Dominating Their Mate [Wolf Pack Mates 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

  Ginnie blinked. All along she’d agreed they’d be together, but she’d never really put a timeframe on it. Now, right now, she understood at last that the timeframe was now. She didn’t want to be apart from them anymore. Although it was fun staying at the old schoolhouse with Taige and Eve, her place was really with these men. They belonged together. She and Taige and Eve were friends forever. Nothing would change that. Their craft and their past was their link, and the market would keep them together. But in her private life, in her relationship, Malachi and Zircon were now the main features, central, key to her ongoing happiness. She wanted to spend her free time with them, just being together. All of which meant she would agree to move into Zircon’s house with them. Or Malachi’s. Or whatever they decided. It was immaterial. She knew now she would be with them, wherever, and forever.

  It was fast, but they’d been through a lot together, and the men had demonstrated over and over again that they were true, just, fair, honorable, and devoted to her. They took their work and their community seriously. They supported their friends, and they treated her with love and consideration. They’d told her they loved her and wanted her and she believed them. Now she knew she was ready to take the next step to a full commitment.

  Ginnie smiled into the bedding, relaxing her body even though her nerves were still on fire with the need to come. Somehow sorting out and understanding her feelings had been soothing, even though her body was as aroused as ever.

  Then Malachi was kneeling on the bed by her head. He rested his hands very gently on her head and began massaging her scalp. Ginnie’s razor-short hair was a statement. She hadn’t shaved her head to raise money for cancer research, and she didn’t suffer from a hair-loss disorder. She just liked living and acting outside the set box of standard responses. Her piercings were the same. Each one was filled with meaning for her, identifying her as herself, a person, a creative being, an artist, who was making her own way in the world.

  But having someone massage her head made her decide to keep her hair short. Malachi’s fingers felt wonderful as he dug into her scalp, pressing in on the bones and into the dips and hollows as he rubbed from front to back and from side to side. Damn, it was amazing.

  But why wasn’t Zircon lubing her ass? She wanted someone in there and he wasn’t touching her there at all. What the fuck?

  Zircon lifted her left leg high. At last. About freaking time! Then he sucked the tender, sensitive skin behind her knee. What? You’re freaking killing me here! Sure enough, he simply repeated the process with her other knee. At least Malachi was sending shivers up and down her spine with his hands on her head. All Zircon was doing was teasing her.

  Then Malachi took one of her arms and kissed the inside of her elbow. The skin there was very soft, too, and his kisses were sweet. But it was so not what she was expecting. Malachi licked his way from the inside of her elbow up to the inside of her wrist, kissing and sucking every inch of skin as his mouth travelled the journey. Cream poured from her cunt. Yeah, okay. That’s hot.

  Finally Zircon’s mouth was on her ass as he bit at her cheeks, sharp little nips that aroused her further. The man really did enjoy biting her. She still had a few marks on her breasts from the first time he’d bitten her, and now there’d be more on her butt. Luckily she really enjoyed the rush she got from the nip of his teeth on her flesh. Ginnie pushed her butt up into his face and wiggled with happiness. At long last. Now if he’d just shove his fingers—She almost screamed as two fingers slammed into her ass with no preparation at all. They forced her entry open and slid inside. Ginnie almost came right then. Zircon was certainly the master of the unexpected. There was no way she’d anticipated that, even though she’d been wishing for him inside her for what seemed like hours. She’d expected him to touch her pussy first, or at least to put some gel on her ass before he entered her there.

  Malachi began to play with her other arm, and the cool drip of gel landed on her ass. At last the program was moving as she expected it to. Slippery fingers penetrated her ass again, and Malachi’s kisses on her inner arm aroused her once more. The moment was completely carnal, erotic, with two men lavishing their attention on her. A woman sure could get to like having the undivided attention of two deliciously handsome men like Malachi and Zircon.

