Their Perfect Mate [Wolf Pack Mates 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Page 4

  Every man had hopes and dreams that involved finding a mate to take back to his pack. Jill tried her very best to give each of these wolves her undivided attention while they danced with her. Each one deserved to find his happy ending, but none of them stirred her senses the way Keir and Jarrah and Sloan did. For all the rest of these men, she wished them well and hoped one of the women here suited them. But they weren’t right for her.

  Jill tried to count up how many men she’d spoken to so far. Possibly fifty, so one hundred fifty still to go. It was going to be a long week, for sure. Although likely as the week progressed some of them would already have found their Ms. Right. At least she hoped so.

  Keir and Jarrah appeared in front of her. Jill blinked. She hadn’t noticed either of them walking toward her, so either they’d come from behind her or she was more tired than she’d thought. But they did look very nice. Both were wearing business suits with shiny black dress shoes, button-down shirts, and neckties. Keir’s suit was dark gray with a very faint black herringbone pattern in the weave, and his shirt was crisp and white. His tie was a plain dark gray to match the suit. His solid muscular body looked very good in the business suit. It gave him clean lines and showed off the way his broad shoulders narrowed to a trim waist and hips.

  Jarrah’s suit, on the other hand, was dark blue and his button-down shirt was a paler blue. The two shades of blue were mixed together in a swirling pattern on his necktie. With his red-brown hair and bright-blue eyes the colors looked really good on him, better even than the tuxedo he’d worn the previous night, and she’d thought then he was delicious. Well, he’d be delicious in anything. In fact, he’d been damn delicious in nothing at all last night, too.

  Jarrah gave her a neat little bow. “May I have the honor of this dance?” he asked holding out his hand to her.

  “Or would you prefer to go somewhere a little quieter and perhaps we could all play a scene together?” suggested Keir.

  Jill’s nipples tightened, her belly clenched, and she knew no one else at the party tonight could hold her interest after seeing these two men.

  “The same place as last night?”

  “I sincerely hope so. That’s what I’d planned for,” said Keir.

  “I’d like that.”

  Jarrah smiled at her so brightly she was almost dazzled by the brilliance of his face. But she couldn’t help smiling back at him. It was nice to feel someone wanted her so badly. It’d been years since her life had been of any real purpose and meaning to anyone but herself. Yet here, now, were men who wanted and needed her, and made no secret of how much they cared. It was such a liberating feeling. There was no way she could say no to them.

  * * * *

  Keir had to force himself to walk slowly across the room and toward the doorway when all he wanted to do was scoop her up in his arms and run to the maintenance shed with her. While she was scanned out of the ballroom his gut clenched and he breathed hard. He didn’t think she would leave them alone at this point, but anyone could be waiting outside to attract her attention and woo her away from him and Jarrah.

  Of course that was just his mind racing away with wild thoughts. Outside the ballroom was another security guard to ensure the women were safe as they went back to their cabins or wandered around the various stores in the main building. The stall holders worked damn hard. Those stalls were open pretty much twenty-four seven. Of course there was a continuous stream of conference goers looking and buying, but it still had to be a full-on time for them paying their staff to work extended hours.

  Jill was standing facing the doorway, waiting for them, so he tucked her wonderful curves against his side and walked out of the building. Jarrah came up on her other side, winding his arm around Jill’s waist, making them a single unit. Keir liked that. That’s what he hoped they’d become. A united permanent triad. But right now, he had to hope she and Jarrah would enjoy the scene he’d planned. It’d taken him a long time to organize it, and he hadn’t been able to start work until after the maintenance crew had finished for the day, which was why they’d been almost an hour late to the party.

  Still, their arrival time was immaterial. It was the time they left and with whom they left that counted. He had no interest in talking to other women. The only woman he wanted was Jill. Jarrah had said something about meeting some of the other women, and that was fine for him, but Keir already knew Jill was the right woman for them both. All he had to do was convince her of that. He was very well aware she was keeping her options open. She’d made no secret of that fact and he’d seen the looks she and Sloan shared. But he hoped to change her mind quite soon. Her body responded to them so she had to see reason. Especially if he could give her more excellent orgasms today. Although doing that without fucking her was damn challenging.

