Page 69 of Finding Her Panthers

My sweaty back meets the cold tile, my chest rising and falling rapidly. Jax grins at me, still inside of me.

“Are you ready for another round?” he asks me before looking over at James.

I turn my head, noticing the counter is at just the right height to have a view of James’ cock, straining in his jeans.

“That was amazing enough to watch and taste your beautiful breasts.” He leans down to kiss each of them softly. “I can wait.”

I don’t want to wait. Jax somehow sees my decision and gently pulls out and cleans us both off.

“What do you say, baby girl?” Jax steps to the side.

“James? Will you please fuck me?” I ask him sweetly. See, I have manners.

James looks at me, running his eyes down my chest, stomach, hips with visible handprints, to my splayed legs. He steps between them, looking at my pussy.

“Look how swollen and wet you are. Are you ready? You have me so worked up just seeing you. It’s going to be hard and fast,” he warns.

“Yes, James.” I spread my legs even more, inviting him to take me.

He rips his shirt off and quickly unbuttons his pants, palming his cock. It’s such a confidence boost, seeing their desire for me, feeling it in their emotions. I don’t have to guess what they are feeling. I see it in every way.

I reach for anything to hold onto when he thrusts deep and hard. My hand finds Jax beside me, circling his arm.

“Does he feel good, baby girl?” his voice husky.

“Yes.” My nails dig into his skin.

“Offer me your tits,” he demands.

My heavy eyes look from James back to Jax and use my free hand to hold my breast to his mouth. I was welcoming his hot mouth to feast. I gasp when he sucks hard.

James growls, showing me the animal inside as his teeth sharpen, the gold in his eyes taking over his whole eye. His hands shake, trying to control his claws digging into my soft skin. My stomach quivers from the pressure, welcoming the pleasure and the pain as they break the skin.

We, at our core, are animals. We ache for the animalistic wildness in us all to be set free. To revel in it.

My panther is so close to the surface, and she wants to claim her mates again and again. I hear her call and lose some of that control. I have had to have a tight rein my whole life. I strike, bringing Jax’s arm, up to my mouth and bite, sinking my teeth deep, marking, drinking, taking more into me, covering my soul with his essence.

He lets me take what I want.

I lick the bite clean.

Jax steps back, giving me a soft look.

My attention falls entirely on James. I sit up quickly, still connected to him, still taking all he gives me, but I need more. I need to taste him again.

He groans when I find the perfect spot on his neck to leave another mark.

My body is overloaded with so many simulations at once. The ball of fire in my stomach combusts in euphoria. I contract almost painfully on James, covering him with my passion and bringing him with me.

We cling to each other in the aftermath. We are waiting for our hearts to go back to normal. Or animals to retreat, happy with the way they forced us to lose control.

“That was ridiculous,” I sigh, unhappy that James has to pull out of me.

“That was fucking amazing.” James smiles, cleaning himself off and getting dressed.

“Here, Harm.” Jax held up Blue’s shirt that I was wearing. “That was perfect.” Jax pulls it over my head, covering me.

“Where is Blue?” I ask. Jax helps off the counter, smoothing the shirt over my ass.

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