Logan's Company [Soldiers of Passion 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Dace Everan

  “Are you ready, Celeste?”

  It was the voice of her best friend Jin. She rolled her eyes. Only she would, for the hundredth time, wonder what in the hell had possessed her parents to call her Jin! She was not of that mystical being! She was a werewolf not a genie. Why name her Jin? She gave her head a mental shake.

  “Fine,” she answered curtly. She had been told that Logan would be allowed to punish her in front of everyone. That way if there were any objections to his punishment of her, she would have several to stand for her. She swallowed the lump in her throat. She had a feeling no one would stand for her. “Let’s get this over and done with,” she grumbled, straightening her shoulders and pushing out her full breasts.

  Logan stood stone still as silence fell over the crowd. As he watched the sight of Celeste enter from the trees, his dick hardened. Shimmering white encased her elegant form. Her raven hair hung over her shoulders in cascades of silkiness. Her chin jutted out, which told him she was in for a fight, but the clenched fists at her sides told him a whole other story. She was terrified. “You will not step in when I punish her. Do you understand, Farron?”

  Farron gave a nod, his eyes glued to the beauty walking his way.

  “You can hold her hair for me, though,” Logan added, a sly grin marring his handsome face.

  Celeste was placed in front of both men and pushed to her knees by her parents, each placing a hand on each of her shoulders. Once on her knees she bowed her head and waited. Logan raised a brow. Was he allowed to deliver her punishment now? Was there some other step? His gaze clashed with Dolan’s.

  “I hereby declare Celeste, my daughter and firstborn, the bitch of Alpha pack leader Farron Weldering and his second, Logan Brine. Do any of my fellow brethren have objections?” His gaze scoured the crowd.

  A deafening silence fell over the crowd. Logan’s palm itched to take Celeste and bend her over, to slam his open palm against her naked ass, then claim her with Farron and make her theirs. He waited, breathing evenly, and waited for any dumbass to speak up.

  Dolan gave a nod. “I then give my firstborn to you Farron and Logan.” With those words, drums slowly came to life, a low, deep, penetrating sound that haunted even Logan. He rolled his shoulders, readying himself for what he was about to deliver to Celeste. He watched as her lower lips quivered but her gaze never strayed from his. She was a stubborn one, all right. His lip half curled and her pupils dilated from that mere smirk he offered her.

  “Bend over, Celeste.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Celeste’s gaze darted to Farron. He was actually going to allow Logan to hurt her physically? Her eyes darkened and she glared at Farron before complying with Logan’s order. She had no choice. Not out here in front of both packs. When Logan lowered to his own knees beside her, his large hand caressing the swell of her ass, she shivered. She nearly shook her head in argument but held fast. She would not show weakness in front of these people, her people and the new people she would help guide. When the cool air of the night cascaded over her naked ass, she stiffened. How dare he!

  She released a low growl.

  “Oh poor pet. Don’t like being displayed for everyone to see,” Logan provoked, his hand gentle but firm as he rubbed her ass cheeks.

  “Just get it over and done with,” she muttered, turning her face away from him.

  Logan chuckled, nodding to Farron. She made it way too easy to annoy her. He would break her of that nasty habit soon enough. She needed to know he preferred complete submission from his women when it came to punishment. That, and this was not something he completely enjoyed. “You may hold her hair, Farron, and make sure her face is in my vision,” he ordered and Farron lowered to his knees on the other side of her, gentle as he gathered her silken strands, bunching them in one fist and turning her head till she faced Logan. He needed to see her face, see the degree of pain he was inflicting on her. He didn’t want to seriously hurt her. He just wanted to let her know she had done a great wrong to him. He needed to see the sorry in her eyes.

  Logan kept his one hand on her firm, naked ass as he leaned down and nuzzled her neck inhaling, her scent. “Fucken scrumptious,” he moaned, nudging her with his nose, his gaze clashing with hers. “By the time I am done with you… you will be begging for the both of us to fuck every part of you,” he whispered and grinned as her eyes widened and her pupils grew into large, dark orbs. Ooh, pretty pet liked that. He gave Farron a nod. “Hold fast, my friend and do not”—he looked at Celeste’s hair bunched in his fist.—“release her.”

