Their Perfect Mate [Wolf Pack Mates 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

  Tegan and Jayden took copies of the enhanced photograph of Cinnabar Rudd, and they all went back to watching the footage, but Harry knew they’d seen all they needed to. The next step would be finding out which pack had granted asylum to Cinnabar when he was told to leave Jasper’s pack, and then tracking down any other potential troublemakers in that group. And the tracking needed to be done fucking fast. There were only a few days of the DADISP left, but even the Alpha couldn’t spare fifty extra men to stand guard twenty-four-seven forever.

  * * * *

  Once again Sloan was sitting on his bed in his cabin, this time gathering his courage to speak to his Alpha. He’d reported back each day, as he’d been instructed to, but he hadn’t admitted his total failure yet. Now it had to be done. While nothing had been formalized as yet, and Keir and Jarrah still might refuse to accept him, he knew he wouldn’t stop loving Jill ever. She was everything he could ever want in a woman, and more. He hadn’t even done more than dance with her and kiss her, but he knew she was his.

  “Good afternoon, Sir. I have to tell you… I’m very sorry, Sir… I really tried my best.”

  Sloan pulled himself together. “Sir, I haven’t been able to get any woman to accept our proposal. No woman has agreed to come to our pack with me, and I promise you I have spoken to every woman here and been as polite and welcoming as I could be.”

  “Not one of them, out of sixty women?”

  “No, Sir. I have spoken to every woman, danced with almost all of them, everyone who’d dance with me. I’ve been as caring and polite as I know how, and most of them have listened to me. Some promised to think about it and consider the situation further, but none have accepted, Sir.”

  “And you? Have you found a woman for yourself?”

  “There is a woman I love, yes, Sir. She has been spending time with two other men, but I have reasonable hope she will accept me as her third man. She is very lovely and I want her very much.”

  The Alpha sighed deeply and Sloan ached to have let him down, to have failed in his task.

  “It was too much to expect. With two hundred men there for them to choose from, it was never a high probability one woman would agree to come all the way out here and choose blindly. I will send the youngest three adult men into the city to community college. There they can study and try to find women of their own. Three of them together might be more successful than one man alone,” said the Alpha.

  “Also, Sir, there is talk of another DADISP next year. Perhaps I could help the men train to answer the questions. The preregistration process was very hard. Maybe if I worked with them…”

  “Yes. We’ll do that as well. Good luck, Sloan. I hope you win your lady. At least one of my wolves will have his chance at happiness.”

  Sloan heaved in a deep breath. His Alpha hadn’t abused him for his failure, he’d wished him well. There would be a lot of adjusting and learning to do as he took his place as one of three men, especially since Jarrah and Keir had been Dom and sub for several years. But to win Jill he would learn and strive and do his utmost. She was his perfect precious mate and he’d do whatever it took to win her.

  * * * *

  Jill was glad Bethany hadn’t arrived back at their cabin yet. In fact, now she thought about it, Bethany had been missing a lot lately, and when she was around, Edward and Robert usually weren’t far away. It looked as though Bethany had found her two Mr. Rights, which was wonderful.

  She also needed to formally tell Sloan, Keir, and Jarrah that she’d mate with them. But right now, she was way too tired to think. She’d never danced as much, talked as much, or partied as much as she had this week in her life before. Being woken up at the crack of dawn this morning hadn’t suited her at all, either, although it was way better than being hurt by some idiot insurgents.

  Maybe during lunch—or whatever meal it was going to be—she could speak to Sloan, Jarrah, and Keir.

  When she woke she couldn’t decide what to wear to the barbecue that night. Back at Carnal Connections the women had encouraged her to have a dress, insisting being overdressed was always better than being underdressed, and the boot scooting night was a jeans night, so this one would be more dressed up. But Jill sat on the end of her bed staring into her closet for so long she was only just ready for lunch when the men knocked on the cabin door.

  At least lunch was easy. That was still casual. Maybe she should talk to Angie and Ruth and see what they planned to wear.

