by Tara Rose
The triumph and joy in Stephen’s eyes nearly made her come a second time. He kissed her like he’d never do so again, and Valerie wrapped her arms around him and held on tightly. Micah resumed teasing her pussy and clit with his mouth, and when he slid a finger inside her, Valerie had to fight not to scream again. There was the tiniest pinprick of pain, and then a peaceful, floating feeling as he moved his finger in and out, as though all her cares had simply vanished and they would never return. She could stay here, in this magnificent hotel suite, with him and Stephen for the rest of her life, and be perfectly content.
“She’s so damn tight. Want to feel?”
Stephen chuckled. “Duh.” He moved to take Micah’s place between her legs, and then Micah lay next to her so that he was looking down at her face.
He cupped it and stared into her eyes. “Do you think you can contain your screams and cries if we make love to you? Don’t misunderstand me. I love it that you make so much noise, but tonight we have to be quiet. When we return home, you can scream as loudly as you want.”
She nodded. “Yes, Sir. I will try.” This was really going to happen! Her entire body was on fire now. She had to have them, and quickly, before anything stopped this.
“I wish we were home instead. I wanted your first time to be more romantic than this.”
“This is wonderful. It really is.”
“When we get back home,” said Stephen, “we’ll do this right. We’ll take our time, light candles, play music, and it’ll be so romantic you won’t know what to do with it all.”
She smiled at him. “It is all that. I swear it is. I don’t know what to do or feel right now. I’m overwhelmed.”
Micah brushed a finger along her mouth. “In a good way, though. Right?”
“Yes, Sir. In a very good way.”
Micah kissed her, and thus her cries of pleasure were muffled as Stephen slid two fingers into her pussy. It felt so damn incredible that she didn’t know how to make sense of it. When Micah released the kiss, he crawled off the bed and dug in his bag, then pulled out two foil packages. He tossed one at Stephen, who caught it with the hand whose fingers weren’t inside her.
“You can go first, since you’re already there.” Micah crawled back on the bed and winked at her. “I have a date with these.” He cupped her breasts, gazing at them as if they were buried treasure he’d just found and would never let go of. When he began to suck and lick them, she threw back her head and closed her eyes, concentrating on making sure she whispered or kept her moans as soft as possible, but it wasn’t easy.
She opened her eyes again as she heard rustling. The men peeled off their T-shirts and sweat pants, revealing bodies that were hard, muscled, and more gorgeous than anything Valerie had ever seen. Their cocks pointed straight up, thick, red, and glistening with what she assumed was pre-cum.
“Have you seen a naked man before,” asked Micah, watching her face carefully.
Valerie shook her head. “No, Sir.”
“What do you think?”
She giggled, and then she bit her lip. She didn’t want to come across as a silly schoolgirl right now. She wasn’t. She was a grown woman, about to finally get fucked by two incredibly sexy alpha jaguars. It was time to act like she knew what she was doing. “I think you’re beautiful, Sir. Both of you. And I want you both to fuck me. Please…”
Chapter Eight
Micah raised his eyebrows, and then he and Stephen exchanged a look filled with surprise and humor. They actually high-fived each other. “Can’t say no to that, can we?”
“No way,” said Stephen. “We will fuck you. We will fuck you until you beg us to stop, sweetheart.”
She could barely breathe let alone answer him, so she didn’t say anything. She’d always imagined she’d be afraid to have sex the first time, but there was absolutely no fear right now as watched Micah sheath his dick in a condom.
“I don’t even think we’ll need lube,” said Stephen, pulling out his finger and licking it. “She’s soaked.” The look in his eyes made Valerie moan again. He sheathed his cock as well, and she noticed his fingers tremble slightly. They were both as excited about this as she was, and that realization sent shivers of delight up and down her spine. They wanted her as much as she wanted them.
Micah brushed his hands across her breasts. “We’re going to give you a safeword even though this isn’t a scene. I don’t want you to think you can’t stop this if you’re afraid, or uncomfortable, or just need a time-out. All right?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. A safeword. She was going to have a safeword, just like the subs in the scenes she’d watched at the Jargonian house always had. This was real, and it was serious. She was their sub, at least for tonight.
“We’ll keep it simple. Use ‘red’ for everything tonight, all right? Do you understand?”
She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. I’m so proud of you. You asked for what you wanted, and even though I can see by the look in your eyes right now that you’re struggling to hang on, just as we are, you haven’t forgotten how we asked you to address us, either. You’re doing so well.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Valerie had to blink back tears of joy. This was more than she’d ever imagined it would be. This was sweet and emotional, and she hadn’t expected that. She hadn’t expected both men to be so aroused and as eager to be with her as she was to be with them.
Something much larger than a finger probed the opening to her wet slit, and Valerie concentrated on relaxing her muscles. Stephen caressed her clit as he slid his cock inside her pussy, slowly and carefully. Valerie couldn’t stop the tears, but only because his gentleness overwhelmed her, not because it hurt. “Good girl,” he said softly, watching her face the entire time. “You’re doing great. You feel incredible, and I hope this feels good for you, too.”