  Farron gave a nod and his gaze darted to where Logan’s hand lay on the curve of Celeste’s ass cheek.

  Celeste rocked forward with the first sharp smack against her naked ass. She bit her lower lip holding in the cry from escaping. Her ass stung and a hot burn was quickly taking over. “That’s for jumping me.” Another smack and again Celeste stiffened. “That’s for biting me!” the next one came before he even finished his sentence followed by five more sharp hard ones.

  Celeste cried out, hot tears burned trails over her face, and she tried to shake her head.

  “I”—slap—“do”—slap—“not”—slap—“like”—slap—“my”—slap—“life”—slap—“taken”—slap—“away”—slap, slap, slap—“from”—slap—“me!” Slap, slap, slap!

  Logan huffed out a breath and looked at Celeste’s face. Tears trailed down her face. The blanket they had set for her to kneel on had darkened where the tears had fallen. Her ass was bright red and he was sure it burned. He clenched his jaw. He’d never delivered a spanking with anger before nor did he intend to do it ever again. But what Celeste had done. He shook his head. “I do not know you well, Celeste, but right now… I am sorely disappointed that you would be so selfish as to take another’s life into your hands. What I just delivered you was nothing to what should have been done.”

  Her head nodded and more sobs escaped her trembling lips.

  Logan leaned closer. “I want you on your knees, up, pet.” Celeste’s shoulders shook as sobs wracked her and she struggled to get to her knees. When Logan crawled to her front, she bowed her head. Logan shook his head, hooking a finger under her chin. “No pet, look at me.” Her tearstained face, watery eyes, and quivering lips met him. “I do believe you owe me an apology,” he whispered, watching as she nodded. Her arms went to rise as though to hug him. “Nope. You will apologize then I will decide whether you deserve kindness.”

  Celeste sobbed out. Hurt filled her, not pain from his spanking, but hurt deep in her heart. She had wronged this man and made him something he had had no desire to be. “I am sorry,” she said in a gravelly voice, her gaze on Logan’s.

  Logan nodded, holding his arms open. “Apology accepted.”

  Celeste fell into his arms in a ball of sobs, her arms hugging around his waist, the words spilling from her mouth. “I am sorry, so sorry,” repeated over and over. She was barely aware that Farron had rounded her and hugged her from behind, or that one of her arms had snaked back and hugged him right back.

  Logan rested his chin on the top of her head and looked Farron in the eyes. “She needs a moment.”

  Farron nodded. He would wait all night if need be.

  Celeste hiccupped, exhaustion taking her over. Her eyes drooped and she slumped against the warmth surrounding her. Her ass was heated and stinging but in no way was hurting like she thought it would be. Her throat felt hoarse but she was sure she hadn’t made a peep.

  “Sorry hon, but you can’t sleep just yet.”

  Her whole body shot to life at Logan’s husky drawl. Her eyes flew open and she sniffled, giving her head a shake. They would still take her? After what had just happened?

  “Shhh, hon, you still have an Alpha here who is eager to claim his beautiful bitch,” Logan purred, gently rubbing her ass.

  Celeste groaned out at the feel of Logan’s large hands massaging her sore ass. “But—”

  “But nothing. You will give yourself to your men,” L
ogan proclaimed.

  Celeste whimpered and buried her face against his chest. “I don’t want to do it here,” she whispered, shame filling her that she felt so vulnerable right at that moment. She felt Farron’s hands on her hips, his erection pressed against her ass.

  “Celeste… it is your duty,” he murmured against her ear, littering kisses along her neck, over her shoulder then back, and nipping the base of her neck. Her body arched at his nip. His hands rose, sneaking beneath her dress and cupping her breasts in his hands. “Mmmm,” he hummed, cupping her globes of flesh and squeezing them. She leaned back into him and fell mindlessly into the pleasure his hands offered. She shivered when cool air swept over her tummy, causing her to suck it in. She sighed as Logan guided her arms upward and she felt her dress drag along her arms and over her head. Her eyes slowly closed and she slumped into the pleasure her two men’s hands generated.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Farron grasped her tits in his hands, his thumb and forefinger pinching her nipples into hard nubs. He rubbed his dick against her ass and dragged his teeth along her neck, down over her shoulder, and bit. The squeak that escaped her made his dick harder and his animal growl. Her hips rolled against him and he fought not to come all over her.

