Mold Me [Dungeon Masters 4] (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting)

by Cara Adams

  Dungeon Masters 4

  Mold Me

  Phoenix Moore is fascinated by The Dom’s Dungeon BDSM Club. She’s ready to find out if she’s a sub and to try out some of the amazing toys in the dungeons. One look at Dom Lachlan Campbell tells her she wants him to be her Dom. He’s the hottest man she’s ever seen. And then she sees Lachlan’s best friend, Callum Harris. She wants him, too. But it’s more complicated than that.

  They’re both werewolf shape-shifters and she’s an unknown human. It’s much too dangerous to tell her their secrets until they’re quite certain they can trust her. Meanwhile, the farm behind their land is up for sale. What’s going to happen if a developer buys it and lots of families move in behind them? How will they have any peace and freedom to change anymore? And what if they lose Phoenix before they’ve ever really gotten to know her?

  Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Paranormal, Vampires/Werewolves

  Length: 36,335 words

  MOLD ME

  Dungeon Masters 4

  Cara Adams

  MENAGE EVERLASTING

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

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  MOLD ME

  Copyright © 2014 by Cara Adams

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  MOLD ME

  Dungeon Masters 4

  CARA ADAMS

  Copyright © 2014

  Chapter One

  Phoenix Moore looked up at the delicious-looking security guard accompanying her, and asked, “Can I touch the floggers and whips, please?”

  “Would you like one of our Doms to punish you with them so you could really understand how they feel on your skin?” he asked in reply.

  Phoenix’s knees wobbled with lust at the thought. “I wouldn’t mind you spanking me.”

  “Unfortunately, ma’am, I’m the security guard here to protect you.”

  She was absolutely certain that gleam of light in his black eyes was a lust as strong as her own. “You’re on duty as a security guard now. What about when you’re off duty? Are you a Dom then? You look kind of Domish to me.”

  “The Dom’s Dungeon BDSM Club adheres strictly to the safe, sane, and consensual rule. If you wish to make an appointment with a Dom, I can take you back to reception.”

  “Let’s finish the guided tour first. Is this the only dungeon I’m allowed to visit? Is each dungeon set up the same?”

  “Every dungeon is furnished slightly differently to allow for the different requirements of the Doms, but this one should give you the basic idea of how they operate.”

  He kept talking but Phoenix wasn’t listening to his words anymore. She was certain that this guard was a Dom and equally certain that he didn’t dislike her. All she needed to know was what name he worked under as a Dom so she could book an hour or two with him. Of course, the damn strict rules here likely meant no fucking, but at least she’d learn about whips and paddles and floggers and all these other things that aroused her so badly she urgently needed a date with her cotton-candy-pink vibrator right now.

  Phoenix had met some men from this club at a recent convention she’d attended for her job. The convention had been called “New Directions in the Adult Industry” and the two men, both Doms, had fallen in love with a really sweet woman she’d also met at the convention, Ryia. Phoenix worked for an erotic romance publisher and had been there looking to gather ideas for the publishing company’s future conventions. The company held a convention every second year and was always interested in finding something new to excite authors, readers, booksellers, and librarians. A visit to a BDSM club would be ideal, especially if they could know in advance what kind of stage shows would be held on the various nights so they could advertise them.

  Phoenix liked her sex kinky. Not that she knew much from experience but holy hell, the books she’d read that sent her pulses pounding were the ones with kink, BDSM, and ménages. A Dom to punish her to orgasm and then fuck her to a second orgasm sounded like a free pass to paradise to her right now. And yummy Mr. Security Guard was going to be number one in her bedtime games tonight for sure. It was a damn shame she’d only have him in her mind, not in her bed for real.

  “Are there security cameras in here?” she asked, cutting across his explanation about the St. Andrew’s Cross.

  “No, ma’am. The privacy of our guests is important to us.”

  “Excellent.” Phoenix stepped right up into his personal space, wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his head down to hers, and then kissed him with all the passion that her pent-up hormones demanded. His lips were soft, and he tasted faintly of coffee and more strongly of man. Absolutely as delicious as he looked.

  “Now you can take me back to the registration desk, thank you.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  His voice was hoarse, and even though he turned his back on her quickly she was sure the front of his un
iform was tented by an erection.

