Leather and Lace [Skinwalkers 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Page 14

  Zack’s finger rubbed her clit, pushing first hard then easy, then hard again. “Spread your legs for me, woman.”

  She parted her legs, turning Chan loose long enough to watch Zack’s hand move to please her. Heat spread outward from her pussy. She kept her hands around Chan’s cock and brought him to her mouth again.

  Zack’s hand was magic as he parted her sweet petals. He pressed the tip of his finger into her pussy then brought it back out to flick over her clit again. She cried out, letting the sound of it flow over Chan’s dick. She didn’t want to, but she had to turn him loose again to breathe.

  But her breath caught in her throat as Zack increased his speed and the pressure on her throbbing nub. She was dangerously close to an orgasm. She glanced around at the crowd and felt no embarrassment. Instead, she was emboldened by their presence.

  She arched her back, urging him to do more. If he did, she’d let go, taking hold of her future and her freedom.

  Zack put his mouth against her ear. “No, woman. Don’t climax until we say you can.”

  She moaned, letting him know just how hard that would be to stop it. They were asking too much of her. No woman could stop her body from doing what came naturally. Especially around these two men.

  “I need a taste.” Chan eased his cock out of her mouth. “Move, Zack.”

  Zack grumbled something she couldn’t understand, then turned her loose and got to his feet. Chan moved in front of her, then lay down and put his head between her legs.

  “Sit on my face, baby.”

  Her legs almost gave out as she lowered her body. Chan wrapped his arms around her legs to steady her. He pushed her folds apart. “Damn, but you’re wet. I’m going to enjoy seeing you come apart. But don’t let go all the way. Not until we say so.”

  Zack grabbed her by the hair. “My turn, woman.”

  She took him in, dragging him in on a long, slow breath.

  “Please us, woman, and we’ll spend our lives pleasing you.” He tugged on the leash around her neck. “That’s it. Good and strong strokes.”

  Chan lifted up and flicked his tongue over her clit. She shuddered, and almost lost control. Her pussy clenched, aching to have him suck on her. When he skimmed his teeth over her sensitive skin, she had no other option except to turn Zack’s cock loose and moan out her frustration.

  Zack bent low then smacked her butt with the crop. She jerked, the aftereffects of the sting still smarting on her flesh. She flicked her tongue from one side of her mouth to the other and was pleased to see his reaction.

  “You’re teasing me, aren’t you?”

  She smiled, but didn’t say a word.

  He slapped the crop against her butt cheek again. “Watch what you do, baby.”

  He went to his knees again and tossed the crop aside. “I want to feel your flesh ripple against my palm.” He smacked her again, then again in rapid succession.

  She moaned and leaned over, placing her hands on Chan’s tight stomach. His muscles flexed as he held himself up and drew her clit into his mouth.

  Her body burned with desire, putting her even closer to the precipice of release. The more they touched her, the more she ached to have them. Her body was theirs to command and hers to give.

  Chan devoured her, whipping his tongue around her clit then flattening it against it. He drove a finger into her pussy and worked her, moving fast at first then alternating it with slower jabs so that she couldn’t predict what he’d do next.

  Where one man kept her body sizzling at one end of her, the other matched in fervor. Zack slid his tongue over her nipple then skimmed his tongue up to her neck as he played with her breast. He groped her butt cheek, toying with her butt hole. “I want to fuck you from behind. Do you want that, mate?”

  Mate. It was the first time he’d called her that directly. She loved it. “Yes.”

  With every stroke of their hands and their tongues, she became more connected to them. They’d come to mean more to her than anyone else ever could. Nothing could ever tear them apart.

  Zack stroked his fingers over her anus then slipped the tip of his finger inside the tight rings. He worked her, preparing her for what would come.

  She didn’t know how much more she could take with Chan at her pussy and Zack at her ass. She was surprised she’d lasted as long as she had.

  “It’s time.”

  Zack had to repeat what he’d said to get Chan to stop attacking her pussy. “Chan. It’s time.”

  Chan let out a huge sigh of resignation, then pulled himself out from between her legs. “I heard you the first time.”

  Zack stood along with Chan. “Get onto your back, mate.”

  She did, although it was difficult with her hands still tied.

  “Now spread your legs.” Zack moved to stand between her legs.

  She stretched them apart.

  “More.”

  Again, she glanced at the dark, silent forms watching them. Strangely, she still didn’t feel any embarrassment despite the fact that she was exposed even more. She felt only pride that Zack and Chan had chosen her to be theirs. She moved her legs, pushing them as wide as she could.

  Zack turned to the crowd behind them. “This is our woman, our mate. Do you accept her?”

  A murmur of “yes” floated on the air.

  He kneeled between her legs and took the leash in hand. Tugging on it, he had her lift her head up as he bent her legs. His cock pointed straight at her pussy. He rested his hands on her knees, then inched closer.

  “Lace, you are mine.”

  He’d spoken as though it was a statement, but she sensed that he’d meant it as a question. “I’m yours.”

  He plunged into her, driving his cock deep inside her pussy. She cried out, not in pain, but in exhilaration. Wrapping her legs around his hips, she trapped him to her.

