by Cara Adams
She sucked Diego deep and wondered if she could free her underneath arm, but it was all too hard. Her mind was still mush and her body limp from her amazing orgasm. It was so huge it hadn’t quite receded. There were still tingles and ripples deep inside her, keeping her excited and on edge.
Even as she was thinking that, the need inside her grew fast and hard, and Zoe realized she was going to come again. Soon. Desperately she sucked Diego’s cock deep into her mouth, doing her best to slide him right down her throat. Then she groaned with need as Vallen and Monty changed their pace again, both slamming into her together. It was too much. Far too much. She groaned as her second orgasm slammed into her just as hard as the first one. She swallowed Diego down with the last bit of her willpower and then lay limp between the men, her body still shaking with the amazing second orgasm.
Diego groaned, and her mouth filled with his cum. She swallowed before her brain could decide whether or not she was willing to swallow a man’s cum. Again, she swallowed, this time tasting him and licking his cockhead. His seed was mostly bland, but a little bit salty and, maybe, a fraction earthy. Not distasteful at all, though, so she sucked his cockhead some more to release the last of his cum and then licked him clean.
Both Monty and Vallen had pumped into her a few more times and then held her tightly. She felt heat inside both her cunt and her ass and realized they’d done as she’d asked the first time and worn condoms. They were good men, not taking advantage of their power as Doms but concentrating on giving her world-class orgasms.
However did I get so lucky as to have them take an interest in ordinary me?
* * * *
Diego leaned Zoe against the wall in the shower, washing her back gently with a pink shower puff he’d bought especially for her. He’d been the one who’d gone shopping with her in mind. He’d bought a set of deep blue sheets and a second set of burgundy ones, half a dozen huge blue bath towels, lavender-scented shampoo, conditioner, and bath gel, as well as the shower puff. He’d wanted to buy a blue one, but they only came in pink and yellow, and yellow didn’t suit his notion of a color scheme at all.
Diego wanted everything to be special for Zoe. He couldn’t express how much he longed for her to be his mate and live with them, but furnishing part of their home with her as the focus helped him express his need for her in a practical way.
Her body was flushed pink from her orgasms and smelled of them, although the lavender scent from the shower gel was removing his aroma from her skin. He wanted her to smell of him and his brothers forever but knew that wasn’t a realistic possibility. Having her smell of the essences he’d specifically chosen for her was the next best thing.
He ran his hand over her pink ass. The lines from the riding crop, and the raised hearts from the paddle, were fading fast, but there was still a hint of them on her lush ass, and he liked that as well.
Reluctantly, he rinsed the gel off her skin and helped her out of the shower onto a thick bath mat, where Vallen was waiting, holding one of the fluffy new towels to wrap her in and dry her. Diego hastily washed himself and got out so Monty could shower.
The three of them were very used to seeing each other naked. They were shape-shifters and triplets after all. Diego had seen far too many cringe-worthy family pictures of the three of them as toddlers, sitting naked in the tub together or standing naked on the shore of the lake holding matching buckets and spades. They’d lived on the Upper Peninsula in Michigan back then before the pack had moved to Ohio.
Seeing his brothers was almost like looking at himself in the mirror, and just as non-sexual. But to see Zoe naked was something very different. His dick stretched and thickened, longing to be back inside her. He’d tasted her mouth and her cunt. Her ass was still unexplored by him. That was the next thing they had to do. Set a date where they had unlimited time and could play a full-length scene in the dungeon and follow it up with multiple orgasms in the bedroom. He and his brothers needed to talk about that first thing tomorrow.
“I was very small when we lived among the panthers. It was when we were in Texas, and I suppose I was about seven. I remember playing with Maia and twin panther boys who were likely between us in age. Would you mind showing me your panthers? It’s hard to know if what I remember is an accurate picture of you or not.”
Diego was surprised, and then realized he shouldn’t be. Of course she would want to see them in their other form. They were human and panther. She needed to relate to both aspects of their life.
