Dominating Their Mate [Wolf Pack Mates 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Cara Adams

  “Now that was fucking awesome,” she murmured and sagged against the men, too overwhelmed to move. Ginnie wasn’t sure who did what, but she was washed, rinsed, dried and lying on her front on the bed in a very short time, with Zircon pouring soothing gel into her ass, and also slathering it on the bite on her shoulder.

  Then he whipped her ass three times with a thin stinging cane. “Don’t argue with your Dom,” he said, before caning her again.

  Ginnie didn’t care. She’d had a wonderful day with the men at the art gallery, and the sex this night had been the best of her life so far. Of course, if she did things correctly, it’d be even better in the morning. Ginnie reckoned she could convince them to double fuck together instead of how it had happened in the shower.

  Men don’t respect women who let them fuck on the first date, said the voice in her head.

  I’ll worry about that later.

  * * * *

  Malachi couldn’t get enough of Ginnie’s female musk. Having his nose buried in her cunt had been almost as good as the few brief moments he and Zircon had both been in her together. “We have to claim her. We have to fuck her together,” he said very softly over the sleeping body of the woman who would be their mate. She just didn’t know it yet.

  “The gel should go a long way to soothing her ass, but she might not want to fuck there again as soon as tomorrow morning,” replied Zircon.

  Malachi thought Zircon sounded a bit contrite. The Dom had been quite rough, but Ginnie had most definitely appreciated that and responded to it. Beside’s she was pretty keen on biting herself.

  “My wolf recognizes her as my mate and it won’t be pushed into the background much longer. As far as I can tell, you’re having the same problem,” Malachi said, referring to the way that Zircon had bitten her.

  “That’s true. But she has to agree. Likely if she sleeps well now she’ll wake in a sexy frame of mind. I had a plan for the morning. That might help.”

  “With me as a Dom or a sub?” Malachi didn’t know how he’d feel in the morning. Right now he was still feeling kind of submissive, but Ginnie also brought out the Dom in him. He wanted to give her all the pleasure in the world and bring her to amazing orgasms.

  “The scene will work either way. Just let me know. Right now, I need you to watch over her while I check my e-mails one last time.”

  Malachi lay on one side watching Ginnie sleep. She was so beautiful, so alive, so talented. Nothing was simple or obvious with her. She made everything in life a challenge and filled his day with color and fun.

  He crawled down the bed and rested between her legs, breathing her female scent deep into his lungs. Even though she wasn’t aroused he could smell her and he longed to touch her there again, to sleep with his fingers deep in her pussy, or even with his cock there. Hell, yes. That would be perfect. To go to sleep with his cock buried in her cunt and wake up half-hard ready to fuck her again.

  They were mates. Anyone who said a wolf could only truly mate another wolf hadn’t experienced the intense love and passion he felt for this woman. Yeah, sure, he needed to know her a lot better, and she had to get to know him through and through. But nothing could change the fact they were meant to be together. They were a triad. Three pieces of one whole, and no matter what those idiot wolves who opposed mating with humans said or did, nothing would change the facts. All he and Zircon had to do was wait until Ginnie knew she belonged to them and was ready to take the step of committing to be with them permanently.

  Malachi settled back up the bed with his head on the pillow beside Ginnie’s. He rested his hand on Ginnie’s hip, then gently slid it over her skin. She was so soft and feminine, yet strong and fit enough to keep up with them all day long. He pressed his body along her back then slipped his hand a little farther around and farther still until his fingers were buried in her cunt. Only then did he fall asleep.

  * * * *

  Ginnie was aware of people touching her, moving her body, rearranging her limbs, but it was only when her arms were raised over her head and she heard the click of handcuffs being locked around her wrists that her eyes snapped open. Not that she could see anything. She was wearing a blindfold. She opened her mouth to complain and a ball gag was pushed between her teeth. “Good morning, my sweet. It’s time to play.”

  That was Zircon. Time to play, huh? As long as it involved double fucking she was good with that plan.

