Kougar, Savanna - Kandy Apple and Her Hellhounds (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read online

  “Playhounds of the western world?”

  “You said it.”

  “I did.” His words poured inside her ear like velvet lava.

  Unable to resist, not wanting to resist, Kandace slipped her arms around his neck. Her handsome hellhound caressed down her back, stroking the small of her back. Long moments later, he splayed his hands on her hips, his body romancing hers.

  “That old black magic has me in its spell.” Behind her, Zol’s deep timbre sang the lyrics.

  Kandace sizzled. Damn, if he wasn’t the perfect love spell, also. Matching the sway of her body, Zol embraced her from behind.

  “Sandwich time,” she breathy whispered.

  “That old black magic that you weave so well.” Zol’s palms stroked her belly, a beautiful seduction.

  Feeling as if she danced on a cloud, Kandace peeked down at her feet to see if she’d created a cloud. No, it was simply how Zin and Zol made her feel.

  Good Goddess, what woman wouldn’t be floating on a cloud of euphoric passion?

  “Those icy fingers, up and down my spine,” Zin sang. “The same old witchcraft, when your eyes meet mine.”

  Their gazes melded, and his leashed hunger leapt inside her.

  Zol brought them to a standstill, pressing closer. His breath fanned the nape of her neck, delicious eroticism to Kandace.

  “The same old tingle that I feel inside,” Zol rasped in a croon. “And then that elevator, starts its ride.” He nuzzled past her hair, his lips and nose brushing her sensitive skin.

  “Oh, Goddess.” Her eyelids slipped shut and Kandace surrendered to the storm of sensations, a prelude, she knew, to her sexual surrender.

  “And, darling, down and down I go.” Zin moved even closer, his impossibly-sized cock burning like a torch through her dress.

  “Round and round I go,” Zol rasped, his lips grazing her ear. “Like a leaf that's caught in a tide.”

  Her knees buckled unexpectedly. Kandace collapsed against Zol. “Oh, take me, lick me.” The plea spilled from her lips, unbidden. Yet, it was exactly what she wanted. “Make it like fireworks…you know that Cary Grant movie.”

  “To Catch a Thief.” Zol wrapped her with both arms, capturing her against him.

  “You’ve caught our thief,” Zin quipped, his tone like dark rising smoke.

  If she hadn’t been seduced to near panting incoherence, Kandace would have burst out laughing at the betrayal of her own subconscious.

  “Kandy Apple.” Zol swept her into his arms.

  Chapter Fifteen:

  Red as Sin and Cherries

  Lost to the indescribable pleasure of Zol carrying her, Kandace couldn’t open her eyes. This is really happening, she told herself.

  Yet the fantasy remained easier to handle emotionally for her. So, she escaped.

  “Kandace, darling.” Zin’s tone ravished her and sought to soothe her.

  Several moments later, Zol halted. Still, he kept her embraced and the heady fragrances of jasmine, patchouli, and rose swirled around her. Lightheaded with anticipation and with apprehension, Kandace simply clung.

  Her eyes still refused to open. She had no clue why, except being held in his arms felt better than she could ever have imagined.

  “Open your eyes, Kandace.”

  Zol’s tender command caused her to obey.

  “Hellhound red.” The words spilled out in a whisper.

  Dimly lit, the interior of the enormous room was rinsed by a flame-red luminosity. Awestruck, Kandace stared at the sumptuously appointed bedroom, one that could have belonged to a forties Hollywood star.

  “What do you think, darling?” Zin took hold of her hand, enfolding it within his.

  “Exquisite. Though, I can’t see everything in this…” She hadn’t finished when the room glistened, illumined by a white amber-hued light. “Wow. Double wow. You two know the meaning of très élégante chic.”

  Overwhelmed, Kandace trembled.

  “We need to warm our Kandy Apple.” Dark with the promise of extreme passion, Zol’s voice certainly quaked her insides.

  Zin brushed a kiss on the top of her hand, then let go, and Zol strode toward the bed with her. Certainly huge enough to accommodate them all, the dazzling white satin spread made her feel like a glamor queen.

  Zol seated her on the edge, and before she knew it, her playhounds knelt, one on each side of her. Kandace gazed from one to the other as a strange effervescence fizzed her blood.

