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

  Laying one aside, he said, “Robert. Hands behind your back.”

  Robert turned with his back to Edward and his hands together just above his ass. Quickly Edward bound his wrists, knowing Bethany would be watching him. He could almost feel her pale blue eyes taking in every movement of his hands.

  Next he took out a long rope and moved back to Robert, wrapping it around his brother’s waist firmly against the skin but not hard enough to hurt.

  “Bethany, come here. You’re to pull this rope down between Robert’s butt cheeks, making sure it’s tight across his rosette, then pull it up between his legs and wrap it along the crease between his thigh and torso.”

  She gave him a long, serious glance, then, fumbling a little at first, did as he’d said.

  “Pull the tope a bit tighter.”

  When she’d gotten it exactly right, he had her wrap the rope twice along the crease around Robert’s leg, then up his butt crack again, around his waist, pulling it tighter this time, and down to the other leg, tying it along the leg-torso join there.

  “That’s good.”

  He knotted the end to the ropes around Robert’s waist.

  Seeing the ropes, Bethany should be able to understand that every movement would arouse Robert.

  “Robert, run in place, one hundred steps, start.”

  He watched as Robert started to run on the spot. “Lift your knees up. Higher. Higher.”

  Edward looked at Bethany. She was watching Robert, her eyes wide and her tongue flicked out to lick her lips. Excellent. She was highly aroused, too. He couldn’t wait to get the ropes on her. The rope would abrade her most sensitive and tender skin She’d come with a bang like the Fourth of July, he hoped.

  “Bethany. Hands behind your back.”

  She’d clasped her hands together but it didn’t matter. He still had her wrists bound securely in a very few moments.

  As soon as Robert finished his running, Edward told him to do twenty sit-ups. Obediently Robert dropped to the floor, but with his hands tied behind his back it wasn’t as easy as usual. However Edward knew Robert had plenty of stomach muscle so he was able to complete the challenge.

  “Stand against the wall. You may watch.”

  Even getting up from the floor without being able to use his hands was more difficult than normal, but once again, Robert’s physical fitness meant he could do it easily, though not very gracefully.

  Now it was Bethany’s turn. She’d watched Robert so he hoped she’d been imagining how it felt. If she had, her own experiences would be very much heightened.

  “Step forward, Bethany. Legs shoulder-width apart, head up, looking straight forward, not at what I’m doing.”

  He took out another very long rope and stood behind her wrapping it twice around her waist and tying the end. He longed to stroke her lovely straight spine, to palm that delicious ass, and to kiss across her shoulders, but this was not the right time. Damn it. Gently he pulled her ass cheeks apart and slid the rope down her crack, before tying it around her legs and waist as he’d told her to do to Robert.

  She ran in place when he said to, lifting her knees high without being reminded to do that, then followed his instructions to do her sit ups. She got up from the floor without any difficulty and with a lot more grace than Robert had demonstrated. Edward wondered if that was because she was a cat, or simply because she was female. Either way it made him very pleased and proud with how she’d behaved.

  “Both of you face the wall and raise your arms as high as you can.”

  This part of the scene was really just to put pressure on their shoulders, to make them really feel restrained. But he had to have a reason for them to raise their arms so a few quick swats of their ass with a paddle were required.

  Edward loved the rhythm and thud of the paddle against Bethany’s ass, but as Bethany had said, she wanted to act normally tonight, so he couldn’t put too much strain on her shoulders. He wanted her to remember the scene with enjoyment not long-lasting pain, or worse, a dislocated shoulder.

  “Robert. Stand back to back with Bethany. Now undo each other’s wrists.”

  Edward stood well back from them but to their side, so he could watch. Robert had some experience with untying ropes but he knew nothing about Bethany’s skills. It’d also be very interesting to see whether they worked cooperatively together or whether they both tried to untie the knots simultaneously.

  Bethany remained still and Robert carefully felt over the knots until he worked out which end he needed to start with. He made a few wrong moves and fumbled a bit, but didn’t take all that long to get the ropes coming loose. Then he stayed still as Bethany turned around and untied him.

  Both waited for permission to do more once their hands were untied. Edward really liked that neither of them just continued to undo the rest of their bindings. It was a good sign that they accepted him as their Dom and in charge of their pleasure, at least for now.

  “You may undo the rest of the ropes.”

  While they did that, he got undressed, then rolled up and packed away the ropes. Meanwhile Robert opened the nightstand drawer and took out lube and condoms, and also the bottle of warming gel. That was a good idea. He’d already decided they should massage each other’s shoulders, and their ass cracks might be a tiny bit abraded as well.

  “Good idea, Robert. Bethany, why don’t you lie face down in the bed so Robert can massage your shoulders and I’ll put some gel in your butt crack.”

  At last he was free to touch her in the way he so desperately wanted to, as a lover, instead of as her Dom. Edward coated his finger in the soothing gel, and gently ran it up and down her ass crack. While he was there, he massaged around her rosette, loosening the tight muscles just a bit, training them to accept a cock for later tonight, he hoped. That done, he stroked over her pussy lips, noting how aroused she was, how her cream glistened on her flesh, and how she was pushing back into his hands all the time he touched her. Oh yes, she was ready to be fucked.

