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  “I love you. I still love you. Don’t you see that?” She smoothed her hands over the comforter and quickly scanned the bedroom they’d once shared. “I’m a mother now. I’m the mother of his children. He doesn’t want the kids exposed to our lifestyle.”

  Jagger stood straighter, taller. “I can understand that. Believe me.” He glanced outside and noticed Sanchez returning from his run.

  Sanchez kept his face turned toward the windows, seemingly surprised to see Ariela there at their home.

  “You couldn’t possibly understand,” she muttered, clasping her hands in her lap.

  “Then I tell you what,” Jagger said, grabbing her ankles and pulling her to the edge of the bed. “You think of the best way to explain things to me. When I’m done with you, I’ll listen to your voice of reason and we’ll go from there.”

  Chapter Four

  Lane would sense her other mates had been inside her, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t care. The time had come to revisit her mates and make them feel whole.

  She didn’t want Jagger in Melinda’s bed. She didn’t want Leon to feel as if he even had the right to call upon a prostitute. And she didn’t want to ever see Sanchez’s expressionless face turned toward her own, looking at her as if he couldn’t believe his eyes, as if he wondered why she was there, what had brought her back to the one place she’d once called home.

  Jagger’s lips devoured hers as he fingered her pussy, thrusting in and out of her until her body writhed under the weight of his arm. He slid between her legs, quickly leaving pecks up and down her thighs as he settled between them.

  “This is what I’ve missed,” he whispered, licking her center with enthusiasm. “I’ve missed you, Ariela.”

  “I know,” she whimpered, turning to Leon and willing him to come to bed. She wouldn’t ask. She didn’t want to ask.

  Leon apparently read her mind. He came to bed and settled in beside her. Giving her a ravenous kiss, he thrust his tongue in and out of her mouth while squeezing her sensitive breasts.

  Sanchez stroked his cock, keeping his distance until she crooked her finger back and forth, dying to remember the taste of him, the spicy goodness of her sweet mate.

  Jagger’s tongue fluttered inside her then. He thrust her legs high, forcing her knees to bend as Leon traveled up and down her belly, kissing her clit before returning to her nipples.

  Sanchez inched closer to her lips, dragging his cockhead around the shape of her mouth. “I’ve missed you, Ariela. Haven’t you missed us? Haven’t you missed this?”

  “Please. Don’t pressure me.” She let out a cry and Sanchez immediately dropped his prick and kissed away her apprehension. His tongue traveled inside her mouth as he passionately delivered one kiss and then another.

  Straightening his shoulders, he knelt next to her head. He dipped his cockhead between her lips and she sucked him, pulling him deeply between her cheeks and dragging her tongue across his moistened slip. His precum sprinkled her tongue as she lavished him with plenty of attention.

  Jagger spread her then. He fingered her center, dragging her liquid heat to her back hole, swirling his fingers around her entrance there. She clenched around his fingers as she anticipated the forthcoming hours, the good loving to come.

  Leon nuzzled her breasts. He pinched her nipple and she bucked, arching as the pleasure mixed with pain.

  The psychological trauma she’d experienced without her mates finally rolled to the fore. Tears slipped from her eyes as she gripped Sanchez’s cock in one hand. Leon’s in the other. She’d missed them. She’d missed their gentle caresses, their scents, their loving kisses and suggestive words.

  She pumped them each at a slow and easy pace, loving the handsome looks on their faces as they lowered their cocks to her breasts, stroking their lengths against her until she whimpered with the pleasurable sensations rushing through her body.

  Jagger tucked his hands under her ass and brought her pussy to his lips. He buried his tongue inside her cunt, fluttering it up and down, side to side, and going crazy on her with oral affections she’d long since missed.

  She pushed down on his head, wanting him to finish her. To her surprise, he went still lower. Spreading her then, he forked two fingers and pushed his tongue inside her cunt again, holding her pussy lips apart as he speared his tongue inside her, moaning as he licked and licked and licked.