  Logan settled on his back and grinned when Farron guided Celeste to drape herself over him. Her mouth was hot and hungry as it took his in an eager kiss. His hands roamed her heated flesh as he felt Farron readying to take their mate. Her whole body froze when the head of Farron’s cock pressed against her seeping pussy. She huffed out a heavy breath and her eyes with his. “Ready, baby?” he asked, catching sight of Farron’s hand take hold of Celeste’s shoulder out of his peripheral vision.

  Celeste gave a nod and her eyes widened when she felt Logan’s fingers skim over her pussy.

  “Wait, Farron. Slow and steady, my friend.” He moaned as his fingers slid through Celeste’s warm juices. He circled her clit, slow and steady, and then flicked his finger over the pulsing nub. She released a squeak and at the same time shoved back against Farron, her eyes widening further then slamming shut as she released a grunt.

  “Shh, baby…breathe,” Logan coaxed, glad Farron went still, allowing Celeste to adjust to his girth and length in her virgin pussy. His fingers slowly circled her clit. “Feel it, Celeste. Feel the way Farron fills you.”

  Celeste’s eyes shot open when she felt Farron finger her anus. She shook her head. No way in hell. Farron already filled her so much and she had had no idea it would hurt like that. Her eyes squeezed shut as her brain tried to figure out all the feelings whirring through her. Farron filling her cunt. Logan fingering her clit. His mouth nipping at her nipples. One at a time. Suckling them, nipping them. Farron’s finger massaging her anus, slowly penetrating her. She cried out, her body moving forward to shove back against Farron’s thick cock. Yes! That was what she wanted. She rocked against Farron’s cock, and her eyes shot open when his fingers were buried in her ass.

  Logan chuckled. “Now we are ready,” he praised.

  Celeste cried out at the loss of Farron’s dick from her cunt. No, she wanted him in her! Filling her, now.

  “Shh, my love,” Farron whispered over her shoulder, rubbing the tip of his dick against her ass.

  Celeste’s eyes rolled at the sensation. Logan’s thick finger continued to assault her clit. She mewled out, wanting to be filled. “Please…” she begged, wanting one of them to fill her. She stilled when she felt her hair being bunched up and her head being pulled back. She looked over her shoulder at Farron as he held her in place.

  “Mine, Celeste. You are mine,” he declared, slamming into her ass.

  Celeste cried out, whimpering as Logan fingered her clit erratically and Farron took her ass fiercely.

  Farron pulled from her and easily flipped her over and helped Logan guide her onto his weeping cock.

  “About fucking time, man!” Logan growled, his dick pulsing as it sank into Celeste’s ass. He sighed and hugged her close, his hands cupping her tits. “Open your eyes, baby. Look Farron in the eye when he fucks you,” he ordered and grinned with pride when Celeste opened her eyes. They both waited patiently as Farron cleaned his thick cock before he would take her weeping swollen pussy. Her legs spread as Farron knelt between her legs, his dick grasped in his own hand.

  Celeste whimpered at the sight. “Give me, please, Farron,” she pleaded, bucking her hips toward him, crying out in ecstasy at the feel of Logan’s thick, rock hard dick buried in her ass.

  Farron chuckled and watched as Logan’s hand glided down Celeste’s lean body and his middle and forefinger spread her pussy lips, exposing her bright pink, stimulated, glistening pussy to him.

  “Lick her, Farron. Lick her back to front then suck on that sweet pink nub,” he ordered.

  Farron did as he was told and her taste exploded in his mouth. He growled and ran his tongue slowly up her slit till he hit that exquisite pink nub and he closed his mouth around it and sucked. Celeste cried out and jerked against Farron’s face. Her hands pulled at his hair as he continued his assault on her clit. She gyrated her hips, and stars sparked in her vision at the overwhelming feeling Logan’s dick generated in her ass. Her breath caught in her throat and she was sure she would rip out of her skin right then and there.

  “Ride it, baby.”

