by Cara Adams
Jett looked up at Morgan, whose hands were behind his back. Keeping his back turned away from Eve, Morgan moved down toward her feet, then crouched beside her and ran the feather he was hiding from her over the soles of her feet. She tried not to move, but her toes curled. Good. A ticklish sub was going to give them a lot of opportunities for various games.
Morgan dipped the feather in the water from the melting ice cubes on her back, and trailed it across her skin, along her sides, down to her ribs, and across her shoulders. The contrast between the feather teasing her skin, and the icy-cold wet trail it left, should arouse her even farther, he hoped.
Jett watched Morgan as well as Eve, and was ready when Morgan glanced at him. He scooped the partly melted ice cubes back into their container and returned it to the bench, taking the feather from Morgan with him at the same time.
Now was the crux of the entire session. Would she fuck them or not? Was it what she wanted, or had she been satisfied already? It was quite reassuring to have Morgan standing at his side. That way the two of them could make the decision together, and that should mean it was much less likely they’d make a mistake and misjudge her. Jett was almost fearful of misunderstanding her and alienating her feelings. It was going to be exceptionally difficult to bring her to a decision to mate with them before telling her about them being wolves, without risking a misunderstanding of her body language along the way.
“Stand, sub. You deserve a reward. Would you like to come?” he asked her.
“Yes, Master.”
“Would you like to be fucked?” asked Morgan.
Her cheeks flushed pink, but her voice was firm. “Yes, Master.”
“Are you wet?”
“Yes, Master.”
Jett stood back and watched as this time it was Morgan who touched her. And this time she stood absolutely motionless, not moving so much as a muscle. She was obviously very intent on winning her reward now, and not prepared to jeopardize it in any way. That told him a lot about her. For a start, it proved she’d deliberately tried to influence them last time. But he’d guessed that immediately anyway. It also showed him she was measuring them just as much as they were measuring her, which proved she was an intelligent woman. He liked that, very much.
Morgan scooped some of her honey from her pussy lips onto his fingers and offered the juice to Jett. Jett licked a finger and nodded. “She’s ready.”
Morgan stripped off his pants, thong, socks, and shoes, then rolled a condom over his cock. The man looked every bit as aroused as he was. When Morgan was ready, Jett unlaced his boots and removed them and his socks, unzipped his pants, and pulled them and his boxers off together. He collected the condom he’d chosen, which was a chocolate-flavored one, and rolled it on. His cock was so engorged it was quite a challenge, but it was much too soon to suggest to Eve they go bareback.
Morgan sat on the floor in the center of the room, legs splayed wide apart. “Sit on my knee. Face outward.”
Eve gave him a curious look, but said nothing, and did as he said, letting her legs fold backward over the top of Morgan’s.
Now it was Jett’s turn. He stood in front of them, between Morgan’s legs, his cock level with Eve’s mouth. She was tall for a woman, but just the perfect height for this particular scene. Jett braced his feet apart and said, “Suck me.”
At first he rested his hands on her shoulders as she gently held his cock and balls in her palms. But as she sucked him down, and Morgan began to pump up and down inside her cunt, Jett gripped her head to hold her where he wanted her most. He pulled the hairpins out of her updo and ran his fingers through her hair. It smelled of flowers and was so soft and fine to touch. His hair was thick and coarse compared to hers. His hair never smelled this good either.
Although he was familiar with the logistics of a ménage, having spent hours with Morgan planning potential scenes, he’d never understood until now just how erotic it was to be with Eve while Morgan was fucking her and she was fucking him. Her hands and mouth were moving as he directed her, but also as she reacted to Morgan’s fucking of her. He could tell how her passion was rising and rising, and how it was becoming harder and harder for her to concentrate on him. He also knew the exact moment when she lost control, her body convulsing in an orgasm.