She nodded. Micah brushed his hands along her breasts, and then he stroked her hair and face as well. “You’re doing fine. We’re so proud of you.”
She hoped it was all right this time that she didn’t answer them. She couldn’t. The sensation of being completely filled with Stephen’s cock was so exquisite, and so unlike anything she’d imagined it would be, that all Valerie could do was gaze at each of them in turn, and let the emotions course through her. He thrust in and out slowly at first, his hand still on her clit. She moaned loudly and then jammed her fist against her mouth as she remembered she was supposed to keep quiet.
But how could she do that? The contractions rocking her body to the core were so much more intense than her previous orgasm had been. They seemed to go and on as Stephen thrust, as if this climax would never stop. A steady stream of incomprehensible whispers filled the room, and it took her a few seconds to realize they came from her.
Stephen pulled out, and Valerie started to protest but then smiled as Micah took his place. They were going to take turns, because one look at Stephen’s swollen cock told her he wasn’t done by a long shot. That thought forced a giggle to her throat, and when Stephen captured her mouth in a molten kiss, Micah pushed the entire length of his dick inside her.
Valerie would have screamed in pleasure if Stephen’s tongue hadn’t been inside her mouth. She clung to him and kissed him boldly, imitating the movements of his tongue and lips, while Micah fucked her hard and deep. Sweat collected at her hairline and trickled down her cheeks, but she barely noticed. Her pussy was sore, but her orgasm was still going strong, and Micah was groaning softly now as he thrust in and out at an impossible speed.
When Stephen released her mouth and began to suck her nipples, Micah groaned loudly and his thrusting grew jerky and more forceful. Valerie watched his face, fascinated. It was beet red and his neck veins stood out with his efforts. When he finished coming, he gazed at her almost apologetically, and then he pulled out.
Stephen took his place but didn’t slide his dick inside her pussy right away. Instead he caressed her clit, her wetness, and her asshole, until Valerie was writhing on th
e bed again, aching for him to fill her up.
Micah tore off his condom and lay next to her, on his side, gazing into her eyes. He brushed a finger along her cheek and smiled. “I can usually hold out much longer than that. But you’re so damn beautiful I had to come.”
“Thank you, Sir,” she whispered.
“Next time I promise you that I won’t finish until I’ve fucked you six ways to Sunday.”
She giggled, but soon her silliness was overshadowed by fresh lust as Stephen slipped his dick into her pussy again. Micah trailed his fingers lazily across her breasts as Stephen fucked her hard now, and when he came, his cries were loud. She didn’t care. Let Drake, Emme, and Abby hear him and come into the room right now. It no longer mattered. She was theirs. She belonged to both of them now. No longer a girl, but a woman and a sub to both of these sexy, alpha jaguars. Nothing could harm her now. No one could touch her again. Stephen and Micah wouldn’t allow it.
* * * *
Valerie became aware that Micah was helping her sit up. She tried to focus but everything was fuzzy.
“Wake up, Valerie. We have to get you back to your own room. Abby was looking for you.”
“What?” That woke her up completely.
Stephen walked in, wearing only his sweat pants. “Abby is back in her room now. You fell asleep. We all did. Micah and I woke up when we heard Abby calling for you, so I went out into the hallway and told her we were talking to you in here, but that we’d send you to bed right now.”
Micah cupped her face and gazed into her eyes. “As much as Stephen and I would love for you to stay here with us, I think it’s best if you go back to your own room for tonight. Tomorrow, we’ll speak with our parents and with Abby, and let them know that you’re with us now.”
“You mean you didn’t speak to her today?” She’d assumed that was part of why Abby had been acting so strangely all afternoon and evening.
He shook his head. “No. We never had the chance to. But that’s not anything you need to worry about. You’re not a child anymore. Stephen and I want you with us. We want to train you as our sub, and we can’t do that unless you and Abby both are on board with this.”
“Will your parents be upset?”
“What?” He chuckled. “No. Not in the least.” He pulled her to her feet. “Come on. Just for tonight, you need to sleep in your own bed.”
Once they were in her room, she crawled under the covers and the men sat on the edge of the bed, one on each side of her. “Will you stay with me until I fall asleep?”
He and Stephen exchanged a glance. “Of course. Are you all right? I wish that could have been less hurried. We didn’t hurt you, did we?
She shook her head. “No, not at all. I’m fine. I just want you both here with me.”
“It was good for you, right?” Stephen’s voice sounded so unsure that she reached up to touch his face. “The lovemaking I mean. You enjoyed it, didn’t you?”
“Yes. It was incredible. Unlike anything I thought it would be. Honestly.”
“It was for me, too.”
“And for me,” said Micah, stroking her hair. “Thank you for giving us such a precious gift. Now close your eyes and get some sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a big day for all three of us.”