  Malachi’s hands were on her breasts, teasing them, tweaking her nipples. Then he sucked one nipple into his mouth. She thrust her breast up to him. Oh hell, yes. That feels so good.

  She felt a moment of disappointment when he stopped sucking her nipple then there was the bite of a nipple clamp being attached. Oh, okay. That’s all good. Eagerly she lifted her other breast, waiting for him to suck that one and clamp it.

  Next, her legs were lifted high in the air and someone began filling her ass with gel. Oh good. They are going to fuck me. Excellent. She thought it was still Malachi, working on her ass, and he took a long time to stretch and open her, then something thick and hard was pushing at her entry, but it wasn’t his cock. A butt plug probably.

  Then Malachi started to play with her pussy. He licked and sucked along her lips. He licked lines between her body and her leg, along the join. He sucked her clit and teased the little nub until it was hot and engorged. He even tongue fucked her a little bit. Over and over again, he kissed and nibbled, teased and sucked, until she was writhing madly trying to get him to fuck her. When she didn’t think she could possibly become any more aroused, he left her, and wiggled farther up her body. This time he played with her bellybutton jewelry, turning it this way and that with his tongue, and licking and nibbling around the edges of the tiny indentation. Then he moved away from her body.

  Well damn!

  Ginnie listened as carefully as she could, focusing all her attention on any noise to try to learn what the men planned for her next. Out of nowhere both men picked her up and flipped her over, twisting her arms into a knot until each handcuff was released and she was placed flat on the bed on her front. The handcuffs were then reattached to her wrists.

  This time he used a flogger on her, warming her back with his strokes, placing just a few over her ass. Soon she was as aroused as before, cream dripping from her cunt, her nipples inside their clamps tight points digging into the bedding.

  Finally her hands were uncuffed, and the blindfold and ball gag removed.

  “We intend to fuck you together. Me in your cunt and Malachi in your ass. Do you agree to this of your own free will?” asked Zircon.

  “Yes.”

  “Do you want us to fuck you like that?”

  “Yes.”

  “Lie on your side.”

  Ginnie wiggled down onto her side, facing Zircon since he was going to be in her pussy.

  Behind her she could feel Malachi touching the butt plug, teasing her with it, dragging it backward and forward over her tissues until she was about to scream with desire. At long last he pushed his cockhead into her rear entry. Tired of the time this was taking, Ginnie tensed her muscles, then slammed her body back on him, driving his cock all the way into her channel.

  “Shit! Fuck, Ginnie, you just about made me come. That would have spoiled the entire thing.”

  “No, it wouldn’t. I’d have aroused you again.” Ginnie knew her voice was filled with lust, and possibly a bit of arrogance. But she was certain she could raise his cock to life again if she needed to.

  Malachi laughed, then pressed his face against her neck.

  She held still and waited for Zircon to get into position. The men had to lift legs over legs until they were so intertwined Ginnie wondered how they’d extricate themselves, but it didn’t matter because finally Zircon was inside her as well.

  They filled her beyond imagination. They were both big men and they stretched her internal tissues farther than she’d ever been stretched before, but somehow her body adjusted. When they pulled out of her together, Ginnie
felt a moment of intense loss, of grief and aloneness, but then they pressed back inside her again filling and completing her.

  Over and over again, they kept up a steady in-and-out pattern, always staying together, always united, and gradually increasing their pace until finally they were slamming in and out, the whole bed rocking with their movements.

  And then her body convulsed, splintered, shattered, into a million pieces. Stars burst behind her eyelids, her brain exploded, and her orgasm raced up her spine, blasting out her arms and legs, throbbing through her nipples, lifting the top off her head. Ginnie screamed with the raw, animal passion of release, then sank between the two men as boneless and limp as a week-old lettuce leaf.

  Malachi pressed soft kisses all along her shoulders as he pumped cum into her ass. Zircon bit down on her breast, sending another aftershock rolling through her pussy, as he filled her with his seed.