  When they arrived at the maintenance shed, Jarrah stopped dead at the door, but Keir just smiled and produced his key to the shiny new padlock on the door.

  “Oh, sneaky,” said Jill in an appreciative tone of voice.

  “Well, I didn’t want anyone spoiling my work,” he explained, opening the door for them both.

  He stood back so they’d both get the full effect of his work. He’d strung a net across the middle of the open space and placed a small beanbag ball and a plastic racket for each of them beside the net. There was also a costume for each of them. A tiny tennis dress for Jill, and a very brief pair of tighty-whities for Jarrah. He’d also left more toys in the room, but didn’t expect Jill or Jarrah to notice them. He was saving those for later in the evening.

  “Undress, my subs,” he ordered them and took off his own suit jacket and necktie after he spoke.

  Silently, they did as he said, hanging their clothing from the pegs as they’d done the previous night. The tighty-whities on Jarrah were at least two sizes too small. He’d done that deliberately so Jill would clearly see Jarrah’s cock as they played their game. Likewise there was no underwear for her and the dress was so short Jarrah would see her ass whenever she moved. If she jumped around and genuinely tried to hit the beanbag ball, likely her breasts would be exposed from the low-plunging neckline of the dress as well.

  “Now, my subs, let me see you play your game of tennis. The winner will be rewarded and the loser punished.”

  Keir had wondered whether they might both try to lose, but he hoped they’d expect the prize for wining would be even better than the punishment for losing. In any case it didn’t really matter. His aim was for both of them to climax before the evening was done. He had to stand with his legs well apart to give his aching dick space to move when he saw Jill. The assistant at the adult stall over in the main building had done an amazing job. The little dress was perfect. Tight across her breasts, forcing them to push up and be displayed almost to the nipples at the neckline, and so short the edge of her ass showed every time she moved.

  Keir could tell Jarrah had trouble stuffing his engorged dick into his tighty-whities. The head would pop out very soon if he lunged for the ball and Jill should surely appreciate that. She might even hit the ball deliberately to make it happen. He’d watch for that, too.

  They stood either side of the net, holding their plastic rackets, and with Jarrah holding the beanbag ball.

  Keir shook his head. “Now, Jarrah, where are your manners? Let the lady serve first.”

  “My apologies, ma’am.” Jarrah handed the beanbag ball to Jill then returned to his own side of the net.

  Jill barely waited until he’d taken up his position again before hitting the beanbag up and over the net. Of course, unlike a tennis ball, it had no action or flow, and dropped immediately toward the ground. Keir refused to grin. He was looking forward to that aspect of the game. All that bending over should have their body parts falling out of their costumes quite quickly. He anticipated a maximum of five minutes of “tennis” before either of them was too aroused to hit the ball.

  Jarrah had excellent reflexes—well, he was a werewolf shape-shifter after all—and managed to
flip the ball up and over the net, but Jill was waiting and slammed it straight down again. Keir was surprised at how good a player Jill turned out to be. He didn’t know whether she was naturally good at sport, or simply had quick reflexes, but the match was very even, especially considering the court was rather small, and the ball tended to drop like a stone after it’d been hit.

  Jill’s first breast escaped from her dress after about three minutes and she managed to push it back in between shots, but it fell out again and again. Meanwhile Jarrah’s cock was a long ridge pressed tight against the waistband of his underwear. Keir was impressed with the way they kept playing. He’d thought one or the other of them might try to lose, but both of them seemed determined to win.

  The winner was Jarrah, but he’d worked hard for his prize.

  “Jill, you lost. Come here and touch your toes.”

  She did as he’d asked, her tiny dress falling back, exposing not just her legs and ass, but part of her back as well. Keir picked up her plastic racket and paddled her ass hard, knowing the plastic would sting, but not really damage her in any way. He kept spanking her until her ass was pink, then said, “Sit on the ground, legs wide apart, feet flat on the floor.”