  Dammit, I knew it. He does like me at least a bit.

  * * * *

  Damn that little witch. His dick was so hard, if he hadn’t spent three years training in his high school drill team, likely he wouldn’t even be able to stand up right now, let alone walk. Lachlan Campbell concentrated on marching straight-backed up the stairs to the first floor without unzipping his uniform to give his poor cock a chance to get comfortable. She was damn lucky he hadn’t handcuffed her to the St. Andrew’s Cross and whipped her ass, and then fucked her as she’d wanted him to. He sure as hell wanted to do it, too, but not so much he’d lose his job over it. Although it was a close-run decision. He had the distinct feeling she’d be worth getting terminated over.

  At the front desk he passed her over to Juliana, and then stomped straight to the men’s room to ease his dick. He hadn’t been this hard since he was a teenager. But he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Phoenix her name was, and she sure as hell lit his fire. Long black hair, dark brown eyes, and a slightly golden complexion that’d likely tan nicely in summer. Or with his palm on her ass.

  He was still thinking about her after he finished his shift and went home. He had a damn long commute, unfortunately, but it had to be, because he and Callum Harris were werewolves and needed to run regularly. Running in shifted form wasn’t safe anywhere around Richmond except on their own property. So five years ago they’d purchased the old farmhouse, and bought some cattle just to mow the grass for them and make the property look like a real farm. Then they’d set up a running track around their five-acre property. It wasn’t perfect, but over the past few years they’d added obstacles, an electrified fence just inside the borders of their land, and some fruit trees.

  It suited them, apart from the commute. The Dom’s Dungeon was in the entertainment district of Richmond. Their farm was on the outskirts of town, an hour’s drive on a regular day and a nightmare in winter sometimes. The good news was that their farm was on the same secondary road as the Chief of Police’s home, so the road got plowed pretty damn quickly. As long as he could get to his front gate he could get to work, although the journey could take a while.

  None of which had anything to do with Phoenix, but at least his dick had finally stopped aching once he managed to get his mind off her. He opened and closed the four gates between the road and the house, scarcely even noticing them anymore. Each one was wired to the house, though, so no one could approach them that way without them knowing. The electric fence sent messages to the house if it was touched as well, and the cattle never got too close to it. They’d learned real fast to stay clear.

  Lachlan parked his car in the barn and punched his code into the backdoor, which opened into a mudroom with a row of gumboots, snow boots, work boots, and shit-kickers, underneath an equally long row of snowsuits, parkas, raincoats, and heavy winter coats. Once again he ignored them all. They were just part of living in the country. He changed out of his uniform and walked into the kitchen.

  “Something smells good.” He loved it when Callum cooked. Callum was the webmaster for several blogs and websites for animal protection groups and shelters. At times he was so busy he didn’t know what time of the day or night it was. He might work thirty-six hours straight. But at other times, like now, he made the most amazing meals for them. Lachlan could smell the yeasty freshness of hot bread, the spicy goodness of curry, and something else that was sharp and tangy.

  His gaze went straight to the kitchen counter. “Coconut-pineapple cake. Damn, you have been busy.”

  “There are two different kinds of soups chilling in the freezer as well, pumpkin and tomato. I finished updating everything in time for a late lunch and discovered the freezer was almost empty, so I decided to spend the afternoon cooking. I’d like to go for a run after we eat. I haven’t been for a week or so.”

  “I’ll come with you. I need the exercise as well.”

  Callum handed him a bowl of rice and a second one of curry and he took them across to the table, collecting forks on the way. By the time he got back to the kitchen counter, Callum had set out a couple of bottles of beer.

  “You’re right. Beer is much better with curry than coffee.”

  “When we get back from our run we can eat the cake and have coffee. We’ll be ready for dessert by then.”

  “That’ll be something to look forward to. Likely I won’t want to run for long enough, though. I’ll be ready for the cake instead.”

  “No cheating allowed.” Callum laughed and they sat and ate.

  Half an hour later Lachlan leaned back in his chair. “I got really lucky meeting up with you. Not everyone has a best friend who can cook as well as you do.”

