The Dom Claims His Cougar [Unchained Love 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Cara Adams

  So, she dressed warmly in jeans, boots, and a hand-knit sweater and took her laptop as well as a notepad and pen to the small meeting room on the first floor of the main house, which was where they were going to meet for their discussion.

  Verity put her things on a small table, pulled three armchairs around it, then went to a bench on one side of the room and switched on a coffeepot, arranging three mugs, creamer, and sugar on a tray.

  “I’m sorry I couldn’t be there last night,” said Noah, striding into the room and coming across to kiss her cheek.

  He looked so handsome her panties instantly dampened. His muscular shoulders and arms filled out the thick sweater he was wearing, his hair was a shiny blue black in this light, and his eyes were dark brown. She ran her fingers over his chin. This late in the day he’d usually have a hint of stubble but his face was smooth and had the slightest scent of pine about it. “Thank you for shaving for me,” she whispered, kissing his chin.

  “I wouldn’t want you to get whisker burn anywhere delicate,” he said, grinning at her.

  Verity felt her face blush and was glad to look over his shoulder as the door opened again and Ezra came into the room. His light brown eyes were sparkling with happiness and he picked her up and spun her around. “Hey there,” he said as he put her down again.

  “Hey yourself,” she replied breathlessly.

  Verity fetched them all a cup of coffee then sat down and wondered whether she should speak or whether Noah, as their Dom, would open the discussion.

  Noah said gently, “This was your idea, Verity, so you go first.”

  Verity nodded, took a deep breath, and said, “I really don’t want to sound like this mating is all about me, me, me. I know it’s about all three of us. Each of us being an equal partner with all the others. But I just wanted us to talk about what life will be like for all of us after we mate. I feel like everything is rushing toward me so fast I can’t get a grip on reality so much anymore. I know I love you both, that’s not under dispute, but it’s a big change from living as a single person in one room, free to do pretty much as I please when I’m not at work, to being part of a tight-knit little family again.”

  “Premarriage jitters,” said Ezra with a grin.

  “It’s just been you and Serena for a while now, hasn’t it?” said Noah.

  “Well, the two of us and Dad. It’s true he’s been overseas, in the Middle East, for the last few years.”

  “We’re not going to turn you into a household drudge, if that’s what you’re worried about. We’ll all share the chores. My mama brought me up right to do more than just man jobs like taking out the trash,” added Ezra.

  Verity laughed. “That’s good to know. But it’s more that I want to know what the shape of our week will be like. How often do you need to entertain? How often will you be going places where we can’t go? How many nights do you need to stay back for meetings, Noah? Do either of you ever work weekends? What about vacation time? Will we be able to go away together sometimes? All those sorts of things.”

  “Would you like to travel overseas, Verity?” asked Noah.

  “I don’t know. It might be nice to visit Dad if he isn’t going to come home at the end of May, early June as he said he would originally.”

  Noah nodded and Ezra got out his phone.

  “About when I’ll be in meetings and such. I can easily send you my weekly calendar if that’ll help you. It’s not always one hundred percent accurate, sometimes things come up or get canceled, but it’ll give you the basic layout of what I’m doing. Would that help?”

  “Oh, yes. That would be really good.”

  “Okay. Done. I’ll try to remember to send it to you every week,” said Ezra.

  “About the shape of our time together, I don’t see that as set in concrete. I don’t see why we can’t be flexible, if there are things you want to do or not do. We can set up a roster for chores or each pick the jobs we like doing, it doesn’t really matter to me. We’re all working, so we need to make time to be together and have fun, out of the dungeon as well as in it. Although it’ll be great to be able to just go to bed together instead of having to travel home. I’m sure as hell looking forward to that.”

  “God, yes,” agreed Ezra.

  Verity laughed. She did love these men, so much. They were so much nicer than her, she didn’t deserve how wonderful they were to her. How did she get to be so lucky as to have them love her?

