The Patient Is a Shark [Shape-Shifter Clinic 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Cara Adams

  Quinn pulled the bedding down while Rainer rolled her onto her back and lifted the sleep shirt off her body. Quinn removed her panties, being very careful of her knee, which was still throbbing, although not nearly as much as ten minutes ago.

  Quinn sat against the headboard of the bed and put her head on his knee. He grasped her wrists in his hands, restraining her, and nodded to Rainer. “Use your hands and mouth anywhere on her to bring her to orgasm.”

  “Oh, a challenge. I’m always up for a challenge.”

  Wynter smiled. He was up all right. His cock was most definitely up. She could feel Quinn’s cock against her back, and he was a long, hard ridge against her spine, so she guessed he was ready to play as well.

  Quinn controlled her hands, not letting her touch either of them. In one way it was frustrating, because she’d enjoyed stroking their hair and skin last night. But in another way it was most arousing, knowing that he held the power over her, he was controlling her responses. She rather liked the feeling it gave her.

  Rainer was careful not to put any pressure on her sore knee. He kissed and licked her belly and her ribs, but he leaned over her body instead of leaning on her. Even when he began to suck her breast and to touch her face, he held himself up off her, not putting any weight on her at all.

  Finally he lay below her, his mouth on her cunt, and began flicking his tongue on and around her clit. Around and around he licked, then he sucked it hard, only to go back to teasing around it again.

  Next he moved his tongue to her slit, swiping his way up and down it before nibbling along the edges of her labia with sexy, gentle, nipping bites. Finally, when she was almost insane with need, he thrust his tongue inside her and began tongue-fucking her in earnest.

  Now he used one hand to stroke the sensitive inner skin of her right thigh and along the join between her leg and her body, making her shiver with need.

  “A shiver of sharks,” whispered Quinn, who then bent down and kissed her.

  Desperately she thrust her tongue into his mouth, wanting more, deeper, much more.

  Quinn moved her hands so he was clasping both her wrists in one of his big, strong hands, and he used the other to tease her breast.

  Rainer lifted her good leg up over his shoulder so he could get his face hard against her cunt, and he sucked her clit and her pussy lips, then tongue-fucked her some more.

  Wynter could feel the orgasm building deep inside her, building, building, closer, closer.

  “Yes!”

  The release crashed through her, and she thrust her hips up into Rainer’s face as she came and came.

  The two men kissed and stroked her skin, gentling her, relaxing her. “But what about you?” she asked, and gave a huge yawn. How embarrassing!

  “This is all about you. We want you happy and relaxed. It’s going to be a very long day tomorrow,” said Quinn.

  I really need to suck them off. Both of them. Soon. But not now. Right now she was too tired to think.

  * * * *

  She woke before five, returned to her room, put her bikini on, and walked carefully into the living room, wondering if her laptop had been brought into the apartment last night or if she needed to go out to the car and get it herself. But there it was sitting on the table. They were so good to her, so caring and thoughtful.

  She opened it up and went straight to her e-mails. There was the usual handful of spam, which she deleted. If only all those people who wanted her to share their multimillions of dollars were real. Even if just one of them was real it would have solved all her problems forever.

  She had a couple of e-mails from friends asking how she was getting on, so she told them she was on her way to Ohio for her knee surgery.

  At first she thought the final e-mail was from the clinic and clicked on it, wondering if anything had changed. But it wasn’t. It was from the person—or people—who didn’t want her to go to the shape-shifter clinic.

  Do not go to the shape-shifter clinic. It does not belong to Dr. Thorne. The property is mine, not his. Do not be led astray by the vain imaginings of this charlatan. Go to a real doctor instead.

  Hastily she clicked through her saved e-mails, looking for the one from the attorney. There it was. She copied the attorney’s e-mail address then forwarded this new e-mail to her, saying only, This was in my inbox this morning.

  “I hope she can sort it out.”

  “You hope who can sort what out, sweetie?”