  They lay in a jumbled heap, Ginnie’s heart pounding as if she’d run a race, her body covered in sweat, hers and the men’s. “That was amazing. Can we do it again?”

  There was a moment’s silence and Ginnie wondered if she’d said the wrong thing. But then Zircon said, “Actually, Malachi and I would like to do it every day for the rest of our lives. Would you agree?”

  The rest of our lives? “Is this a proposal?” she asked, pulling her body up into a half-sitting position, dragging both men with her because their legs were tangled together.

  “Yes.”

  Both men spoke together.

  On a romantic scale from one to ten, that rated about a two. But on the sincerity scale she could see it was a ten.

  “I like being with you both very much. You’re good people and we seem to get along well together. The sex is outstanding. But there’s more to a commitment than sex and being nice people. I’d love to spend more time with you and get to know you both better. Especially in the bedroom and dungeon. But I don’t believe it’s time to ask Taige to make us some rings yet.”

  “I had a feeling you’d say that,” said Malachi.

  “But it was too good an opportunity to let it pass by,” added Zircon.

  Ginnie climbed off the bed and staggered into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She had no idea whether or not there was a second bathroom in this house, but right now, she needed a shower really badly, and if they followed her she’d just end up needing a second shower. Besides, she ought to take the nipple clamps off, and if one of the men did it, she knew where that would lead, too.

  Twenty minutes later, feeling much better, she went back to the bedroom and got dressed. She could smell coffee and followed her nose to the kitchen. Both men were dressed, so she guessed there must be another bathroom. Good.

  “What do you like for breakfast, Ginnie? I have—”

  The sound of shattering glass blotted out Zircon’s words, followed by a secondary crash and loud, angry voices.

  Chapter Four

  Zircon lifted the skillet off the stove and switched off the burner all in one wave of his hand, then launched himself out of the kitchen and down the hallway into the living room. He could hear feet running behind him and knew it was Malachi. It felt good that Malachi had his back. He knew this was an attack. His house was right in the woods. It wasn’t like some kid could have kicked a soccer ball through his window by accident.

  The drapes had been ripped off the big picture window overlooking the front porch, a large rock rested in the center of his oriental rug, and glass shards littered the floor as half a dozen men were climbing through the window, pushing and shoving at each other to be first through without getting cut by any broken glass. Well fuck that for a plan. Zircon dived across the room slamming his body into two of the invaders, making sure they were, in turn, driven against the broken glass at the side of the window.

  The man underneath him started to scream but Zircon didn’t even look to see who it was. He whirled around and threw himself at another man who was already crossing the living room floor. Zircon tackled him at the knees, then drove his body into the man’s back and slammed his head against the floor.

  Zircon stood up and turned to the window to see if more men were still entering his house. Instead, a man was trying to leave. Ah, no. He wasn’t going to escape and say he hadn’t been one of the attackers. Zircon grabbed the man’s foot and yanked hard, pulling him back into the room. He stomped hard on the man’s lower leg and heard a bone break. Good. That would cramp his style if he tried to run.

  Which was when Zircon realized all the men were wearing masks. In his mind he’d been referring to them as “this man” or “that man,” but they were people from his community. Or, at least he thought they were.

  Zircon ripped off the unconscious man’s mask. “Titan.”

  Feeling movement behind him he whirled around and was just in time to see Ginnie belt another of the intruders on the shoulder with the heavy iron skillet. A sharp scream from the man made him think she’d broken his collarbone.

  Malachi was using the fallen drapes to tie up two more men, both ones he must have defeated. The drapes were ruined so Zircon ripped off a length of fabric and tied up the other men.

  “Is breakfast always this exciting at your house?” asked Ginnie, still holding the skillet defensively.

  Malachi laughed, but Zircon was thinking about what would happen next. “I’d better tell Jasper, I suppose.”

  “Likely he already knows. I’ve rung Taige.”

