It had been too long since he’d been desired for his body instead of his position.

  “Are you ready, Wes?” Brand questioned. The other man nodded silently. Brand gently stroked the woman’s soft abdominal pelt for a moment before settling himself against Wes’ back. The soft sounds of Tabitha slurping Wes’ cock were the most erotic soundtrack Brand had heard in ages.

  He stroked his sheathed cock over Wes’ perineum, exerting enough pressure to further arouse the other man. Wes’ anus seemed to relax for Brand, who pressed his cock gently but firmly against the puckered hole. It gave and Wes pulled Brand’s entire cock head inside.

  Fuck. Wes’ tightness and heat were incredible. Brand trembled, trying to keep his desire under tight rein. He was incredibly tempted to just pound home in one thrust, chancing that the superior shifter genetics would heal any damage he made. No, instead of risking that, he’d enter slowly, stretching out the pleasure, making it sweet instead of brutal and deny his lion satisfaction for the moment.

  Another inch in. God, the tightness was getting to him. And then Tabitha ran her claws over his balls, the pricking of the sharp appendages soothed by the spongy soft paw pad and the silky fur. He tried to wait, to let Wes adjust but then the other man rocked back, seeking more of his cock, and he was lost. He pushed in with one long, deep thrust.

  “YES!” Wes’ voice was full of triumph and satisfaction. Brand began thrusting in and out slowly, wanting Tabitha to keep her mouth on her husband’s cock. When he could tell that she was keeping up, he let loose and fucked Wes’ tight ass in deep stabbing strokes, trying to wring every bit of pleasure and passion out of the other man.

  His wife took Brand’s hint, rolling and stroking her husband’s balls and sucking him urgently. “Come on, Wes. Come in your sweet wife’s mouth while I come up your ass.”

  The veins popped out on Wes’ arms, his trembles increasing. He was so close to the edge! Brand could feel his struggle to extend the enjoyment, but he had to reali
ze that he wasn’t the one in control here. Brand was, and he had to come.

  Brand rammed home and steadied himself, pulsing in the other man’s ass. He reached down, fondling Wes’ balls and brushed his wife’s hair against those full orbs. Brand was ready to let go, but he wanted this to be a shared orgasm. He wanted Wes’ climax to push him over the edge.

  The soft silk of Tab’s hair on the tender skin of his sac seemed to do the job. Wes began growling and thrusting forward and back faster and faster, plunging into his wife’s mouth then impaling himself on Brand’s shaft. Brand fastened himself on the other man’s neck, growling his triumph. Wes’ muscles clenched firmly around his tortured cock and Brand’s world shattered in bright bursts of light. The woman scooted out of the way and Brand collapsed on the panther shifter, spent for the moment.

  “That was…” The woman’s voice shook.

  “Incredible?” Brand supplied. “Fantastic? Erotic? Or just the beginning?”

  Chapter 3

  Tabitha giggled nervously when Brand spoke. He lay atop her husband, sprawled on the huge bed. Tab’s pussy was liquid, her scent perfuming the room, her body so ready for either of their cocks. Or both of their cocks. She didn’t care right now. She just wanted to be fucked.

  The changes in her body had added to her arousal and while she still had questions, many questions, she knew she’d better absorb the information after she’d had her release as well.

  What she’d just seen, someone penetrating her husband, had been a total turn-on. She’d had a great vantage point of Brand’s sheathed cock pounding into Wes’ ass, admiring the slight differences in their cocks and balls from only inches away. Their enthusiasm had taken her to another place entirely, and instead of being put off by the close view of anal sex, she was even more aroused. Her strong-and-silent type husband had allowed another man to give him pleasure. It was both touching and arousing at the same time. And she wanted to see much more of it!