Chasing Peace, Love & Fur [3xtasy Lake 8] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Corinne Davies

  “Are you trying to seduce me, Nouel?”

  A soft chuckle feathered the hair at her temple. “I thought you were trying to seduce me.”

  “I wouldn’t do that.” The denial automatically spilled from her lips even as she wondered if she would be able to. “I’ve only known you for like ten minutes.”

  “So what? I’ve met people before that I knew I’d be friends with the moment I met them. And the second I saw you I knew you were different.” He brushed her hair over her right shoulder and she felt his lips trace a line down the edge of her face, pausing to suck on her earlobe ever so slightly. “You smell like creamy honey and nutmeg.”

  “You’re just saying that because I’m a bear.”

  He ticked the skin just under her ear with his tongue. “Nope, right here you’re silky and soft and smell like honey, but if I move a little lower on your neck…” He nipped at the muscle along her neck. “Yup, nutmeg right here.” He resumed humming as they moved together. She gripped his arms and felt herself melting back into his embrace. She’d read so much and wished someone would be brave enough to stand up to her father and claim her, but no one ever had. When she started on her grand escape she never imagined herself in a house with three strong men. Would they fight for me? He caught one of her hands in his and lifted her arm, spinning her slowly around, dipping her back against his arm as he hummed.

  “I think you’re a romantic.” She said the words quietly, afraid of destroying the magical bubble that had surrounded them.

  He bent close to her until his lips were a breath away from hers. “Good, that’s my plan. Distract you with romance while I seduce you with my tongue.”

  She gasped, which must have been his plan, because he took the opportunity to kiss her, slipping his tongue along hers. It wasn’t her first kiss but it was the most devastating to her senses. Gripping handfuls of his T-shirt, she kissed him back just as passionately, hungry for more. He made her feel more than she ever had before and want everything she’d ever dreamed.

  He hugged her close and slipped his thigh between hers and pressed against her aching pussy. The pressure was divine but not enough. Clara wanted him naked, now. She wanted to feel his skin under his hands. Driven by curiosity and a hunger she’d never felt before, she rode his leg as he kissed her senseless.

  “Clara,” Nouel gasped between kisses. “You need to slow down.”

  “Why?” Doubt and insecurity raised their nasty heads, icing down her arousal. “You don’t want me that way?”

  “Oh, god. Are you kidding me?” He grabbed her hand and pressed it against the crotch of his jeans. The hard ridge she’d felt earlier was much more pronounced now and she was sure she could feel the heat from it through his jeans. “I want nothing more than to bend you over this desk and slam my cock deep inside your soaking wet pussy.”

  “Okay.” Fascinated, she rubbed her fingers along the straining denim outlining his erection.

  He froze and clasped her face between his hands. “Are you sure?” He was breathing as hard as her and the soft diffused light in the room made his eyes look like they were glowing amber with thick black rings around the edges. The moment she nodded, he bent and flipped her over his shoulder and headed for the stairs. She gripped handfuls of his shirt and pulled it up to stroke the smooth muscular skin on his back as he moved. What felt like nothing but mere moments later, he flopped her back on his bed and stepped away from her.

  Chapter Five

  Clara pushed herself up on to her elbows, wondering if Nouel had changed his mind, but the words froze in her throat as he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on a chair in the corner. His chest wasn’t as muscular as his older brothers’ but he was still a large man. Smooth muscles framed his chest and wrapped around his torso. He wasn’t as bulky as she’d imagined his brothers to be, but it was the bulge in his jeans that really caught her attention. She’d seen naked men before but this would be the first time one was getting naked for her.

  He reached for his belt buckle and paused. When he didn’t move anymore, she looked up at his face. A small grin played on his lips as he unbuckled his belt and then unbuttoned his jeans. “I need to ask you something, Clara.”

  Clara took in a quick breath, as she’d forgotten to breathe for a moment when he played with the fly on his pants. His erection was easy to spot pressing against the fabric and she wanted to see more so badly.

