A Mate to Share [Wolf Pack Mates 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Cara Adams

  “Bossy subs get their asses paddled,” said Morgan.

  She grinned up into his bright blue eyes. “Really? Promises, promises.”

  But all the time she was thinking about his cock. His cock had a slight bend to the left in it. And that curve had been used to amazing effect the one time they’d made love. He’d scraped it over her G-spot and she’d had to concentrate hard to prevent herself from screaming in ecstasy. Then when they’d both fingered her in the shower she’d come again. She couldn’t help wondering if they’d both fuck her together. Likely it was too soon to be tonight, but at some stage, surely they would. That shower scene had to have been a hint as to their future plans.

  Eve’s fingers flew through the yarn, creating a pattern while her mind focused on the two men. Morgan was less sure of himself and more of a worrier than Jett. Jett had a tougher exterior, but she knew he was as caring as Morgan on the inside. Just a different personality. Both men had been surprisingly gentle and cooperative. They let her be herself, they listened to her wants and needs, and they set themselves to provide the atmosphere and environment where she could be herself. That was pretty amazing for a couple of Doms. People tended to think of Doms as being more bossy and demanding. These men demanded, but they only asked for what she was willing to give and tonight she would be willing to give them whatever they wanted of her. She could always kneel to weave if her ass was too sore for her to sit!

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  They missed the floor show this time at the BDSM club, arriving after the early show and leaving before the late one. Morgan hated having to keep their evening short, but understood Eve’s determination to use all her time for craft. He supposed he really should be glad she agreed to meet them at all. He was almost certain he wouldn’t be able to wait an entire week for another date with her, and a short date was so much better than no date at all.

  He and Jett had spent several hours planning this scene. They wanted to gradually deprive her of her senses, but not so much she might be frightened. Just enough to arouse her. This time they tied her over a spanking bench, pressing her beasts through the holes in it, and cuffing one foot to each side of that end and her hands on either side of the top end.

  Morgan slid under the spanking bench and put clamps on her nipples while Jett pulled a blindfold hood over her head. They’d talked about using earbuds to take away her hearing, but thought that might be a bit too much. The hood was perfect, in that it was not just a blindfold, but because it covered her whole head it also dulled her ability to hear without removing it completely.

  Next Jett handed him a vibrator. Now the fun would begin.

  Because Jett had the more difficult task of inserting his vibrator into her ass, Morgan’s task was to keep Eve on edge and aroused, without ever giving her enough time to think through exactly what they’d planned for her, and of course, not letting her climax.

  Morgan began by sliding a finger into her cunt. Already she was wet and hot. What an amazing woman to be aroused so quickly. She was a treasure and he planned on treasuring her forever. Knowing that it wouldn’t hurt her, he let just the head of the dildo enter her, twirling it this way and that while watching Jett lube her ass and also coat his vibrator with lube.

  He took his dildo out of her cunt and ran it across her breasts, letting her own wet arousal slide over her breasts. Then he ran it over her belly and down, down, down. But instead of touching her pussy he dragged it back up her body again.

  Once he saw Jett starting to insert the vibrator into her ass, Morgan again pressed his one to her pussy entry and let it slide deep into her channel. He wanted her to know and crave the feeling of fullness that could only come from two cocks inside her. But then he took it out and played it up and down her legs.

  Jett was now teasing her spine with his vibrator, so with no warning, Morgan slammed his one into her deep and hard until it was fully inside her cunt. Just as quickly he removed it. He kept teasing her, arousing her until the insides of her thighs were wet with her cream and he guessed the time to play was almost over.

  Morgan nodded to Jett and watched as Jett used the flat of his hand to spank Eve several times on her ass.

  “Would you like to be fucked now?” Morgan asked her.

  “Yes, Master.” Her voice was muffled but sincere.

  “Would you like to be fucked by both of us together?” asked Jett.

  “Yes, please, Masters.”

  “We will discuss the matter and decide,” said Morgan.

  Both men moved away from her, then as quietly as they could they got undressed. There was a thick padded mat against the wall and together they lifted it and placed it very softly in the center of the open space. Their final action was to roll on condoms and for Jett to cover his condomed cock with lube.

  Then, moving together, they uncuffed her hands and feet and stood her up.

  “Tell us what you want,” asked Jett.

  “I want you both to fuck me together, please, Masters.”

  “It shall be as you request,” said Morgan, taking the hood off her head.

  They walked across to the mat, and Morgan lay down, pulling her onto his chest. He teased her with the vibrator in her pussy very briefly, then pulled it out and shoved his cock in. Oh fates, she was so hot and wet. She gripped him like a glove, so tight he couldn’t even move. Her nipple clamps dug into his chest and he could feel how hot her tight pointed nipples were inside them.

  All he could hope was that Jett got organized quickly, because the waiting was going to kill him. He had never wanted a woman the way he wanted this woman, his woman. His beautiful, desirable, talented Eve.

  Morgan rested his hand on her lower back, just above her ass. Jett was teasing her with the dildo in her ass, but Morgan could see how Jett’s cock was waving with desire and knew he’d soon be replacing the vibrator with the cock.