  Happily Ginnie thrust back onto Zircon’s fingers and turned her arm so Malachi could reach the most tender areas of her skin. Then Zircon slapped her ass.

  “Lie down, Malachi, and then Ginnie can take your cock.”

  Malachi rolled into the center of the large bed, lying on his back, and Ginnie clambered over him, her cunt already clenching with the need to be filled. Her nipples were hard little points and she longed to have someone suck them. Malachi tasting them in the kitchen seemed almost in a previous life. Everything had stretched out in time and space so they seemed to have been here together for eons, and now, at last, they were about to join together for fulfillment.

  Ginnie wanted to tease Malachi. She wanted to do to him what he had done to her, so she poised herself over him and let him guide the head of his cock into her pussy. She stayed very still, with just his cockhead in her cunt and wiggled sideways, so his head rubbed against her wall, but was not taken deeper inside her. Again she wiggled and this time she let him slide in another inch, then another inch. Now she braced her thigh muscles, holding her body in an awkward squatting position, and clenched her pussy muscles around the head of his cock. Next she tilted her hips in a figure eight, letting him slide around inside her, experiencing how wet her channel was.

  Her muscles were strong, but not strong enough to hold the position for too long, so she sat down on him then, letting his cock slide the rest of the way into her cunt, filling her, stretching her tissues wide, making her feel full and happy at last.

  He placed his hands on the center of her back, gently encouraging her to lie flat on him so Zircon could enter her from the rear. Satisfied and complete for the moment, Ginnie snuggled against him, reveling in his hard, muscled chest, his strong arms, and broad shoulders, even his thick thighs supporting her legs. Nothing was better than knowing she was surrounded by someone who cared about her, someone who wanted her to be happy. The fact that he was amazingly good looking was just a bonus.

  Cock number two was pressing at her rear door, sparking alive all the nerve endings there, sending a flash of heat from Ginnie’s toes all the way up to the tips of her ears. She could feel her own body flush with the power of expectation and delight, as Zircon thrust deeper into her ass, stretching her channel wide, forcing his way deep inside until his balls were resting against her ass. It felt so good with the two of them inside her. She was complete at last, fully possessed and sheltered by the two men. With both of them inside her body like this they were a true triad, a true family, together, indivisible, how they belonged.

  Far too slowly for Ginnie’s taste, the men pulled out of her then pushed back in. She gripped their cocks with her pussy and ass muscles, not wanting them to leave her body, yet knowing their departure only paved the way for their reentry. Still with breath-taking leisureliness, the men moved in and out of her, cranking up the pace in such minuscule increments Ginnie could scarcely tell it was happening. Until finally they powered in and out of her, their flesh slapping against hers, their bodies coating her with their sweat, their fingers gripping her shoulders and hips tightly, preventing her from moving any way they didn’t approve of.

  Ginnie relaxed between them, loving the total possession of being encompassed completely by the men she loved. She held tightly to Malachi’s shoulders, hearing his heart pounding in time to his cock in her pussy, feeling the matching beat from behind her as Zircon leaned against her back, and drove in and out of her ass.

  Her body was wound tighter than a drum. Every inch of her skin was alight with beads of fire, a blaze that would soon consume her, she knew. Deep inside her core, the coiling ball of need was fast becoming unable to be ignored. She was getting closer and closer to the p
oint of no return. Fortunately she could trust these men. Already they knew her so well. They understood exactly how long she could hold on and when she could wait no longer.

  Ginnie clenched her pussy and ass muscles with every ounce of strength she had, then rested her mouth on Malachi’s sturdy pecs. Already she could feel the orgasm starting to roll through her body. Malachi and Zircon responded to her tightening on their cocks as she knew they would. They withdrew from her together and slammed in so hard the bed rocked on its legs. That was the last thing Ginnie noticed as she let the tidal wave of feelings slam though her body, drawing her higher, higher, higher, and off the edge of the cliff into an amazing, perfect orgasm. Her body shook, her teeth bit down onto Malachi’s chest, her fingers and toes curled, and the climax exploded out of the top of her head, leaving her quivering, shaking, and moaning with pleasure.

