Mold Me [Dungeon Masters 4] (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting) Read online

  The butt plug and vibrator in her together had stretched her passages wide. But they were nothing compared to having two cocks inside her. Holy hell she was full. Well, full was a really inadequate word. Her cunt and ass were stretched around two thick erections and she was aroused beyond belief. She was certain she’d never want to be fucked by just one man ever again. This was way too good.

  Phoenix wiggled her ass against Lachlan, who was pressed tightly to her back, and was about to demand they start moving when she realized that if she said anything, likely Dom Lachlan would make her wait even longer. This was a mind game and she was determined to win it. So she leaned forward and sucked a mouthful of Callum’s skin. He was slightly salty, and she realized he was just as eager to come as she was. Even though Callum was teasing her just as much as Dom Lachlan was, Phoenix knew it was Dom Lachlan who was in charge of this scene, and Dom Lachlan who was making the decisions. She wondered what the relationship was between the two men. Did they just work together here at The Dom’s Dungeon or were they friends? Maybe even fuck buddies?

  No, she didn’t think they were bedroom partners. Although they worked together seamlessly there was no sexual chemistry between them that she could sense, and she was quite good and picking up on the chemistry between people. What she’d really like right now was chemistry between her and the two men. She sure as hell liked their bodies and their games. Maybe as well as booking a second session with them she’d invite them out for a meal. Not here, though. Likely that’d be too much like work for them. Somewhere else. A nice candlelit restaurant somewhere. One with booths so she could touch them and tease them like they were doing to her. Hell yes!

  Finally they started to move, withdrawing their cocks from her. Phoenix was shocked at how much she didn’t want them to pull out of her body. After waiting for what seemed like a thousand years for them to begin moving, now she wanted their damn cocks back inside her right away. She felt so empty, so alone.

  Yes, it was stupid. She was completely covered with two hard male bodies, but with their cocks almost out of her cunt and her ass, it was as if they’d walked away and left her. Fortunately, before she could be overwhelmed by her sense of loss, they began pushing back inside her again. Ah, that’s better. That’s what I want. And need.

  Phoenix rubbed her tortured nipples over Callum’s chest. He wasn’t the least bit soft. His body was a hard wall she could lean against. The thought of resting all her concerns on someone else was strange. She’d been making her own decisions for so long that the idea of having someone help her was practically unreal. But instinct told her these two men were trustworthy even if Lachlan was a Dom and Callum was—what? His assistant? Another Dom? Mentally she shrugged. That was a conversation they could have when she invited them out for dinner one night. Make that, one night soon.

  Phoenix wiggled and pushed backward and forward, but the men didn’t speed up their thrusting into her and withdrawing from her at all. Obviously, I need to try harder. “I’ve heard of race horses that only have one speed. They can’t accelerate when it’s needed. I’ve heard they aren’t as well appreciated as the ones that know how to move faster.”

  Callum snorted then possessed her lips with his and kissed her so passionately she couldn’t think. Until he pulled away from her and she drew breath. Only to realize that they hadn’t sped up at all. “That was excellent. You certainly know how to kiss, but—”

  “Phoenix, shut up. I know now why ball gags were invented. For subs who talk too much during sex,” said Lachlan.

  “Huh!” Well, she was multitalented. She’d think of another way to force them to fuck her harder, faster. Phoenix waited until both men’s cocks were deep inside her and gripped them with all the strength of her internal muscles. Callum’s eyes snapped shut and she giggled. Unfortunately that was her undoing. Dom Lachlan spanked her outer thigh with a large hard hand and she was so surprised that she let go of their cocks.

  However, they did move faster after that and she thought it was possibly because of her actions as well as their own devious plans.

  Soon she couldn’t think or do anything at all. The men jackhammered into her hard and fast, their hands holding her immovable between them. But she didn’t mind now. They filled and emptied in an erotic, completely carnal rhythm that had her mind blank with pleasure and all her focus on the orgasm that was coiled inside her writhing and growing bigger with every stroke they made.

