Panther Cove 5
Their Virgin Mate
Tanya Goodman has a secret. She may own a sex shop in Delight, North Carolina, and have the whole town believing she’s a Dominatrix, but she’s really an overweight virgin with more curves than the Blue Ridge Mountains.
Security heads Hercules and Casius Drake are panther shifters who take one look at the voluptuous blonde with the sassy attitude and know she’s their mate. They love that she’s a real woman and are determined to do what it takes for her to fall in love with them. Their fear is that even if they do gain her trust in the bedroom, when she learns their most cherished secret, she’ll run. What will they have to do to capture the heart of their mate forever?
Tanya knows these two experienced hunks want to share her, but what will happen when they find out she’s not what she claims to be?
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.
Genre: BDSM, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Shape-shifter
Length: 48,836 words
THEIR VIRGIN MATE
Panther Cove 5
Melody Snow Monroe
MENAGE EVERLASTING
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THEIR VIRGIN MATE
Copyright © 2013 by Melody Snow Monroe
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THEIR VIRGIN MATE
Panther Cove 5
MELODY SNOW MONROE
Copyright © 2013
Chapter One
“Dildos on the top shelf? Check. Floggers to the right? Check again,” Tanya Goodman mumbled to herself as she made space on the second to the bottom shelf for more items. “And lubes and jellies here.” She stepped back to study her handiwork and smiled at the arrangement.
As owner of Tanya’s Sex Shop, she wanted her place to be friendly, sexy, and classy all at the same time. When she’d graduated from college four years ago, her mom had just died and left her a little money. It was always her mother’s dream to run her own business, so that was when Tanya decided to open this store, kind of in her honor. Sure, Mom always wanted to own a bookstore and would have had another heart attack if she knew her only daughter sold whips, dildos, and vibrators, but hey, an entrepreneur was an entrepreneur.
At least the good people of Delight, North Carolina had welcomed her store, in part she believed, because many claimed there was a certain mystery about her. That worked for her.
She rubbed her hands down her pants and groaned at the growing ripples around her hips.
“Some mystery.” If they saw what was under this too-tight corset, they’d see it was just plain old fat. “No mystery there, friends.”
Thinking of mysteries, she remembered last night’s party. Sasha MacLeash, her good friend, had looked so happy when Trace and Danny Sanders asked her to marry them. That was right before her friend told her that the amazing Panther Cove security men, Casius and Hercules Drake, had the hots for Tanya. That was a joke. They were close to seven feet tall, just a wee bit taller than her five-foot-three-inch height, and were solid muscle. No fat on those boys. Hell, when she’d wandered over to get a look at the eye candy, they’d turned their backs to her. That rejection still hurt.
Tanya checked the clock and realized she’d probably been standing there for over ten minutes daydreaming. Whoops. She should have opened five minutes ago. Outside, the snow was blowing pretty hard, and the windows had rattled with every gust, so she doubted she’d get many customers today, but she still needed to open up. That was one negative of living in the Blue Ridge Mountains. While Delight was fabulous from March to October, the other months could be challenging.
She flipped the sign from Closed to Open and traipsed over to the chairs near the front window and sat down for a moment, glad for the respite after stocking the shelves for close to two hours. Frequently, husbands would come in and not want to walk around while their wives checked out the undergarments. Hence this little alcove, which had been invaluable for sales.
She straightened the magazines on the coffee table then picked up one magazine that contained the newest in sexy lingerie and leafed through the pages. She sighed knowing she’d never fit in any of these delicate items. If she tried, even she wouldn’t have been able to stand looking in the mirror. She’d found a plus-size magazine once and thought she’d finally found clothes that would look good on her, but even those models were only mildly overweight.
The bell rang above the door, and two girls, who looked no more than eighteen, bustled in. Tanya jumped up to greet them. There must have been some important upcoming event for them to come out in this weather. They wore fur-lined jackets with hoods, tight leggings, and cute UGG boots, looking totally adorable.
Tanya stepped into the aisle. “Hi, ladies. How can I help you?” She had
n’t seen them in her store before.
The girl with the perfect nose, full lips, and carefully lined eyes gave her the once-over and arched a brow. “You carry anything in size zero?”