  “Oh Jagger,” she whispered, turning to Sanchez and nuzzling his cock. “Sanchez.” She looked up at Leon then, too, and held his balls in the palm of her hand, cradling them as she bathed his dick. “Leon.”

  “We’re right here, kitten,” Jagger crooned, his mouth slipping between her pussy lips and sucking with fervor.

  Ariela went wild beneath him. She grabbed hold of Sanchez’s cock. Dragging his cock to her lips, she sucked him to her throat, vibrating against his thick head as she savored his male flavor oozing from his slit.

  She pulled him away from her lips and turned to Leon. “Let me love you.”

  “I’m right here, vixen.” He fed her his cock, seemingly enchanted by her lips on him.

  She pulled him up and down, suckling the skin around his sac. She fingered his balls, more aware of where Jagger’s lips wandered, where his fingers and hands paused.

  Her hole clenched and she released Leon’s cock, turning back to Sanchez then and dousing the end of his dick with devoted attention. Jagger slipped still lower and she shuddered as his fingers traced her rim, gently caressing the little rosette between her globes.

  “Jagger, no!” She couldn’t stand the pleasure, the forbidden acts set to unfold. Surely Jagger hadn’t changed this much. Had he begun to think there were certain things she needed, certain pleasures Lane had given her that her other mates hadn’t tried in the past?

  She whimpered then as Jagger’s tongue flattened against her pulsing hole. He rubbed the puckered entrance, tipping the small opening with the tip of his tongue before rimming her completely, circling her asshole with an unrelenting endeavor.

  “Ah, Jagger. Ah, honey.” Her breaths fell from her lips short and choppy. “Oh, baby. I need you. I need—”

  “You need us,” Jagger said, tucking his muscular arms under her legs and gripping her thighs. A slow smile swept across his lips. “Enjoy us. Let us enjoy you.”

  He returned to her pussy then, his head moving from side to side. He ate her pussy as if he never planned to stop.

  Ah sweet heaven! She’d never known such complete rapture, such bliss!

  She pulled at the two cocks in her hands, dividing her time between Sanchez and Leon as she sucked one cock and then the other. She licked the end of their cockheads, showing them her complete attention as she sucked one to her throat, released, and took the other.

  Sizzling sensations shot through her pussy. She grabbed hold of their cocks with a firmer grip and gazed down the length of her body, staring at Jagger as he paused long enough to meet her gaze with a heated look of his own.

  All male, all rogue, all raw and one hundred percent hers, Jagger fingered her at his leisure and addressed the other two. “Fellas, we’re changing things up a minute.”

  Then, he dragged her to the end of the bed, flipped her over and slapped her ass. “On your knees, woman.”

  “Jagger?”

  “Don’t Jagger me. I said on your knees.”

  Surprised and elated, she pushed up on her palms and settled her weight on her knees. She focused on Sanchez and Leon, excited by the turn of events.

  “Spread your arms, Ariela,” Leon whipped his body around and stretched out on his back. He slid down her body, going for her pussy.

  Her mouth watered at the thought of a sixty-nine.

  “Don’t try it yet,” Jagger said, slapping her bottom again.

  Roused beyond belief, she shuddered when Jagger pried her cheeks apart.

  “Ready Leon?” Jagger blew and nipped at her rim, sipping at the tender flesh.

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bsp; “Mmm. Yes.” Leon flicked her clit with his tongue, staying committed to teasing the aroused bud even when Jagger lifted her hips and thrust his tongue between her globes. Sanchez sat next to her and reached under her body, pulling one nipple and then the other as her other mates fed their lust and hers by kicking things up a notch.

  Ariela screamed out in pleasure, reaching for Leon’s cock then and finding herself restrained when Sanchez blocked her. “This is about you. Relax and enjoy.”

  “Ah, honey,” she whispered, rocking against Jagger’s face one minute and pressing lower the next.

  Tongues tapped. Fingers searched. Mouths pleasured. And a rapturous climax washed over her long before she wanted to give up the first violent release of the morning.

  Sizzling from front to back, Ariela rode out her orgasm, releasing only whimpers and ragged breaths. When they finished her with their tongues dragging slowly across their designated points of entry, she screamed out their names in a passionate cry.

