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  Twirling her nipple, she summoned them with her free hand, crooking her index finger back and forth.

  “Vixen,” Leon crooned with noted affection in his voice.

  “Come fuck me,” she whispered, biting back the play in her voice. She didn’t want to play. She wanted a thrashing fuck. She needed to feel both mates stroking inside her, throwing the weight of their cocks deep inside her pussy as her body not only welcomed them but housed them, held them dear and kept them safe.

  She laughed aloud then and Jagger shot her a wicked smile. “You thinking dirty thoughts, kitten?”

  “Of course,” she replied, biting down on her finger and preparing for the first penetration.

  Leon and Jagger aimed, but didn’t fire. They each ran their cockheads down her folds and toyed with her until she wasn’t just begging for a fuck. She groveled and then threatened each of them with their very lives!

  * * * *

  When Jagger had first spotted Leon at their property, he’d known they’d be like this. Leon had always been such a sexual creature, and his lists of conquests went far beyond territories he’d claimed for other prides. His encounters with the opposite sex included scores of beautiful women. Scores more would’ve loved to have had him sharpen his claws across their feminine backs, but for some reason he was destined for Ariela.

  Jagger held fast to the bedpost. Leon grabbed hold of Jagger’s shoulder. They lowered their bodies together and stroked her pussy, dragging their lengths through her intimate lips, one at a time.

  Ariela looked at Jagger as if she’d never loved him quite as much as she did in that very moment. Her lips parted, ever so slightly, and she released a soft whimper.

  Leon nodded and they entered her together with one fluid motion, thrusting inside her with multiple strokes, short-thrusting her in unison. At this pace, Jagger knew, he wouldn’t last long.

  Ariela cried out with their first penetration and both men stilled. “Don’t stop! I’m fine. Really.” Tears slipped from her eyes but a beautiful smile marked her pleasure.

  “It’s a good thing, because I have no intentions of slowing down or stopping.” Leon held fast to Jagger and screwed his cock inside her then, taking up so much room Jagger swore under his breath, certain his old friend meant to give him that proverbial shoulder and shrug him out of the way.

  Jagger bit back a sharp gasp as Leon’s cock rubbed against his own. The friction between their shafts was an intimate caress that only intensified as they stroked Ariela’s cunt together.

  Jagger’s mouth watered as he watched her pussy lips flare around their cockheads. They pulled out and pierced her pretty pussy again, entering her at the same time, every time.

  Leon grunted and threw his weight forward, bit her nipple and reared back on his knees once more.

  Jagger growled. “Do that again without warning, and I swear, I’ll root you out of this bed before you have a chance to kiss her goodbye.”

  Leon laughed and rammed forward again. This time Jagger moved out of his way, allowing Leon to take the lead.

  He tried to keep one factor in mind as they fucked their mate together for the very first time. Jagger had spent a lifetime loving Ariela. Leon had likely spent his days imagining what it would be like to love her.

  Now they could share in that love, and with every single pounding stroke, Jagger found new acceptance. Perhaps it was the way Ariela responded to them both, or maybe it was the electrifying sensations rushing through his cock as he hammered inside her.

  Whatever drove him, Jagger was certain he’d never loved this way before, but he would certainly love this way again. And by the look on the faces there, the fucking would occur often regardless of the damn mating season.

  Beads of sweat formed over his brow as Ariela licked her finger and toyed with her clit. The engorged bud swelled under her touch and Jagger’s cock stretched forward. He pounded inside her pulsing pussy, watching as she fingered the tight bud.

  Leon’s ragged breaths filled the room and he cursed under his breath. He released Jagger’s arm and grabbed Ariela’s hand. They laced their fingers together and Ariela stared at their connection, eying their entwined fingers as if they represented their new joining, the growing intimacy shared between them.

  Leon and Jagger continued stroking her together. They rammed inside her with a well orchestrated yet unspoken rhythm. Right when Jagger thought he could last and last, Ariela’s chest rose and fell, those luscious mounds only tempting him further.