  “You know I’ve been thinking a little about maybe starting my own catering business?”

  She watched as both men nodded. Ezra was looking interested, while Noah was wearing his “Dom” face.

  “I’m not planning to stop working or anything yet, but I have decided to explore the idea further. To make some menus, trial some recipes, look into the project more carefully. And if it all comes together, then I will start very small, with just a few clients.”

  Ezra was nodding enthusiastically, smiling at her. “If you’re happy with the idea, it’s possible some of the people I deal with might hire you. Catering my parties would be a way for them to get to know you and then they might want to hire you, too.”

  She hadn’t thought of that, but of course, it was a logical extension of what she’d said. When she looked at Noah, he said, “Yes, if that’s what you want you should do it. I know how much you like talking about menus and ingredients. I should have known you’d be interested in taking cooking further than just talk.”

  “How do you feel about maybe using the great room as a showroom for people’s artworks to sell to your clients? Not a hard sell, just hang them there and if people express interest take it further?”

  “What sort of art were you thinking of?” asked Noah.

  “I thought maybe some yarn projects or craft of Autumn’s, some photographs of Galen’s, anything that’s unusual, well-crafted, and one of a kind.”

  “I really like that idea. I think my associates will go for it, too. It’ll mean our room is fresh, different, and if people want to buy something, even better,” said Ezra.

  “Yes, I agree,” added Noah. “What else is burbling in your busy brain?”

  “Nothing, but I particularly wanted to thank you both for the sacrifices you’ve both made to make me happy. I truly appreciate them.”

  “We love you. We want you to be happy,” said Noah.

  “I am.”

  “Are we done here now? Can we go to your room for a while?” asked Ezra.

  “My room?”

  “Why not? Unless you want us to fuck you here? The armchair looks quite solid. It’d likely be fine,” added Noah.

  For a moment Verity wondered what someone might think if they walked in on the two men fucking her here. No, better not. After all, they weren’t mated yet. It seemed like since her hood had been pierced all she wanted to do was fuck. Well, the woman, May, had said it’d increase her desire, and it truly had. She wanted to be touched all the time.

  She hurried across the room and switched the coffeepot off, grabbed her laptop and notepad, neither of which she’d used at all, and asked, “What are you waiting for?” cheekily over her shoulder before wiggling her ass as she raced out of the room and took the stairs up to the next floor two at a time.

  In her room she dumped her things on a chair and undressed as fast as she could, pulled the quilt off the bed, leaving it where it fell on the floor, then threw herself down on the mattress, spreading her legs wide and playing with her clit jewelry.

  “What a welcome,” said Ezra, standing still, his hand on his belt.

  “Where’s the lube?” asked Noah in a businesslike tone.

  Verity didn’t want to stop touching herself to point so said, “Nightstand.”

  Verity let her finger slide over her clit then around and around the hot little button. She purposely didn’t enter herself, but she loved watching the men’s faces. Lust was written all over them, and Ezra’s cock was huge when he pulled his underpants off and let it bounce free. He tugg
ed on his erection and her mouth watered. “Come here and give me a taste,” she said softly.

  He crossed the room and kneeled on the bed, his shaft level with her mouth. She licked all around the head, making sure her tongue pressed against the ridge until he groaned, then she sucked him deep.

  Ezra leaned farther and farther over her, feeding his cock into her mouth until she tilted her head right back, opened the back of her throat, and swallowed him down.

  The moment was broken when a belt lashed out, hitting Ezra across his ass then his shoulders. “I didn’t say you could do that. Both of you get on all fours on the bed.”

  Verity hurried to do as Noah had ordered. The bed was a twin, designed for only one person, but side by side, close together, there was room for both of them to kneel. It had been a long time since anyone had punished her with a belt. She was looking forward to it.