“We can do better than that. Why don’t you come back up to the roof, and we can run on the track once more,” he suggested.
“Running in that dress and high heels isn’t a whole lot of fun,” Zoe objected.
Vallen ducked out of the bathroom and returned only seconds later holding up a pair of boxer shorts and a T-shirt. “Wear these clothes and go barefoot. The track is made of all-weather surfacing, so it’s perfectly safe to run on in bare feet.”
Diego smiled at her, but she was looking down at the floor, wiggling the fingers on her right hand. Then she looked up grinning. “Okay.”
Hastily, he rubbed a towel over his hair and body and then waited in the living room. It only took her a moment to dress. Monty had already shifted, so Diego did as well, rubbing against her bare legs. She crouched down and petted them both, petting along their spines and staring into their faces. He gazed back into her eyes and so saw no fear in the dark depths of them. There was no distaste or shock either. Damn, they were lucky finding a woman like Zoe. She had to agree to mate them. She was absolutely right for them.
“Running will be good for you to loosen any muscles that are still a little tense from the dungeon. I’ll shift, and you’ll have to hold the doors open for us,” said Vallen.
Zoe walked to the door and waited as Vallen shifted, then she held the door open and followed them to the stairwell. Again she opened the door, and Diego bounded up the stairs after his brothers. Zoe pushed past them to open the door onto the roof, and then they were running along the track. Diego led for a while and then stayed beside Zoe for a time before racing ahead to spiral around the chicanes.
The track had been designed to give both humans and panthers a fun workout. Several of the straight stretches were pretty much the full length of the building, and there was one entire loop of the warehouse, which let them get up a lot of speed. It was as good an exercise as was possible in an urban environment, he thought. Fortunately, Zoe seemed to enjoy herself running with them. That was something else that was amazing. A woman who spent most of her time indoors yet enjoyed running with them. Truly, she was exceptional.
There were three benches alongside a flowerbed near the entry to the roof, and Zoe flopped onto one of the seats, breathing heavily. Diego transformed and teased her, “So you aren’t as fit as you thought you were?”
“I wasn’t silly enough to think I was fit in the first place. Besides, it’s grossly unfair. You all have twice as many legs as I do.”
“What do you think of our panthers?” he asked seriously. He was certain she didn’t hate them. Her body language and actions would have given away her thoughts. But it would still be good to have her verbalize her feelings.
“You’re all still yourselves. You, Diego, are the playful one. Vallen is bossy, and Monty more serious. Human or panther, you are yourselves, and I know which of you is which.”
Diego was thrilled by her answer and wanted to kiss her, but that wouldn’t be fair when his brothers were still in their big cat forms, so he shifted again and allowed Vallen to lead the way across to the stair door.
* * * *
Vallen was determined to coax Zoe away from her family again for an extended time in the dungeon and in bed but also with some form of time to talk to her, maybe over a meal or a fun activity. He needed to plan that out. But first he’d promised her father that he’d find out what was going on with Lewis Lutterworth.
Mid-morning on Sunday, he knocked on the Alpha’s office door. The ma
n was always working. He put in far too many hours. It was time he went hunting for a mate as well. It was a shame the pastor had no more daughters because the women had fit in perfectly with the pack.
“Good morning, Vallen. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong. Everything is going amazingly well right now. Yesterday I promised John-Paul Crawford that I’d ask about Lewis Lutterworth. I’m sure that snake is managing just fine, likely robbing half the neighborhood, but John-Paul wanted to be reassured that he was all right, so here I am asking.”
“Shut the door and pull up a chair.”
Oh shit. Something’s wrong. Vallen did as he’d been ordered and sat, his muscles tense as he waited for the bad news.
“Remember that little job you did last week? Regarding George’s café?”
Of course he did. It was only a few days ago, and he wasn’t senile yet. “Yes, sir.”
“Brayden and Favian have been following those videos up on line, searching all the usual social media haunts and came across some very interesting blogs on Tumblr. It appears the gang members have to prove how manly they are by smashing up various places to be accepted into a higher level of the gang. I guess it’s a sort of initiation rite. Anyway, the police are well aware of these boys, but they’ll only get a slap on the wrist in court anyway, so they’re focusing on locating the leader. Guess who it is.”