  “Come, vixen,” Leon whispered, pulling out and forcing Jagger to do the same. Then he nudged Jagger. “You too, handsome.”

  “You’ll pay for that one,” Jagger grumbled.

  Leon and Ariela laughed and Jagger joined them. Seconds later, the laughter turned into grunts, moans, and the fierce sounds of incredible mind-blowing sex, the kind of sex that demanded an encore.

  Chapter Eight

  The next morning, Jagger sat at his desk questioning how he found the strength, let alone the will, to leave another man in bed with his mate. He wondered then how he could work at the casino day in and day out, and manage to meet the demands of the corporate world, while his mate frolicked around at home with another shifter, her other mate.

  He’d been in meetings for the better part of the early morning, and somehow focused on the expansion plans for Pride’s Las Vegas Casino. But his heart wasn’t in the business. His heart was still back in the desert with Ariela, even though he could guess what had likely transpired several times since his departure.

  His mate had an insatiable appetite, and Leon would do whatever it took to please her. He’d fulfill his duty and his requirements, and the damn shifter would enjoy every last stroke.

  Smiling to himself, Jagger powered up his laptop and waited. With a full afternoon ahead, he couldn’t let his jealousy get the best of him—but he could impose here or there, schedule permitting.

  While waiting for a connection, he sent Ariela a text: Turn on your laptop and place it by the bed. If he couldn’t be there physically, he’d join them via the internet.

  The hourglass on the computer indicated a live connection, and a few minutes later Ariela and Leon appeared on the screen.

  “Hey, kitten,” Jagger said, noticing the way Leon rested a possessive arm around her waist.

  “Hi baby,” she crooned, freshly fucked.

  He knew by the sound of her voice. Her needs had been recently met. Her body had been sated, well satisfied.

  “How’s the day job, Jagger?”Leon teased, caressing Ariela’s behind.

  “Lucky for me, I have you in my corner now.”

  “Problems?” Ariela asked, sitting up in bed and showing off those flushed puckered nipples.

  His cock stretched forward in his slacks, and he rubbed his palm across his throbbing erection. “Nothing I can’t handle. The expansion plans are underway. Before you know it, we’ll have the greatest show on earth right here at Pride’s.”

  “The greatest show on earth is right here at the CEO’s residence,” Leon said, stretching out between Ariela’s splayed legs.

  Jagger grunted then, but he watched all the same as Leon pushed Ariela’s legs apart and speared her pussy with his tongue, thrusting in and out of her cunt until her hand fell atop his head and her hips rolled forward. She pummeled him with her pussy, grinding against Leon’s mouth.

  She pushed down on Leon’s shoulders, guiding him the way she wanted him. Her eyelids grew heavy and her breasts bounced with the jolting movements she and Leon created together.

  In the background, a loud ding resounded and Melinda’s voice filled the office intercom. “You’re needed on the floor, Jagger. We have a card counter, and he refuses to leave the table.”

  “Be right there,” Jagger said, quickly disconnecting the intrusive call before Melinda overheard an earful.

  “Shit,” Jagger grumbled, narrowing his gaze on the activity unfolding before him. “Damn it.
I’ll be right back.”

  “I’ll be right here,” Leon said, nuzzling Ariela’s pussy and dragging his fingers through her folds.

  Jagger started to slam the laptop closed, but opted to leave the connection live so he could rejoin them as soon as possible. Walking to the door, he was aware of the sounds of pleasure at his back. His mate’s passion-filled cries resounded as he left his office and closed the door behind him.

  Seconds later, he boarded the elevator with Melinda. She glanced at him but didn’t say anything. Pride’s Casino didn’t take card-counting lightly. Ever since the MIT brats wrote a few books and cashed in on a movie deal, the casinos had been hit with the wannabes and the real deals, the guys who could count their way right onto Millionaire Row.

  When the elevator stopped on the first floor, Jagger and Melinda exited the elevator. “He’s in the high limits area.”