  Just then Cornelian and Jasper appeared on the porch outside the window. “Put them all in the holding cell. It’ll be a bit crowded but gag them all so they can’t get their stories coordinated, and don’t untie any of them until they’re cuffed hand and foot. Only then see to their wounds.” There was no compassion in Jasper’s voice at all, just crisp, determined instructions. Zircon handed one of the men to Cornelian, picked up Titan, and climbed out of his window. Malachi followed him with his own captive.

  They dumped the men in the back of the pickup and took them to the lockup as instructed. One thing about being a BDSM community, there was no shortage of handcuffs and ball gags.

  This was not the way he’d expected the morning to end. He knew Ginnie would be fine. She was a strong and self-sufficient woman and she’d borrow a vehicle or get a ride home, likely with Taige. But he’d wanted to sit and hold her hand over breakfast. To find out what foods she liked to eat. Was she a cereal kind of woman or a fresh fruit girl? Or did she prefer crispy bacon strips and a stack of pancakes. He’d wanted to tell her how much he’d enjoyed their night together. To plan future days out together. Now the only thing he’d be planning was a trip to the glazier and the purchase of new drapes.

  But what he really wanted to know was what the fucking hell these men, his fellow wolves, thought they’d been doing invading his house.

  * * * *

  Malachi was very much in Dom mode right now. He recognized the changes in his thinking and actions. He was moving much more decisively, his actions faster, sharper, more purposeful. His entire being was enraged that his mate had been endangered by the actions of people who should have been his friends. Men he’d grown up with, men he lived with, men who should have had his best interests at heart. This attack had not just been the petty actions of a few disgruntled wolves but it was a vicious attack that threatened the very fabric of the wolf pack.

  These men had invaded Zircon’s home with the intent of causing real harm. It had been pure luck that the three of them were awake and dressed and able to fight back. The sight of Ginnie armed with a skillet still made him smile. When he wasn’t ready to rip the head off the man who’d attacked her, that was.

  But what if they’d still been in bed asleep? Even worse, what if they’d been playing a BDSM game and Zircon had tied up Ginnie and him? Zircon alone would never have been able to fight off so many men. The thought of Ginnie, bound and naked, playing a game, and then exposed to true terror was enough to make him rage even more at the attackers.

  What w
ere these men thinking of? How did hurting Ginnie—or Taige, or Eve—help them find a mate? Why weren’t they proactively out in the world looking for a mate instead of trying to prevent other men finding one? Over and over again they’d been told the shortage of female werewolves was worldwide. It was time to think outside the box to find a mate. But instead of doing that, these men wanted everyone to sit at home feeling lonely and doing nothing to solve the problem. It was insane behavior.

  He hadn’t believed in Santa Claus or the Tooth Fairy for more than twenty years. It was time these men realized they had to make their own future happiness, too. And Ginnie was his future happiness. Her sparkling whiskey-brown eyes, her elegant head with its short covering of brown hair, her delightful curves, her amazing talent, and her intelligent mind. Every one of those things hardened his cock and filled his heart with love for her. Added together they made her what she was, the most desirable woman in the world. The only woman for him and Zircon. And his fellow wolves had tried to take her away from him? They were dead. All of them, as far as he was concerned. Dead to him and dead in fact if they ever attempted to lay a finger on his woman.

  Kyan Marrok, a trained paramedic, washed and bandaged cuts, using tweezers to pick out fragments of glass from the wounds of some of the intruders. He strapped a collarbone he said was probably broken, and splinted a lower leg, also probably broken. “Without an X-ray I can’t be sure. I don’t think Titan has a concussion though, just a headache,” he said, shrugging.

  “I’ve contacted Thorne House Clinic, the Shape-Shifter Clinic. Their head of security, Harry Harrison, is coming to collect them and take them there for X-rays and any medical treatment they might need. But they won’t be staying there to spread their evil. Dr. Thorne will fix them up, and their security guards will bring them right back here to be locked up until their fate is decided,” said Jasper.