Nashville Nights [Mountain Wolf Pack 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Jane Jamison

  “That’s how it’s going to be, babe. You do what we tell you to do and we’ll make you very happy that you did.”

  “What’s your safe word going to be? Make it something you’d never say while having sex.”

  Wyatt turned her loose then backed away. The muscles in his arm bulged and rippled as he worked the button of his jeans loose and toed off his boots.

  Stone pushed her blouse away from her arms. The cool air floated over the rise of her breasts. “I don’t know. Will cucumber work?”

  “Cucumber it is.” Wyatt’s muscular frame, rid of all his clothes now, took her breath away. His body alone was sexy enough, but he exuded a confidence that had her feeling intimidated. Suddenly shy, she lowered her gaze to the floor.

  Stone slipped the straps of her bra down then tugged her bra cups lower to free her breasts. He let out a sigh, then skimmed his fingers over her nipples. They grew impossibly harder at his electric touch. She was bereft when he stepped away even if it was to start getting undressed.

  “Take off the rest of your clothes, Rae.” Stone’s voice was like molten lava ready to slide over her and melt her into him until she could no longer distinguish her body from his.

  “Okay.”

  The sting on her butt cheek had her yelping and turning toward Wyatt. He held the flogger in his hand and patted the end of it against his other palm. “Why’d you do that?”

  And yet, her question almost died on her lips when her gaze dropped to his huge and very erect cock. His hazel eyes had changed, darkening with lust and untold power.

  “Whenever you talk to us, you should address us correctly. We told you before. He’s Master Stone and I’m Master Wyatt.”

  As was her way, she started to argue, but then thought better of it. She’d like the sound of it earlier, so why not give it a chance? “Yes, Master Wyatt.”

  “Or you can just call us Sir.”

  Stone was rid of his clothes, his jeans dropping to the floor as she turned her attention back to him. Just like Wyatt, he was all muscle, all male, and oozing with a quiet confidence most men never achieved. His cock was bent at the end, and she could already imagine how it would feel when it found her sweet spot.

  She marveled at the two men. The broad expanses of their chests sent a flush of moisture between her legs. Their brown nipples were hard, maybe even as hard as hers. While a sprinkling of dark hair traveled down the hollow between Wyatt’s chest, Stone’s chest was smooth and bare.

  “Yes, sir.”

  The laugh lines around Stone’s eyes came out as his smile widened. “Good. Now that we’ve got that settled, let’s have some fun.”

  An arm wrapped around her and lifted her off her feet. In the next moment, she was slammed against the bed pole with Wyatt’s face an inch from hers. “We’re going to find out how rough you like it. We want to know how you’re feeling, so when we ask you, give us a rating. One means that whatever we’re doing to you is too light and that you can and want to handle more. Two says it’s just right, and three means it’s too painful. Got it?”

  “What? Are we playing Goldilocks and the Three Bears now? Ow!”

  The sting to her bottom had her squeezing her legs together to capture the throbbing of her clit. She licked her lips and saw how his gaze slid over her mouth. “Got it.”

  A pinch at her legs had her squealing again. “Ow.”

  “Got it what?”

  “Got it, Master Wyatt.”

  “Good girl.”

  Wyatt ran a hand down to her jeans then yanked them to the floor. “Kick off your shoes.” Once she had, she stepped out of her jeans then pushed them away.

  A tug later and her new panties, the ones she’d purchased with them in mind, were gone. “Well, that was a waste of money. Ow!”

  Wyatt tilted his head and arched an eyebrow. “Are you a slow learner?”

  “No, sir. Sorry, sir.”

  He lifted the panties to his nose and drew in a long breath. Ecstasy filled his face, and he took in another sniff. “She’s perfect, man. Sweet and ready to eat.”

  Her face grew warm. She wasn’t one to blush, but they were able to make her do exactly that.

  Stone took the panties and a whiff, too. “Fucking delicious. I can’t wait to get my mouth on her.”

