Claiming Their Mate

by Vella Day

  She groaned. “A whole week? You do realize I need to get back to work. If I don’t show my homes, I’ll lose my customers and my job.”

  He picked up the hand he’d just rubbed. “You could always move in with us and live a life of luxury.”

  She didn’t believe he was serious, but she addressed his comment anyway. “I appreciate the offer, but I wouldn’t be happy doing nothing. Life is about achieving and liking yourself.”

  “Point taken.”

  They finished their breakfast in silence. She studied Drake. She couldn’t tell if he was worried about his friend. Or was he resigned to the fact that Kurt was Kurt, and he needed to follow his own path?

  After they cleaned the dishes, Drake pulled out the cookie ingredients. “How about we make the cookies, then go for a walk on the beach?”

  “That sounds wonderful.”

  “Do you mind mixing the dry ingredients while I do the butter, eggs, and vanilla?”

  She looked at him. “When did you become so organized?”

  He grinned. “Maybe I’m pretending Kurt is here.”

  Wow. So he was hurting, too.

  She’d only gotten around to measuring the flour when the front door clicked open. Her pulse soared.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chelsea rushed into the living room. Kurt walked in looking exhausted. Right then, all she cared about was that he was back.

  “You’re safe.” She threw her arms around his neck.

  “Yes, but very ripe. Let me take a shower.” He tapped her nose. “Alone. I have other plans for later.” He winked.

  The old Kurt was back! “Okay, but hurry.” She figured he would have told her if Mendez was dead. Just in case he wanted to surprise her, she had to ask. “Is my nemesis still walking the earth?”

  “For now.”

  Damn. Drake stepped into the living room. The men looked at each other but neither spoke. That stupid telepathy stuff rankled her sometimes.

  Kurt kissed her forehead and trudged down the hallway. With renewed energy, she headed to the kitchen. If Kurt joined them in making the cookies, it would be so much more meaningful. Drake followed her.

  “What did Kurt say to you?”

  “He wants to tell you himself.”

  She waved her hands over her face. “Why do you guys always keep me in the dark?”

  Drake moved to within a few inches of her. He lifted her chin. “It makes your senses more acute.”

  She rolled her eyes. “I’m not talking about sex.”

  “I am.” He kissed her thoroughly, and all thoughts of not knowing what Kurt said left her mind. Drake leaned back. “I want to blindfold you and hold you hostage while my cock explores your beautiful body.”

  Her pussy dampened at the mere mention of being rendered helpless. This time, she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of reacting to his blatant overture. “Should we finish making the cookies or wait for Kurt?”

  “He won’t mind if we continue.”

  Was he talking about more kisses or stirring the cookie dough? She snatched the bowl Drake had been using and began to pound the butter and eggs. Once she’d mixed them the best she could, she dumped the dry ingredients into the egg mixture.

  Once done, she dipped a finger into the mix and took a bite. “Perfect.”

  Drake tried it, too. “I agree. Let Kurt put in the chips.” He gave her another kiss.

  This time their tongues entwined, and they explored each other with slow, even strokes. He tasted sugary sweet.

  She leaned back for air and circled her finger on his chest. “I wonder if Kurt will be interested in having a little bit of Christmas cheer later on?”

  “He might be hungry. He’s been away for a while.”

  She could take that either way, but she liked the idea of one of them eating her. “Maybe he’d like it if I got naked and wrapped a big bow around my chest.”

  “Did I hear someone mention a naked chest?” Kurt came up behind her and kissed her shoulder.

  He smelled like fresh mint soap. She twisted. Kurt wore only jeans. No shirt and no shoes. Wow. “That had to be to be the fastest shower on record.”

  “I didn’t want to keep you waiting.” He gave her a chaste kiss then grabbed her hand. “I know you both are curious about what happened. Let’s sit in the living room, and I’ll tell you about my revelation.”

  The word revelation reverberated in her mind. She had no idea what that was about. She glanced back at the dough, but decided it would keep.

