Her Two Lovers

“Geez. You guys aren’t—”

“No,” Landon said. “We’re both only concerned with your sexual pleasure.”

He’d read her mind again. What was going on here? “Okay. Can’t you do your workout during the day?”

“Workout?” Landon’s brows furrowed.

“Yeah, your running.”

“We don’t run for exercise,” Nick said. “We run because we have to.”

Erin let out a harsh sigh. Maybe it would be easier to just have hot monkey sex again. Who needed answers?

“She needs to know,” Nick said to Landon.

“Later, Nick. I want to fuck her again.”

Fucking? Sounded good to Erin. She inhaled their earthy masculine scent. It was more potent than before. More…robust. It tickled her nostrils, her senses, consumed her, streamed through her veins like hot lava. Her skin was suddenly warm, her pussy hot. Tiny spasms rocked through her clit. She wanted to fuck. Wanted to come. Now.

“No.” Nick placed his palm on Landon’s shoulder. “She needs to know. Can’t you see? Look at her. Her skin is pink.” He inhaled. “Her pussy’s wet. Damn, she smells good.” He inhaled a

gain, eyes closed, and then opened them abruptly. “She’s under the influence of our pheromones.”

Under the influence? What the hell?

“She won’t be sleeping with us of her own free will at this point. We need to tell her. Make her understand. Then when she comes to us, she’ll know the truth.”

Landon sighed. “Shit. You’re right.” He plunked down on the bed. “Baby, we need to talk.”

Talk? Talking meant no fucking. Fucking was much better. Erin reached for Landon’s erection.

He brushed her hand away. “Sorry, baby. Trust me, it’s not that I don’t want to.”

Nick pulled a chair from the kitchen table and set it about two feet from the bed. “Sit down, love.”

Erin complied as Nick sat on the bed next to Landon. Their two cocks stood at attention. Her mind was a white haze. What was all this talking nonsense? She wanted cocks. In her hand, her mouth, her pussy, her ass. She trembled, burning for pleasure and release.

“You aren’t crazy, Erin,” Nick said. “You did see lions.”

Lions?

Oh. She took a deep breath, willed her body to cool. Lions. Right. She had seen lions outside. She widened her eyes. “I knew it! Are they yours? Or do they belong to the owner of this place?”

“Well, yes and no. Lan and I own this place.”

“Oh?”

Nick let out a harsh sigh. “Yeah, and the lions, well, they don’t belong to us exactly…”

“They are us,” Landon said.

Erin’s jaw dropped open. “Huh?” How terribly, terribly sad. Her two lovers were completely insane. Time to escape…

“I want you to listen,” Nick said. “Just listen, okay? Listen to what we need to say to you, and then we’ll answer all your questions.”

She nodded numbly. Fine, she’d listen. She couldn’t speak right now if she’d had a gun pointed to her head. And they wouldn’t harm her. Somehow she knew.

“We’ve been best friends all our lives. We belong to a pride of lion shifters,” Nick said. “Our clan lives here in the Rockies. Landon and I grew up together. I was an orphan from another pride, and Landon’s mother and father adopted me. Landon’s father was our dominant male, but he passed on recently.”