  She turned. Rainer was standing in the doorway rubbing his short black hair, still looking half-asleep. Neither man had stirred as she’d slid off the end of the bed a little while ago. They’d both been deeply asleep.

  “Nothing to worry about now. We can talk about it in the car later. Let me just close down the laptop and we can go swimming.”

  I hope that’s right. I hope it doesn’t mean anything. It wasn’t threatening really. I mean, he didn’t say he’d try to stop me or do anything to me. It was just a warning. A warning I plan to ignore.

  Quinn entered the room. Already he was fully dressed. “Leave out the clothes you plan to wear today, and I’ll pack everything else back in the car while you swim. Is there anything you want with you in the backseat? A book to read, some handwork or a craft project, or anything?”

  Here they were again. Looking after her so kindly. “No, I’m fine, thanks. I have some books and music, and the puzzle book you gave me isn’t even half-done.”

  She went back into her bedroom and laid out clean underwear and a fresh T-shirt with the same jeans she’d worn the previous day, then pushed everything else back into her overnight bag. She went to carry it out to the living room, but Quinn was there waiting to take it. She knew he’d carry her, too, if she looked like she couldn’t walk. But she did need to move around a little seeing as she’d be sitting all day. Then she walked slowly and carefully down the path to the pool with Rainer. She knew he was itching to carry her, but she also knew she had to keep moving or what little muscle tone she still had left would disappear.

  Even last night’s fucking hadn’t really exercised her muscles. They’d been so considerate and thoughtful with her she’d done almost none of the work to gain her orgasm. Both men were so delightful to look at, and such wonderful people through and through, she couldn’t help lusting after them. But she had to remember this was just a road trip. Not a summer romance. Even though her body was demanding she invite them both inside her again. I have no idea why I asked for sex. That’s not me at all. It must be the drugs I’m taking. They must send my libido skyrocketing or something. Plus their scents. There’s something truly compelling about their scents.

  She took off her bikini, dived into the pool, transformed, and swam up and down in a businesslike manner. No ball games, no fun, no people. Just enough swimming to make sure her skin could cope with a long day on the road.

  When she was sure she’d be all right, she climbed out again. Rainer handed her the towel and carried her back to the apartment. She could get so used to being carried around. Both men were so strong, yet completely gentle. They took a lot of care to ensure her knee wasn’t jolted or held at an awkward angle.

  And they smelled so good. They had quite distinctly different scents, but both were as erotic as hell.

  A man in black pants and a white shirt was pushing an empty food trolley away from them toward the main house as they approached the apartment.

  “Perfect timing. It looks like breakfast has just arrived,” said Rainer.

  And that was another thing. They might think she hadn’t noticed, but she had. They were eating more than just a few sandwiches and some apples and drinking water. Every time they stopped for gas Quinn had come back to the car with coffee and food, and that wasn’t even mentioning the cookies that had mysteriously appeared in the food bag with her bread either.

  And now a real breakfast after that lovely gazpacho last night. She could hardly wait.

  It was going to be a very long day in the car today, but she wa
s looking forward to lying there and watching the two men, while she remembered every tiny detail of their kindnesses and thoughtfulness toward her. And she wouldn’t even be hungry and worrying about money. With the sale of her television she knew they’d have enough money for gas. No, the only worry was keeping her hands off them when she wanted to rip their clothing off them and be fucked again and again and again.

  She refused to admit to herself the niggling worry, pushed firmly right to the very back of her mind, about the person telling her not to go to the clinic. James McHaig had promised the werewolves would deal with it. She had to trust him—them—to do that.

  * * * *

  Quinn opened the door when a young man dressed in black pants and a white shirt knocked. He held the door wide so the man could push a loaded food trolley into the room.

  “Your breakfast is on the top shelf and the bottom shelf has meals for the rest of the day. The chef has packed plenty of food because our Alpha said you had a long journey and might not be able to stop at the regular rest stops.”

  “Please thank your Alpha and your chef. You’ve been a great help to us all.”

  The young man lifted platter after platter onto the table, while Quinn unloaded two cool bags and a picnic basket from the lower shelf of the trolley and set them by the door to take out to the car.