  Kurt sat on the chair and motioned for Drake and Chelsea to sit across from him on the sofa. “Sitting next to a stinky dumpster for a few days gave me time to contemplate a lot of things.”

  She imagined it would. For one, he should have considered moving. “Like what?”

  “For starters, the longer I hid, the more my hatred of the man boiled to the surface. I kept raising the gun and taking aim at the door, imagining the moment when I would kill the son of a bitch.”

  “I thought he showed up?” Maybe she’d heard wrong.

  “He came, all right, but his bodyguards stayed too close to him. I couldn’t get a clean shot to his heart.”

  “So you gave up?” She figured he would have remained vigilant until he succeeded.

  Kurt leaned back and smiled. “No. I came to my senses. When Drake told me Mendez was going to meet with two other men to execute this drug deal, I realized that even if I killed Mendez, another would take his place.”

  No one was indispensable—job-wise at least. “So what does this mean?”

  “I was hungry and getting tired of smelling rotten food. All the while, I kept picturing you and Drake having fun, making love, and snuggling at night. I’d become so focused on my goal that I didn’t realize the best goal of all was right in front of me.”

  She thought she knew what he was saying, but she needed to be sure. “Does that mean you’re not going after Mendez?”

  “It means I’ve turned the information over to the general, and he’ll be dealing with it. You and this relationship are more important to me than taking down one man. If the general is in charge, maybe he’ll be able to destroy the entire drug cartel, whereas I would have killed only one man.”

  She prayed he was as happy with the decision as she was. She jumped up. “I’d say that’s the best Christmas present I’ve ever gotten.”

  Kurt stood, too. “I can think of a better present.”

  She crossed her arms over her chest. “And what would that be?”

  He scratched his chin and glanced over at Drake, who got up and rushed down the hallway. “You’ll see.”

  “What did you say to him?”

  “That’s between me and Drake.” He stood and held out his hand. “Now that I don’t have to worry about that evil man, how about you show me some of your loving ways?”

  To mimic him, she scratched her chin. “Hmm. I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”

  He was on her in a flash. Kurt picked her up and carried her down the hall. “You will suffer for sassing me.”

  She dropped her head back and laughed. “Oh, yeah? Remember, I love pain when it is administered with a loving hand.”

  “I got a lot of loving and a lot of hand.”

  Here was the other man she’d grown to love.

  Love?

  Yes, she loved these men, now that they had their priorities straight. She hoped today would be the day when they both would claim her as theirs.

  She expected him to go into his room, but he didn’t. When he passed not only hers but Drake’s also, her curiosity got the best of her. “Where are we going?”

  “You seem to have forgotten all of the rules. For starters, do not question what either Drake or I ask you to do. You remember your safe word, don’t you?”

  “Yes.” She’d never forget Mendez. She wished he wouldn’t keep asking her that question, though. It implied she might need it.

  Kurt must have telepathed something to Drake, bec
ause a door at the end of the hallway, which she thought was a laundry room, opened.

  “Right this way.”

  She’d assumed the door on the side was a closet. When Kurt carried her through it, she was speechless. “Holy moly.”

  Kurt set her down. “Welcome to our playroom.”

  Her friend Liz had told her about Trax and Dante’s playroom, but this blew her away. A shiver of fear mixed with excitement shimmied up her spine. “I’m overwhelmed.”

  Kurt wrapped his arms around her waist. “Good overwhelmed or bad overwhelmed?”

  She had to think about that. She twisted in his arms. “I love making love with you and Drake, and I’ve really wanted to try being with both of you at the same time, but I’m out of my comfort zone right now.”

  “Do you trust us?”

  “Completely.”

  He grinned and nodded toward Drake. “Then trust us to make this the most amazing experience of your life.”

  She swallowed. “Okay.”

  “Do you remember the most important rule?”

  Her mind whirred. “Not to come until you tell me?”