  The very second Jett pulled the toy out of Eve’s ass, Morgan brought his palm down hard on Eve’s butt cheeks, slapping her and leaving his palm print on her skin. Then Jett’s cock was pushing at her opening, and Morgan needed to concentrate on holding her still so his fellow wolf could get into position.

  Finally they could begin fucking her as she needed to be fucked. Claiming her, possessing her, teaching her they were her masters, her mates, her future. Obviously explaining to her that they were werewolf shape-shifters was a conversation they needed to have, but Morgan was certain if they did this right, now, she would be willing to commit to them. So the conversation and explanations would go much more easily.

  He held her hips firmly, as he’d done to prevent her from wiggling. Jett placed his hands a little higher, around her waist, and together they began to seesaw in and out of her, one of them thrusting in as the other withdrew, then changing over. Slowly, slowly, slowly, he chanted in his mind, drawing out each movement as much as he could, while staying in synchronization with Jett.

  Infinitesimally slowly they increased the pace, his dick filling her cunt, then pulling out until only his cockhead was inside her, before he powered down her channel into her welcoming pussy again. Over and over he drove his engorged dick against her silky tissues until finally she exploded around him, and he was free to let himself respond. One stroke, two, then his cock blasted his seed into the condom. He petted and gentled her, as did Jett. One corner of his mind noted they used similar endearments for her, which was interesting. He guessed it symbolized how very compatible they were, and how similar their thinking and reasoning was. That was incredibly important. Two Doms sharing a sub was only going to be successful as long as they were both prepared to cooperate with each other. So far they’d worked together really well. He had to hope they’d always be able to talk things through. Besides, planning a scene with a co-Dom had been very fulfilling, he’d found.

  It was Jett who rolled them all over onto their sides and pulled out of Eve first. He disappeared into the bathroom, returning to open the door to the sound of the shower already running.

  M
organ tugged Eve to her feet and led her into the bathroom. He pushed her into Jett’s arms and into the shower then removed his condom. Oh how he hoped they wouldn’t need to wear these things much longer.

  Jett pointed to the nipple clips, and together they removed them, each of them sucking one breast until the blood was flowing properly again.

  Once more, Morgan was impressed by Jett’s attitude. He could have easily removed both nipple clips while Morgan was getting cleaned up, yet he’d chosen to wait. It proved yet again to Morgan that Jett was an honorable man, a wonderful partner for him with his treasured woman and mate.

  After they’d taken Eve back to the schoolhouse and seen her safely inside, Morgan turned to Jett. “You and I need to plan how we can get her to commit to us. I don’t think I can wait much longer to truly claim her.”

  “It’s not going to be easy without telling her we’re wolves. That’s not exactly full disclosure, you know.”

  “We need to tell her we love her, and how much we want her. Then ask for her promise to commit. I’m not too sure how we do the rest of it. Perhaps we should find out if she likes animals first?”

  Jett clicked his fingers. “The zoo does a romantic night tour program. Let’s go check that out.”

  Morgan smiled. He knew he could rely on Jett. Together they made an unbeatable team. Eve couldn’t possibly be able to resist the two of them working together.

  Chapter Five

  Eve knew there was something the men weren’t telling her. Something about the company they worked for, or—she didn’t know what. But there was something there that didn’t ring completely true. She’d questioned Taige closely and trusted her friend when she swore black and blue that the company was genuine, not a front for a crime syndicate or a cult. Eve knew Taige was both too smart and too honest to be wrong about that, but nevertheless, something, somewhere was off. And it really annoyed her. She hated that there was some vital fact she didn’t know. It was spoiling her relationship with the men, preventing her from relaxing into what had the potential to be a wonderful, fulfilling relationship.

  Meanwhile, the last few days she’d worked harder than she’d ever worked in her life before. She’d completed the design for the new commission for a beach-themed wall hanging and sent it off to the clients for approval. She’d made so many iPad bags, and cell phone holders, and even sunglasses cases, that her collection of leftover yarn was depleted of all her favorite colors. But she now had a good supply of little things ready for sale.

  The coffee-van man turned up with a young female helper. “I’m Nadia. I just wanted to have a quick look at all your cool stuff.”

  “Hi, Nadia. Nice to meet you,” replied Eve, busy trying to decide whether or not to hang a few more framed paintings and a wall hanging in the foyer.

  “I’ll be making the fancier coffees. Mr. Coffee found he had no time to do more than keep up with the line, so people willing to pay a little more can step out of line and I’ll give them something extra special,” she added, batting her eyelashes to show Eve the double entendre was intentional.

  Eve laughed and said, “That sounds exciting. Tell me, should I hang another painting here or not?”

  “Absolutely, hang it. If the clients can’t see it they don’t know if they want to buy it.”

  Eve nodded. Nadia’s words made good sense, and people did gather in the foyer waiting to pay for their parcels, or while Ginnie sketched them.

  That was the last moment Eve had to think as the crowds arrived again, some of them the same people who’d come the week before, bringing friends with them, and she was kept busy displaying their goods and answering questions.

