by Cara Adams
She was so beautiful and so sweet. Even now, cuffed at hand and foot, she was only wiggling with pleasure at his every touch on her delicate skin.
Mark stepped back and got undressed, stopping every now and then to fuck her ass with the butt plug so she wouldn’t realize what he was doing. He piled his clothing against the wall and picked up the box of hand wipes Jarin had left beside the spanking bench. He cleaned his fingers and then rubbed them in her honey before sliding three fingers into her cunt. Instantly she pushed down on him, wanting more, so he used his other hand to fuck her with the butt plug.
Jarin was kneeling beside her, sucking a breast. Okay, it was time to let her have her release. Again Mark crouched over her body and dragged his teeth across her ass, licking and scraping alternately. He managed to tease her cunt and ass a little, but mostly he had to keep his hands still to balance himself in this position. After that he concentrated on fucking her with the butt plug and his fingers.
Jarin lifted the ear muffs off Grace’s head. “Would you like to come?” he asked.
“Shit, yes.”
Jarin slapped her hard. “That is not how you answer your Doms.”
“Yes, Masters,” she said softly.
“Since you don’t know how to address your Masters, I’m in half a mind to send you home with no orgasm,” said Jarin sternly.
Mark was pretty sure that was only a threat. His own dick would explode if it didn’t get inside Grace mighty soon, and he was certain Jarin felt the same.
There was absolute silence and stillness in the dungeon for so long Mark was almost ready to scream from tension. But finally Jarin said, “Very well. You may come.”
Mark slid his fingers back inside her cunt, twisting and reaching for that rough patch of skin which would drive her to release. As soon as he touched it, he pushed the butt plug in her ass and then pulled it out as he scraped his fingers over her G-spot. He repeated his actions, and relaxed as her cream flooded over his hand.
But the most important part of the night was still to come. Not just fucking Grace, which he longed desperately to do, but asking her to mate with them both.
* * * *
Grace opened her mouth to breathe better. Her lungs were compressed in this position and less able to drag the oxygen she needed so much inside her body. For a horrible moment she’d thought Jarin really would forbid her to come. Of course she had a perfectly good vibrator back in her apartment, but it didn’t compare to sleeping wrapped in her men’s arms. Once there and naked, she was reasonably sure she could convince them to fuck her, but Jarin was a damn bossy man and might not have been easy to persuade. However, it was all good. He’d let her come.
Now, hopefully they’d go upstairs to bed and she’d get fucked again, with cocks this time and could sleep snuggled up between them. She loved their cocks. They were so big and powerful and both men knew exactly how to use them to pleasure her. Besides, sleeping between Jarin and Mark was wonderful, too. She always felt so protected and cherished.
Mark was unlocking her ankles but Jarin had moved away. Likely to put everything back in his toy box. Mark had just reached over to unlock her first wrist when bright light beamed through the room. Her eyes were so used to the dimness she had to close them and open them again to adjust to the fluorescent light.
“You had a light after all. That was a good piece of misdirection with the candles then,” she said.
“I wanted you blindfolded but I wasn’t sure if you’d wear a hood or not.”
“No.”
“Why not?” asked Mark. “I’m not trying to change your mind. I just want to know.”
“I had asthma when I was small and used to wake up sometimes struggling to breathe. Even now, if I can’t get air into my lungs properly I need to open my mouth wide or I start having a panic attack. I mean, I never do have a panic attack, but the feeling is there if I can’t open my mouth,” she explained.
“That’s fine. I understand. I can buy a blindfold which only covers your eyes,” said Jarin.
“I guess asthma is pretty scary,” added Mark.
“I never had it that badly, but the feeling comes back to me at times.”
She slid off the spanking bench and stood up, stretching her spine and straightening her arms and legs. Her ass was still deliciously hot from the punishment, yet she was more than ready to be fucked again. Slowly Grace looked around the room, taking in the black walls and ceiling, and the black-painted wooden chest against one wall which she supposed held Jarin’s toys.
In the corner of the room was a mattress, covered with black sheets and laden with three black pillows. Resting at the bottom of the mattress was a thick black blanket.
Grace stared at Jarin. “Am I seeing a theme here with the color scheme?”
Jarin shrugged. “I wanted it to be a surprise. I didn’t want you to see them in the dark.”
“I’ve seen black blankets before, but black sheets and pillowcases? Never. I’m surprised the general store had them.”
Jarin laughed. “I was looking for any dark color that you wouldn’t have been able to see. These ones came in a box of a whole lot of different colors and no one had wanted them. I knew they’d be perfect.”
“Not to mention we don’t have to get dressed, go outside, crawl through that door, and go back into the house just to get undressed again,” added Mark.
“Exactly why I wanted the bed here.”
Grace walked over to the mattress eager to be in bed with her men, but Jarin and Mark both pulled her into their arms and held her tightly.
“Not so fast. We have a question to ask you,” said Jarin.
Grace had a good idea of what it would be about. They’d both spoken before several times of wanting her to mate them. She’d thought it about it on and off herself, too.