  “Clara?”

  “Hmm?” She lifted her eyebrows, not knowing what he was waiting for. The way his fingers played with the slowly parting fabric of his pants was distracting.

  “I asked you if you have done this before.”

  Uncertainty ripped through her. Should I lie? Didn’t men want experienced women? Would he want to touch her if he knew she just wanted to have sex with him and then leave? Liar. She banished her inner voice and tried to focus on what he was asking her. “No, is that a problem?”

  Even she heard the defensive tone to her voice but instead of turning his lip up at her, he smiled. “Okay, then we go slow.”

  “I don’t want to go slow!” She wanted more of what she felt downstairs and everything that came next. Now that she was finally about to experience what she’d only ever read about, she didn’t want to wait a single moment more.

  Nouel laughed as he pushed his jeans over his hips. “I’ll take care of you, petite ours.”

  He said more after calling her little bear but she completely missed it as his cock was revealed. Thick and long, it stretched out in front of him and Clara had the same panicked thought as so many woman tended to their first time. It’s not going to fit.

  Nouel dropped over top of her, pinning her to the mattress. His hips pressed against her pelvis. His cock pressed against her and she was sure she could feel the heat from him through her clothes. “It will fit just fine. You were made for me.” She would have asked if she’d spoken out loud but he pressed his lips against hers and all her concerns melted away under the heat of his kiss.

  He hummed lightly as he moved, mimicking the dancing they’d been doing earlier, and her body responded as it had before. There was something very erotic about kissing a completely naked man while she was still fully clothed. Nouel rolled until she lay on top of him, straddling his hips. He sat up and pulled her top up and she lifted her arms to aid its removal. The shirt fell to the floor, forgotten, as he traced the edge of her bra with one finger.

  She felt powerful like this, straddling his thighs, his hard cock jutting up between them as he lightly stroked the naked edge of her breasts. Her nipples were tight and pressed against the fabric, jutting out as if begging for attention. Her breasts felt achy and tight but when Nouel leaned forward and wrapped his mouth around one of her areolae and sucked hard on one of her nipples through her bra, she almost dissolved into an orgasm right there. His slid his hand along her body in long soothing strokes that relaxed her as much as it excited her.

  The cool air was a sharp contrast to the heat of his mouth when he released her breast. “Don’t stop, please.” She gripped his shoulders and rocked her hips against his cock, the pressure a tantalizing tease against her clit.

  “Just getting started.” Nouel placed openmouthed kisses on her cleavage as he reached around her and unhooked her bra. It sailed off her and through the air, forgotten as well when he cupped both her breasts in his large hands.

  I’m trusting a virtual stranger this much because…? She didn’t have an answer for that but the more Nouel touched her the less she cared. After so many years of fantasizing about being free to do whatever she wanted, it was hard to believe that she was here now. She reached down between them and wrapped her hand around his cock. It was much softer than she’d expected and she now understood the phrase, “velvet-covered steel.” He was hot and hard and as she ran her thumb over the tip, she felt his cream smear on her skin. Curious, she lifted her hand and ran her tongue over her thumb, sucking his cream off it.

  “God, that’s hot.” Nou
el groaned and flipped her onto her back. “You’re going to be the death of me. I wanted to go slow. I swear.” He whipped her tights off her, taking her panties at the same time, and tossing them over his shoulder. She was stretched out naked in front of him.

  “You are bloody gorgeous.” He paused and slowly looked over her from head to toe. The seductive tilt to his smile made her feel bold so she didn’t follow the instinct to cover herself. “I can’t decide where to touch you first.”

  “I’d rather taste you again.” His flavour still danced on her tongue. A unique taste she’d never experienced before but wanted to again.

  “Later, I swear, but right now I want the same thing.” He crawled up between her legs, pausing to press a kiss to the inside of each knee and then up her thighs. “You smell so damn good, my mouth is watering.”