  Two men were twice as erotic as one. She was fully enveloped by them both, their bodies pressed hard against her front and back, their arms and legs enfolding hers, and their sweat coating her body as they slammed in and out of her cunt and ass simultaneously.

  “Oh! I—Oh my God!” Phoenix climaxed so hard her body shook, her arms and legs stiffened, and her head dropped back onto Lachlan’s shoulder.

  The men paused for a very brief moment then slammed into her harder than ever, and blasts of heat deep inside her told her they’d come, too. It also told her that they’d been waiting for her to orgasm first. They were obviously both more than ready to climax themselves, yet had waited for her. That was very special indeed. They were very special indeed.

  Phoenix nuzzled her nose into Callum’s chest. She’d recognize his scent anywhere now. It wasn’t just “sexy man” anymore, it was distinctly him. Behind her Lachlan pulled out of her ass, and then Callum rolled her over onto her back. Phoenix was too limp and replete to ask him what he was doing, but it was only a moment later that his mouth descended on her nipples as he unscrewed the nipple clips one at a time. She moaned as blood rushed to fill the buds again, but he was so gentle with her that she enjoyed him taking the clips off as much as she’d enjoyed him putting them on.

  He unbuckled the now twisted belt tying her wrists together, took off her shoes, picked her up, and carried her into the bathroom. Not over his shoulder this time, but in his arms. Although being hung over Dom Lachlan’s shoulder and carried down his back had been amazing fun and she wouldn’t mind doing it again. In a way, she was almost sorry no one had seen her. But likely that was for the best really. Her family hated the thought that she worked for a publisher of erotic romance. If she appeared naked on YouTube, she’d never hear the end of their yelling at her.

  “Wake up, little witch. It’s time for you to have a shower,” said Callum softly to her as he stood her on the bathroom floor.

  “I’m awake. Are you both getting in the shower with me?” she asked.

  Chapter Three

  Lachlan smiled at his little witch. She was standing, yes, but he could tell it took an effort of will for her to do so. Her legs were a tad wobbly and yet she’d hurried down the steps in her fuck-me high heels without the least sign of wobble. That meant her orgasm had been a good one, which was what he’d wanted her to have, what he and Callum had worked so hard to give her.

  Those shoes. He hadn’t used them in the bedroom scene at all. He’d have to use them next time. They were dead sexy and too amazing not to become part of a scene.

  He guided her into the shower, putting his own back against the wall, so he could hold her arms and keep her steady under the warm water. Callum stepped in behind them, closing the glass shower door and unbraiding her hair.

  Lachlan squirted shower gel into his palms and massaged her shoulders and upper arms. Phoenix opened her eyes and smiled at him.

  “Nice. My own personal masseur. What other skills are you hiding from me?”

  “Your body might still be half-asleep but I see your mouth is already awake,” he teased her.

  “Oh, I was born talking. My mom has always said any other kid has a first word but I had a first paragraph.”

  Callum laughed out loud.

  Lachlan shook his head. “What color ball gag would you like me to buy you? Black? Red? Pink—”

  “Pink, definitely pink. That’s my favorite color. But not one of those wishy-washy baby-girl pinks. I like my pink bright and loud. My vibrator is cotton candy pink. Do ball gags come i
n cotton-candy pink?”

  Callum had stopped playing with her hair and was leaning against the glass door of the shower laughing.

  Lachlan just shook his head. “I think we’ll need half a dozen of the ball gags. One for the bedroom, one for the bathroom, one for the car…”

  But he wasn’t really cross. He liked that she knew what she wanted and he also suspected she was deliberately teasing them as well. He poured more shower gel into his hands and began to massage her breasts. Maybe if he gave her something to think about she’d shut up. Although it was good to know her favorite color. He wasn’t surprised she preferred a bright color, though. She certainly didn’t seem like the kind of person who’d want to blend in with the furnishings to him.

