The Wolf Masters 1
Naked for Her Two Masters
Andorra Yasbit’s father took off with a blonde bimbo and her stepmother closed their apartment. So Andorra hikes up a mountain and discovers a wonderful hot spring. The only problem is the werewolf who owns it is Master Kingston, who’s used to being pursued by gold digging women. And he has an equally Dominant best friend, Master Raleigh. They don’t believe she’s arrived by accident.
The two men take Andorra to the dungeon, but instead of being scared Andorra revels in the punishment and orgasms. The men can’t find any evidence Andorra has been lying to them, but Master Kingston can’t bring himself to trust her either. And the more time they spend together, the stronger the attraction between the three of them grows. Kingston is determined to break her and prove she’s deceitful. Raleigh wants to believe her but owes his allegiance to his Alpha. What can Andorra do to demonstrate she’s telling the truth?
Note: This book contains dubious consent.
Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Paranormal, Vampires/Werewolves
Length: 35,434 words
NAKED FOR HER TWO MASTERS
The Wolf Masters 1
Berengaria Brown
MENAGE AND MORE
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NAKED FOR HER TWO MASTERS
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
About the Author
NAKED FOR HER TWO MASTERS
The Wolf Masters 1
BERENGARIA BROWN
Copyright © 2013
Prologue
High up in the wildest part of the mountains, far from any town or city, is a group of hot springs surrounded by caves. Werewolf shape-shifters have lived there for hundreds of years practicing their own brand of BDSM love. The Master’s word is law and he holds the key to a woman’s pleasure.
Chapter One
“You’re useless, worthless, and no more help to me than a piece of dog shit on my shoe. Get your gear and get out of here and never come back,” screamed the manager of the bar, his face bright red with fury and spittle flying from his mouth.
Andorra Yasbit stared back at him, just as angry as he was, but helpless to do anything to deflect his wrath. A drunken patron had stood up and pushed his chair backward into her as she was carrying a tray loaded with drinks past his table. No matter how strong and well balanced she was, it was inevitable something would get spilled.
“What about the money you owe me?” she asked.
“I don’t owe you anything. You haven’t finished your shift. Now get the hell out of my bar and off my land before I call the cops on you.”
Andorra turned and did as she was told but it was damn unfair. She couldn’t possibly have known the man would stand up just as she was walking past his table, and she’d been working for four hours already. Okay, it was minimum wage but she’d been hoping to get some tips as well. And now she had no place to stay tonight and not enough money to pay for accommodation in even the cheapest hotel. Fuck it!
She collected her backpack and sleeping roll from the storeroom beside the kitchen, where the owner had said she could sleep after her shift, and slid her arms through the straps. It had seemed so exciting to backpack around America when she’d started three months ago, and she’d certainly seen some truly amazing scenery, but right now she’d give everything she owned to have her family back together again and a home to return to tonight.
“Suck it up, princess. Build a bridge and get over it,” she told herself for possibly the ten millionth time. She was used to finding places to sleep. How hard could it be? She just needed a band shell, or a rotunda in a park. Even a bus station would do.
Andorra had always enjoying going on long walks, so when her father had run off with a blonde bimbo from his office, and her stepmother had taken her own son and closed up their apartment, backpacking around the States had seemed like a really fun thing to do. But that was before she’d discovered that someone had emptied her bank account and closed it down—very likely her father, who’d always spent every cent he’d earned. And backpacking with zero money wasn’t quite so much fun. Pretty much the only jobs she could get were waitressing, which paid very little unless she was prepared to strut through the bar topless.
Resolutely Andorra turned her back on the small town and walked toward the mountains. It was early fall but not too cold yet. She’d find an uninhabited area where she could camp
out for a while. Somewhere with a river where she could drink pure water and catch some fish to eat, all free of charge. At least the rivers all began in these mountains and the water was clear and pure. She wasn’t ready to give up yet.