  Celeste cried out at the soft beckoning tone of Logan’s voice. His hand squeezed her tit and she arched her back. Her clit getting tugged by Farron’s teeth. Her ass clenching around Logan’s dick.

  “Now, Farron.” Logan growled, feeling his balls tighten to that uncomfortable state. But so close to that ever-so-desirable outcome he was so close to.

  Farron growled and slid his body the length of Celeste’s and guided his dick into her welcoming warmth. Her legs wrapped around his hips and he grasped at her thighs. He inhaled a steady breath and locked gazes with Celeste. He concentrated on her beautiful eyes as he thrust slowly in and out of her. He felt her hot breath, felt her pussy pulse around him, felt Logan’s dick slide against his through the flesh of Celeste’s insides.

  Yes, this was his place. In Logan’s company. Logan was the one to make them whole. Without him he and Celeste would not have been complete. He quickened his pace and watched as Celeste reached back, grasping a handful of Logan’s hair with one hand and reached for him, latching her hand on his shoulders. He smiled as she shifted her body just perfectly into their steady rhythm of thrusts.

  Celeste mewled out at the onslaught of sensations rearing through her. As the searing hot sensations tore down her and spread in the pit of her belly and exploded, she screamed out, her hand pulling on Logan’s hair as her hips bucked ferociously against Farron. She panted heavily and begged for more. Her body quivered between the two of her men. She turned her head till she could bite on Logan’s arm as Farron quickened his pace. The gasp he had on her hips tightening as his growl seemed to flow over her. “Now, Farron!” Logan growled from beside her head. Farron only nodded and Celeste felt it. Liquid hot warmth filled her. She hummed and her eyes squeezed shut as she felt the essence of both her men shoot into her. Her mouth was taken in a hungry kiss. She hummed and her tongue danced with Farron’s till it slowly languidly, stroked his. His hips slowed to a smooth stroke. All three surrounded in their own scent, their own heat. “I love you, my mates,” she whispered, her eyes closing and her body easing against Logan and welcoming the weight of Farron. Her hands went limp as she slowly drifted into a warm bliss of comfort between her men.

  * * * *

  Logan gazed at the ominous trees. He could hear wolves, his brethren, howling in the distance. His eyes closed and he let the cool air of the night drift over his naked body.

  “It haunts your soul if you go away from us, Logan.” Celeste’s soft voice appeared from beside him. Her warm body pressed against his side. Her arms wrapped around his waist and he grasped the banister in a white-knuckled grip at the odd feeling ripping through his soul. “Farron and I have to be w
ith you, Logan, when you go to this place he told you of.”

  Logan shook his head as real fear gripped him. Celeste out there, open to a possible attack from the people who was capturing those like Harley? Hell no! “Not happening. You will stay here.” Her teeth bit into his arm with a piercing puncture.

  “I go where my men go,” she stated, tightening her grip on him. “We are bonded.” She stood up on tip toes and kissed the underside of his jaw. His dick twitched and he grabbed her by the arms, backing her up against the railing. “Enough, Celeste! Did you not get enough earlier?” Her giggle sent pleasurable shivers down his back.

  She nipped out at him catching his neck. “No, I think you have awoken the beast in me.”

  Logan snorted. “The beast was already there.”

  Celeste lifted herself up and wrapped her legs around him. “Please Logan…” she pleaded, turning sad eyes and a pouty lip on him.

  Logan pulled her close, his hand gripping her hair. “Go wake up Farron,” his lips whispered over hers. “We have plans to make and I need to get on the move before you two suck me further into your world.” With those words, he released her and walked to the end of the deck.

  Celeste huffed and hopped from the rail. She ought to follow him and slap his ass. But she was pretty sure she would get a repeat of earlier. She licked her dry lips. She wasn’t sure if she could take that vulnerable feeling again. She bit her lip, looking at his silhouette still contemplating whether to go after him.

  “I will spank you, Celeste,” came Logan’s soft voice from the other end of the deck.

  Those few words with that tone sent her scurrying into the house.

  * * * *

  Farron spread out the map, Celeste already placing the lead weights to hold the map flat. “I spotted the compound a few years back. Father assigned soldiers to watch over it and keep track of who or what came and went.”