  Clara propped herself up on her elbows again, looking down at him. He met her gaze as he pressed more kisses up her thighs. “What are you doing?”

  He lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, throwing her balance off a bit. “I’m going to find out how good you taste.” Keeping his gaze locked with hers, he slid his tongue between the lips of her pussy, licking from bottom to top.

  “Oh, my god!” The sensation rocked through her and made her heart skip a beat. It felt like she’d been struck by lightning. “Do it again.”

  She flopped back on the bed and arched her hips, feeling Nouel’s laugh against the entrance to her pussy. He did as she asked, over and over. The electrical current flickering through her felt as if he was winding her like an old watch, tighter and tighter. His tongue brushed over her sensitive tissues and then concentrated on the pea-sized bump near the top. When he pressed a finger inside of her, she dug her heel into his back.

  “More,” she groaned, surprising herself. If his finger feels this good, I won’t survive anything more.

  “Almost there. I don’t want to hurt you.” The words vibrated the sensitive tissues, making her arch her hips to his face again.

  “I don’t care.” She trembled as he added another finger and slid them in and out of her body. Her body seemed to have a mind of its own as she gripped handfuls of the sheet and vibrated under him. “Please, please, Nouel.”

  She didn’t know what she was begging for but he must have because he lifted his face and crawled up her body and reached for his nightstand.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Ensuring that we don’t rush any faster into this than we already are,” Nouel answered as he reached into the drawer and retrieved a condom package.

  Clara felt her heart drop in shock. She had been so caught up in the moment she hadn’t considered the consequences of what they were about to do. STDs weren’t a problem, but she couldn’t risk passing on her violent tendencies onto a child. “Thank you for thinking of that.”

  Nouel’s gaze didn’t leave hers as he tore open the foil package with his teeth. “Only until you are comfortable with the three of us, Clara, then I’ll happily throw them all out.

  Once he shifted his weight again he pressed a kiss to her neck, collar bone, and then the valley between her breasts, pausing to suck hard on her nipples. He hadn’t moved her leg off his shoulder so her hips curled up as he moved, exposing her wet pussy for him. She reached out and grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling him closer to her. Her leg moved off his shoulder, but he caught it in the crook of his arm.

  He lunged at her mouth, kissing her deep. She could taste her own juices on his lips and that was an added sensation she hadn’t expected.

  Feeling the blunt pressure at her entrance drew her attention but before she could worry, he pressed past the initial ring. “Relax, Clara. I don’t want to hurt you any more than I have to.”

  “It’s going to hurt?” No one had told her that! How something so incredible could be ruined by pain was beyond her.

  “Just for a moment as you get used to me.” He retreated and then pressed harder into her. She felt her body adjusting to his but she thought he was overacting because there was nothing painful about this.

  “No, this feels wonderful. I’m used to you.”

  Nouel paused and kissed her again. “That’s just the head of my cock, Clara. I’m going to fill you completely.”

  Before she had a chance to question him, he slipped out and then pushed forward. This time the pressure was different. It burned like a white hot poker, making her gasp for breath. He groaned as she whimpered at the intensity. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes and she squeezed them closed, wishing it was all over.

  Nouel pressed kisses to the corners of her eyes. “Shhhh, I’m in. Give yourself a moment to get used to me.”

  “This was more fun before.”

  “And it will be again, I swear.” She felt his hand stroking her hair, “Open your pretty eyes, Clara. Never again, I promise you.”

  She peered up at him through her lashes, uncertain of what to expect. The burning sensation was retreating, thank goodness, a deep ache replacing it. “It only hurts the first time, right?”

  “Yes, although we’ll always be careful with you and not rush anything.” He moved his hips slightly and a wave of pleasure washed away the remaining discomfort.

  “Okay, that felt really good.”

  Nouel laughed and she felt his cock bounce in time, delivering little zings of pleasure to her core. “I love how honest you are.”