Vallen stared at his Alpha. Obviously the leader wasn’t one the boys whose homes they’d searched or they’d get a hell of a lot more than just a slap on the wrist. But surely it couldn’t be—
“Not Lutterworth?”
“Yes, Lutterworth. He must have decided to stop risking his own skin and has accessorized his business with teenagers. They do the risky stuff, prove themselves to him, and then he gets them to steal things he wants and can resell for a lot of money. The kids do all the work, take all the risk, and he pays them peanuts and massages their egos. He makes the real money with none of the risk.”
“Well hell. How are we going to take him down?”
“I feel quite sure that sooner or later an agency will hire us to retrieve some items. Or maybe just to get photographic evidence. But it hasn’t happened yet, so we need to keep quiet that we’re onto him.”
“Yes, sir. So what do I tell the preacher?”
“Hmm. Maybe just that Lutterworth has a new job?”
Vallen grinned. “And he seems to be settling in well and is happy in it. We’ll do our best to unsettle him and make him unhappy as soon as we can.”
The Alpha snorted. “Precisely.”
Vallen knew his interview was at an end. “Thank you, sir.”
He left the door open as he exited and walked slowly back upstairs. Now it was time to gather his brothers and plan a date and a dungeon scene with Zoe. But neither Diego nor Monty was in the apartment. Sighing, Vallen texted them both and then put the coffee pot on to heat. He opened the refrigerator, but it was clear none of them had been shopping recently. That was just something else they needed to do.
He texted Monty again and asked him to collect some snacks for them from the little cafe on the first floor.
The three of them munched on pizza, drank coffee, and brainstormed for more than half an hour. That was the best part of being family. Vallen knew how his brothers thought. He understood what drove them and what inspired them. But they were still all individuals and came up with unique ideas. Finally, they decided taking Zoe out to dinner was the best way to do business. It was an unexceptional activity that no parent could object to, yet it gave them both time and opportunity for a dungeon scene and sex.
“We could go to the BDSM club for an early dinner and watch the early show. Then we could use one of the dungeons there to put into practice what we’ve seen,” he suggested.
“That’ll mean leaving our planning of the scene very open though because we won’t know what the show is about. I’d rather have the outlines of the scene planned first,” said Monty.
“We could do that. Plan what we want to do but leave space in it for the addition of an extra element or two from the stage show,” said Diego.
“I like that idea. We need to include toys at the start of the dungeon time, though, if we’re to all penetrate her again. And lots of lube,” added Monty.
“I agree about the toys and lube. It’s also time to explain to her that condoms are unnecessary. I want to fuck her bareback,” added Diego.
Vallen shook his head. He couldn’t see her agreeing. “She was the one who insisted on condoms, and since Maia is already expecting a baby, I don’t think Zoe’ll agree to fuck bareback. Although I know how you feel. I wish we could all be inside her without the raincoat as well.”
“We know she’s not going to agree. I think we need to man up and anticipate wearing latex for a long time yet,” said Monty.
Vallen was certain Monty was right. He wasn’t thrilled about that, but she had to be content with the program. And if that meant condoms, he’d wear them, even though he hated not being naked inside her.
“About the meal. I think we know her well enough to choose her food and drink. We can use it as a little BDSM exercise by not letting her speak and by maybe pushing her boundaries a little. What do you think?” asked Vallen.
“I like that idea.” Diego grinned, and Vallen knew he’d already be planning Zoe’s meal choices. He looked at Monty, who nodded.
“Right. Let’s plan everything out properly.” Vallen leaned forward and began listing ideas. Already he was excited at the thought of what tomorrow night might hold for them all.
* * * *
Monty had raced into the shower the moment they’d gotten home from helping at the shelter. Zoe had agreed to their dinner plans, not that they’d mentioned anything about dungeons or sex, and they were picking her up in two hours, so he had a lot to do before then. Besides, they had to take turns and he might as well go first.