  Her nipples were hard little points. Clearly she was enjoying the way they were washing her. That was good. Perhaps they could arouse her to another orgasm. He concentrated on stroking her breasts with the foamy gel, smoothing and petting her skin.

  Behind her, Callum bent down and began playing with her cunt. Lachlan spread his legs wider as his dick began to stretch and expand but he kept his focus on her. As soon as she opened her mouth to speak, he leaned forward and kissed her sweet, soft lips. He wanted her to know how much she meant to him. Never had a woman aroused him so easily. The more he learned about her the more he wanted to know. He enjoyed her bright vivacity, her sparkling eyes, and her lively attitude to life. With her in their lives, he and Callum would never be bored again. Oh, sure they might be forced to gag her for the sake of retaining their sanity, but with her lips so warm and welcoming they’d be taking the gag off soon enough so they could kiss her some more anyway. Besides, she made them laugh. Her wit was entertaining and not at all cruel. She was a hell of a special woman and she was theirs. Their mate. Everything he learned about her added to his absolute certainty on this point.

  Not that he had the faintest idea how to tell her he and Callum were werewolf shape-shifters. But that was a conversation for another day. Not now. Now they would make her melt in their arms again.

  Her hips were rocking backward and forward on Callum’s fingers and he could smell her arousal. Keeping his lips pressed to hers and one arm tightly across her back, he slid his other hand between their bodies and pinched her nipple.

  She whimpered into his mouth and went limp.

  Aha. Success.

  Lachlan moved back from her a little, still keeping his arm across her back, as Callum stood up. Callum straightened up, reached over her, and rubbed his fingers across Phoenix’s lips. Her eyes flew open as she licked her lips. “I already know what I taste like. But I don’t know what either of you taste like yet. We should experiment with that one day.”

  He thought she looked a fraction less confident than usual, and guessed she was worried they’d think she was coming onto them. But they were quite happy about her attitude. This was no one-night stand. This was the beginning of a relationship.

  “We’ll hold you to that promise,” he said, watching as she grinned back at him.

  “Soon,” added Callum.

  * * * *

  Callum followed Phoenix and Lachlan back to the front desk at The Dom’s Dungeon. Her ass was swaying sexily, and her legs in those fuck-me shoes were doing things to his dick that shouldn’t be possible so soon after fucking her.

  She handed back her pass and said, “I’d like to make another booking—”

  Callum and Lachlan both cut her off, “For the same time next week,” they chorused. Phoenix looked at them both and laughed.

  “That sounds good to me.”

  Juliana changed screens on her computer and turned to Lachlan. “Would you like Dungeon Two again?”

  Callum glanced at Lachlan. Dungeon Two was fine, but Dungeon Five had a toy she might like. He wasn’t at all surprised when Lachlan said, “How about Dungeon Five next time?”

  “I have that in the schedule,” Juliana said, smiling at Phoenix.

  Callum touched Phoenix’s shoulder. “We’ll walk you to your car.”

  As soon as they were in the elevator, he stroked his hand over her back, feeling the strength yet softness of her body beneath his palm. Already he wanted to fuck her again, but that wasn’t possible. She’d likely be sore from the double penetration and her ass might still be a little sore from the whipping and the belt. A week was perfect timing. She’d be fully healed and filled with anticipation, ready for any games Lachlan wanted to play with her.

  His eyes opened wider and he had to force his jaw shut when he saw her car. It was an electric-blue Chevy Malibu. Although, when he thought about it, he couldn’t imagine her driving a black or white car like so many people did.

  Instead of getting in it she learned against the door and looked from him to Lachlan. “If I had your cell phone numbers I could invite you out for dinner one night this week.”

  Instantly his dick pressed harder against the front of his jeans. “Give me your cell phone,” he replied.

  He typed in his number and handed her cell phone to Lachlan. He felt sure Lachlan would tell her his as well, but it was Lachlan’s decision, not his. Lachlan pulled out his own cell and scrolled through her contacts. “You don’t have any information under Myself,” he said.