  He tugged her away from Wyatt. If she hadn’t known better, she would’ve sworn that Wyatt snarled at Stone. They’d always seemed so rugged, so tough, and yet, she couldn’t help but think they were changing as she was watching. They’d gotten harder, broader, even a little meaner. They reminded her of the caged lion at the zoo. Ready to pounce on its prey at any moment.

  No, that’s not it. They’re like dogs. No. Like wolves. Watchful. Studying me. Patiently waiting to attack.

  The idea was ridiculous, and yet she couldn’t shake it. Couldn’t shake the feeling that she was a very willing prey who couldn’t wait for them to attack.

  Stone pulled her over to the bench. “Sit down.”

  She did and squirmed as the coolness of the leather sent shivers through her.

  “Remember this, woman.”

  Woman? She’d have thought getting called woman like that would’ve made her feel less than the proud, independent woman she was and more like a lowly servant or piece of property. But coming from Stone and doing what they were doing made the term seem tender, even sweet. And definitely sexy as hell.

  “Yes, sir?”

  “Remember that if we ask you a question, you must answer with the truth. If you don’t, if you’re lying, you’ll get a punishment. You must be submissive to us in all ways.”

  Submissive. Again, it was a word she’d never have used to describe her. And yet the word was titillating. Sex was supposed to fun and the game they were playing made it even more tantalizing. “Yes, sir.”

  Wyatt came beside her and lifted the cuffs from its hook. “Tell us, babe. Tell us you’re submissive.”

  “I’m sub—” Saying it was harder than thinking it. “I’m submissive.”

  “Damn, but that’s sexy coming out of your beautiful lips.” Wyatt rubbed his thumb across her lips. His touch was enough to have her pussy clenching.

  He gazed at her with such longing that her body would’ve reacted without his touch. She’d waited far too long for them, and she wouldn’t let the night go to waste. The blood rushed into her nipples and another flood wet her between her legs. She was already losing her cream.

  “Give me your hands.”

  She held out her hands and let him enclose the cuffs over her wrists. The sensation of being restricted wasn’t unpleasant especially since the cuffs were lined with fur.

  “Now get on top of the bench on your hands and knees.”

  She did as he’d told her while they held her to keep her steady. Her hair fell in front of her face and her butt stuck into the air. She tried not to shake, but her nerves got the better of her.

  “Don’t worry.” Stone threaded his fingers through her hair. “We’ll take it easy. We’d never hurt you. You have to know that.”

  “I do. Thank you, Master Stone.”

  “You’re welcome, woman.” Then tugging slightly, he tilted her head back, making her look up at him. He bent and kissed her, hard and wild with a carnal lust that overwhelmed her.

  She moaned, wanting to reach up and take hold of his hair, but unable to do so. Her juices flowed from her pussy to her inner thighs, embarrassing her, and yet filling her with a sense of being all woman.

  Rae couldn’t believe how turned on she was. Wyatt and Stone made her hot just by being near her, but the added part of being submissive to them, of letting them take charge added another element to sex that she’d only dreamed about. She whimpered when Stone broke from the kiss. It hadn’t lasted nearly long enough, and she wanted, hell, needed more.

  “Please, guys, I’ve got to get some relief.”

  She’d meant it only partly as a joke, but the sting on her butt told her that they hadn’t taken it as such.

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p; “No complaining, woman.” Wyatt took her chin and forced her head back. “Use your numbers or your safe word. Is this all too much?”

  “No way, sir. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I like it. A lot.”

  “Your number?”

  “Two, sir.”

  “So far. But if you ever get frightened or need to stop for any reason—”

  “Then I’ll say cucumber.” She saw Wyatt lift the flogger. “Sir.”

  He brought it down on her butt cheek anyway. “Don’t interrupt your master.”

  Her yelp changed into a gasp when Stone leaned over her and put his hand on the crack between her butt cheeks. She arched her back as he slipped his hand lower, nudging at her inner thighs to spread her legs as much as she could on the bench. He bent even lower, bringing his fingers to the slit between her pussy and her asshole.