  Quinn was worried about the trip today. Almost a thousand miles to drive with a woman in pain in the backseat. They’d only stopped three times yesterday, each time for gas and the bathrooms, but that had been only eight hundred miles and a damn long day. They were starting a couple hours earlier today, but it was still going to be a big challenge. Ah, well, at least they had plenty of food. The two cool bags were bulging and the picnic basket was a family-size one, not a single-person one, so even if it only held cups and plates there’d be plenty to eat.

  Rainer had refilled their empty water bottles and chilled the water last night so they wouldn’t have to rely on what was in the cool packs as their only source of liquid either. For a moment he considered opening the picnic basket to see if there were thermoses of hot tea or even hot coffee, but he resisted. They had food and water. They’d be fine. Besides, the smell of breakfast was making his mouth water.

  Just then Rainer carried Wynter in the door and straight into the bathroom. When he came back, Quinn said, “Our hosts have provided meals for us to take with us. I’ll load them in the car. You start eating.”

  “No, you eat. You have to drive. I can eat in the car. The sooner we get on the road the better. I’ll put them in the trunk.”

  Quinn nodded and lifted the insulated lid on one the platters. “Bacon, yum.” He served himself four strips, then found hash browns, mushrooms, and spicy chipolatas.

  By the time Wynter arrived, dressed, he was sipping his second cup of coffee and Rainer was wiping gravy off his own plate with a piece of sourdough bread.

  “I’m sorry to hold you up. I wish I’d thought to leave one of my plates in the car, then I could have taken the food with me to eat as we traveled,” Wynter apologized.

  “You may not have thought of that, but the chef did.” Rainer held up some paper plates and polystyrene coffee cups.

  “Oh good.” Wynter filled a plate for herself and poured coffee into a to-go cup, while Quinn made himself a third cup of coffee and Rainer served himself more food and coffee.

  Quinn looked at the food still remaining on the platters. “Wynter, are you sure that’s enough for you? There’s more left.”

  She seemed undecided then took another scoop of mushrooms and another hash brown. Aha. She is hungry and has been trying to save money by not eating. I thought that.

  Wynter took one of the paper napkins and a pen from her purse and wrote, Thank you so much for your kindness and provision for me. I am most grateful. Wynter Hall.

  Quinn nodded. “They’ve been a wonderful help. Let’s go.”

  Rainer insisted on holding Wynter’s breakfast as well as his own second course, and Quinn hurried ahead to open the car doors for them. Five minutes later they were saying thank-you and good-bye at the gate into the intercom there and then were driving back toward the highway and St. Louis.

  * * * *

  Quinn had listened carefully as Rainer had encouraged Wynter to tell him about her childhood, and they’d both talked a little about their own. As he’d spoken, Rainer had also hinted that he was part of the BDSM world, as a sub. Quinn was curious to know whether Wynter knew anything about BDSM. He waited until the road was clear, with very little traffic, so he could watch her face in the rearview mirror as he spoke.

  “Have you ever been to a BDSM club, Wynter?” he asked her.

  He was pleased to see the faintest of blushes cross her pale cheeks.

  “Actually I went to a bachelorette party that was at a BDSM club. There were a couple male strippers. A Domme tied one up and whipped him while the other one gave the bride-to-be a lap dance. It was—interesting.”

  “Interesting how?” asked Rainer, the very question Quinn wanted answered. Rainer had been a wonderful help and companion the past few days. The man was very perceptive and seemed to know what to do and say instinctively in every circumstance, which was a tribute to his character and personality.

  He flicked his gaze up to the mirror just in time to see her rest her head back against her pillow. She appeared to be thinking. He liked that. He liked the idea she was prepared to dig deep into the question and answer it fully and carefully instead of just giving a meaningless answer off the top of her head.

  “I think, for some people, pain is freeing. It sets their spirit free to explore different ways of thinking and being. As people we’re all very different with our own wants and desires and needs. There’s no one-size-fits-all solution to happiness. No magic set of circumstances that make everyone content.”