  Keir took her straight to the spaghetti stall, and as soon as she started to eat she realized she was quite hungry. It must be all the calories she was burning off with the BDSM and sex at night. She really enjoyed talking with the men, although twice she spoke about the problems that morning and both times Keir abruptly changed the topic. The first time she wondered if he just didn’t think they should be talking about it in the open where anyone could overhear their conversation, but when it happened the second time she started to think maybe her three men knew something. She’d ask them later, when they were alone.

  Angie and Ruth came into the building as part of a group of people. Jill excused herself, got up from the table and suggested they join them. “I want to ask you what you’re going to wear tonight.”

  “We’ve been talking about that already. It’s outdoors, so we thought jeans in case it gets cool, but we wondered if everyone else would be wearing pretty dresses,” said Angie.

  “Besides, spilling potato salad on a T-shirt doesn’t matter, but I don’t want a stain on a new dress,” added Ruth.

  “Men have it so much easier. We can wear the same shirt with either jeans or dress pants,” added one of the men.

  “Both dresses and jeans are very sexy on a woman, just in different ways,” Sloan contributed.

  “There’s plenty of time before we need to get ready for tonight, whether you choose to wear a dress or jeans. I’d like us to play a scene together in my cabin. Will you?” asked Keir.

  Jill blinked at him. That was more demanding than he usually was. “The scene will be with all four of us, and only if you tell me the truth about this morning.”

  “The truth as we know it,” corrected Keir.

  Jill nodded. That was fair enough. “Okay.”

  As soon as they were out of the building the men moved to surround her, and Jarrah and Keir wrapped their arms around her waist, holding her tightly between them. Sloan followed so closely behind her his body brushed against her ass. It was a new feeling for Jill to be so completely surrounded and absorbed by the men just walking through the property. She suspected it was Keir’s way of saying he was controlling the scene, but it was exciting at the same time. If she’d tried to pull loose she was certain they’d let her, but there was the illusion of being not just protected by them, but also having been captured by them. It sent a few tiny shivers up her spine in a deliciously naughty way. This scene was going to be fun.

  Besides, it was time to tell them they’d stolen her heart. It’d been quite a challenging decision for her, to work though all the issues involved, but her mind was clear that these three men were the ones for her. However, having said that, she wasn’t going to tolerate them keeping secrets from her, and she was certain they knew something about the events this morning that she didn’t. If they were to be a truly equal foursome, they needed to treat her as a fully fledged member of the group, and give her all the facts, all the time. Keir and Jarrah also had to promise to treat Sloan equally.

  She might be just imagining it all of course, or this might be a hurdle they all need to jump before their relationship could become genuine. It was surprisingly important to her for such a tiny thing. She’d been alone, a woman making her own decisions, for quite a few years now, and while she liked the idea of that very special someone to be at her side, always having someone who cared about her nearby, she was not going to become anyone’s pet, lackey, or doormat. Sure, she’d pull her weight in the relationship. She had no trouble with the idea of doing her share of the dirty jobs as
well as sharing in the fun things, but the payoff had to be them treating her as an equal, thinking, intelligent adult. Not hiding details from her in case she became scared or overwhelmed or whatever they thought she might feel. As an adult, she preferred to face bad things straight on, to know all the facts, and then to make her decisions.

  Jarrah opened the door to his cabin and Keir ushered her in. It seemed very dark inside. They’d closed the window blinds, but she knew her cabin wasn’t this dark even with the blind closed and the light off. When Jarrah turned the lights on, only one came on, but it was enough to see they’d unscrewed the bulbs from the other lights, and hung a blanket up over the curtain rail, darkening the window completely.

  Okay, so they wanted the room only palely lit. That was okay. She could see well enough not to fall over anything. She could also see sufficiently to know the two beds had been pushed together again—or possibly still.

  “Have you ever been to subspace, Jill?” asked Keir.

  Jill shivered with excitement.

