by Zara Chase
She widened her eyes and nodded, probably looking embarrassingly desperate. They laughed as Jared shackled her hands, pulled her arms above her head and attached the chain to the head of the bed. She hoped that Bryce would bring on the nipple clamps again. Instead he pushed her onto her side, and she felt his body slide down the length of hers, his cock pressing a thick, hard invitation against her body. Jared did the same thing in front of her, his hands everywhere, probing, exploring and delving into every nook and cranny. She was unable to remain passive under this double-fronted assault and pushed herself into their hands wherever they happened to touch her.
“Please!” she cried, knowing she’d be punished for asking. Hoping she would be.
Jared slapped her thigh, but she thought she heard the two of them exchange a satisfied laugh. They loved making her beg. Caitlyn already knew that and had been determined to play them at their own game and keep her feelings internalized.
So much for self-control!
“I think our mate’s getting a bit unruly,” Jared said in a tone of mock severity.
“Seems that way,” Bryce replied, and she felt the butt plug being pushed a little deeper. “What is it you want us to do to you, darlin’?”
“I want you both to fuck me hard.” Caitlyn panted the words, unsure if her overstimulated heart could take much more expectation. “I really need to be fucked.”
“I think we’d best take pity on her,” Jared said. “Just this once.”
“Just so long as she remembers that those who ask don’t usually get.”
“I will.” Caitlyn nodded vigorously. “I definitely will.”
“And to only speak when spoken to,” Bryce added sternly.
“Yes, sorry, that too.” She pushed her butt hard against Bryce’s cock and then thrust her pelvis forward and made contact with Jared’s. “Tell me what I need to do.”
“You need to let us love you, sweetheart,” Jared replied, lowering his head and applying his teeth to a rock-hard nipple through the PVC.
It was too much to take. The vibrator, the butt plug, and now Jared biting her sent her into a frenzy of desire. She rubbed her legs together and exploded, bucking her hips as pleasure spiraled through her and the aching tug between her legs lessened.
“Oh God,” she said when she came back down to earth. “I wasn’t supposed to do that, was I?”
“Uh huh,” Jared replied, a smile in his voice. “Actions have consequences.”
“I’ll take my punishment,” she said meekly.
She expected to be spanked, made to stand in the corner, ignored, or whatever else it was these guys got off on making her do. Instead, Bryce’s lips attacked her spinal column, hot and wet, his tongue swirling as he sucked and kissed his way to her butt. Jared did something similar with her tits. He’d abandoned the PVC, pushed it up, and it was now his lips directly on her skin. With her unsatisfactory self-induced orgasm taking the edge off her urgency, Caitlyn was able to enjoy their attentions to the full. She disciplined herself to remain stock-still and not react in any way, even though her body was thrumping like a diesel engine, coursing with readiness.
They continued to play with her for what seemed like forever. It was a while before she realized that they wanted her to disobey them again and take matters into her own hands. Caitlyn smiled to herself. Why would she do that when she had two of the best-looking, hottest hunks she’d ever seen giving her body their undivided attention?
I can keep this up as long as you can, guys.
Caitlyn was reminded that they could read her thoughts now when she sensed a new urgency to their ministrations. The butt plug was removed and the vibrator extracted at the same time. Caitlyn’s breath hitched. It looked as though it was game time. Bryce pushed the PVC skirt up around her waist, and his cock nudged at the entrance to her backside, the stud piercing his foreskin lending extra friction as it led the way. Caitlyn forced her coiled muscles to relax and allow him in.
“That’s it, sugar,” he said softly, hot breath peppering the back of her neck. “Let me inside.”
The head of Jared’s penis, hot and throbbing, invaded her cunt. Bryce remained poised where he was while Jared thrust all the way home and expelled an elongated sigh. Caitlyn mumbled something incomprehensible, with no clear idea what she’d just said. Jared withdrew again, and Bryce took his turn to delve a little deeper.
“Have to be careful,” he muttered against her shoulder blade. “Don’t wanna do any damage.”
Volcanic passion built inside Caitlyn as she remained still and allowed the guys to run the show. The feel of their thick cocks filling her to capacity was like an illegal drug—a thrilling rush that could easily become addictive. In fact, Caitlyn was already hooked. Cold turkey wasn’t an option, and throaty little moans slipped past her lips as the guys settled into a rhythm, advancing and then withdrawing in perfect tandem. The musky scent of their arousal, the increased rate of their breathing, told Caitlyn that they weren’t nearly as in control as they wanted her to think. Problem was, neither was she.
