Free Snared by KRIS NORRIS

opening his eyes as he nodded at Tayen. Rogan smiled back and threaded his hands through her hair, pulling her close to him as Quinn worked himself free and fell to his knees behind her.
    Tayen huffed and scowled. She obviously didn’t like that they’d interrupted her play, but there was only so much they could take.
    Rogan shifted his thumb so he could trace the outline of her mouth. “Sorry, darling. But you’ve pushed us too far. Now be a good little kitten and finish what you started while Quinn shows you how hot you’ve made him.”
    Tayen started to protest when Quinn slammed his groin to her ass, morphing any words she might have formed into one, long shout. Rogan could only guess that his friend had taken her pussy in a single stroke. Quinn’s back arched as his hands gripped her hips. His face was a mask of pleasure, and he only waited a moment before setting up a steady rhythm that had Tayen rocking back and forth in Rogan’s grasp.
    Rogan didn’t wait any longer. As soon as Tayen looked up at him, he clenched his jaw and drew her face back to his cock. She took him eagerly, engulfing his shaft with a swift stroke. Rogan let his head fall back, fire erupting throughout his body as Tayen took him deep, paused then retreated. Her technique had devastating effect, and it wasn’t long before a sharp tingling sensation crept down his shaft and into his sac, purging every thought from his mind but the need to finish. He conceded, matching each thrust with one of his own, pushing his shaft a bit deeper. Tayen took all he had to offer, increasing her efforts as Quinn grunted behind her. Rogan could see her muscles clenching in response to Quinn’s constant thrusting, and he sensed they were both close.
    “Damn, you look so fucking hot, sweetheart.” Quinn smoothed one hand down Tayen’s back. “I’m not going to last much longer. Come for us. Now.”
    Rogan saw Quinn’s hand disappear around her hip. Tayen’s motion faltered, a guttural moan escaping around his invading cock, as Quinn undoubtedly found her clit. Her eyes closed and her body tensed, then she moved faster, sucking harder as her release raced through her body. The image was too much. Rogan came with a shout of her name, the sentiment echoed by Quinn as they both stiffened and groaned, filling her until their strength waned, and they collapsed in a heap on the floor.
    Tayen sighed against Rogan’s chest, making it squeeze tight. God help him, but he’d already fallen far too fast for the green-eyed beauty, and if the wide-eyed look on Quinn’s face told Rogan anything, it’s that his friend had just arrived at the same conclusion.
    Quinn nudged him and Rogan untangled his limbs from Tayen’s, smiling at the disgruntled pout that graced her lips. He kissed it away, collecting their clothes as Quinn lifted her off the floor and headed toward the bedroom. Rogan glanced outside. The sun still blazed beyond the mountains, but he had a feeling it’d be long gone by the time they recovered.
     

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Six
     
     
    “You know, for someone who keeps claiming we’re your mates, you have a nasty habit of running off. This isn’t the forest, Tayen. Don’t play the part of the frightened cat.”
    Tayen cringed as Quinn’s voice echoed down the hallway, effectively stopping her in her tracks. It was quickly followed by another set of padded footfalls, and she knew Rogan had joined him. How the hell had they heard her leave the room? She’d used all her cat-like abilities, short of shifting, yet they’d snared her in less than a minute.
    She turned, her breath leaving her on a long sigh as her gaze clashed with theirs. Though Quinn was a master at masking his emotions, there was no mistaking the frustrated furrow on his brow, or the way his arms flexed across his chest as if holding in some hidden anger. Rogan’s expression was just as telling, and she cursed the impetuous thought that had sent her scrambling from the