For the next week Andorra climbed higher and higher up the mountains. At first there were trails to follow, but then she just kept heading upward. She followed a river so she always had water, and she tried to stop early enough each afternoon to put her net in the water and catch a few fish for her supper. That didn’t always work. Some days she found trees still with berries on them, though, and they were yummy. So much nicer than anything she’d ever bought in a store.
In the back of her mind Andorra knew she couldn’t keep living like this. She wasn’t eating enough. She was always hungry. And her diet certainly wasn’t nutritionally balanced either. Plus, come winter she’d have to be in a town with a job and an apartment to return to each evening. But for now, she refused to think about that and just kept climbing the mountain. Reaching the top was her aim, her goal, her focus. Somehow it felt to her that if she made it to the top of the mountain all her problems would be solved. But it seemed like every time she reached the top of one peak, there was another one just ahead of her, higher and more beautiful than the one she’d already attained.
By the time she saw steam rising from a peak still ahead of her, Andorra began to wonder if it was a volcano, or if she was hallucinating from hunger. The river was only a very small trickle now, and she’d caught no fish the night before, but chewing onion grass tasted good, even though she knew not to swallow it no matter how hungry she became.
Logic told Andorra she needed to turn back and find a town and real food. Obstinacy made her promise herself she’d turn back only after she’d seen the volcano. “I’ve never seen a volcano before, and dammit, I’ve come this far, I’ll get the rest of the way.”
Two days later, Andorra crested a hill and looked down at a bubbling pool of water. Water, not lava. Cautiously she slid down the inside of the slope, stopping at a rocky ledge just above the steaming water. Andorra sat on the ledge entranced by the steam, then rolled up the sleeve of her sweatshirt and dipped the tips of her fingers in the water, wondering whether it would be caustic or burning. Instead it felt like regular hot water out of a faucet. She leaned farther over, dipping her entire hand in the water and leaving it there for several minutes. But still the water seemed perfectly harmless. She flicked her tongue over one finger tasting the wetness. Yep, it tasted normal. Just like regular warm water.
“Oh wow. A hot tub. A natural hot tub.” Andorra shrugged her pack off her back, then unlaced her boots and removed them before stripping out of her filthy jeans and grimy sweatshirt. She stepped into the hot pool, standing with the water only just above her ankles to ensure the pool didn’t suddenly drop away under her feet or get burning hot, then took a few more paces into the water. The bottom of the pool was rock and curved gradually into the center, rather like a bowl. She kneeled down a few times, finally settling in a place where the water came up to her neck.
“This’s so good. I’m so glad I came here.”
The hot water relaxed all her muscles, soothing scrapes and pains Andorra hadn’t even realized she’d had. After a while she explored the entire hollow sitting in various places and finally stopping again where she could stretch her entire body right out, her neck leaning on a rock and the rest of her floating gently in the water.
Her hunger, her lack of home and family, her need for a job before winter arrived, all dropped away from her and she dozed and floated peacefully in this heavenly place.
* * * *
As Alpha of the Hot Springs Wolves, Kingston was used to women pursuing him and begging him to be their Master. Of course, ninety percent of them weren’t really interested in the BDSM lifestyle. What they wanted was half a dozen light spanks to their ass and a thousand-dollar diamond ring on their finger. Five years ago he’d moved the management of the pack transportation business from the city to the mountains where he didn’t have to meet up with anyone other than pack members unless he chose to. It was the best decision of his life, even though it meant he’d had to put off finding his mate indefinitely.
But even that had been a good decision. He and Raleigh had agreed to share a human woman when they found one prepared to be a true sub to them both. Although so far, the gold diggers who wanted him weren’t interested in being involved in a ménage. Well that was fine. He needed a sub who would obey his every command without complaining or attempting to think or argue. A woman who could trust him with every aspect of her life. Not some party girl who only wanted to spend his money and was prepared to let him tie her up occasionally as long as she kept hold of his credit card.
