by Cara Adams
She was combing her hair by the time the last man emerged from the shower and began drying himself. She left the towel around her body, wishing she’d thought to pack clean panties in her purse.
Roderick picked her up in his arms and said, “Where’s the bedroom, Justin?” I suppose that means this is Justin’s house.
“This way.”
Nathanael took a deep blue patchwork quilt off a huge bed and folded it neatly before laying it on a chair in the corner of the room, while Justin pulled the sheets and blanket down enough so Roderick could lay her in the center of the bed. The men climbed after her, with Nathanael and Justin beside her and Roderick next to Nathanael.
“Is there an alarm clock here? My cell phone is back at the barn,” said Rick.
“There’s one in my room. I’ll bring it in here. What time do you want to get up?” asked Nate.
“Six.”
“Six? It’s got to be after one already,” complained Siyandra. Hell, she wanted six hours’ sleep at least. Seven would be even better.
“You can go back to sleep after we get up in the morning,” said Roderick, leaning over Justin and kissing her forehead.
Ah, so they’re planning to fuck me again. I think I’ll like that. It was very intense with Rick in my cunt and Nate in my ass. But it was hard to concentrate on sucking Justin properly and giving him a good blow job. Maybe I’ll get better at that over time. Hmm. I wonder who’ll take me where in the morning. I guess they’ll all want to experience each position. Not until them will I be truly claimed. She snuggled into the pillow. Who could have ever imagined I’d get all three of them? That’s an amazing response. So good. So very good.
* * * *
It only seemed like minutes later when she was being rolled onto her belly and thick fingers were teasing around her ass. Something cool and slippery was pushed inside her and she woke to the sure knowledge that her men were awake and ready for action. Judging by the cock inches from her eyes, very ready for action.
“Come a little closer, Nate. I can’t suck you all the way over there.”
“Have you ever deep throated anyone before?” he asked.
“Not very well. At a pajama party we all practiced on a dildo, but I wasn’t all that good.”
“Breathe through your nose and ignore your gag reflex and it’ll be easier for you.”
She nodded but she wasn’t quite sure. Still, if she was going to be living with three men the sooner she mastered the technique the better.
The fingers in her ass were incredibly demanding and she pushed back on them wanting so much more. “I’m ready, Rick. Put your cock in there now.”
A hard slap landed on her ass, but it only made her hotter. She really needed these men right now. Two orgasms last night had by no means quenched the fire burning deep inside her. Rick turned her across the bed, rolled her onto her side, and lifted her upper leg so he could push his cock into her ass. It took a few minutes, then he slid deep inside her. There was a slight burn but not much. The gel had stretched and opened her and she was more than ready to take him. Justin held her hip and lifted her body slightly to push one of his legs underneath her, then his cock was sliding into her cunt. Once again, the second cock inside her forced her tissues to open wide to expand and accept the men. It was pressure, but no pain. Just a feeling of extreme fullness, and possession. The kind of possession she loved. It made her theirs. She belonged to them and they were hers.
When both men held her wedged between them they wiggled to the side of the bed and let their heads slide off the bed. Ah, this was to make deep throating Nate easier. Now she understood. He held his cock at her mouth and she licked across the head. Already there was a tiny bead of pre-cum in the eye of his cock. He tasted different from Justin. Justin was mostly bland but slightly salty. Nate, however, was quite spicy. Good. She liked that they were all different. They were all unique individuals and she needed to be able to recognize them apart. Even in their wolf shapes she’d known instantly who was who. Their personalities remained unchanged whether they were wolf or human. But having different flavors of seed was good to know as well. She hoped Rick tasted different again. Undoubtedly she’d soon find out.
The men set a fast pace, ramming in and out of her, driving deep and arousing every nerve ending in her body. Rick’s hands were on her hips forcing her back onto his cock on every stroke, then letting her push forward onto Justin’s cock when it was his turn. Damn that was erotic having them move contrapuntally like that. The speed and penetration was frying her brain in super quick time.