  It was early afternoon and Eve’s stomach was rumbling, making her think she needed to grab an apple or maybe just stop by the hot-dog van, when Taige brought a young woman across to her. “This is Josie. Her boss sent her to choose a wall hanging for their corporate offices.”

  Eve stared at the woman. “Your boss didn’t want to choose it himself?”

  “He trusts me to get something appropriate.”

  Eve gulped. She’d have wanted to see the thing herself before paying, but maybe Josie would send him a cell-phone picture or something. “Sure. Is there one you like more than the others, or would you rather look in the workroom as well before deciding?”

  “Can I see the ones in the other room first please? There’s a couple I like, but I might like something else more.”

  “Sure.” Eve signaled to Taige she was leaving the market room. There was always a risk something might get stolen, but the expensive jewelry was under glass, as were the big paintings. If a few smaller bracelets went missing, they’d just have to accept it, she supposed. Taige would have to move around the room now she was in there alone.

  “I can’t leave here for very long,” she said to Josie.

  “I understand.”

  They walked up the hallway to the workroom. After her experience the previous week, Eve had left her other hangings leaning against the walls and benches, so all were able to be viewed without any of them needing to be moved. That saved a lot of time and meant she could get back to the busy room so much faster. Josie walked slowly past them all, then turned and walked back again. “I’ll take that one.” Josie was pointing at a huge hanging in blacks, reds, and greens. On first look it was a volcano, just beginning to erupt. A closer inspection showed a multitude of animals and even people hiding among the rocks and trees.

  “There was a lot of work to make that one. It’s one of my more expensive hangings.”

  “I can tell from all the detail in it. I like the way you disguise extra tiny details under the bars of color.”

  Eve took the business card with the hanging’s name and her details from the corner of the frame and handed it to Josie. “Thank you very much. If you give that card to Ginnie in the foyer, she’ll take your credit card information and get the details of where it’s to be delivered to. Is Monday suitable?”

  “Reception is staffed from eight until six, so anytime inside those hours will be fine. Thanks, Eve. It’s a stunning creation. It should get us a lot of good comments, and may even bring you some more clients.”

  “Now that would be great.” Eve locked the door behind Josie and hurried back to the market room. Everything seemed to be fine there, so she heaved a sigh of relief. Even if she sold nothing else, the sale of Volcano would be enough to allow her to restock her yarns and buy enough wood and glass to frame all the rest of her hangings ready for the next few markets.

  Eve had known the three of them were a winning team in craft. Between paintings and sketches, jewelry, and yarn craft, there was something there to interest most people who liked craft. Of course, there were dozens or possibly hundreds of other crafts, but there was enough variety between the three of them that when people visited it was likely they’d see something that appealed to them. Also, they all made exclusive items as well as generic ones. That meant that wealthier clients, who wanted something unique and were able to pay slightly extra, could have it designed especially for them. Taige even had a three-year promise line, where she guaranteed not to repeat a design for three years if the buyer paid an extra premium. Quite a number of brides and prom queens took advantage of that idea. It was less expensive than a completely unique design, but three years was long enough for most people to no longer care if someone else’s bracelet or pendant looked like their old one.

  All the time Eve’s gaze had been running over the crowd, watching for people who might have questions, or who needed help. She noticed a man drop down as if he was sitting on the floor or something. She walked over to where he was, hoping he hadn’t fallen over, or become ill, only to see him push a women’s floral purse under the table, stand up, and swiftly move away. Surely he hadn’t stolen some woman’s purse?

  She scooped the purse up and ran after him. “Excuse me, did you forget this?” she asked, tapping him on the shoulder.

  He jumped at her touch, his eyes big and r
ound. “No, no, it’s not mine,” he said, backing away from her, then pushing past some people and hurrying down the hallway.

  Intrigued as much as angry, Eve ran after him. Being slender and knowing the building, she slipped though the crowd much more easily than him and grabbed his arm in the foyer. “Excuse me. I saw you push this purse under the table. Did you take it from someone?”

  “No. No. I never—” The man pulled away from her and bolted out the door. Eve just stared at him, still holding the purse herself.

  Standing at Ginnie’s table, Josie had seen everything that happened. She also had her cell phone up to her mouth, whispering into it. Within a matter of seconds a broad-shouldered, muscular man stood just outside the building, his strong arms wrapped around the young man who’d run away. “Should we call the police, Josie?” he asked.

  “I expect so. Just give me a moment here. Can you open the purse please, Eve?”

  Eve did so, and stared. It was packed with money. “What the fuck?”

  “Don’t touch the cash. The police will want to check it for fingerprints.”

  “I’ve already called 9-1-1. They’re on their way,” said Ginnie.

  Eve handed the purse to Josie. “I don’t understand any of this. But I must get back to the market room. People will be wanting me, and Taige is likely pitching a fit by now.”

  Fortunately, no one in the market room seemed to have noticed anything untoward happening at all. Eve calmly answered questions, displayed jewelry, and sold a couple of Ginnie’s paintings. But all the time her mind was running in circles. Who is Josie? Why did she instantly take control? Is she law enforcement? Who is the young man? Where did the money come from?

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