  “How many do we have?”

  “No teams. Just him,” Melinda said, tilting her head at a youthful looking fellow wearing a black jacket.

  “Why didn’t security handle him?”

  She paled. “Go have a look for yourself.”

  Jagger rounded the table and immediately noticed the stacks of purple chips in front of their player. “I’ll take it from here, Barbara.” Jagger tapped the blackjack dealer on the shoulder and she stepped aside.

  “I’m sorry, Jagger.”

  “Don’t worry about it,” he mumbled, pulling several cards from the shoe.

  “How ya doin’ man?” the player asked. “You been working all mornin’, or just now takin’ your shift?”

  “Are you from the South?” Jagger asked, noting the accent.

  “Knoxville, Tennessee, home of the—”

  “UT Vols?”

  “No, man—I mean, yeah. The Vols are there, but I was gonna tell ya about the poker pro from my neck of the woods. He won a World Series of Poker out here way back in –”

  “Did he teach you how to play blackjack?” Jagger asked, pissed off for two reasons. One, he was dealing with a counter and he didn’t like card-counters. Two, he was being detained by a gambler beating his house—not just the casino but his fucking casino—while his wife, his beautiful mate, was playing house and getting pounded by another man.

  If he had been in a better mood he might have chuckled at the irony, but at the moment—given the stack of chips in front of this kid—he wasn’t in the best of humor.

  “No, man. Pay attention. I was telling you a story about a poker player I know.”

  “Does he play poker like you play blackjack?”

  The guy hadn’t taken the time to look at his cards, but it didn’t really matter. Jagger flipped over a blackjack and raked in the player’s five-hundred dollar bet.

  “Ever heard of the Martingale Strategy?” Jagger asked.

  “Yeah, man, that’s how I roll.” The player didn’t seem to notice that he’d just lost.

  “Good,” Jagger said, realizing the man was drunk. “Just so you understand the advantages, players using the Martingale Strategy double up their losing bets. You had five hundred on the table last, so your current bet should be a thousand.”

  The player shook an unsteady finger at the small gold sign on the table. “Says right there the table limits max at a thousand.”

  Jagger took a deep breath and leaned forward. In a conspiratorial tone he said, “What do you say we do away with these limits?”

  Melinda turned her back to the player and eyed Jagger. “He’s up a hundred grand, Jagger. If you ask me, those limits could protect us right now.”

  Jagger ignored her. “Where’d you buy in today, Sir?”

  “Two hundred big ones,” the guy stated proudly. “I ain’t talking two g’s for the record.”

  Jagger pasted on a tight grin. “I gathered as much.”

  “He’s on a run, Jagger,” Melinda warned him.

  “I can tell,” Jagger fired back, dealing the cards once more, and not at all surprised when the fellow—a true gambler, but not a skilled player—split twos against a face card.

  The player busted the first hand and then stood on sixteen for the second. Jagger pulled two queens for a twenty.

  The fellow grinned. “You win some and lose some.”

  “Tell me about it,” Jagger said, thinking of the time lost with his beautiful Ariela.

  “So if I play this Martingale game, I need to double up that last loss?”

  “That’s right,” Jagger said, feeling confident he’d win back the casino’s money by coaching this fellow through each and every hand.

  As luck would have it, and luck was always on Jagger’s side when he was playing with the house’s money, he broke the player in about an hour and a half. He earned back the house’s money and took every last dime of the guy’s original two hundred dollar buy in. Before the player left the table, Jagger pulled out a business card and handed it to him. “If you’d like something to eat, give Stan a call. His number is listed there on the right and he’ll take care of you.”

  “Free food?”

  “You know it. You had a good time, right?” Jagger asked, slapping him on the back and escorting him to the door.

  “Yeah, man,” the guy said in a drunken slur. “Of course. That money wasn’t mine anyway. It was the casino’s bread.”

