Something grabbed her by the scruff of her neck.
Panic shot over her again, and Miko writhed, feeling the bite of hot jaws over the back of her neck. A predator had her! She squirmed, paws flailing, as she was lifted off the ground.
But then a moment later, she was overwhelmed with the scent of Jeremiah and cougar, and she realized that the jaws on her throat were merely carrying her, like a kitten, and she relaxed slightly, though her instincts would not allow her to completely relax with his mouth around her vulnerable throat.
The lynx stepped in place next to them, and then shot ahead slightly, taking the path that Miko normally did, back to her house.
She was sure they were furious at her, but she didn’t care. Happiness shot through her body, deflecting away all anger. The hunters would be taken care of, and she and her fox cousins would be safe. She’d done it. She’d taken care of the problem.
Maybe there was something to this fox-thing after all.
Several minutes later, they arrived back to her porch, and Jeremiah’s lanky cat form slunk up the steps, then deposited Miko on her discarded clothing like he would a delicate cub. The fur on the back of her neck was damp from his mouth, and her tail stung from where the hound had bitten the fur off. Her natural instinct was to stay in animal form until the stinging went away – it wouldn’t take long and she healed much faster in fox-form, but her adrenaline was still pumping after the rush through the woods and the success of her plan.
So she crouched low on the porch and began to change back to human form.
Miko was the first one to fully retain her form, and when she did, a patch of skin on her buttock throbbed, the skin raw. She put a hand to it, wincing. Perhaps she should have stayed in fox form after all.
A quick glance over showed that the two men were finished transforming, tanned skin rippling. Sam got up from a crouch, rising to his full height next to her and she got her first look at his fully naked body.
He was beautiful. His flesh was sleek and toned, not a spare muscle or hint of fat anywhere on his body. A swimmer’s body, an athlete’s body, with a hard chest and corded shoulders. His cock, she was happy to see, was long and beautiful – everything she’d wanted it to be.
Behind him, Jeremiah stood slowly, his naked body was a thing of beauty as well. He wore a dark frown on his face, though, and strode forward, checking her over to ensure for himself that she was healed. His hands ran over her body with worry.
“You risked your neck,” Sam said in a low voice, striding toward her. “Of all the stupid, crazy things to do–”
“I knew what I was doing,” Miko protested, but her words died as Sam stepped behind her and knelt, examining her wound.
“It was still incredibly foolish,” Jeremiah said, sliding his hands over her arms, checking for wounds.
It was an incredible turn-on. Both men had their hands on her, bare flesh touching her own. Desire flooded through her, and a small sigh of pleasure escaped her throat. She wanted both of them. Together. Forgetting all about the rawness on her buttock or the fact that both men were currently pissed at her, she reached for Jeremiah with one hand, and Sam with the other.
“Miko,” Jeremiah breathed, gazing into her eyes. “What are you trying to tell us? What do you want from us?”
Sam said nothing, but she felt his hands circle her thigh, felt the gentle press of his mouth against her buttock, nipping at the place where her skin had been abraded.
Miko shook her head. “I…I can’t choose between the two of you. And I don’t want to.”
She trailed her hand across Jeremiah’s jaw, then down to his naked chest, splaying her fingers across it. She could feel his heart beating rapidly underneath her palm, felt the warmth of his skin. Her other hand – the hand on Sam’s shoulder where he crouched behind her – lifted, and she felt Sam kiss the palm. Flutters of heat moved through her.
“You want to do this?” Jeremiah whispered, then leaned in and cupped her face in his hands.
“Don’t you? Both of you?” she asked, then leaned over and bit at his thumb gently.
Sam’s fingers brushed down her thighs. “Then I suggest we go inside,” he said in a low, husky voice. “Much as I admire your porch, I don’t know if the neighbors will approve of you keeping house with two guys.”
A laugh bubbled out of her throat and she wrapped her arms around Jeremiah’s neck. “I don’t have any neighbors.”
He lifted her into the air, pulling her body close to his. She felt as light as a feather in his arms. Jeremiah was so strong, so built. She glanced backward to see if Sam was still with them, needing him there too. He had retrieved her clothing from the porch and locked the door behind them, then bounded up the stairs after Miko and Jeremiah.
Jere hesitated a moment, clearly torn between moving to the guest room or invading Miko’s bedroom.
For some reason, that touched her. Even though they were going to take the next move, he didn’t want to push her. She liked that about him – about both of them. So she leaned in and bit at Jeremiah’s shoulder gently. “My room has the biggest bed.”
“Your room it is,” Sam agreed behind them, and she felt his hand run down her back in a light caress.
Jere swung the door open and the three of them entered her bedroom. Her room was an absolute mess – the only part of the house where the men had studiously avoided going, so it wasn’t neat and tidy like the rest of the farmhouse. And she didn’t care, either. With a fluid motion, Jere tossed her down on the big king-sized bed and she stared up, waiting.
Her gaze slid over to the nearby dresser, next to the window. Her mother’s little bonsai tree sat there, no worse for the wear considering she’d tossed it out. Oddly enough, she was glad to see it. “Did one of you—”
“It looked like it needed a home,” Sam said, then his hot naked body slid onto the bed next to her and she forgot all about bonsai trees.
His mouth landed on hers in a hungry kiss. His lips were on hers, coaxing and teasing with soft tugs, his tongue sliding into her mouth to suggest further delights. Slowly, he stroked at her tongue with his, tasting her. Then again, in a more rapid motion, giving her an entirely different suggestion.
Miko kissed him back, biting at his tongue with little nips when he tried to stroke into her mouth again. Warm, large hands began to caress her body, and she realized that while Sam was coaxing her mouth with his own, Jeremiah was stroking her skin with his hands. She could feel his knuckles sliding over her side, grazing the edge of a breast and trailing down to her hip, over and over again as Sam’s mouth possessed her own. It was a thrilling dichotomy – stroking hands and thrusting kisses.
One large hand slid further down on her thigh, making her raise her hips in anticipation. So far, Jere’s caresses had been light and undemanding. Which was lovely, but she was getting anxious for more. Her hand reached for his hair, finding his close buzz and rubbing along his scalp, enjoying the textural difference between that and Sam’s soft curls.
Sam bit lightly at her lip, distracting her. A small noise of pleasure escaped her throat and she tangled her free hand in his hair, as well. So intent on the driving focus of Sam’s possessive mouth, she almost missed it when Jeremiah’s hand slid down the length of her thigh and stroked her sex.
The small pleasure-noises she’d been making turned into a full-throated moan.
“You are so beautiful,” Jeremiah whispered against her hair, his large fingers sliding down the seam of her sex, then resting on her thigh, pushing her legs open. She gladly obeyed, arching slightly on the bed to let him know that she enjoyed his touch.