Jett moved her head more firmly, pushing himself deep into her throat, knowing he was so close to coming. She teased his balls and the line of his scrotum as she sucked him, and he exploded inside his condom, well pleased with the way the scene had concluded. It’d been hard work for her to bring him off over the condom, but she’d arisen to the challenge very well indeed, and succeeded.
Double penetration of her would be even better, but today had been too soon to suggest that. Next time, if everything went well, it was a definite possibility, though.
Jett stepped backward and took her hands, pulling her to her feet. “It’s time for the three of us to get cleaned up,” he said, deliberately not using the dungeon terminology.
Morgan scrambled to his feet as well, and they moved into the small en-suite bathroom.
What Eve didn’t know was that this section of the evening had been all planned out by the two of them as well. Morgan turned the water on hot while Jett disposed of his condom and collected the small bottles of bodywash and shampoo the club provided. Morgan and Jett guided Eve under the water once it was warm, and Jett followed her into the shower. He poured the bodywash into his hands and began massaging her shoulders and back, then down to her ass, making sure her skin was undamaged. She might have a slightly sore ass tomorrow, but that was all. The skin was unbroken and there was only one small area that even looked to be bruised.
Morgan, having discarded his condom, now joined them, squeezing behind Eve so his back was to the tiles. Jett handed him the shampoo and left him to massage her head. Now that Jett had her front to play with, he took great delight in massaging her breasts and belly. Instantly she widened her stance. So, she was agreeing to play. Excellent.
He poured more bodywash into his hands and cupped her breasts, rubbing his hands over and over her skin, before starting to pull gently on her nipples, elongating them and pinching them. Then he slid his hands lower, teasing around her bellybutton before washing her mound. When he finally slid a finger inside her cunt she gripped him so tightly he had to smile. Instantly he removed it and began soaping the line between her groin and her torso, first one side, then the other. She wiggled her hips at him, but all he did was wash them.
Only when he saw Morgan playing with her ass did he slide his fingers into her pussy again. Then, together, he finger-fucked her cunt, while Morgan worked at her rear entry. Soon she was moaning, wiggling her hips madly, pushing down on his fingers, and clenching her pussy muscles on them. He filled her with three fingers and looked at Eve. Her eyes were closed, her hands balled into fists at her side, and her chest was heaving as she dragged air into her lungs. Raising his gaze higher, he glanced at Morgan who nodded.
Together they finger-fucked her in earnest now, taking her to the brink. He curled his fingers up, aiming for her sweet spot while his thumbnail pressed into her clit. Her body jerked against his hands as she pressed herself forward onto his fingers, then backward onto Morgan’s, and she splintered apart with her release. He held her steady with one hand on her hip while his fingers teased her gently down from her high.
Only when she stopped shaking did he finish washing her, without any teasing this time. Morgan turned off the water while Jett lifted her out of the shower and wrapped her in a towel then sat her on the facilities. He dried himself quickly and went and got dressed, leaving her to adjust to what had just happened, and hopefully to think about a future time when he and Jett would use something other than their fingers to double penetrate her. She was plenty smart enough to make the connection, and as an artist, likely she had a vivid enough imagination for it to drive her into accepting another offer of a date from them both. Well that was the plan anyway.
She reappeare
d wrapped in the towel, picked up her things, then disappeared back into the bathroom. Now that was interesting. After they’d seen and touched every inch of her, she still wanted privacy to get dressed. That was cute.
By the time she emerged her hair was in a neat plait, her makeup and earrings were back in place, and she looked as cool and collected as ever.
Morgan had picked up the hairpins from the floor and handed them to her. She dropped them in her purse, murmuring a soft, “Thank you.”
Jett had tidied up the toys, putting everything away neatly, and was ready to go. Truly, she was an amazing woman. No one would ever guess what she’d just spent the last hour doing. But hopefully her body would remind her tomorrow, and her thoughts would turn to future potential games. That was what they’d aimed for anyway.
