Chase, Zara - Tigers' Temptation [Impulse 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (22 page)

Philo chuckled. “We’ll have to control our thought around her now,” he said.

“I shall enjoy getting to know what goes on inside those brains of yours,” Layla warned them.

“How long have you been awake?” Philo asked.

“Long enough.”

“How do you feel?” Layla asked anxiously.

“Rejuvenated,” he said, stretching his arms above his head.

“You can’t, not that quickly.”

“Well, honey, I’m
pretty
sure I feel a lot stronger, but if you doubt my word, there’s an easy solution to that.”

“Hey, wait your turn,” Philo protested.

Mikael chuckled. “Just sayin’.”

Philo screwed up his eyes and examined Mikael’s face. “You
do
look a lot better,” he conceded. “Your eyes are clear of pain, and I can sense the return of your energy.”

“Our mate possesses unique healing qualities.”

“I wouldn’t know. We had to keep quiet because you were asleep.”

“Well, I’m awake now.”

Philo leaned over Layla and kissed Mikael’s lips. “Welcome back to the land of the living, lover.”

“Same here,” Layla said, taking her turn to kiss him.

“Okay, let’s not spoil him,” Philo said. “How about we have some fun getting our mate ready for the main event?”

“Sounds like a plan,” Mikael agreed.

Philo leaned in to kiss Layla, heady passion driving him as he claimed her lush mouth with seductive strokes of his tiger tongue. She wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted her body from the bed, pressing it against his, seemingly as eager to get to know him in the biblical sense as he was her. He loved the feel of her fingers tangling with his hair and tickling the back of his neck, but he also wanted her to be passive. He wanted to be able to torment her and for her to be unable to retaliate. She wasn’t yet disciplined enough to do as she was told without the sensual side of her nature directing her actions. That would come—he and Mikael would see to that—but right now she needed to be restrained.

Philo broke the kiss and delved beneath the bed into his toy drawer.

“Hands above your head, darlin’.”

He shackled her wrists to the bedhead with fluffy restraints, sharing a smile with Mikael as they watched her writhing about, comfortable in her nakedness, clearly anxious to see what came next.

“Nipple clamps, spanking, or both?”
Philo pheromoned.

“We know she likes the clamps. Let’s save those for later and get her used to being spanked. Best not give her too much to deal with all at once.”

“I hear you.”

“Up on your knees, babe. The restraints swivel. Support your weight on your forearms.”

“Well, ain’t that just about the cutest sight you ever did see,” Mikael said. “Those gorgeous tits dangling down, that pink butt sticking up in the air like a written invitation. It could give a man ideas.”

“You’re still sick,” Philo reminded him.

“And she’s my cure.”

Mikael slid sideways beneath her, suckling and nipping at a nipple. “Like that, honey?”

“I love it.”

“You don’t mind the pain?”

“What pain?”

“Atagirl!”

Philo rubbed her ass with his large hands, sweeping the palms in circles, every so often lifting one and bringing it down on her cheeks—first one and then the other. She responded by wiggling her butt at him. Philo laughed and spanked her a little harder. She’d told them that she’d not done anything like this before, but she was a natural sub. She absorbed the slight pain and waited for it to transmute to pleasure without having to have the process explained to her. Philo shouldn’t have felt surprised, he supposed. Any mate of theirs was bound to be into
the life.

Philo abandoned his spanking, figuring she’d taken enough for a first time. Instead, he squirted lube over her ass and rubbed it into the crack, rimming her anus as he’d done while Mikael was fucking her. This time, instead of inserting his fingers, he slipped the head of his throbbing cock into her ass. She instantly tensed up against him.

“Let me in, baby. You’ll love it, I promise you.”

He could tell that she was trying really hard to relax. He plastered her spine with hot, wet kisses as he eased himself into her and then withdrew. With each renewed sortie, he drove a little deeper. Layla moaned, but didn’t try to stop him.

“How does it feel?” he asked.

“It burns, but also feels kinda sensitive. In a good way. I’ll get used to it.”

“Sure you will.”

Philo pulled out altogether and reached for the butt plug he’d used on her before. He lubed it and slipped it into place, this time meeting no resistance.

“Remember when we played last time and you came with the vibrator and this up your ass?” She nodded. “You wanted us instead, didn’t you, sugar?”

“Yes, it would have felt better to have at least one throbbing cock fucking me, instead of something with batteries in it.”

Philo chuckled. “I don’t know about you, buddy, but I reckon we’ve got one hell of a firecracker on our hands.”

“Talking of hands, ours are gonna be kept full keeping her satisfied,” Mikael replied, relish in his tone.

“Well, babe, you’re gonna get half your wish right now. This plug’ll distend your anus for us, while my cock deals with your pussy. How does that sound?”

She sighed. “Wonderful!”

“Turn onto your back, sweetheart.”

As soon as she did so, he positioned himself between her legs, the tip of his aching cock resting against her pussy, rubbing against her swollen clit. Mikael moved behind him and fingered his ass, just the way Philo liked it, hard and rough, reaching beneath with his other hand to squeeze his balls.