  She wouldn’t soon forget this incredible lovemaking experience. And she had a feeling she wasn’t the only one.

  * * * *

  She’d seen him there. Lane had watched her in the most intimate act a woman could enjoy and she’d seen him watching her and yet she hadn’t stopped her lovers, her so-called mates.

  Lane had left his vehicle in their driveway and shifted into his panther form, refusing to take the lion’s shift only because Jagger, Leon, and Sanchez could also shift into lions as well.

  While the lion, particularly the langle lions, were far superior to any other shifter, he didn’t want a form Ariela’s other mates could take. Not then. Not now. Not after what he’d seen, what he’d stood by and witnessed.

  Why had she gone there? What had they done to lure her there? Had they promised to eat her out, fulfill her raunchy expectations? Had they filmed themselves in such a carnal act?

  He stopped running and crouched on a rock overlooking the desert. In the distance he could see his home, the four story glass front shimmering in the sun.

  Hadn’t he given her everything she’d wanted? Hadn’t he given her what she needed? Hadn’t he proven to her he could keep up with her breeding season? Had he not shown her he would put aside all others and all other business to make sure she and their children were his primary focus all the days of their lives?

  “Damn you, Jagger!” He closed his eyes and the vision then was enough to drive a man insane.

  Ariela had come apart, screaming out their names as Leon had eaten her pussy and Jagger had tongued her asshole as if he had nothing better to do.

  Lane knew better. He’d noticed their hard cocks and had known then if he’d stuck around he would’ve stood as witness to something far more erotic than a simple tongue fuck.

  Her other three mates would take her together. They would revisit their circle of commitment, throw her down on the bed and make love to her as a unit rather than one on one.

  By now Lane’s mate, his woman, was in the throes of passion, three cocks stroking her, three men loving her. And what had he done?

  He’d run?

  Lane shook with his rage. He had responded like one of his children might by throwing an unacceptable tantrum.

  Now, he’d go back and face this injustice like a man. If Ariela wanted to be with her other mates, she could go right ahead, but she would fuck them under his supervision. She would fuck them knowing he was outside the window watching every act, every kiss, every last thrust.

  She would know he’d stood by and watched. Then, maybe she would better understand her punishment when she returned home.

  Because after her acts of betrayal, there would be hell to pay.

  Chapter Five

  Jagger drew the shades and locked the doors. He left a deliberate crack in the drapes so when Livingston returned again, he would find what he needed—verification.

  Not one to disappoint, Jagger would gladly return the favor. He had spent many lonely nights since Ariela had been in Lane’s bed and now it was Lane’s turn to stand on the outside and observe. Maybe then he wouldn’t be so arrogant, so self-righteous.

  Lying on the bed, Jagger pulled Ariela on top of him. Her back was at his chest and he reached around her body and played with her tits, loving the swell of her breasts in his hands, the way they more than filled them now.

  “You doing okay, kitten?” He nipped at her ear, loving the way her bottom mashed against his erection.

  “Yes,” she whispered in a slumberous voice. She turned her head to the side and he kissed her cheek. “Just you wait.”

  Dragging a hand across her forehead, Jagger held her head against his shoulder and nodded at Leon and Sanchez. “Whenever you’re ready.”

  “We’ll be easy,” Sanchez said, his excitement obvious. He sank inside her pussy and jerked. “Mmmm.”

  “Don’t lose a load yet,” Jagger teased, trapping his arm between his body and Ariela’s. “Lift your hips up for me.”

  “Turn your face over this way,” Leon instructed her, tilting her chin to his cock.

  As soon as they had her body and face positioned the way they wanted, they entered her together with ramming consequences. They weren’t easy. They didn’t need to be gentle. Ariela clearly liked rough play even more then than she had in the past.

  Jagger sank inside her ass, loving that pinch as he pushed beyond the outer ring and bottomed out inside her hole. Sanchez fell forward, playing it off as if he’d intended to fall face down on her breasts.