In Delight, there were maybe five women, all teenagers, who were that size. It wasn’t cost effective to carry something that tiny. Even though the girl’s jacket covered most of her, Tanya ran her gaze up and down. “I’m afraid not.”
“Why? Doesn’t the owner expect thin people to come into the store? Or does she think only fat people need help looking sexy?”
“I might have a bra in a size zero.” Okay, that was horrible, but right now she wasn’t in the mood to take shit off this pipsqueak. What gave her to right to judge someone?
The expected sneer appeared. “What’s your problem, lady? I can’t believe the owner even hired someone like you.”
The other girl, who was taller and a little heavier, tugged on her girlfriend’s arm. “Come on, Brittany. Let’s go.”
Please do.
Tanya refrained from telling them she was the owner. They didn’t deserve a response. Using her sexiest pose, she planted her hands on her hips, slid one foot forward, and tilted back her head, daring them to say one more word.
“Let’s go to the mall to the other shop.”
As soon as the door closed and the girls disappeared down the street, Tanya edged her way to the counter as anger roiled in her stomach. She had to inhale a few times to calm down. If she’d had claws, she might have been tempted to use them. Damn. Where was a whip when a girl needed one?
She didn’t know why she got so upset. It wasn’t like it was the first time people made fun of her size. Couldn’t they see she was a real person who had feelings?
Before her frustration diffused, the bell above the door chimed again. She prayed it wasn’t those two teenage girls coming back. When she saw who’d come in, her heart stopped. Oh, fuck. It was those two Adonises, Hercules and Casius, from last night’s party. Right now, she couldn’t deal with them picking up tiny lingerie for their woman.
“Hello, boys.” She pretended she didn’t remember them from the party. After all, they had their backs to her the whole time. She’d watched them while waiting for Sasha to ask her men some questions under the guise of checking them out. “Go ahead and look around.” She waved a hand and pretended to be busy at the cash register.
According to Sasha, the taller giant was Hercules. He nudged the shorter one, and they both faced her as if they wanted her attention. So as not to appear rude, she looked up and plastered on a smile. Now she could study them like she’d wanted to at the party. Hercules sported a short-cropped, dark beard and had a straight Roman nose that complemented his deep-set, black eyes. Her breath caught just gazing at his muscles. Statue makers had probably used the man’s image as inspiration.
Both men had on jean jackets, but they weren’t bulky. They conformed to their muscular builds. Casius’s lips had the slightest downturn to them at the end, making him appear to be the brooding type. While he wasn’t smiling, his intense, gray eyes stared at her almost in a lustful glare. Instead of making her uncomfortable, he made her body yearn for more.
Tanya lowered her gaze to his full lips that were made for kissing and then looked up slightly to his broad nose that distinguished him from his brother. It didn’t look like he’d shaven this morning, but the rest of him appeared quite perfect.
Hercules nodded toward the back wall. “We wanted to take a look at the whips.”
Her pussy moistened as she thought about how she might like to take a whip to their bare asses. Get real. Only in her dreams had she whipped a man. The toys in her store were the only things to ever touch the inside of her pussy, but she wasn’t willing to let anyone but her two girlfriends, Georgiana and Sasha, in on that secret.
Since Tanya carried many types of whips, she needed to give some explanations. “This way.” She held her head high and sucked in her stomach, but all that did was cause the stays in her corset to dig into her hips even more.
If she hadn’t owned the store, she might not have been as enthusiastic to help them find something to pleasure their woman. All last night she’d kind of gotten her hopes up about these men once Sasha told her they wanted her as their mate. Now she knew that was a joke on her. They must have learned of her false reputation. The townsfolk all thought she was some kind of dominatrix, but that façade would fall apart if she ever got near these two.
She picked up one item. “Perhaps your lady friend would like this Tantric Satin Pleasure Whip.” It was one of her favorites, though she understood that trying it on herself wouldn’t have had the same effect as if someone else used it on her.
Hercules kept his gaze on her, not even glancing at the glossy package. “Is that something you’d like?”
Her mouth turned dry. Say something. “If I get to wield it.” What was one more lie?