  Together, they lifted one of her hands in that suave way that tripped her heart. Midnight-hot, their ravenous gazes fastened on her face.

  “You two have stolen my pulse. Now, where did you put it?”

  They cocked their heads in exactly the same manner, obviously not understanding what she meant.

  “Not my actual pulse—I feel airy, bubbly.”

  “Kandace.” Zin lifted her hand to his lips and sensually pressed a kiss.

  Zol followed. Her breath knifed inward at the subtle erotic sensation.

  “Oh,” she moaned.

  An instant later, they both kissed the same spot near her wrist.

  “Oh, yes.” Her head tipped back from the sheer pleasure.

  Their lips claimed her inner wrists simultaneously and lingered. Kandace closed her eyes, weeping inside from the pleasurable sparks her flesh had become.

  They trailed to-die-for kisses up her forearm in perfect concert. “Oh,” she whimpered several times.

  Their lips feathered the fragile skin of her inner elbow. “Oh, please,” she begged. Both of their mouths settled in the crook of her elbow and they placed long perfect kisses.

  Kandace decided she was losing her mind, she felt so wildly sensual. Of course, what woman could withstand such deliberate and devoted attention?

  Gradually, Zin and Zol touched kisses up her arms. “Good, good, hellhounds,” she breathlessly praised.

  Passionately, they molded their mouths to the curve of her upper arms and shoulders. She panted faster. Her head spun deliciously as they pressed sumptuous kisses.

  Unable to endure any more, Kandace toppled backward. If the bodice of her dress had been tight before, now it cut into her highly aroused flesh. “Oh, I can’t breathe. It’s too tight.”

  “Hellhounds to the rescue,” Zol seductively growled.

  In seconds they flipped her on her belly with a savoir faire that had her sighing in bliss. One of them unzipped, doing it slowly so the sound turned her on. “Mmmm…Zol, Zin.”

  A low growl tingled her ear and one of them captured her arms stroking upwards. Trapping her hands, he pushed them into the thick satin. Lazily, he covered her bare back with kisses, singeing kisses that burned her on the inside, as if minuscule stars took over her flesh.

  Kandace thought she heard the slide of clothing, and decided the other twin disrobed. In a lovely delirium of passion, she didn’t move to find out for certain. Besides, Zol or Zin’s lips tempted the small of her back, placing a beautiful-feeling kiss.

  Kandace doubted any man had ever kissed her there. Certainly not like that. Not this feeling of I’m in sex paradise.

  Sensually, he nuzzled her skin. The prowess of his mouth teased her, then pleased her with more long kisses. In absolute ecstasy, Kandace went limp.

  She whimpered as his hands flowed down her arms. He palmed her hips beneath her skirt and his lips deserted her back. With clever fingers, he slowly eased her pantyhose downward and over her butt.

  “Yes, naked,” she murmured.

  “Not yet, darling Kandy.” His soft growl was a command.

  The waistband of her pantyhose captured her knees. Smoothly stroking, he roamed his hands up and down the entire length of her thighs.

  Goddess, they had the best, most sensually pleasurable hands in the universe. “What are you going to do to me, you bad hellhound?”

  “Enjoy the shape of your bare ass.”

  His lips grazed one of her butt cheeks and languidly nibbled. When his incredible kisses claimed t
he curves of her ass, Kandace moaned, “Oh, yes.”

  Seductively, he nuzzled beneath the fullest flesh of her butt, then nipped her with his lips, his passion obvious. His mouth moved higher, tantalizing her with more kisses.

  “I swear I’m a puddle of flame for you.” Kandace had never felt anything like this red-hot insanity of need. Her pussy begged to be noticed…it was so wet and wanton.

  Raising her ass high, he seized her legs above her knees, and her bouffant skirt brushed her back. Kandace grabbed white satin, attempting to fist the bedspread, but it was too slippery.

  A dark rumble of lust sounded close by. “Lick her. I want to watch our Kandy Apple blaze out of control.”

  “Oh…lick, yes,” she managed to say.

  Was there any breath left inside her body?

  “Red as sin and cherries, brother.”

  Kandace quivered inside. She felt her pussy folds swell in anticipation, an ultra sexy sensation. Unexpectedly, his tongue tip probed her slit. The gentle exploration sent a jolt of ecstasy through her mound.