  He nodded to Robert, who instantly rolled on a condom, then they turned Bethany so her head hung over the side of the bed. Robert drove his cock deep inside her pussy, throwing her legs over his shoulders, while Edward climbed off the bed and stood over her head, holding his cock at her mouth. In this position she should be able to deep throat him, and if she didn’t know how, he planned to teach her right now, while she was aroused from the BDSM scene and more likely to obey him while she learned how very good it would feel for her as well as for him.

  He knew some women found the gag reflex at the start a problem, but there were techniques to overcome it, and he’d never let her choke properly on one of them. She should know them well enough now to trust him. But he still wanted to do it for the first time after a BDSM scene, while she still saw him at least to some extent as her Dom, the person in charge, in control, yet who had her pleasure in mind throughout the scene.

  Edward watched Robert and Robert gave him a nod when he was seated fully inside Bethany. “Have you ever deep throated a man, Bethany?” Edward asked her.

  “Not really. I practiced on a dildo for a while, but by the time I’d gotten the hang of it, I’d split up from my boyfriend anyway.”

  Edward felt a shaft of joy run through him at the thought his cock would be the first one she’d successfully deep throat. Of course, he and Robert were already her first ever ménage, but he hoped this was just the beginning of them all building a lifetime of firsts together.

  “Relax the back of your throat and ignore your gag reflex. If your mouth fills with saliva, it doesn’t matter. That just feels extra good on my cock.”

  Edward let her set the pace of accepting his dick into her mouth. She was the one who needed to be comfortable swallowing him down. She took him very slowly and stopped quite a few times, but gradually he sank deeper and deeper into her mouth and down her throat. There was a little bit of gagging, but she controlled it extremely well and then she swallowed around him. It was the best feeling eve
r. He had to work really hard not to come she felt so good.

  Robert began fucking her properly, and Bethany nibbled, licked, and sucked along his shaft for a while, then played with his cockhead and the ridge where his head and shaft joined. That was a very sensitive area for him, and he loved what she was doing, but he wanted her to take him all the way again. Gently he pulled her head back and said, “Again.”

  His voice sounded harsh and hoarse with his need, but she just nodded and began feeding him in once more. Robert was holding her hips tightly, pumping hard into her, so Edward guessed time was almost up. Soon she’d be too close to her own release to concentrate on him.

  He slid down the back of her throat faster this time, and there was only once when she had to stop him and work on her breathing. Then she swallowed him hard, and hummed. It was the movement of her vocal chords that sent him over the edge, but her timing was impeccable as she gasped and came herself when his cock was still in her mouth. He took hold of his cock himself, pulling out until just the head was in her mouth as he jetted the last of his cum.

  She was swallowing his seed, and shaking on the bed, so he held her shoulders and supported her head and neck as she let her climax run through her.

  Robert held her hips and they turned her to lie properly on the bed, then Edward climbed up beside her and the three of them cuddled for a while.

  Holding her like this, tucked securely between himself and his brother seemed incredibly intimate somehow. Not that fucking her hadn’t been intimate, but now the three of them were pressed together, almost like one person, one unit, and that’s what he wanted them to be. Together, a unit, a triad, forever. She had to commit to being with them. She couldn’t deny them now. She simply couldn’t.

  But just as she’d done this morning, she wobbled off the bed and staggered into the bathroom, emerging in less than half an hour looking clean, fresh, and rested. How does she do that? Where is the miracle reviver? There’s not even coffee in there.

  Both he and Robert had pulled on their clothes while she was in the bathroom, and were ready to walk her back to her cabin as soon as she appeared.

  “We’ll pick you up for the dinner tonight as usual,” he said as they headed down the path. He was the Dom and he wasn’t risking anyone else attracting her attention.

  “That will be lovely, thank you.”

  “What color dress are you wearing tonight?” asked Robert.

  Fuck yes. It was the formal dinner tonight. He should have thought about flowers. It was just as well Robert’s brain was working.

  “It’s a sort of blue-green.”

  “Can we see it now, or is it secret?” he asked.

  “Wait here.” Bethany opened the door of her cabin. She moved very silently and he wondered if Jill was possibly asleep. But she was back quickly with the dress and showed it to them through the partially opened door. He nodded. He’d have called the color green, but if she said it was blue-green, he’d believe her. It was like the ocean in a storm he thought and wondered what the dress would look like on her. She was only showing them the skirt of it, so he had no idea of the style of the gown at all. But for flowers, it was the color that was important.

  “Thank you,” said Robert.

  “We’ll see you this evening,” he added.

  And the door was shut.

  He turned to Robert. “I’m so glad you remembered about the flowers for the formal dinner tonight.”

  “Yeah, me, too. Let’s go get them now while the color is clear in our heads.”

  And tonight she’d be in his arms again. Tonight he’d fuck her brains out and ask her to commit to them. Tonight.

  Chapter Six

  Jill wasn’t in the cabin, well, not unless she was in the bathroom and not making any noise, but the men didn’t need to know that. So much had happened in the last twenty-four hours, Bethany needed time to think. It was time she set her head straight and made some well-thought-out decisions, instead of just going with the flow of whatever happened all the time.