  Her cunt and ass filled with cum as both men followed her into release. Or maybe they came at the exact same time as her. Ginnie no longer could tell. She was suffused with joy and happiness.

  They lay tangled together breathing heavily for a while, then Zircon wrapped his legs around them all and turned them onto their sides. He reached down and pulled a blanket over them. He was so caring. Ginnie was too exhausted to even think, yet here was Zircon still making sure they didn’t get chilled. He was such a good man. Her man.

  “We have so many things we need to talk about. Is everyone okay to talk now, or should we shower and eat first?” asked Malachi.

  Malachi the switch. It sounded as though he’d come out of his sub phase and had segued right into being a Dom again. Life with these men would never be boring, that was for sure.

  “What do you want to talk about? I thought men always rolled over and snored after sex,” said Ginnie.

  Malachi crawled down her body and sucked her breast into his mouth, then gave a fake snore. Ginnie pushed him away and rolled onto her back so she could see both men at once. They were both looking at her.

  “Us. We need to talk about us,” said Malachi.

  * * * *

  “I know we haven’t exactly romanced you properly. Events have moved far too fast for that. But we do love you, so very much. And we swear we’ll do our utmost to ensure you’re always happy,” said Malachi.

  He wanted this woman, this mating, so much he could scarcely breathe. He knew she loved them. She’d made no secret of it. Unfortunately, up until now she hadn’t been prepared to commit to them. After the events of today Malachi didn’t think he’d ever sleep again without her by his side, where he could watch over her. Titan was defeated and Jasper had a plan to try to find the unmated wolves some partners. But that didn’t mean all their troubles would miraculously go away. The only way Malachi could rest easy was by knowing Ginnie was tied to him and Zircon and that he and Zircon would always be there to protect her and watch over her, loving and caring for her all day and all night. Okay, sure, they couldn’t be at her side twenty-four-seven. They did have work to do and so did she. But they would be together in bed every night, and spend time together every day, and only with that assurance of spending so much time with her could he relax properly.

  “I love you, too, Ginnie. Likely I haven’t been quite as verbal about my feelings as Malachi, because that’s just the way I am. But I do love you and I swear I’ll do my utmost to ensure you’re always happy. I’ll give my life to keep you safe if ever it becomes necessary.”

  “I know. It was so obvious today you were both prepared to do whatever was needed to care for Taige, Eve, and me. I know you love me, and I love you. I’ve said all along I love you both, and like you, after today, I’m ready to commit myself to that love and to us being together.”

  “In that case the first item on the agenda is where we’ll live. I like what we were talking about before. We’ll start off here, in Zircon’s house, and come winter, likely we’ll move to my house, which is closer to the main buildings, and the barn where we garage the cars and so on. We’ll fix the window tomorrow. Are there other things we need to do about the houses?” asked Malachi.

  “I think we should wait until we’re living here and see what does and doesn’t work. It may be we need to move some furniture between the two houses and of course I’ll need to bring my things here as well. Or at least some of them. All my painting gear will stay at the schoolhouse because that’s where I’ll mostly be working.”

  “That was easy enough. What about asking to have an exhibition at the art gallery. We were serious about that, you know,” said Zircon.

  Malachi nodded. Hell yes. Her work was so very much better than the paintings of the person whose exhibition was being advertised on the brochure. Of course, it might be the artist was a director’s son, or the mayor’s daughter or something like that, which was why their exhibition had been accepted. But Malachi thought it was just as likely that the gallery aimed to support local artists, and therefore they’d love to have Ginnie who was so very talented and whose work was sure to bring lots of people into the gallery to look at it. And hopefully, buy it, too.

  “Yes, I’ll do that. I’ll get some photographs of my best work and see what they think. I’ll talk to Eve and Taige as well. The art gallery might not exhibit jewelry, but Eve’s wall hangings would make a wonderful exhibition. She’s the truly talented one among us.”