  “And what would make you content?” Quinn asked softly.

  “Until I hurt my knee I was content. I had the beach, and a job that paid enough for my needs, which were pretty simple. Right now I can’t wait until my leg is healed again. But I can see that a measured amount of pain might be kind of fun. Certainly that was the consensus of opinion at the bachelorette party.”

  “Did you wish you were being tied up and whipped?” asked Quinn, watching her face again.

  “I wouldn’t mind trying it with someone I trusted. Not now, but after I’m healed. It certainly added to the sex last night when you held my hands so I couldn’t touch either of you. That really did enhance the experience. It really made me focus on what you were both doing to me.”

  Ah, so she did like that. Good.

  “Rainer, what would be your ideal BDSM scene. Let’s pretend I was going to make a scene with you and Wynter. What would you want?”

  “Wynter naked for a start.”

  “And both of you men naked as well.”

  Quinn kept his attention on the road while they all laughed. They were on the Interstate, and since it was still early and they were not near a town, the traffic wasn’t heavy and was moving fast. But today’s drive was a hell of a long one, and he needed to ensure he did not get snarled in traffic or blocked in behind some of the huge trucks. Although most of the trucks were traveling quite fast. Once they approached a hill, that’d all change though, so he needed to be constantly checking as far as a mile ahead to ensure he was in the correct lane at all times.

  “Seriously, Rainer, tell me what you and Wynter might like.”

  Again Quinn watched as Rainer slid his cell phone into the top pocket of his shirt. As well as constantly watching over Wynter, Rainer took his role as navigator seriously, too, constantly checking the traffic updates to warn him of any potential problems. Mostly they took the bypass roads around any big towns, but they needed to be aware of problems in case there were issues that would impact their journey, and it was Rainer who maintained watch on the road news updates. Quinn was impressed by the man. The more he knew of him the more he understood what a genuinely nice per
son he was through and through.

  “Okay. Let me think. Handcuffs of course.”

  “Fluffy pink ones,” teased Wynter.

  Quinn was watching the road again but sensed Rainer turn in his seat so he could see Wynter better.

  “For you, of course. I’ll go for a more masculine denim-blue padding on mine.”

  Quinn couldn’t help smiling. He concentrated on driving but listened as the two people he was hoping to make his subs planned out a scene. From time to time it was wild and crazy, but they were laughing and happy, and that was so important for Wynter, to take her mind off her pain.

  Finally Rainer said, “Right so we have me chained to the ceiling of the room, naked, and Quinn is whipping me with an eighteen-strand flogger. You’re lying on the bed, cuffed hand and foot—”

  “—with fluffy pink fur cuffs,” interjected Wynter.

  “Yes, with fluffy pink fur cuffs, and you’re naked except for the strawberry edible body paint we’ve smeared all over you and which we’re about to lick off.”

  “And then you both fuck me,” Wynter finished.

  “Have you ever been fucked by two men at once, Wynter? One in your cunt and one in your ass?” asked Quinn, flicking his gaze back to the rearview mirror to watch her reply.

  This time her flush was much darker, and she smiled.

  “No, but it’s something I hope you’ll both do. Maybe even tonight.”

  “Tonight?” Rainer’s voice was filled with lust.

  “If you were on your side, so there wasn’t too much pressure on your knee, maybe we could,” said Quinn.

  “I wouldn’t mind some extra pain from the knee, for that.” Wynter’s voice was just above a whisper.

  Rainer cleared his throat and said, “I could give you a few extra pain pills, but are you sure that’s what you want? I mean, I want it, but—”

  Wynter sat up straighter and leaned forward. “Quinn, Rainer, I don’t know why but I’m drawn to you both. I want you both so much every minute of the day. It’s all I can think of. Maybe it’s because we’re together in a car for a long journey. Maybe it’s because I find your scents so enticing, so memorable, special, different. I don’t know. But I do want you, very much, and I’ll look forward to you both taking me tonight. That is…if you both want to.”