  Wyatt threw his leg over the bench and wrapped his hand around his cock. “Suck on me, babe. Make it good and you’ll get rewarded. However, if I don’t like it, you’ll get punished.”

  Either way, she figured she’d love it. Flattening her hands on the bench, she lowered her head and drew in his cock. He was huge, his cock pushing at the sides of the mouth and putting her tongue down. She whipped it around him, then sucked and swallowed his taste before it could drool from her mouth.

  “That’s good, babe. Keep it up.” Wyatt’s voice was tight as he tunneled his fingers through her hair.

  Stone eased his way behind her, his cock lying against her leg. He slid his hand farther along and cupped her mons. She let out a sound that lay somewhere between a sob and a whimper as he massaged her labia and her clit.

  Amazingly, she came, exploding onto his hand and moaning her delight over Wyatt’s cock. Her body trembled out the release even as Stone continued to rub her and coax more juices from her.

  “Easy, woman. There’s more to come.”

  She cried out as Stone removed his hand. “No, please, Master Stone, don’t stop.”

  “And don’t you stop, either.” Wyatt jerked her head down again then brushed her hair away from her face. “Suck me off, damn it.”

  Stone put his fingers to his mouth, taking his time to thoroughly suck each one. “Damn, but she’s sweet.”

  Rae was beyond happy. She’d wanted them from the first moment she’d seen them, then even more after their brief, but interrupted time in her apartment. Now she couldn’t wait to have their cocks inside her. They’d unleashed a want so primal that it had to be satisfied.

  “Please, masters. Fuck me.”

  “She’s a pushy little thing.”

  “Yeah, Wyatt, she is. But that’s part of what I like about her.”

  “That and because she’s so soft and sweet.”

  Stone growled out a moan then picked up the paddle from the floor. “I want to see more pink on your sweet ass.”

  The whack against her buttocks felt different from that of the flogger. It still hurt and the pain morphed into pleasure as it had before, but it was lighter. Did that mean he could spank her more? Harder? Her answer came in a series of two hits, one for each butt cheek. She cried out, moaning in pleasure, telling him she could take even more.

  “Please. That’s a one. Please, make it a two, sir.”

  Yet when Wyatt attached two clamps to her nipples, she feared she’d gone too far. She yelped, the pain in her voice evident.

  “How are you, Rae? Give me a number now.”

  She started to say three, then backed off as the pain morphed into something more. Something better. “Two, sir.”

  “You’re sure? Are you lying to me?”

  “I’m sure, Master Wyatt.” She lowered her head and opened her mouth, taking him back inside. That was one way to make him believe her. He groaned and tugged her hair back, helping her to lift her head up and down, releasing him then dragging his cock back in again.

  * * * *

  Stone hadn’t gotten into sex play much until Wyatt had opened him up to the idea. Even then, they’d only done it a few times. It had never seemed quite right with other women. Yet they hadn’t abandoned the idea. It was as though they’d both realized, even without talking about it, that once they found the one woman they’d share for the rest of their lives, then the sex play would come together, adding that special element to their relationship.

  Yet when Wyatt had taken Rae straight to the huge bedroom, he’d been afraid that his friend had jumped the gun. Now he was glad he hadn’t stopped him.

  He hadn’t been able to keep his mind off her since first seeing her on stage. After their encounter in her kitchen, he’d dreamed of her, of having her at their mercy. It was a strange thing to think. They were the ones who were at her mercy. She had all the power over them that she could ever want. All she had to do was say whatever she needed and they’d give her that and the world.

  Rae was their perfect woman. Even without the connection, their bodies’ overwhelming acknowledgment that she was the one they yearned for, they would’ve still chosen her. She had a body that any man would die for, intelligence that would keep them interested long after their looks had faded, and talent that was worthy of world recognition. Her heart was as big as it could be, and judging from her insistence to return the car to them, she wasn’t greedy or high maintenance.

  He pulled open the nightstand drawer and brought out the tube of lubrication. “Woman, do you like it doggy style?”

  Wyatt shot him a hard look. Werewolves didn’t like the word doggy.

