Jaguars' Reward [Impulse 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Zara Chase Page A

flexed against the fingers inside her. Hell, now his other hand was touching her vulva and perineum.
    “You’re damned good at this,” she said on a fractured moan.
    “Baby, I’ve waited a long time to do this to you.”
    “But we only just met.”
    He smiled, like he knew something she didn’t. Then, without warning he pressed his tongue against her clit and held it there whilst the fingers inside her pressed against her vagina’s ceiling, feeling for her clitoral cluster.
    “You ready to come, darlin’?”
    She groaned. “More than ready.”
    Vadim chuckled. “Just checking.”
    He reached behind her and switched the anus pump to a low setting of vibration. Then all four fingers disappeared inside her cunt while his tongue worked her clit. Zayd’s hand lightly spanked her butt as he feasted on her tits. These guys were sex on legs. All solid muscle and lithe coordination put together with a not entirely civilized male aura that made her wish that time could stand still and she could stay here with them forever. Her memory banks might be empty, but there was nothing wrong with her sensory reception. Whatever they were doing to her, it felt like heaven.
    The thought had barely crossed her mind when Vadim sucked a mind-blowing orgasm out of her. The rush that had rumbled below the surface ever since the guys had started working on her now ripped through her body like a thunderhead. Her body jolted as it hit her from all sides at once, stealing her breath away as the mayhem swept her to a place she was absolutely certain she’d never visited before. She closed her eyes and allowed the sensation to consume her. Crying out, she bucked against Vadim’s hand, then the balloon, milking both until the thrilling ride subsided and finally came to an end.
    When she came back down to earth, two handsome faces were smiling down at her.
    “Better?” Zayd asked.
    “Thanks. I guess I needed that.”
    “I guess you did, too.” Vadim stood up, stepped out of his harness, and disappeared into the bathroom. He came back with a washcloth, removed the balloon, and cleaned Talia up. “Come on now, honey, get into bed between us two. You won’t have any bad dreams that way.”
    He was right. Talia’s head had hardly hit the pillow when, comforted by the feel of two solid bodies protecting her, she fell into a dreamless sleep.

Chapter Six
     
    Talia was still sleeping when Vadim and Zayd woke early the following morning. Vadim glanced at her, overwhelmed by her beauty. The strength of the connection he felt toward her intensified and he died a little inside. Waking up with her between them felt so right. Whoever had sent her had done their research well. It was their enemies’ latest stab at tempting Vadim and Zayd off the rigid path they’d walked for so many years, of course. Their responsibilities for the protection of Impulse had always been their raison d’être — absolutely nothing had come between them and that—until now.
    Their enemies enjoyed their little joke, but Vadim wasn’t laughing. Instead he felt like hitting something, or someone—anything to rid himself of the gut-wrenching frustration that ate away at him like a cancer. Talia was perfection—everything he and Zayd most desired in a mate. But she was part goddamned shifter, and therefore off limits.
    Life could be total shit sometimes.
    Sighing, he slipped out of bed before he could give way to temptation and fuck her senseless, the hell with the consequences. Zayd rolled his eyes and threw the covers aside, too. They hit the shower together, turned it to frigid, and endured the freezing jets until their mutual arousal diminished. It was the first morning Vadim could remember when the two of them hadn’t screwed one another awake. He figured they must both be beyond preoccupied, anxious about what revelations might come to light when—if—they managed to unblock Talia’s memory.
    Once he made it to the sitting room Vadim felt slightly more in