He was ready and waiting by their car when his brothers appeared. He’d known they’d be on time. They were as eager for the evening with Zoe as he was. That was the amazing thing about being triplets. They often felt the same emotions and were driven by the same desires. And they all wanted Zoe. He had a moment’s fear that she mightn’t like what they’d planned for her tonight, and then he shrugged it off. If it appeared she wasn’t happy, they’d change the program then and there. Her happiness was far more important than their plans.
At the parsonage, Vallen told John-Paul that Lutterworth had a new job but avoided questions about what it was, and Monty escorted Zoe to the car. As soon as they were on their way, Monty said to her, “Are you ready to play a BDSM game?”
“I’m not going to expose my body in public,” she said firmly.
“That isn’t the game. You will do as we tell you over dinner, though.”
She gave him a serious look and then stared at Vallen, who was driving. “I understand that you’re going to test my trust. I do trust you all to choose well. But you also need to understand I’ll use my safe word and stop play if I think obeying you will being dishonor on my parents and the work they do.”
That seemed fair to Monty, although she should have known they wouldn’t ask that of her. Panthers were pantheistic and didn’t follow her religion, but they didn’t disrespect other peoples’ religions either and would never bring harm to her family.
Diego was driving and remained silent, but Vallen said firmly, “You need to trust us more than you do now. We agree your father’s work among the homeless and your mother’s work at the women’s shelter is valuable to our town, and we would never endanger their jobs. You need to know we wouldn’t hurt them. For that you’ve earned yourself a spanking in the dungeon tonight.”
Zoe nodded and looked down. Monty watched her face and body language but knew she accepted what Vallen said and was pleased he thought well of her family’s work. Monty was also certain she wasn’t concerned at the thought of a spanking. It was kind of a win-win situation. They all knew now where the
y stood, and Zoe was happy to be spanked.
He couldn’t wait to see how she’d react to their meal together and to the stage show.
Diego parked the car in the basement parking lot at the BDSM club. Vallen turned Zoe’s head to him and said sternly, “The scene begins now. You may only answer a direct question from one of us. You will not speak to anyone else, at all. Apart from yes or no to one of the three of us, the only word you may use is your safe word. If you use it, we’ll take you straight home. Do you understand and agree?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Diego led them to a table beside the dance floor, against the wall of the room and underneath the overhanging balcony of the mezzanine floor. Although the position felt very exposed, right where everyone was dancing, in fact someone sitting there was almost invisible. The overhang hid them from above and darkened the area enough so that people and their actions were difficult to distinguish. And the dancers weren’t looking at the people at tables. If they weren’t completely focused on their partner, they were looking at the other dancers.
Monty thought it was absolutely the best place for their plans. Zoe would feel incredibly visible and vulnerable. Yet actually almost no one would see her at all.
Diego caught the attention of the server, who hurried over. “Iced water for four please.”
“Yes, sir.”
When she returned with the water, Vallen ordered the meals for all four of them. Zoe wouldn’t know, but they’d scrutinized the menu online, chosen their own meals, and worked together to choose a meal they were certain she’d like. It was all items they’d seen her eat happily in the past. They might not be her favorites, but nothing should be unpalatable to her tastes.
Once the live band began to play, Monty stood and took Zoe’s hand. “Dance with me.”
Since they intended to watch the early show, the BDSM club wasn’t as full as it would be later in the night, but there were still plenty of people on the dance floor. Monty pulled her body against his firmly, letting his thick, aching dick press against her sweet, soft belly. But he kept his hand appropriately placed on her back, not on her ass, where he wanted to put it. He moved them slowly around the dance floor, letting his thigh rub against her pussy occasionally, but not obviously. He also made sure his chest brushed against her breasts as he turned her. Again, it was only a slight movement, hidden in the turn around the corner of the dance floor, and he was positive no one would notice or think anything about it. His aim was to arouse her as high as he could, yet not do anything to call attention to them.