  Rae turned him loose and shook her head. “I don’t know, sir.”

  “Are you saying you’ve never had it from behind? You’ve never had a cock in your asshole?”

  “N–no, sir.” She gave them a furtive look as though she were worried about displeasing them.

  “It’s okay. We’ll take it slow.”

  He’d assumed from her confidence and her looks that she’d had lots of experiences. Maybe not in bondage, but in the more mainstream forms of sexual play. He’d have to be careful with her. He and Wyatt exchanged another look, each telling the other to go slower than they’d planned.

  His inner wolf roared, wanting him to forget about her inexperience and take her. As their mate, she’d have to get used to doing it their way, whether or not she was prepared. He snarled, too low for her to hear, but the warning was meant for his inner animal and not for her. The wolf snapped at him, tearing at his gut, pushing at his resolve to stay human. It would be so easy to give in, to let his wolf take over, but it was too soon. To frighten her away now would rip out his soul.

  He got back onto the bench and ran his palm over her skin. She flinched, probably thinking he was about to shove his cock inside her without any warning.

  “Easy, Rae. I’ll let you know. Just breathe.”

  Wyatt moved away from her, sensing that having her suck on his cock while Stone took her from behind would be too much for her. His cock glistened with her saliva.

  Stone got behind her and squeezed a little of the gel onto the dip above her crease. She flinched again and tried to crane her head around to watch. She was like a young filly learning how a saddle would feel.

  Taking his time, he slid the cool lube down inside the crack and around the outside of her anus. She mewled, and trembled a little. He circled her longer than he normally would have, then added another dab of the gel to his hand and started again.

  “It’s just my fingers, Rae.”

  He slipped first one finger then another into her hole. Her muscles contracted, grabbing hold of him and dragging him inside. “That’s it. Remember to breathe.”

  Wyatt went to his knees beside the bench so he could get a good glimpse of her pussy. “Her nipples are hard as rocks, especially with the clamps. But it’s her pussy you should see, man. She’s sopping wet.”

  Stone’s cock twitched as he watched his friend slip his hand underneath her. If he didn’t get his cock inside her soon, he’d explode and come too early like a teenage boy getting his first lay. He g
ritted his teeth and concentrated on taking his time loosening her up.

  But Wyatt was making that hard to do. His arm moved as he rubbed her, her breathing growing more ragged.

  “She’s hot, man. Hurry up. I’m not going to wait much longer.”

  “Shut the fuck up, Wyatt. It takes time.”

  “Can’t wait, man.” Wyatt stood up and sat down on the bench with his back to her. “Here I come.” Taking her by the arms to keep her steady, he lay back and pulled her body over his into the sixty-nine position. “Suck it in again, babe.”

  Rae lowered her body and brought his cock back into her mouth. Wyatt’s hands gripped her hips as he lifted his head and started feasting on her pussy. She cried out, bucking backward toward Stone.

  Stone slapped her ass again, then pumped his fingers inside her harder. Like Wyatt, he’d waited far too long to have her, and he wouldn’t last much longer.

  The sounds of Wyatt lapping up her juices brought it all to a head. The sight of her going down on his friend as Wyatt laved her cunt was more than any man could stand for long. And with Stone’s wolf still clawing at his insides to be set free to claim her as their mate, he could no longer resist.

  She was his woman, and he’d show her he was one of her men. He pushed his cock against the warm skin of her tight rings and dug his fingers into her ass. She rocked back and forth sucking on Wyatt’s cock as Stone pushed his way, inch by agonizing inch, into her asshole.

  Her anal walls clamped around his cock, pulling him in as they’d pulled in his fingers. Although he’d had anal sex before, entering her brought him to a different level of pleasure.

  The noises she made had grown more animalistic, more like the sounds werewolf mates made, and he took that as another sign that she was the right one for them.

  “Oh, God.” Her body shivered as she let out an “uh” and rammed her butt against him. “Please, spank me.”

  She hadn’t addressed him the correct way. Yet all he cared about was giving her the pleasure she deserved.