* * * *
Eve slipped inside the old schoolhouse silently. There were no lights on in any of the rooms, so she guessed Taige was already in bed asleep. It was only midnight, not terribly late, but still late enough that it’d be rude to wake her. The apartment door was locked, as they always liked to keep it for security’s sake, so she muffled the noise of her shoes on the stone floor and used her fingers to stop her keys rattling as she stepped inside the room and quietly closed and locked the door behind her.
Her eyes had already adjusted quite well to the lack of light. All the windows were very high up, so grayish light prevented the place from being completely black. However, the curtains in the apartment—the only room with window furnishings—had been closed, which made it darker in here. So Eve stood still and waited until she had a clear sense of the path she needed to take to her own bed. There was no sound at all. No rustlings of bedding, no snoring or breathing sounds. Eve turned toward Taige’s bed and stared, letting the shapes of the furniture sharpen as her eyes continued to adjust to the lack of light.
The quilt was flat, and there was no dark hair spread on the pillow. Eve tiptoed across to Taige’s bed, but it was empty. She turned and scanned the apartment again, in case Taige had fallen asleep in the big armchair, but it too was empty.
I guess Taige has gone out visiting with Jasper and Cornelian. Well, that made everything easier for her. She flipped her bedside light on and got undressed, putting the earrings on Taige’s nightstand and hanging her dress up. Her shoes she returned to the rack in the huge, old free-standing closet she’d brought to the schoolhouse and her underwear she placed in the laundry hamper, mentally thanking Taige for the suggestion to take a change of panties with her. It appeared Taige’s first-hand experience with how sexy it was spending time with two men was going to be very useful.
Dressed in her pink flannel pajamas, Eve climbed into bed and clicked the bedside light off. She had so much to think about, starting with what it would be like to be fucked by two men at once. That little demonstration in the shower was something she’d never forget. The intense feeling of possession and claiming was still flooding her veins with hormones even now. Also, she was certain her ass was bruised. She’d tried to look at her butt in the mirror at the dungeon, but it’d been too soon to tell for certain. However, there was some color there, which she believed would turn into a bruise. That was also good, a tangible reminder of the night’s experiences.
The overwhelming decision she needed to make, though, was whether or not to agree to be a sub for two Doms. And, it appeared, a girlfriend for them both as well. Was that what she wanted? For a moment her libido screamed, “Hell, yes!” but her brain made her rein in her thoughts. Tonight, Morgan and Jett had moved seamlessly together as a team, almost as if everything had been choreographed. Well, perhaps it had. But sooner or later it was inevitable that she’d have to choose between them on some issue, small or large, and that could cause friction.
Would she be able to deal with that? To balance one against the other? To be scrupulously fair and never show favoritism? It could be difficult. She’d need to have clear ground rules in her mind about what would and wouldn’t happen. But if tonight was a true example, the situation had been very smooth. If both men continued to work together like that, she’d be most fortunate indeed.
As for the dungeon play and the sex, they’d estimated her tastes very well, far better than she’d imagined they would be able to do. They’d pushed her some, but then she’d pushed them as well. All in all, she was more than agreeable to continuing the relationship.
Eve snuggled deeper into her bed, relishing the slight stiffness in her body and the ache in her ass. Oh hell, yes. This is going to be good.
When she woke in the morning Taige still hadn’t returned, and Eve collected her shower things and change of clothes, packed them in a gym bag, and locked the apartment before opening the back door to go out to the bathroom. By the time she’d locked the back door behind her, unlocked the bathroom door then locked that as well, she was determined to hasten the planning for an internal bathroom. Right now it was annoying with all this unlocking and locking for security. In the middle of winter it wouldn’t just be annoying, it’d be freezing cold as well.
Eve had too much work to complete before the market day to spend time thinking about it, but it was there in the back of her mind nonetheless. I’m sure I’ve seen showers as freestanding, all-in-one units. If we had one of those installed it’d be so much easier than getting in tilers, and glaziers, and painters, and suchlike. I guess we’d still need a plumber to install it, but we’d need a plumber for the toilet installation, anyway.