  “No. It’s been a long time since I had a Dom of my own, and it was never the kind of relationship that would lead to such deep trust as is needed for me to experience subspace.”

  “Do you trust me that much, Jill?”

  “Yes. Yes, I do.”

  And she did. It may have been less than a week since they met, but the DADISP had been deliberately designed so that strangers could spend a lot of time in a safe environment, getting to know each other, and she felt she did know them well. She suspected the four of them had talked more than many couples would talk in a month.

  “What about you, Sloan? This is much too hardcore for you to share straight away, but are you ready to watch and experience a taste of BDSM?

  “I’m not ready to be bound and punished, but I want to watch everything.”

  “I’ll need to gag Jarrah and Jill so they don’t scream when they orgasm and frighten security here. One blink means yes, and two blinks no. Sustained blinking means the scene will end. Are you all right with that?”

  “Yes, I am. I’m ready to play.”

  “Very well. Get undressed, all of you, and the scene begins now.”

  Jill shivered with excitement. Jubilee, one of her friends at Carnal Connections, had spoken to her of the extreme pleasure of being sent to subspace. Jill was more than ready to experience it with Keir and Jarrah. And Sloan watching her. She’d never had anyone watch her before. That was a first, too.

  * * * *

  Keir used his impassive Dom face as he spoke to his subs, but inside his guts were coiled tight with tension. What if he didn’t find that fine line between hurting them and bringing them total bliss? What if he fucked up so monumentally badly Jill refused to mate with them? What if he hurt her beyond the level of pleasure-pain and into genuine physical damage? It was all very well for people to parrot the “safe, sane, consensual” line, but even with consensual punishment in safe surroundings, it could be very hard to know exactly how much punishment to give a willing sub to send them to subspace. Since Jill had never been there, he couldn’t even ask her the kinds of questions that might give him proper framework for this scene. All he could do was watch them both intently at all times, and trust his instincts and their body language.

  Then, while he was doing that, he had to make the experience pleasurable for Sloan. He couldn’t scare him too badly and frighten him off BDSM. This was going to be a very tense scene. He wanted the passion to draw Sloan in, to bind him to them all as a unit, but there was the risk the man would be put off by the intensity of the scene as well.

  For a moment he considered not going ahead with the scene, but he’d planned it as thoroughly as he could and everyone was willing and ready to play. If he failed them now how could they trust him in future? He needed to man up and begin the scene.

  “Lie on your stomachs on the bed, and hold your ankles with your hands,” he ordered them.

  He sensed Jarrah give him a questioning look, but none of them said anything. Obediently they climbed up on the bed. Jill flipped her hair off her face, then grasped her ankles, arching her breasts off the mattress. Jarrah and Sloan did likewise. They were all in the correct position. He opened the closet door and unlocked his toy box, taking out the three matching collars and leads he’d bought from the adult shop in the main building just a few hours ago. He clipped a collar around Jarrah’s neck and laid the leash on his spine while he took out two pairs of handcuffs, cuffing Jarrah’s right wrist and right ankle together, and his left wrist and left ankle together. Then he hooked the leash from the collar at Jarrah’s neck, through the handcuffs holding him in the bowed position.

  He noticed Jill and Sloan watching him as much as they could from their positions on the bed. Neither of them would be able to see everything he did but they would see enough to guess what was happening. Quickly, he locked the collar of Jill’s leash around her neck, handcuffed her hands and feet together, and locked the leash holding her in the position. Then he did Sloan.

  Next he collected three ball gags and gagged them, and picked up his flogger. In this position the chief punishment was simply the stress on their shoulders, thighs, and necks. The more they tried to ease the pressure for example, on their thighs, the more their shoulders would hurt. But a little flogging here and there might spice the game up as well. He didn’t want them in agony tomorrow from the aching muscles. This was intended to give them pleasure, and he had some extra ideas about that as well. But first he flicked his flogger over Jarrah, flogging his shoulders and the tops of his arms, as much of his ass as he could reach, and the tops of his thighs.