  “More,” she whispered. “Please…”

  She hadn’t finished speaking when he licked the length of her sex seam. The smooth finesse of his tongue made Kandace keen a long whimper. Desperately, she hoped for more.

  Zin or Zol didn’t disappoint.

  He lapped her pussy slit in the same way, but with a steadiness that erotically pulsed her flesh. Her entire body melted, then pleasurably throbbed.

  Near the edge of an orgasm, she dipped her back, thrusting her pussy as close as possible. His tongue struck her clit, nearly undoing her.

  A fiery need enveloped her instead, and with each flick of his tongue, he stoked her higher. Suddenly igniting with rapture, Kandace screamed a moan.

  Ecstatic sweeps of pleasure owned her, and only his hold on her kept her from collapsing onto the bed.

  “Kandace.” His rasp moved through her body like liquid smoke.

  The moment her knees could support her, he slipped her pantyhose down her legs. As he tenderly smoothed them from her feet, sparkly tingles danced inside her.

  “My turn.”

  Somewhat coherent, Kandace asked what she wanted to know. “Which one?”

  “Zin,” he hoarsely growled close to her ear. He gripped both of her butt cheeks, rubbing caresses. “It’s Zin, my beautiful witch.”

  “Goddess, even your voice gives me a mini orgasm.”

  “May I say, Kandy Apple, the shape and softness of your derriere is an inspiration for my erectly standing manhood.”

  “Such a gentlemanly confession, hellhound.”

  Goddess, when had she ever known this dreamy sort of passion, especially with her ass stuck up in the air? As Zin stroked, she felt like she drowned in the dreaminess, yet somehow kept breathing. “What about your caninehood?”

  “Volcanically engorged as we speak.”

  “Mmmm…engorged. I think my womanhood is still engorged.”

  “Should I naughtily entice your engorgement?”

  “Oh, do…naughtily entice me.”

  His large thumbs slid over the inner flesh of her ass, halting near her juicy sex entrance. Tenderly prying her cheeks apart, he thrust his tongue just inside her pussy.

  “Zin.” Her breathy gasp of pleasure lasted longer than saying his name.

  The pointed tip of his tongue twirled strongly. Then he licked the inner rim of her passage. Basking in the sweet, wicked wildness, Kandace clenched her eyelids.

  “Oh, yes, yes, that feels so good.”

  Zin drilled his tongue inside her repeatedly, his tempo languid yet forceful. He made her crave his cock. Goddess save her, she wanted him lunging in and out of her for the longest time.

  Although, Kandace couldn’t quite believe he took her this way, given this was their first time together. Still, her body burned like a blissful furnace.

  She opened her core to him, whispering, “What you do to me.”

  Her orgasm began as a clench deep inside her passage, interrupted when Zin withdrew his plunging tongue. Kandace couldn’t voice the no screaming inside her.

  She panted like a wild thing. Sweltering and needy, she searched for a bit of relief by slipping her arms forward over the cool satin.

  “I want your breasts, Kandy Apple.”

  Zin’s roughened voice smoldered her, made her fiercer with need.

  He stroked beneath her bodice, covering her breasts. The possessive feel of his hands made the entire length of her clit twist, pain and pleasure. “Zin.”

  “What delicious apples you have, Kandace, especially the stems.”

  Inebriated by her blazing arousal, she mumbled, “You did that on purpose.”

  “All the better to passionately devour you, my darling.”

  His words moved through her, sexy and sinuous as a dragon. “Devour me with your fire, hellhound.”

  The restriction of being halfway dressed crazed Kandace suddenly, and she cried out, a strangled yell of frustration.

  “Naked.” She clawed at the bedspread.

  Chapter Sixteen:

  A Sextacular Hellbeast

  Zin cradled the small lush roundness of her breasts. The budding of her nipples against his palms seared through him as indescribable pleasure.

  Even though he and Zol disciplined themselves in the seamless integration of their human side and their hellbeast side, his Kandy Apple inflamed the beast. Inside, he ruthlessly growled to mount her, his control threatened.

  Already, the flesh of his cock reddened to a brutal shade, as did Zol’s, a demonstration of how savage they were for their witch.

  Their witch—the realization cut like Persephone’s ceremonial dagger.