  “And I’m about to start cracking jokes if it means you’ll keep laughing. I like it when you move in me.”

  “Then you are going to love this.” Nouel pulled his hips back and she felt his entire length drag along her inner muscles. The painful burn was completely gone. All that was left was a rush of extreme pleasure when he moved.

  “Again. Again. Oh god, please again.”

  The word became her mantra as Nouel moved, rocking his cock back and forth as he moved. He caught Clara’s leg with his other arm and spread her wide, shuttling his cock in and out of her as she gripped his shoulders. What had started as a painful shock had morphed into a sensual heated throb deep in her core. A fiery inferno twisted inside of her, growing, burning hotter until she couldn’t contain it anymore.

  She cried out in a wordless plea as Nouel plunged his cock into her body. He undulated his hips, each stroke stealing her breath with its erotic perfection. Clara gasped for breath as his movements sent ripples of aftershocks along her senses. Nouel’s intense movements yanked her into another orgasm before arching back and shouting to the ceiling himself. For a brief moment, she felt the darkness inside of her bask in the resulting heat they’d created, but fear made Clara reinforce her inner barriers. She didn’t want to lose control and turn into a rabid animal after the most incredible experience of her life.

  * * * *

  Nouel lay in bed and watched Clara sleep. Her cheek was pressed against his chest, her arms tucked up close to her. She was an enigma, that was for sure. He’d felt a part of her pull away from him after what was the most incredible orgasm of his entire life. His entire body still buzzed with the aftereffects, and she’d fallen asleep almost immediately. He had left her only long enough to dispose of the condom and then immediately crawled back into bed with her. There was a lot more to this woman than simply being a virgin from a small community. Even lying here with her curled up beside him, he could barely make out the scent that identified her as a bear.

  “What did they do to you?” he whispered, stroking his fingers through her silky hair. She snorted softly in her sleep and settled up a bit closer to him, making his heart clench tightly. The seriousness of the situation hit him square in the heart. This was the woman he’d spent most of his adult life searching for, here in his arms, in his bed. The idea of sharing a Mate with his brothers hadn’t seemed as daunting as it did now. Hearing Georges coming up the stairs didn’t help the battle that started brewing in his head.

  “Damn, you didn’t waste any time did you,” Georges whispered as he walked into the room. Nouel recognized the teasi
ng tone in his brother’s voice and he was also willing to guess that Luc had sent him in to see how things were going.

  “I don’t know how either of you kept your hands off her last night. The moment she walked into the room I couldn’t focus on anything else.”

  “We were so concerned about overwhelming her that it made it a bit easier. If either of us had her alone for any length of time, I’m sure we would have given in.” Georges sat on the side of the bed that Clara lay on. He reached out and lightly stroked her hair. Nouel’s instincts demanded that he cover up his Mate and hide her away from sight but she was Georges’s Mate, too, and he had every right to touch her.

  “This is going to be harder than we thought, isn’t it?” Georges’s hand rested on her back when he looked up at Nouel.

  Nouel noticed the hard line of his brother’s jaw and the strained look to his eyes. “Yeah, but we need to put her first. She’s more important than animal instinct.”

  Georges nodded as he stroked his hand down her back and over the curve of her hip. “I’m going to go and make lunch. Come down when she wakes up.” Georges shuttered his emotions and stood up and walked out without looking back. Of the three of them, Georges had taken Jacque’s death the hardest. He’d been the one to first suggest the three of them share a woman before they ever fought over one. Leave it to Fate to send them the one woman who would test that theory.

  “Georges?”

  His brother paused in the doorway before turning, his gaze going straight to Clara’s form. Nouel completely understood the longing in his brother’s gaze. “I need to take the antler cozy back to Lavender McGuigan this afternoon. Do you have anything else to work on in the shop? I don’t want Clara to feel uncomfortable here by herself.”