  The leather whipped through the air and landed harshly on her ass, but it was a pleasurable bite and made her cunt cream even more. After half a dozen strokes Noah punished Ezra, but peeking sideways Verity could see his erection hadn’t diminished at all. If anything, it was bigger.

  Noah came around to the side of the bed and tied her left wrist to the bedpost with the belt then said to Ezra, “Lube her ass.”

  Ezra climbed off the bed, found the lube, and drove two fingers deep into her rear channel with no warning. It burned but in the best way. She clenched her inner muscles on him as he began to lube her properly, while Noah came around to the other side of the bed and tied her right wrist to the bedpost on that side. Idly she wondered which belt was his and which one was Ezra’s. She wanted to know every little thing about both of them, to recognize instantly what things belonged to which person.

  Verity pushed back on Ezra’s fingers, wanting the hard thickness of a cock in there, not just a couple fingers.

  “Are you ready, Verity?”

  “Yes, yes, both of you fuck me now. I want both of you at once.”

  A hard hand slapped her ass. “You want it hard?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you want us deep?”

  “Yes, yes.”

  More slaps landed on her ass, her thighs, and then sharply across her cunt. That one bit, but the pain just made her cream flow more. She was so ready to be fucked and she needed them. Both of them. Hard, deep, now!

  Noah slithered across the bed, sliding under her body. His hands gripped her hips and he drove up and into her with no warning. He was huge and her tissues had to stretch wide to accommodate him. But it felt wonderful to be filled with a hot, hard man. Her man.

  “Now take her ass, Ezra.”

  Ezra pulled her ass cheeks apart, and just as Noah had done, he slammed into her, forcing his cock through the tight ring of muscle, jackhammering deep into her, burning all the way down until his balls were pressed hard against her ass.

  Noah ground his pelvis against her clit, forcing the jewelry to press into her delicate skin. He pushed her up off him a little and pinched both nipples hard. “Do you still want it deep and hard?”

  “Yes,” she said, loving the bites of pain.

  “Then that’s what we’ll do. Together,” he ordered Ezra.

  The two men pulled out of her so fast she was almost left breathless at their speed, then they slammed into her. If they hadn’t been holding her so tightly between them, she rather thought she may have bounced right off the bed with the power of their legs. Each man had one hand on her shoulder and the other on her hip. It seemed to be enough for them to place her where they wanted her to thrust in and out of her. They kept perfectly in sync with each other, her body and the bed bouncing up and down as they drove in and out, so fast she could hardly catch her breath between the strokes. With her wrists tied to the bedposts and her legs tangled between theirs, she had no way of controlling her body and had to trust they were able to keep her where they needed her. They were certainly hitting all the best places inside her. Her ass burned with the force of Ezra’s strokes and her clit tingled with the pressure of Noah on the little barbell. Every few strokes he slammed against her G-spot, increasing her need to come.

  “Please, please, please, make me come, now,” she begged.

  “Just a bit longer,” said Noah, angling his hips and driving slightly sideways into her, hitting an entirely new area of tissues at the end of his stroke. Noah twisted his body, bending his head down and sucking her breast into his mouth, yet still kept up his powerful driving in and out of her cunt with his cock. He was human, not shape-shifter, so she couldn’t imagine how he did it.

  He must have given some signal to Ezra, because Noah flattened his feet on the mattress before he said, “Now!” and bit down on her breast. Noah’s cock rammed into her cunt, Ezra’s into her ass simultaneously, and for a moment she wondered if they’d come out her mouth they penetrated her so deeply. The pain in her breast roared through her as the bed bounced hard on its four legs. Her orgasm raced through her and she screamed, then the bed broke and the three of them crashed to the floor surrounded by splintered bed slats.

  Her body was tilted on a strange angle with her arms tied to the bedposts and the mattress on the floor. But still her climax roared through her and her cunt and ass held tight to both men, who were filling her with their cum.

  The door of the bedroom was flung open, and a man began to laugh. Still caught up in her orgasm, Verity was glad she couldn’t see who it was.