“Deep throat me now, Siyandra. Do it. Open the back of your throat now.”
Nate’s cock pressed against her throat and she did as he’d asked, breathing deeply through her nose and ignoring her gag reflex. His cockhead went down and she took all of him. By the third or fourth time he slid down her throat she was relaxed enough to gargle around his cock. At the same time she squeezed her cunt and ass muscles waiting until both cocks were halfway so she doubled the effect, catching both of them. All three men groaned so she knew she’d gotten her actions right.
On the very next stroke Justin hit her G-spot and she shattered. Her scream was muffled by Nate’s cock, but it still had her mouth filling with Nate’s cum and she felt a burst of heat in her ass indicating that Rick had come as well. She couldn’t do anything though, as her body shook and quivered with the power of her release. As he’d done last night Rick began pinching her nipples, encouraging her orgasm to continue racing through her. Justin must have watched Rick last night because his fingers were on her clit, rubbing the little button. When Justin dug a fingernail into her clit she screamed again as a second, harder, orgasm hit her. Siyandra sank into the mattress too limp to do anything. Damn, these men were amazing. She’d had more orgasms in the last twenty-four hours than in the previous twenty-four weeks. And harder ones too. She might die of pleasure if she mated these men. But what an awesome way to go.
While she dozed in the bed she was aware of Nate and Rick changing into their wolf form presumably to run back to the barn and collect everyone’s clothing. She guessed Rick would go up to his own apartment, shower and start work, while Nate would get dressed and bring Justin’s things back here.
“Do you want some breakfast?” Justin asked her.
“No, thank you. Just wake me up when you’re ready to leave for work so I can ride the quad bike back to the barn.”
Light kisses dropped on her forehead. The next time they woke her she felt much more alert and was perfectly ready to put the quad bike back where it belonged and return to the women’s barracks for her shower and breakfast. As she did she mulled over something Rick had said. She couldn’t quite remember it but it was something about being too busy. Overloaded with work. Maybe there was some task or project she could do for him. She wouldn’t interrupt him at work, but she’d definitely say something when he next was relaxing with her.
* * * *
The papers for the sale of Tom Moore’s majority share of the BDSM club were all drawn up and ready to be signed but it was really bothering Roderick that he still hadn’t discovered who was behind the minority shareholder. All his IT staff, Gowan and Yaro, had been able to discover was a series of shell companies going nowhere. They also had a strong belief that Jeremy John Rinehart III’s henchman, Mr. Green, was involved somehow, very likely through Rinehart’s slippery accountant Sammy.
Gowan and Yaro had also become convinced a company called Jackson Recruiting was not particularly honorable and were currently looking for links between Jackson, Sammy, Green, and Rinehart. So far unsuccessfully.
“Dammit.” Roderick sat at his computer and pulled up his phone contacts. The ones he didn’t want crammed into his cell phone but still used occasionally. In the case of this number, he’d never used it, but had kept it just in case.
Attorney Sierra Bond was widely considered to the one of the smartest young attorneys in the United States. Her win rate in court was outstanding
, and had now reached the level where even seasoned older attorneys thought twice about opposing her. Despite considering their case to be watertight, the mere fact she was on the other side of the argument was enough to make them worried there were things their client hadn’t confided in them. And that she was sure to mention at a truly inconvenient point in the procedures.
She was also a good friend to the shape-shifters, regularly helping them when they struggled against the legal system. And finally she tended to be escorted everywhere by two imposing and attractive men. Many people thought they were body guards. Within the shape-shifter community they were known to be wolves. Within the ménage shape-shifter community some people wondered if they were her mates.
Roderick only knew that he wanted an answer he couldn’t find out, and even though her help was likely to be horrendously expensive, he was certain she could get it for him.
The phone rang. “Bailey and Bond, attorneys at law.”
“My name is Roderick Cooper from the Cooper’s Farm community. I have a legal question I was hoping Ms. Bond could answer for me.”