  “Except that you’re more likely to starve when I’m really busy and there’s an animal rights campaign going on.”

  “Yeah, there is that.”

  Callum stared at him for a moment and said, “There’s something you haven’t told me. Did anything happen at work today?”

  “Damn, you’re perceptive. There was this woman, Phoenix. An entrancing witch with dark eyes and long, dark hair.”

  “Yeah. That sounds witch-like. Did she have a long nose as well?”

  Lachlan laughed. “No. Her face is beautiful and her nose is perfect. She’s got skin with that faint golden tone that will tan perfectly in summer.”

  “Aha. And you stripped her to check her skin color?”

  “No, but she wanted me to.”

  “What the fuck?”

  “She asked me to spank her and when I said no she kissed me. My dick was so hard I thought it might break when I walked away from her.”

  “If she’s so beautiful, why didn’t you fuck her?”

  “Because I want her, and I want you to see her first. I want both of us to be there when we undress her and fuck her together.”

  It was only when he said it aloud that Lachlan realized that was true. It was exactly what he did want.

  * * * *

  Callum stared at his best friend and his dick did a happy little stretch and wave. Their woman. At last. “Our woman? Are you sure? Tell me all about her.”

  “I don’t know much more about her except that she’s smart and funny and talks a lot. She works for an erotic romance publisher. That’s why she was visiting the club today. They’re looking for places to take people on a tour when they hold their next convention.”

  “How are we going to find her again, though? Which publisher does she work for? Did you get their phone number? Or better yet, her number?”

  “None of the above. I was working, remember? There are strict rules about what I can and can’t do. But she’ll be back. She wants to taste BDSM so bad I could smell it. I left her with Juliana at reception. I bet you ten dollars she’ll have made a booking with Dom Lachlan.”

  “I won’t take that bet. If you’re so sure you’ll put ten dollars on it, likely you’re right. Let’s go and run.”

  Callum dumped the dirty dishes on the sink, and walked out through the mudroom and into the barn. The barn did have a door which could be locked but they almost never closed it. This barn was the perfect place for them to change into their wolf form.

  That was the one thing he’d really missed when he left his birth pack to come to the city. The lack of safe places to run. Sure, he could go jogging on the athletics track at the high school, or he could exercise at any one of a dozen different gyms. But it wasn’t the same as running in wolf form. Nothing was as freeing, as fulfilling, as being in his fur, on all four feet, with his greatly enhanced senses of sight, sound, and smell.

  Finding this farm had been a real joy to them both. Because it was rundown, the price had been affordable, although they’d be paying off a mortgage for a hell of a long time yet. Each year they borrowed a bull from a farmer who lived a couple of miles away. When the calves were born, he got to choose two as his payment, and they sold a few of their oldest cows plus any male calves. They weren’t prize cattle so they did
n’t bring in a lot of money, but it stopped their herd from getting either too old, or too big. At the same time it maintained the fiction that they were a real farm with some animals on it.

  The same with their fruit trees. They picked the apples and peaches, canned some for themselves, and sold the rest at a farmer’s market. As with the cattle, their fruit didn’t bring a high price, but it was the perfect camouflage for their shape-shifter side. All the locals thought they were a couple of town dwellers playing at farming. In a way they were. And having the neighbors treat them as amateurs was a hell of a lot better than having them gunning for them as evil werewolves and shape-shifting nonhuman devils.

  Lachlan opened a long drawer under the workbench at the rear of the barn. Both men undressed, placing their clothing inside it, and then Callum closed the drawer. If someone did come to visit with them while they were out running, there was no need to advertise their absence with a pile of clothing dumped on the bench in plain view. Not that anyone ever had visited them unexpectedly but it could happen and they had to remember that.

  Callum stretched to his full height, raising his arms high in the air and standing on the balls of his feet. Once his body was fully extended, he held the position for a few seconds, before relaxing again. He became aware of the cooler evening air on his naked skin. It was time to shift. Callum thought, wolf, and then he was in his fur and no longer cold.

  Lachlan, now a big black wolf standing beside him, swished his tail and left the barn. Callum’s fur appeared black at night, but was actually a very dark brown, like his hair. Most wolves’ fur color matched their hair color, although that wasn’t invariably true.