  She hung the dress back up in her closet, then stuck her head in the bathroom. No, Jill wasn’t there. Bethany’s favorite thing to do when she needed to think was to go for a long walk, but it was the middle of the afternoon, and if she ventured outside people would want to talk to her, or walk with her, or just invite her to have coffee with them. All of which were really nice and friendly, but she needed silence. She needed space alone to think.

  Even though she’d just had a shower, she stripped off her clothes again and turned on the faucet to fill the tub. While the water was running, she collected her shampoo and conditioner and her hair brush, deciding to give her hair a bit of a treatment while she used the silence to do her thinking.

  But the problem was where to start. Everything was linked to everything else. She’d just had her first real ménage sex, and her first real BDSM scene. However, these were only part of the real question which was would she commit to Edward and Robert. Did she love them, or at least like them enough to live with them and their pack? Did they love her?

  Bethany climbed into the tub and laid down, letting the water cover her completely until just her eyes and nose were out in the air. She tucked her arms down at her sides and bent her knees so every part of her was soaking in the warm water, and relaxed.

  What is love, exactly? That’s the key question. Not whether they love me or whether I love them. First I need to know what love is.

  Love is accepting people for who and what they are. Not what I’d like them to be, but for themselves, just as they are right now. Yeah, right. Her father didn’t get the memo on that one. She’d thought she was loved. The only girl, Daddy’s little princess. He was always autocratic. It was he who made all the decisions. He said what they’d eat for supper, and whether she could have new shoes, and if her brothers could join the baseball team. But she’d believed he loved her. It was only after he’d told them all to leave, that she’d tried to think back and she couldn’t recall one time ever when he’d said he loved her. Her mother said it often to all of them. But her father. No, she had no memory of him ever saying those words, not even on her birthday.

  That didn’t mean a whole lot. She knew some people used the words meaninglessly. They loved their coffee and their new shoes as much as they loved their partner. But she didn’t think Edward and Robert were like that. They’d expressed enthusiasm and liking for their jobs and their pack, but they’d said they loved her, several times. They’d told her she was beautiful and precious. They’d given her flowers the first day and she was pretty sure they’d be giving her flowers tonight as well, seeing they’d wanted to know the color of her dress.

  Bethany sat up in the water and giggled as she filled one palm with shampoo. “The purple sheets.” She had a feeling she’d like their mother. The woman must have had a bucket load of confidence, giving her sons purple satin sheets to romance their woman with. She was sure a lady like that would accept her. And she’d brought her sons up to have manners. Notwithstanding Robert’s comment about putting the toilet seat down, they were gentlemanly at all times, helping her, holding her chair, opening doors. It might only be habit but it was nice and it made her feel accepted and wanted.

  Bethany giggled again as she shampooed her hair. The toilet seat had always been down when she’d used their bathroom, so that was good. She snorted and shampoo bubbles flew through the air.

  “What else?”

  They hadn’t tried to hide her away, to keep her from meeting other men. They’d always been waiting for her, ready to escort her back to her cabin, or simply to bring her a drink at the party, but in no way had they tried to stop her meeting the other men, or talking to them, or dancing with them. In fact, everything they’d done had been her choosing the activity, and them letting her choose. They’d been incredibly patient and trusting with her, taking the relationship at the speed she laid out, not at whatever pace they might have wanted themselves.

  Bethany opened the drain and turned on
the shower, rinsing all the shampoo from her hair, then closing the drain again and letting the tub fill with clean water.

  So, they’d verbalized love, and demonstrated it to her with their care, patience, and perseverance.

  She poured some conditioner into her hand and worked the lather through her hair.

  What about the sex? Outstanding. There was no other word for it. She’d had more orgasms from those two men than from her previous boyfriend in an entire six-month relationship. They worshipped her body and she was more than ready to worship theirs.

  And the BDSM?

  Bethany lay back in the tub, resting her hair on the rim of the tub to let the conditioner work its magic. She’d been fascinated by what she’d seen of BDSM at Carnal Connections. She knew Jill was very much into the lifestyle and they’d talked a bit about it on the way here. She’d answered some questions Bethany hadn’t liked to ask inside the community. She didn’t want to seem rude or ungrateful when they’d welcomed her into their community, just because her brother lived there.

  Bethany knew her upbringing was lacking in some social skills. When they’d arrived in Texas, she’d learned that not all Alphas were like the Alpha of the pack where she’d grown up. His word had been law and anyone who disagreed with him was punished harshly. Even her father had never allowed anyone to express an opinion different from his. Yet in Texas she’d learned that other leaders encouraged discussion and welcomed input and ideas from all the members of the pack. Nevertheless, she’d seldom said anything even faintly questioning, not wanting to seem rude.

  Fortunately Jill had encouraged her questions on the journey here, and had explained some things to her. Bethany thought she really would enjoy a Dom/sub relationship. Somehow it was incredibly freeing knowing another person was dedicated to pleasing her and taking all the worry and stress out of her life. She was more than willing to hand over the control to Edward. Already she knew instinctively he’d never abuse her trust.

  “But do I love them?”