  Chan put his hand behind her neck, helping to support her. He played with her nipple, pinching it, rubbing his thumb over it. “That’s it, baby. Clench your pussy around him. Make it good, baby.”

  She did it, tightening around Zack’s cock while staring into Chan’s chocolate gaze. Her breathing became labored as she worked to match Zack’s hard thrusts. Zack yanked on the loop, warning her to keep her head up.

  Candlelight flickered over Zack’s wide chest. His muscles rippled and his arms flexed as he rocked his hips forward then back. His eyes closed and his lips parted.

  She was more woman than she’d ever thought she could be. It was because of the men, her men. She’d repay them for her new life with every breath she took. And yet, as much as she took from them, she’d give in return.

  Zack groaned then fell back onto his heels, but he never withdrew his cock. Chan moved behind her, then pushed her up until she sat on top of Zack.

  Her hair licked the swell of her breasts as her body bounced to the rhythm Zack set up. She looped her arms over his head, to grip his neck. The cord of the leash danced between her breasts.

  “Look at me, Zack.”

  He did as she’d ordered.

  “Tell me that I please you.” She knew the answer, but wanted to hear him say it.

  “You please me more than I can say.” His words were mere whispers, but in the silence of the cave, they sounded like shouts.

  “Good.” She glanced at Chan. In that moment, she took over, claiming them in more than a physical way. “Fuck me from behind, Chan. Claim me.”

  Chan positioned himself behind her as she pushed Zack back and leaned forward, giving him better access. He slipped a finger into the tight rings of her ass, then stroked her. Soon she felt him add the cooling gel that would help ease him inside her. “Damn, but you’re tight.”

  “Chan. Now.”

  He didn’t waste any time. Pressing his cock harder against her, he shoved it into her butt hole. She cried out, vaguely aware of the echoing sound that lasted several moments after she’d stopped.

  The three of them moved as one, as though they’d been brought into the worl
d specifically for each other. Their bodies synced and she would’ve sworn that their hearts beat as one.

  Zack was the first to stop their motion. Tensing, he opened his eyes and the deep blue blaze of them showed that his inner beast was close to the surface. She pressed her mouth to his, accepting the animal inside him as she had accepted the rest of him. He grabbed hold of her hair, tugging their mouths apart, then laid his head back and roared out his release.

  Zack’s body shuddered as he shot his cum into her. She felt the heat of his seed enter her and she tried to clench her pussy tighter and hold his cum there. The only thing that could make her life better was to have their child.

  Chan bit down on her shoulder, not hard enough to break her skin, but enough to draw her attention to him. She looked behind her, saw the intensity on his face and realized that he was about to turn his climax free. Like Zack, he roared out his orgasm, his hands on her breasts as he thrust hard against her one last time.

  It wasn’t only their cocks that drove her over the edge. It was the look in their eyes and the love on their faces. Nothing physical could ever match the pure adoration for her that poured out of them.

  She couldn’t take the time to ask permission to release her orgasm. It was on her too fast, breaking over the unsteady wall she’d built to keep it in. She screamed, uncaring how loud it was, unbothered by the crowd that watched them.

  Lace was no longer a mere woman. She was their mate, now and forever.

  * * * *

  Chan eased away from Lace, then helped place her on her knees on the blanket. He and Zack stood, taking the positions they had at the beginning. Nodding at Zack to say that he was ready, Chan waited as Zack tugged on the leash and brought her to her feet.

  She didn’t appear to be confused or worried. Instead, she held herself straight and tall, a queen by anyone’s standards.

  Chan smiled at her, pride welling in his chest. When Zack turned and started walking toward the lake, he followed, staying by her side.

  Together, they led her into the water. She shivered at the icy chill, but didn’t speak. Without being told, she instinctively knew what to do, proving one more time that she was the right one for them.

  When they were deep enough for the water to reach her waist, Zack removed her bindings and took the leather loop off her neck. He tossed them over his shoulder and let them float away.

  Zack leaned over and placed a tender kiss on her lips. When he pulled away, Chan bent over and put his mouth to hers. She tasted like sex and his cock stirred again. They would make love later that night and for each night after that.

  “With this washing, we wash away your past and cleanse you for our future together.” Zack spoke the words reverently, his voice controlled. Yet Chan heard the underlying emotion that he was feeling, too.

  They washed her, cupping water in their hands then rubbing their palms over her skin. When they had washed away all signs of their lovemaking, Zack put his hand on her head and pushed. She understood what he meant and let him lower her in the water and duck her body underneath.

  When she came up, she tossed her hair back from her face. Droplets rushed down her cheeks and along her back.

  Taking her by the shoulder, Chan turned her back to the land. He nodded once at Zack, then took her hand as Zack took the other. Once they were back at the blanket, they picked it up and dried her off, then did the same to their own bodies.

  Chan helped her with her coat and boots as Zack turned to the others.

  “It is done.”

  Once more, they took her hands as they watched the others leave. They would stay and toast to their new lives, then lead her back to their home and into their lives forever.

  THE END

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  Jane Jamison has always liked “weird stuff” as her mother called it. From an early age she was fascinated with stories about werewolves, vampires, space, aliens, and whatever was hiding in her bedroom closet. (To this day, she still swears she can hear growls and moans whenever the lights are out.)

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