  Ariela grunted as if he’d caused her a little pain, but then turned to Leon and took a mouthful as Sanchez enjoyed his lion’s share as well. Cradling one breast while devouring the other, Sanchez thrust inside her cunt as Jagger screwed her from behind. Leon worked his hips into a clockwise rotation, feeding her all of him rather than one inch at a time.

  “Fuck, I won’t last.”

  “Me either,” Jagger admitted, not at all ashamed. He had missed his woman, his lovely Ariela. Of course he’d dump his release long before he wanted, but they had all day to make up for lost time.

  Ariela freed Leon’s cock and cupped his balls. Giving him an obvious squeeze, she held on to the base of his shaft and rocked her hips with the motions Jagger and Sanchez initiated.

  “You ready, vixen?” Leon asked, tracing her lips with his cock.

  “Absolutely,” she rasped, her voice filled with longing. She slipped her lips down Leon’s cock again, rising to the tip and falling to the base, rising to the tip again and falling to the base once more.

  “So sexy,” Jagger crooned, his cock thrumming inside her ass. The hot and cold sensations in his balls erupted into a fiery storm of true need as he pounded her hole then, burying his shaft between her globes and holding her hips still as he poured himself inside her.

  Sanchez screamed and his body jerked. He and Jagger slammed inside her, fucking her without once ounce of reservation as she went at Leon’s cock as if she’d just acquired a new taste.

  Jolting forward, Leon grabbed hold of the headboard, his body rocking to and fro as he hollered out his pleasure. Ariela’s satisfied cries were muffled by Leon’s cock but she didn’t seem to mind as she squeezed and released, squeezed again. Her body went into quick and violent spasms as she clearly enjoyed her mates again without any visible regrets.

  Much later Jagger entered the bathroom to clean up. Before he shut the door, he paused long enough to stare at the shadow beyond the drapes. He tilted his head and pasted on a mocking smile.

  If anyone had deserved the X-rated show, Lane Livingston had this one coming. Maybe now he’d understand what good loving was all about.

  * * * *

  “I need to go home.” Ariela made the announcement sometime after the sun went down. She was freshly showered, freshly fucked, and looked like a million bucks when she walked out of the bathroom. Leon and Sanchez were busy raiding the kitchen, and Jagger was thankful for time alone.

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p; “You are home, Ariela.”

  A look of deep seated sadness washed over her face. Instead of refuting what he’d said, she said, “I don’t know why I bothered showering and dressing. By the time I shift and run back through the desert, I’ll be all hot and sweaty again.”

  “Keep looking at me like that and you’ll be hot and sweaty before you make it out of here.”

  “You’re insatiable.”

  “It’s been a while,” he reminded her.

  An uncomfortable silence fell over them then. Finally, Jagger pulled her to the bed and held her against his chest, afraid to let her go, fearful if he let her go she wouldn’t return again. “I still love you. I still want you. Oh, Ariela, I still desperately need you.”

  Ariela gradually slipped away from the bed and went to the window. In a distant voice, she said, “He was here, you know.”

  “I saw him.”

  She palmed her damp cheeks and rubbed her hands on her jeans. “I should be ashamed of myself.”

  “Why? Because you came home to the mates who adore you, to the men who are still under the impression you are devoted to them?”

  She faced him then. Her look of surprise warmed his heart, but at the same time, her expression drove him to ask the question, “Are you still ours, Ariela? Do you want to let us go?”

  “We both know I can’t let you go.”

  “This has nothing to do with the damned circle of commitment. This has to do with what you want, what you need. Do you still love me? Do you still love Leon and Sanchez?”

  “You know I do!” Her voice resonated in his ears.

  As if she’d called for them by name, Leon and Sanchez returned. “What’s going on here?” Leon asked.

  “We’re just having a little discussion.”

  “Care to let us in on it?” Leon asked.

  “Lane must’ve shifted because his SUV is in the driveway. Keys are in it,” Sanchez announced abruptly.

  “Thanks.” She looked around the room as if she were searching for anything she might need. Then, she paced like a discontented lioness.