  “I’m not stupid. I don’t have anyone listed as best friend or roommate either. If someone steals my phone I’m not going to make it too easy for them.”

  She took their phones and added her number to their contacts and then beeped her car open. “How does Wednesday sound for a meal?” she asked.

  “Wednesday is good, but Sunday sounds better,” said Lachlan.

  Once again she gave one of her beautiful, sparkling smiles. “It does, doesn’t it? I’ll be in touch when it’s arranged.”

  Callum remained still even though his bare feet on the concrete parking lot were getting damn cold. Actually his back was cold as well. But he had boots and a shirt in Lachlan’s car. Right now he didn’t want to take his gaze from Phoenix as she reversed out of her parking space, and wended her way through the basement to the exit.

  “You’re absolutely right. She’s our woman,” he said softly to Lachlan.

  “I know. Tying her down is our next challenge.”

  Once the electric-blue vehicle had disappeared, he hurried downstairs to where Lachlan’s car was parked over by the far wall with the staff cars. He wiped the soles of his feet with his socks before gladly pulling the socks and boots on, then his fleece shirt. Feeling warmer already, he slid into the passenger seat.

  “Actually tying her down will be easy. She likes ropes. The hard part will be working out how to tell her we’re wolves.”

  “I’m already addicted to her. If we can get her addicted to us, it’ll be doable,” said Lachlan.

  Fuck! I hope so.

  Callum checked his e-mails as soon as they arrived home. He always did when he’d been away from his computer for a few hours, as he never knew what crises might have arisen in his absence. This time there were no troubles on any of the blogs he managed, but there were half a dozen e-mails from his neighbors all asking him if he and Lachlan had seen the new signs on the vacant farm behind their property.

  He walked to Lachlan’s room and tapped on his door. “Are you still dressed?”

  “I have pajama pants on. You can open the door. What’s the problem?”

  “You might want to put jeans and a sweater on instead. Apparently there are a passel of new signs on the farm behind us. Everyone wants to know what we think.”

  “What we think? What should we think? They aren’t going to build a twenty-story apartment block there or something are they?”

  “I didn’t stop to read what everyone said. Since so many people had e-mailed me I figured it’d be easier to go look ourselves than to tie myself in knots wondering who was exaggerating.”

  “Good point. You go grab the big flashlight while I change into jeans.”

  Callum picked up a sweater as well as the flashlight and went back out to Lachlan’
s car. As wolves it’d take them less than ten minutes to get to the fence, but it was very high security fencing and they needed to be on the outside of it to read the signs which meant a more than ten-minute drive around the neighborhood.

  He’d settled into the car and switched the ignition on when Lachlan joined him. Lachlan jumped up and opened and closed all the gates, without commenting on the fact that if they’d known about this five minutes ago they’d have saved all this hassle. Still, security was important to them as wolves.

  “I hope to hell it isn’t an apartment block. We can buy some large trees to shield our land from being overlooked by a person walking or riding around their fence line, but no tree will prevent someone overlooking our entire land if the building is more than a couple of stories high,” said Lachlan.

  “I know. We’ll have to buy a couple big black dogs to confuse people.”

  “And fence them off away from the cattle and the fruit trees.”

  “Damn. More fences. They’re expensive.”

  “Yup.”

  Callum sighed. He supposed they should be grateful they’d had these few years with no one living there. Years that had enabled them to establish the cattle and fruit trees, to build their running track, and for the neighbors to accept them as harmless locals.

  He parked in front of the main sign, leaving the engine running and the headlights lighting up the sign. But pretty much all it said was that it was a deceased estate and was now for sale. He and Lachlan moved on to the next sign, which was a signboard six feet high and three feet wide full of ideas about what sort of uses the land could be put to, and how the buyer might choose to subdivide it. Fortunately an apartment block wasn’t one of the things mentioned.

  “‘Agricultural use, or family dwellings on large lots.’ That sounds hopeful,” he said.