A Mate to Treasure [Wolf Pack Mates 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

  “I agree. We’ll all make love together.”

  Four hands stripped her out of her denim jacket, her T-shirt, her bra, her boots, and her jeans, in no time at all. The panties were pulled down with the jeans, and she never even noticed the Stetson being removed from her head. She was placed facedown on the bed, on top of the purple sheets, and two men began teasing her asshole.

  “The oil Edward is using on you is very special. It’s a warming oil, which will heat you up from the inside. But it’s also edible, which means if I decide to taste you there, my mouth will be all heated up as well. Of course, I could tongue fuck your ass a little, then stick my tongue on your skin, and then you’d experience the warming effects of the oil there, too. Or I could just rub a tiny bit in somewhere.”

  Gently, Robert pulled her breast out to the side of her body, and then his slippery fingers were teasing her nipple. Bethany felt the warming effects instantly. Her nipple puckered then grew hot and hard. Inside her ass Edward’s fingers were teasing her walls, heating them up, too. The more he stretched her opening, the hotter it—and she—grew.

  “It definitely works,” she gasped, stunned at how powerful the oil was. She was sure she wasn’t open enough to take a cock as big as either of theirs, yet her body was already begging to be filled.

  “We thought you’d like it. We bought it from the adult store booth right here,” said Edward.

  “I’m sure he’s making a lot of sales,” she said.

  “I expect the first day or so business was a bit quiet, but it was definitely busy today,” said Robert.

  “If we bought a pair of handcuffs, would you wear them for us?” asked Edward.

  She had to think about that. “I would now because I trust you. Of course, you could buy two pairs and I could handcuff you and tease you as well.”

  Edward rolled her over and she stared into their faces. She knew them well now. The flickering candle light sent shadows across their bodies, the candles moving as they moved, because of the drafts. Edward the older brother, more Dominant. His hair and eyes darker, his body longer than Robert’s. Robert was more of a worrier, more sensitive perhaps. Together they were a clever team, always working together with never any disagreements or discussion about what would happen next. Bethany wondered if that was because they’d discussed everything they did beforehand, or if it was because they understood each other so well. It didn’t really matter, she supposed, whether they were planners, or just in sync with each other. The fact was they did work together as a team, and she liked that. She liked that they could cooperate and understand each other so well.

  “Are you just going to sit there all night looking at me?” she teased Edward.

  “I could do that, you know. I could sit here, staring at your lovely body. Maybe touching you a little.” Edward gently slid the palm of his hand up her leg to her belly then from one side of it to the other.

  Robert stepped up to the bed and he was naked. She’d subconsciously noticed he was missing, and now she knew why. He took one of the condoms from the nightstand and rolled it onto his cock. Robert scooted onto the bed beside her, lying on his back, and gently he pulled her over his body. She sat up straight over his hips, and ran her hands up and down across his abs and his pecs, enjoying the solid feeling of the muscles beneath his skin. She rubbed her cunt across his thigh, letting him feel how wet she was. Then finally she held his cock at her pussy entry, and pushed him inside her, gradually sliding down over him until his balls were resting against her mound, and her pussy was stretched wide to fit him all inside.

  Edward, now naked except for the latex encasing his cock, slid onto the bed behind her and rested his hand on her lower back. Obediently she lay down flat on Robert, wiggling her cunt a little to tease him, but also to enjoy the way his cock scraped over her walls heightening her arousal.

  Behind her she felt Edward’s fingers on her ass again and she wondered if he was putting more of the warming oil in her ass. She was already hotter than fire, more than ready to fuck and be fucked. Both her nipples were hot and grown into tight points, but glancing down at her chest, she could tell the one with the oil on it was bigger than the other one. “If I put this oil on your cocks, would they grow even bigger?” she asked.

  “Don’t even think about it. My cock’s about to explode it feels so good inside you,” groaned Robert.

  She giggled then groaned herself as Edward’s cock breached the ring of tight ass muscles and began to push its way inside her dark channel. Deeper and yet deeper he went, setting hundreds of nerve endings on fire on his way past until her ass was alive with the desperate need for him to begin moving. Her cunt was already demanding she clench the cock inside it and hold him tight, so she did.

  Edward took both her hands, placed them on her hips, then held his hands over hers so she couldn’t touch anything. “Not fair,” she complained.

  “We’re in charge now, and we don’t want you to push us over the edge too soon,” Edward explained.

  “Well, that makes sense, I suppose.”

  Very slowly, much more slowly than she’d have liked, the two men withdrew their cocks from her body, held the position for a moment or two, letting her experience loss and emptiness, then began pushing back inside her. They repeated their actions again and again, moving so slowly she was ready to scream at them, but finally they began to speed up.

  Bethany tried to move her hands. She wanted to touch her men, but Edward kept them in a firm hold, refusing to let her be involved. Sneakily Bethany tightened her internal pussy and ass muscles, gripping their cocks harder and harder until she had no more strength, before loosening them again.