  Keir walked across to a plastic bag of equipment he’d brought with him and left on the tool bench, and took from it a huge pink dildo still in its plastic wrapping. “Hold your cunt wide open and fuck yourself with this. Do not come until I say you can.”

  While Jill was taking the dildo out of its wrapping, he turned to Jarrah. “This is your prize. You can get as close as you want to watch her, but you aren’t to touch her.”

  Jarrah waited until Jill inserted the dildo deep into her pussy, then he kneeled down directly in front of her. Keir was pleased to see Jarrah’s gaze flicking from her face, to her breasts, and down to her cunt, before moving to her face again.

  For her part, Jill used the fingers of one hand to hold her nether lips apart and give Jarrah a good view of the dildo sliding in and out of her pussy, and the gleaming wet cream that soon coated it.

  Keir watched closely and noted the interior of Jill’s pussy growing more red. “Stop.”

  She left the dildo inside her and looked up.

  “Take the costume off. Then touch your breasts.”

  Jill wiggled and fidgeted, pulling and pushing at the dress, obviously finding it quite hard to pull the tiny dress off. Her breasts had fallen out and been pushed back in the neckline so often she had to pull them both completely out of the dress then work the neckline up and over them before she could remove it.

  “And you, Jarrah. Would you feel more comfortable not wearing your costume?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Very well. Take it off.”

  Jarrah took care with his cock, but it still only took him a moment to pull the underpants down and off his legs.

  “Bend over and touch your toes, Jarrah.”

  Keir quickly took his flogger out of his bag and whipped it across Jarrah’s ass half a dozen times.

  “Now you, Jill.”

  She pulled the dildo out of her pussy and bent over.

  “Did I give you permission to remove the dildo?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Exactly. I did not.”

  First he flogged her shoulders and thighs with the flogger, and then he swatted her ass half a dozen times with the plastic tennis racket.

  “Both of you, close your eyes.”

  He returned to his equipment bag and pulled out two blindfolds and two ball gags. These had come from his own toy box. Quickly, he blindfolded and gagged them both, and then he took two pairs of handcuffs, also from his toy box, and cuffed their hands behind their backs, in case either of them decided to try to circumvent the blindfolds or gags. He knew they wouldn’t deliberately take them right off, but he wouldn’t have been surprised to catch them trying to peek or to push the gag a bit to the side. Now they wouldn’t be able to use their hands for any such tricks at least.

  He stood behind them both and swished the plastic racket through the air. It made quite a loud, distinctive noise which should misdirect them nicely. He gave Jarrah a couple of quick swats on the ass with it then silently moved in front of them, swapped his flogger to his right hand, and flogged them both across the belly, then Jarrah as well over his chest and upper arms. He was more cautious with Jill, but did give her one light flog across her breasts and a harder one over her upper thighs.

  Then he moved behind them and flogged them several times over their thighs and shoulders and across Jarrah’s ass again. He didn’t want to punish Jill’s ass much more because he couldn’t be sure how sore she might be from having been paddled with the plastic racket.

  Keir turned Jarrah to face Jill, removed his blindfold, and handed him the dildo. “Your challenge is to insert it back in her pussy where it belongs. Be careful not to push too hard, and do not hurt her.”

  Jarrah just stared at him for a moment, the dildo in his handcuffed hands behind his back. Then he sat on the ground and wiggled and pushed and twisted his body. It took Keir a few moments to work out what he was doing, and then he had to hide a smile. Damn the man. He was going to push his body through his arms so the handcuffs were in front of him. It was more than possible, escape artists did it all the time, and quite a few criminals had done it and escaped custody, too, but it still wasn’t particularly easy to do.

  Keir also wondered what Jill thought, still standing there blindfolded and unable to know what was happening, yet able to sense movement. She’d know the air being disturbed was not close to her body though. Keir hoped it increased her arousal and tension.