Yeah, maybe he was a little bitter and too hard on some of the women, but fucking hell. He’d had zero success at finding one he thought even worth taking up into the mountains. And now that he was living at the hot springs again, only visiting the city when he had to for pack business, he was even less likely to find a woman. Maybe it was time to send Raleigh out for a few weeks. Let him tour a couple states, drum up some more business for the company, wine and dine some fat cats, and check out the available females while he did that.
Kingston stretched his back, standing up from his computer and wiggling his shoulders then doing some knee bends as he looked out the floor-to-ceiling, triple-glazed window. When he said the pack lived in the caves at the hot springs, party princesses stared at him in horror, obviously picturing rough rock walls and dirt floors. Well, maybe the caves had been like that a couple hundred years ago, but not in his lifetime. The dungeons did indeed have the original rock walls, although the floor was stone, not dirt.
But the pack lived in a three-story building at the top of the mountain, with solid stone walls and every modern convenience, including central heating and cooling, the Internet, and some of the hot springs themselves in the basement next to the dungeons. On the roof of the building was the helipad and the helicopter they used for fast travel to the major towns in this and the three neighboring states where the pack companies did their business.
An added bonus to living here was not having to guard his tongue all the time. Out in the world the pack never admitted they were werewolf shape-shifters. Hell, mostly they didn’t even mention BDSM or ménages either. But the biggest secret was their shape-shifter status. The real world was full of people who either didn’t believe shape-shifters existed or else feared them and were disgusted by them. Neither response was good for business. So they used the term company instead of pack, and CEO instead of Alpha. But nothing changed who and what they were. He was Master Kingston, BDSM Dom, and Alpha of the Hot Springs Wolf Pack.
He was also tired of being inside on such a beautiful day. He bent over and logged off his computer then ran down the stairs of the building and out onto the mountain. Turning south, he decided to hike to the most distant springs, ones several rough and demanding miles away. He hadn’t been there for a while, so it’d be an excellent way of burning off his excess energy.
* * * *
Raleigh was lying flat on his back on the floor of his office, his legs resting against the wall vertically, and his laptop balanced against his thighs. People sometimes looked at him as if he were nuts, but he really found it a very comfortable position for working as long as he didn’t need to do much typing. It was his preferred angle for reading documents.
Of course, it did nothing for his engorged and aching dick. It’d been way too long since he and Kingston had road tested an applicant for the job of being Kingston’s mate. Besides, the last one had only lasted one night. She’d been sticking to Kingston like a barnacle for a month and had been trying to get him into bed for most of that time. When Kingston had pointed out he wanted Raleigh as well she’d agreed, and although Raleigh had been a bit wary of her agenda, they’d taken her to bed. Once. It turned out she didn’t appreciate even the mildest of spanking, refused to wear a blindfold or handc
uffs, and hadn’t let either of their cocks anywhere near her ass.
Which was, of course, perfectly reasonable as her choice, but hardly what she’d led them to believe, and Kingston hadn’t returned any of her phone calls or text messages since that night. Raleigh was twenty-eight. Kingston had turned thirty. It was time they found a woman and mated her. Then his nights would be spent giving her world-class orgasms instead of jacking himself off in the shower.
Raleigh closed his eyes and tried to picture the kind of woman they needed. Well, she had to like BDSM. Really like it. Be prepared to wear a collar, to be naked in their apartment, to completely obey their instructions knowing they would be targeted at increasing her own pleasure. Apart from that? He found he didn’t really care whether she was a blonde, a brunette, or a redhead. Any of them was fine by him. She did need to be moderately fit. They lived in the mountains and everywhere she went outside the pack building would be either uphill or downhill. There were no roads here, only the narrowest of walking tracks.
And finally it would be good if she was independently wealthy. Then they’d know for sure she wasn’t just after the pack’s money, but really loved and wanted them, as people, not as platinum credit cards. It was stupid really. The money belonged to the pack. As CEO Kingston was the primary one managing it, but they had a team of accountants to ensure wise decisions were made. Decisions that would benefit the entire pack and not just its leader.
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