  Neither man said anything, but suddenly they were slamming in and out of her, driving their cocks deep into her, withdrawing until just the cockheads were in her, then jack-hammering all the way back. Bethany rested her head on Robert’s shoulder and let her body take over as the tension inside her rose higher and higher, and the huge orgasm coiling in her belly prevented her from thinking about anything but her need to come. Then her head exploded, her body unraveled, and the climax burst out of her shaking her until her bones rattled. Her cunt gripped Robert’s cock then milked him and she felt the heat of his release. In her ass, Edward only managed to hold on a few strokes longer. And still the climax rolled through her from her toes to the top of her head, her pussy pulsing with the power of it.

  “Wow. Thank you,” she whispered.

  Edward pulled out of her ass and lifted her up. “Time for a shower, then you need some soothing gel in your ass so you’re not sore tomorrow.”

  “How about a nap first?”

  But they weren’t listening. They manhandled her into the bathroom, washed her in the shower, then took her back to bed. That was the last thing Bethany noticed before she fell asleep.

  * * * *

  Edward had made several plans for the next morning, for if she decided to stay with them all night, but he hadn’t decided whether or not to wake her up. He could lie here looking at her all day, but he didn’t know whether she was the kind of person who liked to be up at the same time as usual, or whether she’d rather sleep in. The last morning run left at ten. Since she’d run every day he decided he’d wake her at half past nine if she hadn’t woken herself by then. He had to assume she’d want to run if that was her routine.

  But a little before nine she mumbled something incoherent, staggered into the bathroom and came out half an hour later looking as shiny and refreshed as if she’d gone to bed at ten the previous night alone in her own bed.

  Hastily, he pulled on last night’s jeans to escort her back to her cabin. Robert was fumbling through the closet for his running clothes.

  “Do you want to go running this morning?” asked Edward, not sure whether he hoped she’d say yes or no.

  “Absolutely. Pick me up at ten before, please.”

  They walked silently back to her cabin and watched as she entered, closing the door very softly. “I guess that m
eans Jill’s still asleep,” he said to Robert.

  “I wonder who she’s dating. I thought it might be those men at lunch yesterday. They seem interested in her.”

  “Yes. At first I was worried they wanted Bethany. It was a relief to know it was Jill they preferred.”

  Back in their own cabin, Edward hurried through his shower, then put on his running clothes. He turned on the television while he waited for Robert to finish in the bathroom, and only then realized he hadn’t looked at the TV at all since the day they’d arrived until now. His entire being had been focused on Bethany. It still was. She meant everything to him. To them both. Surely after last night she’d commit to them now. It was so hard not to tie her up and demand she say yes, but if the promise wasn’t given of her free will, it meant nothing. They had to love her into their arms. It was the only way.

  To get to know her better, to let her know them better, they needed some time alone together, and not just in bed. Using the hot tub, having lunch together, were all good things to do, but they were surrounded by other people so the conversation was very general. He needed something they could do where it’d be just the three of them. Heading off into the property alone was frowned upon as a safety issue, and there was no way on Earth he’d endanger Bethany’s safety so that was out. But could they perhaps just put their table and chairs outside the cabin and have a picnic there. That should be safe enough. He’d need to ask for a third chair, of course. Other people would be passing backward and forward to their cabins, but they’d be alone enough to speak of whatever concerned them without others joining in.

  Yes, that’s what they’d do. Pick up some coffee in to-go cups and some of the spaghetti from that stand as well, and bring it back here.

  There was quite a big crowd running at ten, and they split into two groups fairly quickly with the faster runners, and their guide, Tegan, getting farther ahead all the time, and the slower runners, with their guide sticking to a twelve-minute mile. Bethany was full of energy and had no difficulty keeping up with the front group, which was fine by him. Edward’s sole aim was to please Bethany, although it did thrill him that she was so fit and healthy. She looked thin, but she was by no means weak, and he liked her long lean legs, narrow waist and pert breasts.

  When they arrived back at the starting point he said, “Are you interested in having a picnic lunch. Perhaps coffee and spaghetti? We could put the table and chairs from our cabin out on the grass and eat in the sun.”

  “That sounds good. Give me half an hour, though, to take another shower first.”

  Less than an hour later they were sitting around the table and eating their picnic. The spaghetti stand had evidently had other requests just like theirs, as they also gave them a bottle of water each, paper plates, plastic forks, and paper towels to clean themselves up afterward.

  Edward had the chairs arranged so that Bethany had her back to the cabin, for protection, and he faced one way and Robert the other, so they’d see if anyone was coming. It wasn’t perfect, of course. Someone could hide around the side of the cabin and eavesdrop, but that wasn’t very likely in such a public place.

  “What sort of things would you like to know about us?” he asked her when they were all settled.

  * * * *

  Robert sipped his coffee then fiddled with his fork. He wanted Bethany so much, but there was nothing he could do right now except answer her questions honestly and hope she sensed his devotion to her. He wanted to grab her, and hold her, and beg her to stay with them, but likely that would scare her away. He worried that even hinting at the depths of his emotion for her might be counterproductive.

  “Tell me about your actual day-to-day jobs. Do you go out into the park checking on the animals or what?”