* * * *
Valerie woke to the sound of raised voices, and at first she was afraid that Abby, Drake, and Emme were upset. Had Stephen and Micah told them what happened? She jumped out of bed and glanced around for her PJ bottoms and tank top, finally spotting them folded on a chair. The guys must have done that last night, because she didn’t remember bringing them with her when she left their room last night. Last night…
Memories flooded her consciousness, filling her with joy and fresh desire. How she wished she could have slept in their arms, but she understood why that would have been the wrong thing to do. They were being very respectful where Abby was concerned, and how could she fault them for that? If they’d been anything less, they wouldn’t be the men she knew they were.
But who was shouting right now, and why? She put on her clothes and ventured out to the main room. Breakfast was spread out on a table, but no one was eating. Drake and Emme both looked distraught, and Abby was wringing her hands the way she did when she was really worried about something. As soon as Stephen and Micah spotted her, both men rose and walked over to her.
Micah took her arm. “Eat fast and then get dressed to travel. We have to return to Utah this morning.”
“Why? What happened?” Hot fear raced through her veins. Was it her father? Had he come to the village after all? She scanned their faces, searching for a clue. Had Micah and Stephen told their parents or Abby what she’d confessed yesterday? “Someone please tell me what’s going on.”
“There’s some trouble just outside the village.” Drake’s words sounded forced to her ears, and that was so unlike him that Valerie studied his face carefully. “I’m sorry to have to cut our trip short, but it’s important that Emme and I return today, so that means we all have to, obviously.”
“What kind of trouble?”
Micah tightened his grip on her arm and tried to lead her toward the table. “Eat something. We need to leave as quickly as possible.”
“Why won’t anyone tell me what’s going on?”
He turned her to face him, and when she saw the concern in his eyes, the room started to spin. She fought to hang on, drawing strength and comfort from his gaze. “Because we don’t have clear answers yet, so there’s nothing to tell. Please eat something so we can get on the road.”
She nodded, knowing it was useless to push the point, but feeling like a child all over again. Had last night been nothing more than an illusion? They’d made her a woman, but in the harsh light of dawn, no one was treating her like one. This wasn’t the time or place to argue about it, obviously, so Valerie ate while the others scurried around, packing and talking in hushed tones. When she finished, she put on clean clothes, brushed her hair, and packed as quickly as possible.
She still smelled like sex. Surely all of them would catch the scent on her. Stephen and Micah wouldn’t have to say a word to any of them. All she’d have to do is get close enough to Drake, Emme, and Abby, and they would know what happened last night, if they didn’t already.
And what did it matter now, regardless? What other trouble would send them all home in such a hurry, or lead to the shouting that had awoken her, if not the news that her father was in the village, demanding she be sent home? Would Stephen and Micah keep their word and tell the others that she belonged to them now, or had that merely been part of the seduction?
Fat tears splashed over her lids as she went into the main room to join the others. She brushed them away and refused to make eye contact with anyone. “I’m ready.” Stephen and Micah flanked her in the elevator, but unlike the day before, when she’d been full of lust and hope as she’d stood between them, this morning she was heartbroken.
Last night had been nothing more than their arousal building to a peak that they could no longer ignore. Their beautiful words and sentiments meant nothing today. Their pledges of support would fall apart once they were on the road. She was still being treated like a child, and when they returned to Jargonian village, they’d hand her over to her father just as if she were once again a schoolgirl.
It was over before it had even begun.
* * * *
Abby didn’t speak to her or turn around in her seat. Valerie would be next to her right now if not for their luggage. Instead, she’d been forced to squeeze in between Stephen and Micah again, but this time their presence brought no comfort or excitement. She glanced at the shops and homes as they passed through the town of Passion Peak on their way to the highway, and tried not to think about how they’d planned to show her the town today. She’d never see this place again, and she knew that now.
Valerie dropped her gaze to her shoes and fought back fresh tears as memories of last night washed over her again. She had two hours
to think about them, and then they’d be back in Jargonian village and the past three months would be nothing more than a dream. And who knew what would happen to her once she was back in New Mexico. She might be dead by nightfall, for all she knew.
Hot fear raced through her, making breathing difficult. Micah and Stephen were right here, on either side of her, and she couldn’t touch them or ask them for help. All the joy and wonder she’d felt last night was mixed up in her mind with icy terror. She had to form a plan. She couldn’t go back to New Mexico with her father. She’d run once, so she could run again. She could shift as soon as they stopped, and just run.
The hell with her clothes. She’d figure something out. She could shift and just keep going until she couldn’t go any longer. She could hide in the hills above Jargonian village. Her father’s tracking skills had never been that good, which probably explained why it had taken him three months to find her. Hers were better, so she could outsmart him, and that meant she could outrun him.
There was no other choice. She wasn’t going back home. He’d kill her, just like he’d killed her mother, and like he and her uncle had killed Celestine and others. Valerie wasn’t going to become another one of his victims. She would not simply give up and let that happen. No. She was going to fight back.
Chapter Nine
After a half hour of complete silence, Stephen couldn’t take it any longer. While he understood why his father didn’t want to alarm Valerie with the news he’d received this morning via cell phone from Gary Richardson, the jaguar in charge of the village’s special forces, this was ridiculous. Who knew what she must be thinking by now. Not to mention it was totally unfair to be treating her this way.