  “Don’t run yourself down. All three of you are superb. You’re all just different, which is actually a damn good thing. That’s why your craft markets are doing so well,” said Malachi. A burst of pride ran through him as he recognized how lucky he was that such a brilliant artist as Ginnie would even look at an ordinary man like him.

  “Besides, Bianca will be joining us for the next craft market and we’ll have the added value of her paper crafts as well. It’s another different craft which will hopefully interest more people again, bringing new crowds to visit us,” said Ginnie.

  Malachi grinned. Yes, more talent was good. And the fact that Bianca was a stunning redhead didn’t hurt either. He was sure a few of the wolves would be going to the old schoolhouse to have a look at her as much as at her craftwork.

  “The only thing we still need to decide is when you will hold the commitment ceremony. Are you still going to make us wait until fall?” asked Zircon.

  “Fall is when we’ll be hosting this get-together for unmated wolves. I’d really like us to be mated by then. It almost seems like false advertising or something if we’re not mated and working at the event,” said Malachi.

  “That’s true. I didn’t know about the mating party when I said fall. I was just going to wait until after Taige and Eve had mated. But their matings are in late summer so likely we can have ours right after them which will be before the big party. I agree we ought to be mated formally before then, otherwise it could be difficult and misleading for other people to understand, especially strangers.”

  Malachi leaned over and dropped a kiss on Ginnie’s forehead. “All you have to do is tell us what you want and we’ll get it organized for you.”

  “I need to talk to Taige and Eve first, but okay. Now did someone mention food? I’m starving.”

  Malachi laughed. That was the Ginnie he knew and loved. Always surprising him, but only in the best ways. There’d be lots of other things they needed to discuss, but they’d work everything out. As long as this mating party didn’t turn into the disaster of the century. What if there were a thousand male wolves and only a handful of females? However would they stop the males from tearing the building down around their ears while they fought over the women?

  Chapter Seven

  Ginnie sat in the entry to the craft market, taking people’s entry fees, and looking after purchased items that people would collect and pay for on their way out.

  When Ginnie had worked in an office, the week had seemed to drag by incredibly slowly, then the weekend with her painting and her friends disappeared in a flash. But now the week seemed to pass just as fast as the weekend. Where Taige and Eve had to work r
eally hard making a lot of small, cheap items to sell to impulse buyers, Ginnie didn’t have that problem as she sketched people on the spot if they wanted to buy the picture.

  All three of them had known they’d need to have a backlog of items to display at their craft market, and Ginnie had worked hard to have a range of different paintings and sketches framed and hung. She’d hoped to be able to sell one item each weekend. If she could do that, she could buy the paints, crayons, and charcoal she needed to keep producing more work. But so far she’d been selling one each day, sometimes two, so now she had only a dozen items not out on display. This week she’d concentrated on painting several different views of the trees from the bell tower. Once the weather got cooler she wouldn’t be able to sit up there for hours painting, although she could always work from photographs. But painting from real life was always better, she found.

  She’d finished the portrait of the old lady from the photographs and from her memory, and she’d loved seeing the family’s happy smiles when she’d handed over the work. Mostly she painted for herself. There was an incredibly strong urge inside her to paint and draw that nothing could silence. She had to create. It was in her blood and she simply couldn’t stop drawing. But sometimes she painted for other people, like with the old lady. But in doing so, she’d found tremendous joy. Ginnie wouldn’t change her career for anyone. Nothing could be better than being paid to do what she loved.

  Ginnie grinned to herself. Her parents had told her she could always paint houses if no one would buy her pictures. Fortunately so far she hadn’t had to do that. The idea of starving in an attic like an old-time painter didn’t appeal to her though, so she supposed she always could become a house painter. However, right now her weeks were filled with painting and sketching pictures, and her weekends with the markets.