Panthers' Pleasure [Impulse 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free

both need to do that.” Vilas seemed unnaturally serious. “Time’s running out. Our enemies are getting desperate, and we’re getting weaker by the day.”
    “Tell me something I don’t know.” Rafe squirmed, rubbing his belly along the beam and purring. “We have to attract her to our human side, make her fall in love with us, and, most importantly of all, get her to trust us.”
    “All in a couple of days.” Vilas quirked a brow. “No pressure then.”
    “Get to work on the net, Vilas. We need to find out all we can about the ruse they used to get her here so we can try and second-guess them and thank them for it later.”
    Vilas’s laugher came out as a low, rumbling growl. That shouldn’t happen, which reminded Rafe of the trouble they were both having keeping their panther sides in check due to their loss of power. “You think?”
    “Sure, they’ve done us a favor by sending our mate to us. We might never have found her otherwise.”
    “And I’d be stuck having sex with you for the rest of my days.”
    “Nope, you’d lose your ability to shift is all, and become a full-blown human instead. Then you could have sex with any woman you wanted.”
    “Tempting, but not worth losing my panther side for.” Vilas twitched his nose, seeming surprised when his whiskers didn’t move with it. “Besides, sex with you isn’t all that bad.”
    Rafe rolled onto his back and touched his cock through his jeans. “I seem to remember you begging me to fuck you with this beauty last night.”
    “Only because you love it when I beg.” Vilas blew a kiss toward Rafe’s lofty perch. “I did it for you.”
    “Yeah, right.”
    “Stop touching yourself, Rafe. If you need to jerk off, I’ll do it for you. You know how much you love having my lips clamped around your glans.”
    “I’ll hold you to that later. Chantal turning up has made me as randy as a domestic cat.”
    Vilas flexed his jaw. “That bad, huh?”
    They heard footsteps in the corridor leading from the bedrooms. Rafe landed on the floor on all fours, as light as a feather, and was sitting at the table beside Vilas when she walked in.
    “Shit!” Vilas said pheromonetically. “She’s red hot. Look at those legs in those damned shorts. They go on for fucking ever. Hell, now I’m rock hard, too.”
    “Her tits aren’t too shabby, either. When I get my paws on them, she won’t know what hit her.”
    “I absolutely can’t wait to have sex with a woman.”
    “Not just any woman. Our woman. Our mate.”
    “Is something wrong?” Chantal asked.
    Rafe realized they’d both been staring at her while they had a mental discussion about her attributes. Not the best way to go about putting her at her ease.
    “Not a thing,” he said, turning on the charm. No great hardship where his mate was concerned. “Vilas has a few things to finish up here, but I’ll take you down to the bar and show you where everything is.”
    “Sounds good.”
     
    * * * *
     
    As they made their way downstairs, Chantal noticed that Rafe now had shoes on, after a fashion. Cheap canvas jobs with the backs trodden down, like he couldn’t stand to have his feet enclosed. There was a thin layer of dust over both sides of his black vest, making her wonder if he’d rubbed up against something in the storeroom while he waited for her to get settled. Ought she to tell him? No, it probably didn’t matter if there was no one to see him. The bar had been empty half an hour ago and probably still was.
    Rafe pushed the door open and Chantal was hit by a wall of noise. The place was packed with people, half of whom appeared to be eating steak as rare as that which Rafe and Vilas had just consumed. None of them had potatoes, bread, or vegetables with their protein, which seemed kinda strange. Then again, everything about this place struck Chantal as a bit weird, which made her have second thoughts about taking this job. If Max had come here and disappeared, would the same thing happen