knew this. My mouth went dry as I watched Caleb struggle against Nero, as I saw the big man force him back, wrapping his massive arms around the wolf shifter and stopping him from coming any closer.
“I need her,” Caleb said in a hoarse rasp, his hands clawing Nero’s shoulders. “This is it, Nero. I might never have this chance again. She’s mine!”
His words slid over me, winding around me like a cocoon, divorcing me from reality, and closing tight around my limbs. My head felt foggy, full of cotton wool, thoughts coming and going unsaid.
“So help her out. Make a show of it. Show her the way you’d want her touching you. Make her want to take over.” His eyes darted over his shoulder at me. “She’s already drawn to you. Make the most of it.”
My eyes jerked up, watching Nero closely as Caleb agreed, backing off and pulling his pants up thankfully.
For the meantime.
The lion shifter gathered up the gear and handed it to Caleb, who walked backwards towards the bathroom, eyes hot as they burned into me, until he reached the doorway, where he stripped down. Nero went to follow him into the room, but I grabbed his arm.
“What do you get out of all of this?” I asked.
His eyes dropped down to my hand, and he moved in slightly, as if to increase the contact, the first sign he’d given me that he wanted me too.
“These guys, they’re as close to a pride as I’m likely to get. We’re on the other side of the world from what I know, and there’s no lion shifters in Australia, no cavalry on the way. They’re all I’ve got, and I’ll be damned if I’ll let this tear us apart. Now, let’s get this done so you can go back to your mate.”
Did he feel the shiver up my spine when he placed a hand at the base and directed me inside? Did he feel the weird thrill I felt, standing in such a small space with two muscular, half naked, turned on men? Did he feel that internal clench as Caleb applied the lube and then carefully, with considerable sensual grace, worked it from root to tip? Did his mouth go dry? Did he feel like somehow, he’d been transported into some kind of fucking hot porn set? Did he whine when Caleb’s fingers squeezed his knot brutally? My eyes darted sideways, for some reason wanting to check just that.
My Spidey sense seemed to have some merit. Nero leaned up against the wall, a study of calm indolence everywhere, but for his eyes. Was this what a lion’s eyes looked like as they gazed across the Serengeti, watching the antelope run, waiting for just the right moment to pounce? I recognised exactly what was going on behind that harsh golden gaze, because I was feeling the same. His pupils moved up and down in tiny increments, following the slide of Caleb’s palm with endless patience.
“No, here.” My eyes jerked back. Caleb took a couple of steps forward, his hand still working. “With me. Stay with me.”
I cursed Hollingsworth long and hard as I watched, bearing the twin burdens of my cunt clenching down hard on a horrible emptiness and wearing the weight of the men’s desires. My body sang its primitive song about how good it would be to work that curved dick up inside me, feeling it press hard on the spot that now throbbed. My cunt was dripping, readying itself for him, even when I knew I wasn’t going to touch him. But in counterpoint, there was all of this—Caleb’s desire, his knot, Nero’s whatever was going on there, the cage, Jai… I let out a long ragged sigh. I’d spent my life largely on my own or hanging with Janey, and now this? I drowned in lust and need and desire and love and connection, and I was floundering.
“Stay here. Stay with me,” Caleb ground out again, and those words had a weight to them. I came plummeting back into the room, the air thick with men’s sighs, the schick, schick, schick sound of the lube on Caleb’s cock, those pale green eyes staring so desperately into mine, asking for focus, my focus.
I’m not sure why I did what came next. Maybe because of my heat, maybe because I felt something wrench inside me for these men. Caleb’s confession, his knot… Jai’s words about its significance echoed in my head as I snatched up the