  Jagger smiled as the man walked away, noting he even kept a spring in his step. Melinda walked up then, and Jagger could feel her gaze-groping him.

  Without looking at her, he said, “And that, Melinda, is a prime example of why casinos are built on losers. They never look at the money on the table as hard-earned cash. They never view their winnings as their money. It’s the casino’s dough.” He turned then. “And that’s why we keep getting richer, and idiots like that end up in the poorhouse. I’d feel sorry for him if he didn’t seem so damn happy.”

  “He wasn’t happy, Jagger. He was just playing the game.”

  “Well, he lost. For his sake, I hope he doesn’t remember how much when he sobers up tomorrow.”

  Chapter Nine

  Ariela felt as if she were living a dream. Kneeling on all fours in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirrors, she admired the man behind her. He flexed his muscles as he fucked her, gripping her torso as he pumped his cock inside her pussy, shoving her forward and yanking her back.

  He maneuvered her body for his pleasure, and made no excuses for the rough way in which he handled her, the manner in which he fucked her.

  Watching Leon savagely take her there in front of that mirror was akin to taking center stage for an appreciative audience, and she was most appreciative. As her breeding season heightened, she needed sex every few minutes, and Leon seemed up for the task.

  Each time he took her body he seemed more in tune with her than he had in the hours past. She couldn’t imagine anything else so arousing—except maybe fucking him in front of a live crowd at the casino, a thought that had crossed her mind several times since the moment they’d first met.

  Now, she understood why her fantasies held so much appeal. Leon wasn’t just a male form with perfect abs and muscular arms and legs. He was a handsome devil with a perfect package that he certainly knew how to use. He was a fucking machine, literally and figuratively.

  “What are you thinking, beautiful?” He pulled out, leaned over her back and breathed in her ear. “Hmm, baby?”

  “How much you turn me on,” she admitted, glancing at the laptop on the nearby coffee table. “How much I like fucking you.”

  “The feeling is mutual,” he whispered, leaning closer. Reaching around her torso, he tweaked her nipple, pulling hard at the pebbled gem. “Why don’t you tell me what else you like, Ariela?”

  “Just keeping fucking me,” she whispered, feeling the void when he’d pulled out. She ducked her head and looked down at his hand, watching as his strong fingers toyed with her nipple.

  Her buttocks clenched as he bumped against her. She was dyin
g to feel him hammering inside her once more, ripping through her channel with hard-pounding speed, the way he’d thrust repetitively inside her right before he dumped his seed deep inside her pussy.

  “Wait here.” He eased away from her altogether and went to the bathroom to clean up. When he returned, he walked to the wall of mirrors and sat down with his back to the glass.

  He motioned for her. The tip of his tongue rested in the corner of his mouth, and he studied her as if he couldn’t get enough of her—as if viewing her was his latest hobby, one he wouldn’t give up for love nor money—not that love was the question, since he already watched her like a man in love, a shifter totally devoted to his mate.

  Ariela took her time going to him, but once she reached him she crawled up his body one agonizing inch at a time. She forced herself to keep her composure, but it wasn’t easy when her pussy was on fire. Her cunt was an inferno, and she knew of only one way to ease the burn.

  At the moment, she was hell-bent on fanning the flames.

  Leon laced her fingers with his and their clasped hands rested on his thigh. He eyed his cock, then her lips, acting as if he had given her enough food for thought.

  “Do you want me to give you head?”

  “I damn sure don’t want you to sit there and torture yourself by pretending you’re not aroused as all hell.”

  “You’re a cocky somebody, aren’t you?”

  “And you love it.”

  “I haven’t decided.”

  He laughed. “Well, let me help you reach a decision.”

  Before she could find her own position, he dragged her body flush against his. Then, in one fluid motion, he grabbed her hips and turned her sideways. Her head was in his lap and her body was out to the side, parallel with the mirror.

  She traced his balls with her fingers, rubbing his scrotum up and down. Kisses here and there led her down his shaft and she trailed them along his length, pampering him as she teased.