  Our witch. Zol mind-spoke as he moved to turn down the satin spread.

  The longer they’d been in her company, the more both of them had known to their depths of their Hades-given souls, she belonged to them.

  Now, to convince her, their Enduoir witch, their Kandy Apple, she wanted only their licking, their impassioned loving.

  Zin breathed in the blood-throbbing scents behind her ear. “Yes, naked.”

  She panted, moving as sinuously as a Siren, yet far more beautiful to his eye. “Please.”

  Zin shuddered to his lava core with the thought of her utterly nude. He caressed downward, easing the bodice and skirt past her narrow waist, then over the delectable flare of her hips.

  Both he and Zol eagerly devoured her fair pearlescent skin with their gazes.

  “Yes, naked,” Zol echoed. The level of his need could have scorched the room, leaving little ash.

  Reveling in the sight of her delicate lissome beauty, they chorused, “Kandace.”

  Zin slipped the red dress from her legs, dropping it without taking his gaze off her. The feel of her sylph-lovely figure smoldered his loins brutally, and dripped his jutting cock.

  She shivered visibly. Zin bent to the small of her back and lapped the dainty spot. Hearing her whimper of pleasure, he trailed tiny licks up her spine while he caressed up her sides. The taste of her, her feminine essence on his tongue, and the unique exotic flavor of her magic flooded through both him and Zol.

  Brushing her hair to the side, he grazed his teeth over the sweet flesh at the juncture of her neck and shoulder.

  “Zin, oh, more.”

  He nibbled her soft skin with his lips, then placed gentle nips along the top of her shoulder.

  “Mmmm,” she moaned. Rolling over, she looped her arms around his neck. “You certainly know how to please, playhound.”

  Smiling, his lusty vixen arched her hips. Her damp curls pushed against his carnal pillar, and she rocked her mound against him.

  “Kandy, darling.” Zin growled, the sound beginning at the base of his cock.

  Sliding his arms beneath her, he brought her close. Howl to the Underworld, her divine shape taunted him. As their bodies entwined, lovers already, he tumbled them onto the bed.

  Not a moment passed before Zol’s weight dippe
d their specialized mattress.

  “Ooooh, your bed has nice cushioning.” She writhed like a happy cat. “Your body feels unbelievably hot on top of mine.”

  “Too hot?” Zin asked, concerned his lust might be burning the silken fragility of her skin.

  “Hot as in sexy hunk.” She undulated invitingly. “Especially that long hunk of hotness. Just how are you going to make it fit?”

  The breathless tease of her voice had him seizing her mouth beneath his to stop himself from lunging like a demon determined to breed. Their kiss took on a blazing life of its own and raged until he gripped her hips with a force he hadn’t intended.

  Her moan, sharp and desperate, broke their mouths apart. She lifted her loins offering herself.

  “Zin.”

  Unable to deny the plea in her tone, Zin grasped her incomparable ass. He planted his knees, widening her legs. Her slim curvaceous thighs stroked over his thighs, and Zin launched the crown of his cock inside her sheath. He groaned, she was so tight and wet.

  “Kandace.” Their gazes branded each other.

  Witnessing the raw need in the depths of her eyes, he thrust deeper.

  “I feel like an altar for your power,” she breathlessly whispered.

  Zol barked a short growl. Fisting her tresses, he pulled gently until her gaze sought his. “You belong to us. Our precious witch to have and to hold.”

  “Belong,” she uttered, confused.

  Take her, brother. Zol sealed his mouth on hers.

  At the same instant, Zin surged his hips, launching his cock toward her core. The squeezing stretch of her Aphrodite’s altar sent lightning strikes of pleasure through his loins. His witch, his Kandy Apple owned his hellfire balls whether she realized it or not.

  Her tiny nails dug into his shoulders and Zin forced himself to wait for her feminine flesh to accommodate him. Zol kissed her thoroughly, an impassioned wooing of her lips.

  Because of their connection, Zin felt their witch return his twin’s ardor. The moment her body un-tensed and she arched to his cock, wanting him, Zin possessed the length of her sheath.

  Determined to give her every pleasure, he pumped with a languid rhythm. Even so, a beast’s rapture overtook him as she danced her hips. But, by the gods, his lithe sultry temptress took his cock as if she’d been waiting for him since becoming a woman.