She rested back in their arms, watching both their faces. Jarin looked stern, his black eyes fierce and his shoulder-length curls wild about his face. Mark’s entire body was tense. This obviously meant a lot to him but he wasn’t going to try to convince her with words. He was going to leave the decision up to her. He’d always been the reasonable one, the one who would put his own wishes aside to do what she wanted. Lately Jarin had been very good about maintaining his distance to let her make her own choices, as well. How would he manage now?
“Grace, we love you, both of us, truly and deeply. You must know how much we adore you. Please mate us, marry us, make us yours forever, and be ours. A vulture and a wolf, both the worlds you’re part of and both the communities here in Vulture Valley. The three of us together will be a symbol of life here in this community. Three species working together for the ultimate happiness and pleasure of us all,” said Jarin.
“I’ll still need to be alone, to be surrounded by peace and silence at times. That hasn’t changed,” she warned them, watching their faces to see their reactions.
“We know that. It’s part of you and we love all of you totally and completely. We thought that we would all work from our own homes, that way we wouldn’t be in each other’s way all day long. We’ll live in my house, because it’s the biggest, but we’ll also spend time here in Jarin’s house, to use his dungeon. But if you need to take a day or two now and then to be alone in your apartment, we’ll understand and accept that,” said Mark.
Grace felt love for these men race through her bloodstream. They did understand her and accept her. They’d been totally giving and considerate of her needs. How could she not love two men who cared for her so devotedly and were prepared to work things out to suit them all?
“I do love you both very much, and I truly appreciate the way you understand and accept my quirks and idiosyncrasies. I’ll do my best to make you both very happy.”
“You don’t need to do anything. Just be yourself,” said Mark.
“Well, sex now and then as well would be good,” added Jarin.
Grace laughed and dropped onto the bed. “Sex. Hmm. I guess I could do that.”
Ma
rk kneeled beside her. “To mate we have to fuck without condoms and I need to bite you. Wolves bite as they mate.”
“Biting sounds kinky, and once without a condom shouldn’t be a problem. What about you, Jarin? Do vultures bite as well?”
“Of course not. We don’t have fangs. We’re much more civilized,” said Jarin.
Grace giggled, loving the way his personality still shone through even when he was teasing.
Jarin lay on his back and pulled her over him. “Are you ready?” he asked softly.
Was she? Hell, she’d been ready all night. She held his cock at her cunt and nudged the head into her opening. Then she kneeled up and slammed down on him, driving him as deep as he’d go in one stroke. He burned as he parted her tissues, but her cunt creamed all around him as he filled her completely.
Jarin gripped her shoulders and pulled her down, possessing her lips with his and driving his tongue into her mouth just as she’d thrust his cock into her cunt. Happily she kissed him back, letting his tongue tangle and dance with hers, and then stroking her tongue around behind his teeth and across the roof of his mouth. When she pulled back to take a breath, he tugged her arms around his neck and pressed kisses on the soft skin of her inner arms.
Behind her Mark had already opened her ass and was wiggling his cock inside. The butt plug had prepared her well and it didn’t take him long to work his way deep inside her. When his body was pressed tight against her back her cunt poured more honey. This was what she wanted. This was what felt so very right. Jarin and Mark both holding her, loving her, fucking her, and making her theirs.
Instead of pushing in and out together as they so often did, this time Jarin withdrew from her as Mark stayed buried to the hilt. Only as Jarin started to work his way back inside her did Mark start to pull out. The seesaw motion soon had her in a frenzy of need. She was never empty, sure, but she was never full either. She wanted to be full. She wanted both of them to stay inside her. She desired them both like never before.
Frantically Grace wiggled between them, trying to drive them both deep at the same time. Gripping them with her cunt muscles didn’t help as she never had both of them completely and one or another of them could always escape.
“Please, please, please,” she begged.
“Please what,” teased Jarin.
“For fuck’s sake, fuck me properly.”
Both men pulled right out and slammed deep inside her. Grace relaxed, filled right up again. Again they withdrew and this time jack-hammered into her harder and faster.
The third time Jarin hit her cervix he was so deep in her, and the shard of pleasure-pain that lanced through her was like nothing she’d ever experienced before.
Grace screamed, Mark bit deep into her shoulder, and all three of them exploded together. Cum filled her cunt and her ass as her body shook between them. Jarin’s mouth took charge of her lips, swallowing the last of her scream, and Mark licked and sucked over the place where he’d bitten her, soothing her skin and closing the wound.
Grace relaxed. Now they were a family. Now she’d be with these wonderful, caring men forever. Their future living arrangements might be a bit messy, but they’d figure it out because they all loved each other. And every night they’d be in bed together, just like now.
THE END
WWW.CARAADAMSROMANCE.BLOGSPOT.COM
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Cara Adams adores erotic romance, especially ménage, BDSM, and shape-shifters. One day, someone said to her, “Why don’t you put them all in one book?” So she did.
For all titles by Cara Adams, please visit
www.bookstrand.com/cara-adams
Siren Publishing, Inc.
www.SirenPublishing.com