  Jarrah’s technique was determined, and he learned fast. When one thing worked, he repeated it. When something no longer worked, he modified it. Far faster than Keir would have expected, he’d pulled his arms down over his butt and now his hands, still holding the dildo, were cuffed in front of his body instead of behind him. Jarrah grinned and kneeled up, creeping closer to Jill until he was between her legs. He rearranged the dildo in his hands, and pushed the tip at her entry. She widened her legs and Jarrah pushed it an inch or two more. Her body absorbed the dildo inside herself and Jarrah wobbled it a bit from side to side, inching it deeper into her until it was fully inserted. He crept backward and looked up at Keir.

  “Well done, sub. You used your brains as well as your brawn and have earned yourself another reward.”

  Keir took Jill’s blindfold off, and he saw her stare at Jarrah, with his hands now cuffed in front of him. He watched as her eyes became glazed over, then her head nodded. Yes, she’d worked out how he did it. They were both damn smart people, and he looked forward to playing more games with them when they’d match their wits against any puzzle he set them. Then Keir moved behind her and undid her handcuffs.

  “Fuck yourself. But you can’t come until Jarrah comes. He won the prize, so he gets to climax first.”

  Keir deliberately left Jarrah’s handcuffs on him. Now his hands were at his front he should be able to do whatever he needed to do to jack himself off. If Jarrah was as aroused as him, it wouldn’t take much, that was certain.

  Jill thrust her naked breasts out and held her pussy lips wide as she slowly pulled the dildo out of herself. Then she ran it over her breasts, touching it to her nipples and leaving her damp cream glistening on the tiny pebbled buds. Fuck, that’s hot. Keir’s cock, locked up tightly in his suit pants, was full and aching to get out and play. Last night, when he’d finally been alone in the shower, he’d jacked off to the image of those breasts and he’d come and come and come some more. Tonight his dick was harder than a spike and so full he was ready to burst. But once again it wasn’t his place to come here during the scene. He was the Dom, the organizer of the subs’ pleasure, the one in control at all times.

  Jarrah was tugging slowly on his cock, matching the speed of his movements to the speed of what Jill was doing with the dildo. When she drove it back inside her, Keir could feel Jarrah’s relie
f, but it didn’t help him at all. There’d be no release for him, although he couldn’t stop watching her as she teased them both by moving the dildo in and out of her hot-pink pussy.

  Faster and faster she fucked herself with the dildo, her gaze fixed on Jarrah. Jarrah broke, his cum spurting from his cock over his hands. Jill smiled and shook, twisting the dildo deep inside her, and then her body shook as she came, too.

  Keir gulped and swallowed. His mouth was full of saliva from his desperate need to touch himself, to relieve himself, but his control was intact. He crossed the shed to his bag and handed Jarrah the packet of wipes, then removed Jill’s ball gag, and unlocked Jarrah’s handcuffs.

  “Clean up, and get dressed, but don’t leave this shed.”

  Keir collected all his toys, and the costumes, the ball and rackets, and put them in his bag, then started untying the net. By the time he’d finished and looked around the shed to make sure all of his belongings had been collected together again, both Jill and Jarrah were dressed and ready to go. His final task was to remove the new padlock from the door, and leave the maintenance shed available for anyone else who wanted to use it.

  Keir was thinking hard as he walked Jill back to her cabin. “Can we meet you tomorrow morning? Would you like to go on one of the runs, or a walk, or just sit in the hot tub perhaps?”

  She was silent for so long he thought she might not have been going to answer him. But just as she arrived at her cabin, she shook her head. “No, I’m sorry. I have plans for tomorrow morning.”

  She opened the door quietly and slid inside, shutting the door with the faintest of clicks.

  Plans what plans? Was she going to be seeing someone else? Sloan perhaps? She’d admitted to being intrigued by his offer. Damn it! Was she fucking Sloan? Was that why she refused to have sex with them? He actually liked the man. Sloan seemed a sensible and intelligent person tasked with a really difficult project, but his liking would soon turn to hatred if Sloan was going to steal their woman from them.