“That’s it, lover,” he groaned. “You know what I need.”

Philo pinched one of Layla’s swollen nipples hard between his thumb and forefinger. She smiled up at him, her eyes hazy with desire.

“That feels
sooo
good,” she said.

“Yeah, and I’ve got something that’ll make you feel even better. Just give me a moment to clean up.”

He returned almost immediately.

“Okay, darlin’, now wrap your legs around my waist.”

Once she’d locked her feet at the back of his waist, Philo slowly sank his cock into her, closing his eyes, savoring the moment he’d waited so long to experience. Everything Mikael had said about her was true. She was hot, wet, and tight enough to make his eyes water with pleasure. Mikael playing with his ass made it even more erotic as he thrust as hard and deep as he could until she’d accommodated every inch of him.

“Not enough,” he said breathlessly. “I need to get deeper.”

Philo reached for a couple of pillows and slipped them beneath her ass. Then he tried again. She cried out when he withdrew, leaving just the tip of his cock resting between the lips of her cunt, and then thrust himself all the way back in again, using every ounce of his strength, filling her with his ardent need.

Damn, her body was designed for mortal sin, and Philo was just the man to ease both their endless aches. Pleasure spangled as he upped the pace and Layla moved her hips in perfect time with him, her breath coming in shorter and shorter gasps. The sensations pulsating through Philo’s cock flickered like the heat of a naked flame and reverberated like thunder through his entire body. He reached down and slapped her buttocks. She moaned, sending him a pleading glance that tugged at him on a level he couldn’t control. Her beauty, her wantonness, the way she abandoned herself to pleasure without the slightest sign of embarrassment, knowing what she wanted and not being afraid to go after it, drugged his vision. He’d needed to make her understand with deeds as well as words just how much he loved her. How complete she made his and Mikael’s lives.

“That’s it, darlin’, keep taking all my cock.”

“You’re greedy, aren’t you?” Mikael said from behind her. “You loved being filled with my cock, but it wasn’t enough for you. Now you want Philo’s, too.”

“Yes.” She panted the word. Perspiration peppered her brow, and she looked desperate. “I can’t seem to get enough of either of you.”

Mikael chuckled. “We’ll have to see if there’s anything we can do about that.”

Philo desperately wanted to make this last, but knew it wasn’t going to happen. He was straining to explode and felt his balls pulling tighter—a sure sign that she was about to get her wish. He sensed Mikael pushing the plug deeper into her butt. He saw him tantalizing one of her nipples with a claw.

“Okay, darlin’, why don’t you come for me?”

She offered him a sultry smile. “Why don’t I just do that?” she countered, holding his cock even tighter within her wet, velvety warmth and screwing her eyes shut. “Just fuck me hard, Philo. I really need to feel your prick delving deep.”

“You got it, babe!”

The exploded together, screaming, swearing, panting as she drained his aching balls dry with the intensity of her need. Philo drove so hard into her as he shot his load that he seriously thought he might have damaged his spinal column.

“Wow!”

Philo shared a fist bump with Mikael and fell onto his side, still joined with Layla, taking her with him.

“That’s one way of putting it.”

She laughed aloud as she kissed each of them and then collapsed on her back, dislodging Philo from the place he didn’t want to leave.

Philo released her hands and removed the plug, watching her laughing up at them, her expression incredulous, like she couldn’t quite believe the intensity of her reaction to what they’d just done. Philo could relate to that. Meeting Layla, talking to her about things he’d never even discussed with Mikael, had unlocked something inside him and he’d never felt more complete.

Philo understood then that everything he’d done in his life up until that point—every decision, every mistake, every wrong turn—had been leading up to this moment. He offered up a silent salute to Milo, firmly believing that his twin was watching over him and applauding from the front row. Was it his imagination or did he actually hear Milo’s distinctive voice echoing inside his head, telling him it was about time, too?

Chapter Fifteen

Layla didn’t know if she wanted to sleep, shout to the rafters because she was so happy, or go and check on Amy. Maternal instincts trumped all, and she struggled to sit up between the two guys.

“Amy,” she explained when they cast her inquiring glances.

“Sure,” Philo said. “She’ll be waking about now. Why don’t we get you clean? Then you can go and visit with your daughter. When you get back we’ll have dinner ready and waiting for our mate.”

“I’m starving,” Mikael said, stretching his arms above his head and yawning.

“Sex always makes him hungry,” Philo explained.

Mikael winked at Layla. “So I’m planning on doing a whole load of eating from now on in.”

“Me and you both, lover,” Philo agreed.

She watched her two men—her mates—as they filled the huge tub in their bathroom, refusing to let her do anything. They moved with the lithe, feline grace she’d come to expect from them, working in tandem as they traded friendly insults. She could hardly believe her good fortune. Not only had she found these two Adonises, but they actually wanted her and Amy to be permanent fixtures in their lives. Better yet, Amy was cured. It was too surreal for words.