On the brink of something unprecedented, she closed her sheath around Jared the next time he thrust into her, making it harder for him to withdraw.
“Fuck it!” he cried. “She’s got me trapped. Come on, buddy, let’s do this.”
They guys moved faster, and Caitlyn felt herself sliding into ecstasy as their slick bodies adhered to hers and wild sensations burned and intensified.
“I can’t…it’s so damned close,” she cried, not really knowing which way to move or when, but milking their cocks greedily each time one of them sank deep. “I feel like I’m going to detonate.”
A rushing sound pounded through her ears, her limbs trembled, and an orgasm like nothing she’d known uncoiled deep in her gut, consuming her entire body. Someone was tugging on the back of her collar, restricting her breathing, heightening the experience. She threw her head back and screamed at them.
“Keep going. Oh God, I don’t believe it, there’s more to come! I can feel it building again.”
She was astonished at their staying power. She orgasmed twice before they let themselves go, gushing deep inside her and bringing her off for a third time.
“Now you’re really our mate,” Jared said afterwards, leaning in for a tender kiss.
“And we’ll never let you go,” Bryce added, doing the same thing from her other side.
“If that’s what’s on offer, I’m not going anywhere,” she replied, sending each of them a sultry, satiated smile.
Chapter Fourteen
Two days after her wedding night Caitlyn wore a slinky silver dress that Jared and Bryce had bought for her, insisting that it matched the color of her eyes. Together the three of them, and Marvin of course, headed for the Cat’s Whiskers. There was to be some sort of private dinner, to which all the alphas and their mates had been invited. She thought her men, dressed in tuxedos, had never looked more handsome.
A rectangular table, large enough to seat all eighteen of them, had been laid up in Rafe’s private apartment. Rochelle, who was in charge of the catering at the Cat’s Whiskers, supplied the food. Wine and laughter were in abundant supply. Caitlyn felt happy and relaxed as she exchanged banter and witticisms with her new friends.
When the dessert plates had been cleared away, Rafe stood up and tapped a spoon against the side of a glass to get everyone’s attention.
“We’re celebrating,” he said, “in case you hadn’t noticed. Alphas, please stand.”
The sound of eleven chairs scraping against the wooden floor filled Caitlyn’s ears.
“Impulse has never been in better shape, thanks to you six wonderful ladies who’ve shown the courage and fortitude to mate with us.”
“It’s not easy,” Chantal said, smiling, “but someone has to make the sacrifice.”
“Vilas and I give daily thanks for your sacrificial nature,” Rafe replied, blowing her a kiss.
“We’ve slayed lions, wolves, and bears for your sake
s, but that’s nothing in comparison to what you’ve done for us. You’ve given us renewed hope for the future, and thanks to you we can continue to do good here without interference from our enemies. Each time we face them and come out victors, they see just how strong we’ve grown and are less eager to attack. I hope that by the time our own children are born,” Rafe said, glancing at Chantal, “Impulse will be an even safer environment in which they can grow and become the people they’re supposed to be.”
“I’ll drink to that,” Mikael said, sending Layla a glance that implied they had good news to impart, too.
“What I’m trying to say, ladies, is that we love you all and will never properly be able to express our thanks to you for enhancing our lives and saving our sanity.”
Caitlyn wiped a tear from her eye and noticed Aisha, seated between Kane and Tyrone, her alpha leopards, doing the same thing. They shared a watery smile and returned their attention to Rafe.
“Raise your glasses, gentlemen, and let’s drink a toast to our human mates.”
Twelve arms reached forward and glasses clinked in the center of the table. Then Caitlyn didn’t see anything more. Her eyes were too blurred with tears. But she certainly felt it when first Jared and then Bryce bent to bestow deep, sensual kisses on her lips.
At last Caitlyn had found the family she’d always wanted to be a part of, and she never intended to let it go.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Zara Chase is a British author who spends a lot of her time travelling the world. Being a gypsy provides her with ample opportunities to scope out exotic locations for her stories. She likes to involve her heroines in her erotic novels in all sorts of dangerous situations—and not only with the hunky heroes whom they encounter along the way. Murder, blackmail, kidnapping, and fraud—to name just a few of life’s more common crimes—make frequent appearances in her books, adding pace and excitement to her racy stories.
Zara is an animal lover who enjoys keeping fit and is on a one-woman mission to keep the wine industry ahead of the recession.
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