Taige arrived home fresh and chirpy, bouncing and happy, just as Eve was eating cereal while she Googled shower units.
“What are you checking?” asked Taige.
“All-in-one shower units. What do you think about us having something like this?”
“They aren’t very big, but they’d be way better than hiking through the snow.”
“Exactly what I was thinking.”
“Likely I’ll be living with the w—with Jasper and Cornelian in a few months anyway, but there’ll still be plenty of times when we’re dirty and want a shower, or need to use the toilet. The toilet in particular is going to be essential come winter.”
Eve wondered what Taige had been going to say, but continued the conversation. “Oh yes. Imagine having to put on coats and hats, and scarves and boots, just to go to the bathroom! It’d be crazy.”
“As soon as our first craft market is over, we need to get to planning the internal bathroom. I haven’t got time now. I absolutely have to make some genuine progress on that commissioned hanging. But after the market we’ll need to discuss how everything went and what we need to alter or improve, and we can deal with the bathroom then as well.”
“That sounds fine. My time isn’t quite as pressured as yours. You go start weaving and I’ll clean up here,” said Taige.
“Thanks. Did you have fun last night?”
“Absolutely. How about you? Did you enjoy your date with Jett and Morgan?”
“Yes I did. If they invite me out again, I’ll go.”
“Oh they’ll be back. Jasper said they’re both determined to have you.”
Once again Eve thought there was something Taige wasn’t telling her. It was a strange feeling. Taige was the most open and honest person she knew. She never lied or was deceitful. Likely it was Eve’s imagination. Or perhaps it was just that Taige was in a committed relationship and that was putting some space between them. Well, she couldn’t worry about it now. She really did need to get to work. Deadlines were approaching rapidly and she had to put in some solid hours at her loom.
* * * *
Sard Varg had assembled almost a dozen men in the farthest barn from the community building. He paced the floor, determined to win every one of these men to his side. “First the Alpha decides to take a human, now it’s Morgan and Jett, sniffing around the skirts of a human female. Before we know what’s happened, half the pack will be infiltrated with weak, puny humans. Instead of wolves, the next generation will be human, with no abilities to care for the land or pr
ovide for themselves. The few wolves left will end up supporting a weak, helpless race unable to shift, unable to protect themselves.”
“If we complain about the Alpha’s woman, the Supreme will punish us.”
“But the Supreme hasn’t said anything about Morgan and Jett’s woman. There’s no embargo about attacking her, removing her from the area. We should get rid of the third one as well before some other misguided wolf thinks he’d like to take her,” said Sard.
“That’s all very well, but we need to find our mates. How do you suggest we get a wolf to mate?” asked a much younger man.
Sard had already thought about this. “There are wolf packs all around the world. All we need to do is find one with more females than males and send a delegation there requesting they send us their excess matable women. It’s the obvious solution.”
Sard watched and waited while the men talked over his idea. It was a simple and obvious answer. So simple and obvious he had to wonder why the Alpha hadn’t thought of it himself. Likely the man was just too mean to pay all the airfares and too lazy to do the necessary research and then arrange the paperwork. But once they’d mated with the women, the paperwork would take care of itself.
Sard let them talk for a while longer, until he was sure they were all on his side. Then he said, “Now, we need to get rid of the two other humans at the schoolhouse. Attacking the building, a stone building, is stupid. We need to attack the women and deal with them directly. Those who help me destroy the humans will be the first to get a wolf mate. Who is with me on this?”
Sard let his gaze challenge them all. Everyone stepped forward in agreement.
“I’ll tell you my plan when I’ve decided how we’ll attack them. We’ll destroy those women and retain the integrity of the pack. Then we’ll get our own mates. Agreed?”
A chorus of “agreed” returned to him.