  Robert was content for Edward to answer. They worked together sometimes, but also apart as well, often on different projects. Edward liked being outside so tended to take more of the assignments that involved actually hiking through the park to check the safety of various wildflowers or animals. While he didn’t mind being outside, he was happy enough to spend a day sitting in front of a computer writing reports.

  All the pack members were very good at taking photographs of erosion or soil damage they noticed, and of plants that had been ripped up by inconsiderate tourists, or stomped on by people not staying on the hiking trails. That made report writing so much easier as the evidence was right there. They sent a team straight out to fix the damage then sent in their report. Phones with cameras had to be one of the best inventions, to his mind, as it made their work so much easier. In the past someone would report the damage, then someone one else would have to hike out and take pictures of it. They’d discuss what had happened and how to rectify the situation, then a third team would go out with the relevant tools and equipment and make the repairs. Now the person who saw the original problem would take some pictures on their phone and message them to the office. Those in the office could see the evidence and make a decision immediately, and the repair crew could be out there the same day.

  “Robert, how many people are in your pack? Are there other women my age?”

  He dropped his fork and gazed into her beautiful face. The sun had put the tiniest bit of color on her skin, making it glow with good health, her blonde hair looked paler in the sunshine, and her light blue eyes were bright with intelligence.

  “There’s about one hundred fifty people all together, counting children. There are maybe half a dozen women aged eighteen to twenty-five and another half dozen twenty-five to thirty-five so you should be able to make some friends. I can promise you everyone is hoping we bring a mate home, so you will be welcomed.”

  “Even though I’m mostly panther and a bit human?”

  “Yes. The pack had already started talking about the unmated men finding some human women to marry because the Supreme Alpha had said mixed marriages and ménages were acceptable and even to be encouraged. I don’t think the fact that you’re a panther will be a problem. We actually had a wounded coyote shape-shifter stay with us for several weeks a couple years ago. He’d broken a leg and didn’t want to be taken to a regular hospital. That was before we knew about the Shape-Shifter Clinic. These days we could have sent him straight there.”

  Bethany nodded. She seemed happy enough with what he and Edward were telling her and she’d eaten most of her lunch. Feeling less tense, Robert forked up his spaghetti and ate hungrily.

  “Have you got some questions for me?”

  “Carnal Connections is a BDSM community. Have you been involved in that side of their activities? I need to tell you I’m a Dom,” said Edward.

  “I haven’t been involved in the lifestyle at all. I’m not anyone’s sub, if that’s what you’re asking. But of course, I’m living in their community and they talk and act their beliefs out all the time. I find it exciting and interesting. I’ve watched a few public demonstrations and found them most arousing. There’s a very high level of trust going on between the Dom and the sub and I like that idea. And, by the way, I did notice how you held my hands last night. It may not have been handcuffs but it performed the same control over my actions.”

  “And did it frustrate you, or heighten your pleasure?” asked Edward.

  Yeah, that’s a key question. Will she enjoy playing the scenes with us or not?

  Bethany looked thoughtful. Robert liked that she was concentrating on giving a full answer, taking the question seriously. “Both. But overall it was positive.”

  “So will you play a scene with us?” he asked.

  “Are you a Dom, too?”

  “No. I’m a sub, like you.”

  “Very well. I’ll do a scene with you this afternoon. But I have to be able to move normally all night tonight at the formal dinner.”

  Robert grinned. She’d agreed! That was better than he’d even imagined. He’d thought that even if they found a woman it could be months before she’d let them play any BDSM games. He jumped up and collected the trash from their me
al and took it inside the cabin. While Edward escorted Bethany inside he stacked the three chairs and brought them in, then Edward helped him carry the table back inside. Finally, he could lock the door and get undressed. He knew his brother would have planned the scene already, but had no idea what games he planned to guide them through. Whatever it was, Robert was ready and willing to play. Simply watching Bethany would be sheer delight for him even if there was no orgasm for himself at the end of it.

  “Undress, my subs.” Edward’s voice was firmer than usual. The game had already begun.

  * * * *

  Edward had planned this scene so carefully and revised and crosschecked it so often, he could hardly believe he was actually doing it on the woman of his heart at last. He’d even considered having a rehearsal of it with Robert, but that wouldn’t be fair to his brother. Part of the intensity of a scene came from the sub not knowing what would happen next. By definition, if he rehearsed it, all the secrets would be revealed, and the scene would then become all too predictable. So he’d played it over and over again in his mind, and had to hope it’d work.

  The aim was to arouse Bethany more than she’d ever been aroused before, so that when she was finally granted release, she’d come harder than ever before. That way she’d learn that only in his hands would she find such incredible bliss. Well, that was his plan anyway. Edward straightened his shoulders and pulled himself up to his full six foot height. A Dom’s body language should never betray his inner turmoil. A Dom must always appear calm and in control. Even when his gut was a mass of nerves and butterflies, making him wish he hadn’t just eaten lunch.

  He took his bag of ropes out of the closet, and pulled out two lengths of rope with tiny yellow threads on the end. These were the ones for their wrists.