Wicked. Crystal Jordan

swamped her, a reflexive reaction of the Lynx within her. Female cats were notoriously possessive of their mates, and males were even more so.

      The forbidden nature of watching her mate with another sent a thrill through her. It was never something she’d wanted, never even dreamed of, and the shock made it even more erotic. Hot and cold rushed through her, pinpricks pressing into her flesh. Soon she would have him for her own, but for now, they each enjoyed a last moment of ecstasy as unmated Lynx. Perfect, another layer to the sexual experience. Her instincts pulsed with that same message. Mate. Mate. She flicked her clit and pushed her fingers into her pussy to rub the sensitive tissue there, resuming the intoxicating drive toward orgasm, and her hips arched up to meet her hand. It was all too much, the duality of instinct and physicality ripping through her.

      She imploded, her mouth opening in a silent scream. Her pussy clamped down on her fingers, milking them in rhythmic waves that sent goose bumps rippling over her skin. Her heart pounded, her breath rushed in pants. Everything hit her at once, the cold wind on her skin, the hard boulder beneath her, the sound of the three in front of her reaching the same pinnacle of ecstasy.

      The man with shaggy hair tightened his grip on the blonde’s hair, throwing back his head as he roared out his orgasm. The golden-eyed man came into her hand as he drove his fingers deep inside her. Torso twisting, she moaned around the first man’s cock, shuddering as she came with them.

      A last pulse of pleasure went through Farah, her channel flexing around her plunging digits. Shivering, she pulled her hand away from her body and let it fall to her side. Her breasts heaved as she gasped for breath, sweat slipping down her skin to cool in the wind. She closed her eyes, still unable to believe what she had sensed, felt.

      What was she going to do now? Her mind scrambled. The logic that served her so well in the courtroom—the logic she usually abandoned during this wild, wicked time—had deserted her. One of those men was her mate. If she open her eyes and focused, she would know which.