  “What the hell? There’s a dungeon for that. I’ll send you a bill for a new bed.” The door slammed shut.

  Verity laughed. “Larry?” asked Ezra, disentangling himself from her body and the smashed bed.

  “Yep,” said Noah, standing up and untying Verity’s wrists.

  “Then the sooner we move into our house the better. I hope you bought a solid bed.”

  Verity laughed harder.

  * * * *

  Every night after work Noah stopped his car and walked through the building site where their house was taking shape. The four modular units had arrived and were set on the concrete pad, the two empty ones facing the two roads and the ones that would be their private area to the back of the block. The little triangle of land was absolutely perfect. Out front was just enough space for a sweeping curved driveway accessing both roads that would hold half a dozen cars and a small lawn that he knew Verity intended to have surrounded by flower beds. Along the fence line with the movie studio they were going to plant creepers and flowering shrubs. Behind the house was a small area where they could park their own cars, then the high electrified fence to Carnal Connections. They wouldn’t be able to put any plants on it, because of the need for security, and wouldn’t even park their cars there unless the space out front was needed for guests. So likely not even once a week.

  When they set the security up, after the house was finished, he’d make sure there was an extra camera watching the back of the house, to ease any worries Larry may still have about them being so close to Carnal Connections land. Noah couldn’t help but grin. What must they have looked like, their bodies all tangled together in the wreckage of the bed? Larry’d actually dealt with that very well. Noah wasn’t sure he’d have been so calm in the other man’s shoes.

  Noah turned and looked out at the movie studio land. Nicholas and Curtis and their helpers had been working hard there, too. The storage building had been assembled before winter set in, and since they weren’t filming outdoors right now no wooden sets were up, but tiny different-colored pegs marked where everything would go, and he knew the inside of the large main studio was not only fully set up but also in use.

  The big blond photographer, Galen, had been taking still shots for them for some project or other. The man was becoming as much an integral part of the community as David had become. Sometimes Noah envied them, the way they’d just fit in and found their own niche, but he loved his job as a town planner and had no ambition to leave it and find a job in the community, although he was glad to have been accepted and befriende
d by them.

  Other people worked outside of course, like Serena and Verity at DNK Technology, Tor and William, who were both nurses at the local hospital, and some of the others. Cameron, for example, was an attorney, and Gaynor and Ramona both worked with Nicholas and Curtis at the movie studio, as did Raegan, who was their scene painter.

  Noah climbed back in his car. Time to check over every tiny detail of the mating. That was one night it would not be funny if the bed broke. He wanted everything to be absolutely perfect for his wedding night.

  * * * *

  About once a week the panther women all went running together through the undeveloped area of the land. They were very careful to go different ways and to different places each week, not wanting to wear tracks in the land and spoil its wilderness appeal.

  Of course this was so much easier in the snow, as their paws were on snow and ice, not on grass or plants at all.

  Often it was Ramona who led them. As the Alpha’s mate, she was the highest-ranked female in the pack. But everyone in the pack could offer ideas until an actual order was given, so sometimes other women made suggestions and led. Tonight it was Autumn, who said, “We haven’t been down by the river in ages. Shall we go there tonight?”

  “River?” scoffed Serena. “Would you really call it a river? The world’s smallest river maybe.”

  “Well, you know what I mean,” said Autumn peaceably.

  “I’d like to go there,” said Leticia.

  “Yes, me, too,” added Verity.

  “All right. You lead, Autumn,” said Ramona.

  They shifted into animal form and off they ran.

  They needed to run, thought Verity, because it was way too fucking cold to stand still.

  The first time she’d shifted after she’d had her cliteral hood pierced, she’d wondered if the jewelry would fall out when she transformed or even catch on something as she ran. She’d been very careful, but it was tucked up hard against her body, so unless she actually dragged her genitals through a bush it would be very unlikely to catch on anything.