“One moment please.” He heard computer keys clacking, then a pause, and finally a click. “Yes, Mr. Cooper, Ms. Bond will contact you after close of business today. What is your phone number please?”
He gave the number, said thank you, and hung up from the call. Did the assistant have some kind of shape-shifter database she’d checked him on? Just accessing the Cooper’s Farm website would have told her a lot about cabbages and onions, and a little about their experimental crops, but it gave no hint of their shape-shifter status or of anything personal about the community. Oh well, she’d agreed to cal him back, so it was all good.
He shrugged and got on with the million other tasks on his to-do list, but the knowledge the attorney would be contacting him later remained in the back of his mind, so when Okapi told him she was on the line at a little after seven that night he had the relevant files ready and waiting on his desk in case she asked him questions he needed to find answers to.
“Thank you for returning my call, Ms. Bond.”
“No problem at all, Mr. Cooper. How can I help you?” Her voice was pure and crisp. He could imagine her holding the attention of a jury as she laid out a case. “I’m about to purchase the majority share in the local BDSM club. It used to be really well run and popular, but recently the minority owner has started introducing things that are more porn than BDSM.”
“Such as what?”
Quickly he explained about the woman being beaten. Then he said, “It would really help me if I knew who this minority owner was.”
“I can see that it would. When is the deadline for you to sign the paperwork?”
“I can hold off for up to a week.”
“It shouldn’t take that long. What’s your e-mail address?”
He gave it her and she asked him to spell out the names of the various people he thought might be involved. “I’ll contact you later. Good night.”
“Thank you very much. Good night.”
Roderick stood up from his desk and smiled. He knew she’d get the answer for him. He’d decided to buy into the club regardless of who it was. But it made sense to know who he was up against so he could plan to remove them and buy out their share as well. The Cooper’s Farm Werewolf Pack was going to be the sole owner of that club and going to run it properly and still make a profit.
He knew the process might take quite some time, and wouldn’t necessarily be easy, but that was his plan. He needed to talk to Purvis and Heath and tell them of their future role in the plan. That way they could be working out how to run the club more efficiently without resorting to tacky ways to make money. Their first task would be to think of a proper name for the club. “The BDSM Club” was a stupid name. Also, he wanted a new name associated with the new owners.
He texted Heath and Purvis. He’d talk to them now.
Chapter Four
Today was Nala’s mating ceremony to Katungi and Rafiki. Everyone appreciated quiet, shy Nala, and her herb garden was very much a community project. It was an excellent way for the community to have fresh herbs themselves, and later they’d be able to sell the excess. Katungi and Rafiki were Kairu’s cousins, and Kairu had been in the first triad to marry. He and Xola had married Esther, the woman who’d taught her how to ride the quad bike.
Today was Nala’s special day and the entire community was standing in the town square waiting for her to come out of the women’s barracks and the ceremony to begin. Katungi and Rafiki were both looking incredibly handsome in tuxedos. Siyandra knew Nala had bought a traditional long white dress, with a floor-length veil and a train for her wedding. Tanisha had done Nala’s fingernails and toenails in a delicate pink. But there was no way Siyandra would offer even a hint about Nala’s outfit to anyone outside the building. It was Nala’s big day and the inconspicuous, yet incredibly emotionally strong young woman deserved today to be her very special happy ending.
When she finally emerged from the women’s barracks with Esther and Mailiki as her attendants, both wearing pale lilac, the entire community sent up a roar of approval. Her two mates stood either side of her and promised to love and cherish her forever and then champagne corks popped and everyone toasted the newly mated triad.
The rest of the afternoon was spent eating barbecue followed by a red velvet wedding cake and talking to everyone.
Siyandra was amazed, but there was no one in the Cooper’s Farm community she didn’t know. Some she only knew their names and a few details about where they fit into the community, but no one was a stranger. That was a tribute to how welcoming everyone had been to the human woman. Over a hundred people had become her friends in about five months. Amazing.