  “You are a good girl.”

  Drake waved a blindfold in front of her. “I remember you told me when you close your eyes, your senses are heightened. We want to help you reach that higher place.”

  He slipped the blindfold over her eyes, and immediately, her body tensed. She hadn’t finished looking around to see what other toys they had in store for her. She’d spotted a large mattress in the corner, along with a lot of gear on shelves, but she hadn’t studied the rest of the room.

  Drake stood behind her and Kurt was in front. Drake seemed to be in charge of undressing the top half of her body and Kurt the bottom.

  “Step out of your pants,” Kurt commanded.

  At least she wasn’t wearing shoes, so slipping off her pants was easy.

  Kurt ran a finger under the waistband of her panties. “You are incredible. You may never understand how much knowing you were back at the house helped keep up my spirits.”

  He wouldn’t expect a response.

  He moved closer and ran a tongue along the top of her red bra. Goose bumps formed. When he dipped his thumbs under the band and touched her nipples, shimmers of delight streaked all over her body and a groan escaped.

  With Kurt at her breasts, Drake lowered her panties and let them rest on her hips. He slipped a palm over her ass then dipped a few fingers between her legs. He ran right into a pool of her slick juices.

  “Hey, Kurt. Our lady’s sopping wet. She must like what you’re doing.”

  “I hope she has a lot of control, because it will be hours before I give her my cock.”

  That was not fair. At the same time, Kurt probably wasn’t capable of lasting even an hour with all he’d been through. When Drake slipped a finger into her pussy, she bent her knees to get more.

  “Chelsea. Remember, no moving. Kurt, we need to restrain her.”

  “Good idea.”

  One of the men picked her up. Given he had on a shirt, it was Drake. He walked her a few feet and set her down. Then he turned her around until her back bumped into a wall. What sounded like chains rattled, but she couldn’t figure out where they came from.

  “We need to get rid of that bra.” In a flash, Drake unhooked her and slid the straps down her arms.

  “I’ll finish the panties,” Kurt said.

  She expected him just to remove them. Instead, his tongue nibbled on her pussy. Oh, my God. Tremors claimed her and contractions sped down her body. And that was after one lick. She was doomed. Her poor ass would never be the same again.

  Once she was naked, each man took hold of an arm and buckled a strap to her wrist. She tugged and found they’d given her a lot of movement so she didn’t feel imprisoned.

  “You okay, honey?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  What she didn’t foresee was them widening her legs and attaching another set of straps to her ankles. Once more, when she tugged, she had room to maneuver. The purpose of the restraints eluded her. By holding still, however, her pussy was wide open and ready for whatever they wanted to impale her with.

  Her own juices dripped down her legs as her stomach tightened.

  “Drake, have you ever seen anything more perfect?” Kurt lightly pinched her nipple.

  “No.” Drake twisted the other tip a little harder and she groaned.

  “Get the clamps. Our woman will really like what they do to her nipples.”

  Her mind raced, wondering what kind of clamps he was talking about. Paper ripped and her pulse sped. If Kurt believed she’d like this, she was game. He lifted her breast and licked her nipple. It immediately puckered. His touch lit a fire deep within her. When something cold and hard pressed on her nipple, she stiffened, and clamped her mouth shut to keep from yelling. The pain ramped up for a few seconds before it calmed.

  “Let’s test her,” Drake said.

  Test me?

  He reached between her legs and dipped a finger in her pussy. When he wiggled it around, her mind jumped from the ache in her breast to what he was doing and found it stoked the desire even more. No one could withstand this stimulation for long without climaxing.

  “She’s dry. Attach one to the other side.”

  Juices dripped down her legs. Just a minute ago, he’d claimed she was wet. Kurt placed the second clamp on her nipple and the same ache resulted.

  “How do they feel, honey?”

  “Tight.”

  “As they should. Wait until we take them off, then lick and pluck your nipples. You’ll jump out of your skin.”

  She wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not.