  Once again he repeated the actions on Jill, although with a much lighter stroke. Then Sloan, again more lightly.

  Jarrah’s cock was noticeably hard, although partially hidden under his body. Keir hid a grin. That proved he was heading in the right direction. Now to change up the action somewhat.

  He took the ball gag off Jarrah. He hadn’t really expected Jarrah to make a noise anyway. It was more Jill and Sloan he was uncertain about, and he wanted to treat them equally, at least at the start. He thought Jill would relax more and be more accepting if she saw he what he was going to do to her demonstrated on Jarrah first. It gave her time to acclimate to the idea and to accept that not only was it possible, but that also it might be very arousing.

  He picked Jill up and placed her body so her cunt was against Jarrah’s face. “Jarrah, see if you can suck her off. It’ll be up to both of you to maintain a position where this is possible. I’ve put you in the correct place, but any movements you make may make it harder for Jarrah to keep his mouth on your pussy, Jill. So if either of you move, you’ll have to fix it yourselves. Begin Jarrah, make her come.”

  He wasn’t sure this was even possible, but he thought it probably would work because they’d both want to make it happen. Their own emotional investment in the act would ensure its success. However the choreography was challenging and the stress on their torsos in the arched position was going to give them the pain that would make the pleasure so much sweeter.

  He stood back from the bed and undressed as he watched them. Jarrah was rocking backward and forward, which helped him reach all of Jill’s pussy, while she was holding her body very still so as not to disrupt Jarrah’s plans. Keir still wasn’t completely sure they’d succeed, but they were both very intent on what they were doing, and that passion was going to override their pain and keep them focused. He had to hope it’d be enough to carry them all the way to subspace. He had a paddle to add some more pain, and he also had massage oils to use on their stressed muscles afterward, but right now, their best chance of success was continuing to do exactly what they were doing, which was making every effort to connect enough to send Jill into climax.

  By the time he was naked he thought Sloan had been tied up long enough. He flicked his flogger over Sloan’s ass a few more times then untied him and took the gag off. “Sit on the end of the bed and do not move or touch anyone,”
he ordered. Sloan nodded.

  Jill’s eyes were shut, her little nose screwed up, her chin beneath the ball gag determined. There was sweat dripping between her breasts now and running down her belly onto the bed. Jarrah’s body was also slippery with sweat, and he slid noticeably on some of his rocks backward and forward now, driving himself off course and forcing him to slow down and refocus, to angle his mouth exactly correctly.

  As Keir watched, he saw Jarrah nudge her with his nose. He suspected it was an intentional move, but it may have been by accident, as Jarrah’s nose must have pressed on Jill’s clit. Instead of rocking again, Jarrah stayed with Jill now. His head completely covered Keir’s view of what was happening, but it was Jill moving now. It was Jill who was doing the rocking. She rocked back more firmly against Jarrah, until her thighs were on his shoulders. They stayed in that position for long moments and then Jill shook with her climax.

  Keir felt like cheering. He hadn’t even been sure it was possible, but he knew they were both very determined people and if anyone could make it work it’d be them.

  “You can come, too, if you wish, Jarrah,” he said.

  Immediately Jarrah bent his head again to Jill’s pussy. Keir had almost expected he’d rub his cock on the bed, but it seemed sucking Jill was even more arousing for his sub than stimulating his own flesh.

  Jill stayed locked to Jarrah and Jarrah groaned, mumbled, licked, and sucked until his dick jetted cum into the bedding.

  Keir got out his flogger and punished both of them again, determinedly aiming at places that would encourage them to tense their most stressed muscles. Jill sagged into the mattress almost immediately. If he hadn’t been watching closely he might almost assumed she’d taken a nap after her orgasm, but he could tell from her body language the adrenaline high from the punishment and the climax had lifted her over the threshold, and when the adrenaline had started to decrease after her orgasm, the pain had come back and sent her into subspace.