Also amazing was how handsome Rick looked today. He’d conducted the mating and was also dressed in a tuxedo. The gray threads in his salt-and-pepper hair were more obvious out here in the sunshine, but he was still very virile and attractive. Actually, they made him look even more imposing and distinguished, she thought. And she knew for a fact he had no lack of energy in bed. She supposed he wasn’t that much older than them really, perhaps not even forty-five yet. It was just that the weight of the authority on his shoulders made him seem older. Once again she vowed to help him in any way she could. Maybe by sucking him off tonight. She giggled at the thought, then looked up as Justin and Nate approached her.
Nate licked her ear and whispered, “We have plans for you tonight. They involve handcuffs, vibrators, and nipple clips.”
Instantly her panties dampened but she wasn’t giving in that easily. “I get to handcuff you? Excellent.”
Justin snorted and tried to cover it with a cough.
She moved away from them, taking some slices of beef from the barbecue and adding potato salad and coleslaw to her plate before sitting with April. She loved talking to the three werewolf women. They were always eager to help answer any questions from the human women and wonderful friends as well.
When Nala and her men had been waved away on their honeymoon, the wolves swarmed over the grassed area, tidying everything away, and the human women returned to their barracks to change out of their party clothes. Back in her favorite jeans and boots, and with her comb and clean panties tucked in her back pocket, Siyandra went outside again. Nate and Justin were waiting for her. “Roderick’ll be along in about half an hour,” Justin said.
“Who will conduct our mating ceremony? Roderick can hardly marry us himself.”
Justin shrugged. “One of the other nearby Alphas will do it.”
“There are more werewolves nearby? I didn’t know that.”
“Well, nearby is a relative sort of term. Not nearby as in Coopersville. Nearby as in less than a day’s travel perhaps,” explained Nate.
Siyandra nodded. She understood now. But she was more interested in thinking about the toys Nate had told her to expect. Handcuffs, vibrators, and nipple clips. Wow.
* * * *
Nathanael w
anted to cup her luscious ass with his hands, but there were far too many people still around and they weren’t mated. They hadn’t even asked her to mate them yet. Although it was looking as though she’d agree since she’d mentioned a mating ceremony for the three of them of her own volition. That was great. Now all he had to do was make sure Roderick would agree as well. The man was too damn honorable for his own good. He was determined not to take advantage of anyone. To always put the needs of his pack ahead of his own personal needs, but in this case it was unnecessary. Everyone’s needs would be met by the four of them mating.
Nathanael had known for a long time that either he would never find a woman to mate, or that he would have to share her. The only woman he’d ever wanted was Siyandra so sharing her was no problem because it meant he got her, too. But he knew it was different for Cooper. The Alpha had taken the decision not to find a wolf to pair with and not to apply for a mate. He seemed to think that honor meant he had to find mates for his men before he could marry himself, which was just bullshit. But nonetheless that was how he thought and now the three of them would have to change his mind so they could all be legally mated. Once they’d actually asked Siyandra that was. The three men had best talk about it soon. It might take a while to bash some sense into Cooper’s thick head.
Meanwhile he had plans for tonight. As he’d hinted to Siyandra, they involved handcuffing her to the bed and driving her crazy with desire, using the vibrators as well as their hands and mouths, before they fucked her. He loved to watch her writhing with desire, her skin all flushed pink and her cream dripping onto her inner thighs. She was always beautiful, but when she needed their cocks inside her she was more stunning than ever.
Justin put coffee on the percolator while they waited for Roderick to arrive. He was longer than the half hour he’d suggested but not by too much. There’d been a few occasions when he’d gotten caught up with some crisis and been hours late. They’d need to talk about that because they couldn’t fuck Siyandra without him there as well, and maybe at times like that he should call one or more of them back to the office to help him solve whatever problem had arisen to expedite the issue. That was another example of Roderick’s devotion to his pack. He thought nothing of working a one-hundred-hour week. That was bad enough for an unmated man, but not at all appropriate now the rest of them needed him with them.