  Kurt clasped his hands on her shoulders. “Step forward a few feet.”

  She was surprised the chains went that far. The only problem was, when she moved her legs, she used up the slack.

  Chair legs scraping on the floor drew near.

  “It’s just a weight bench.” Kurt rubbed her arm. “Drake is going to lie on his back and drink up your honey. I’m going to move behind you and make sure your tits and ass are being well taken care of.”

  If both men touched her at the same time, she’d burst.

  Drake wrapped his arms on the outside of her thighs. “Boy, do I like this view.” He tugged on her hips, forcing her to bend her knees.

  From the angle he was touching her, his legs were stretched out in front of her. When his tongue lashed out at her pussy, she moaned loudly. The angle of his attack was something she’d never experienced. His palms cupped her ass cheeks, allowing her to rest on his hands somewhat. When he sucked on her clit, stars exploded behind her lids. She wished she could watch him lick her. The visual would be truly orgasmic.

  As he set the lower part of her body on high alert, Kurt tugged on her nipple clamps and her world spun. She yanked on her arm restraints, and because they’d given her slack, she nearly toppled forward.

  “Easy, honey.” Kurt stopped her from tumbling by catching her around the waist and holding her tight. “Go ahead and lean forward. I won’t let you fall.”

  She did as he asked and found the cuffs slipped up to her palms, allowing her to rest while leaning, almost as if she was palming a wall.

  “Spread your legs a little wider, darlin’, so I have better access to your sweet pussy.”

  She groaned at his erotic words. The lean opened her a little wider. Instantly, she got her reward. His tongue made wide sweeps. Then he punched three fingers into her hole and curled them until he hit her G-spot. Chaos spread across her body.

  “It’s too much, Master.”

  That plea seemed to ignite him even more. She milked his fingers over and over again. Kurt slapped her ass, then reached around front and tugged on the chain connecting her nipples. The pain cut her near-climax short. Drake stopped his assault.

  The legs on the bench scraped and soon, neither man touched her. Had her comment upset them?

  “What do you think,
Drake?”

  He was speaking out loud for her benefit.

  “Undo these nipple clamps.” That came from Drake.

  When he took them off, blood rushed to the ends and almost choked her, but the throbbing soon subsided.

  “You know, she almost came without our permission. What’s going to happen when we both impale her?” Kurt said.

  “You’re right. We need to take her mind off sex.”

  What were they talking about? This was all about sex—with both of them at the same time. She was about to break the silence rule and comment when something hard hit her ass. She jerked.

  “Darlin’, none of that.” Drake stood in front of her, clasped her shoulders, and lowered them. That presented her ass to Kurt.

  “I don’t want to hurt you, honey, but I need your ass relaxed so I can be sure you can take my cock.”

  She wanted that, too, but using his hand to spank her was one thing. That hard paddle thing was another. The next blow made her eyes tear. He rubbed her rear, almost as if he could see the welts form. The safe word was close on her lips when the pain morphed into amazing lust and streaks of carnal bliss shot straight to her pussy. Spasms rolled down her belly. Now she understood why he’d spanked her so hard.

  One of the men undid her leg shackles, and when she brought her thighs together, weariness crawled up her legs.

  “Oh, look. Someone’s nipples need to be sucked.” Drake straightened her shoulders.

  He ran a thumb over the hardened peak, and even that light touch had her sensitive nubs straining with need. When his mouth captured the tip, sharp electric spikes rippled across the swollen nipple. Her back arched and Kurt’s finger slipped in between her thighs.

  “Yes, yes, yes. Please, Masters.”

  “Chelsea wants some cock.”

  She nodded. If she begged anymore, they might not grant her wish.

  Drake clasped his hands on her shoulders. “Here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to lie back down on the bench, and I want you to ride me. Then, if you can keep from having an orgasm, Kurt’s going to fuck your pretty ass.”

  Those words were so glorious, all she could do was nod.

  Chapter Fifteen