He burst out laughing, but the hurt didn’t cut. In fact, she didn’t think he was making fun of her. “Babe, you just don’t look like the type to be on top.”
That was an insult. “Why not?” She stuck out her chest, trying to look as intimidating as possible.
He cupped her chin, and her insides melted. “You’re too tiny to put much muscle behind it.”
Now she was speechless. No one had ever called her tiny. She cleared her throat and stepped out of his reach. She turned around and fumbled through the other options and picked up another type of whip. He was being ridiculous, as the power of the whip was all in the wrist.
She faced him again. “Perhaps you’d like this Fetish Fantasy Silk Rope Whip.” She’d memorized everything the website had said about it. “It has five knotted, silk strands that won’t leave welts but gives a whisper of pain. Do you like to tantalize and tease?” Why am I doing this to myself?
He loomed over her. “If it feels that good, maybe you should let me try it out on you.”
Her heart skipped a beat, and she stepped back. The air got too thin, and her nipples hardened. Given her breasts sat above the corset and her bra was thin, she bet he’d be able to see through her shirt.
“I’m thinking your lady friend wouldn’t like that.”
Casius stepped closer, but she didn’t take her eyes off of Hercules’s dimpled cheeks.
“Babe, there is no other woman.”
That made no sense. “Then why buy it?” She glanced at Casius. Holy crap. Don’t tell me they’re gay and want to use it on each other. Why hadn’t she seen that before? Because you secretly want them for yourself. She waved a hand, not wanting to hear them state the obvious. “Never mind.”
Casius reached over and removed the Silk Rope Whip package from her hands. “We’ll take this.”
She swallowed hard. “I’ll ring you up.” She cast her gaze downward, not understanding why her body was responding to these men in such an odd way.
Lust wasn’t a foreign feeling, but this was more. It was as if they’d cast a magic spell on every inch of her body. Her nipples had hardened, her virgin pussy had gotten wet, and her pulse turned rapid. Damn.
Sure they were gorgeous hunks. Any woman would be fanning herself, but it was more than that. Every cell in her body was vibrating. She glanced between the men and knew that even if they weren’t put off by her size and wanted to make love with her that she couldn’t even accommodate them. Given the wide variations in sizes of dildos and vibrators, she knew her limits.
As she stepped to the register, Hercules lightly grabbed her arm to stop her. It would have been rude not to turn around. She did so, and her heart dropped to her stomach. His beautiful smile sent an electric current straight through her. What was wrong with her?
“We really didn’t come for any whips, though we don’t mind using them. We came to see if you’d go with us to the Delight Christmas festival this weekend.”
She didn’t think before she answered. “No.” That was rude. “Thank you.”
Their chests seemed to cave slightly. They looke
d at each other as if they hadn’t thought of a plan if she turned them down. It made sense they would have been surprised. She bet no woman had ever told them no.
That evil devil, who often sat on her shoulder, suggested they were here on a bet.
“Why not?” While Casius’s voice sounded soft and sincere, his hands were clenched looking like he wanted to punch someone. “We like you and thought it might be nice to do something together.”
The wind rattled the front window, providing her with a good excuse. “It’ll be cold out. I’m not so good with cold.” That was a blatant lie. She usually was super hot. Being in the crisp air would be wonderful.
“Okay.”
They turned at the same time. As they got close to the door, Casius placed the whip on the table that he’d had in his hand and jetted out the door. Tanya stood there for a moment, trying to figure out what the hell had happened.
* * * *
Casius stomped toward their truck. “You really screwed that up.”
“Me? You were the sour one.”
“A whip? Really? What woman wants to think we’re only interested in getting her in bed?”
Hercules jerked open the driver’s side door and jumped in. Casius followed suit. Even though the snowstorm was gaining strength, he felt none of it. He was too pissed to notice.
Hercules jammed the key in the ignition. “You’ve heard the talk around town. She’s a dominatrix. Those kinds of women like to use a whip.”
Those kinds of women? Ha. “You’re a moron.” He stared out the window as his brother headed back to Panther Cove. “She’s our mate, and we have to find a way to win her over.”
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