Mating Rituals [Impulse 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (21 page)

“No, it’s not that. I…”

When her words trailed off, the truth hit Kane smack in the face. A slow smile spread across his features as he slid to the floor, knelt before Aisha, and took both of her hands in his.

“I’m such a schmuck, I shouldn’t be allowed out alone. Sweetheart, I thought you knew. I just assumed you could feel it.”

She blinked. “Feel what?”

“Our all-abiding love for you. It’s been there since day one. How could you not know?”

Her eyes almost popped out of her head. “You love me?”

“Since first setting eyes on you,” Tyrone said, also sliding to the floor. “We’re so used to mixing with people with psychic powers that we sometimes forget humans are programmed differently.”

“I felt it as soon as I got here,” she said slowly. “Just the exact same way Chantal described her feelings when she first met Rafe and Vilas. But I thought it was just me. You never once mentioned the
love
word.” She offered them a halfhearted scowl. “You might have said something and saved me all this angst.”

“Well, we are now,” Tyrone said, stealing one of her hands from Kane and caressing her palm with his thumb. “We love you, Aisha Carlton. Will you be our mate?”

“I want to hear him say it, too,” Aisha replied, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

“I love you, darlin’, and I’ll dedicate the rest of my life to protecting you and making you happy, if you’ll allow it.”

Her smile could have disgraced a Floridian sun. “Then I guess I’ll allow it,” she said, bending to kiss each of them in turn.

Kane kissed her hard and deep. So, too, did Tyrone.

“I don’t want to talk you out of it, darlin’,” Kane said, “but I need to be absolutely sure you know what you’re getting yourself into. If you agree to be our mate, you can never work outside of Impulse.”

“You must be prepared for attacks from our enemies every hour of every day,” Tyrone added.

“You can’t leave Impulse alone for any period of time.”

“You can never tell anyone about the real state of affairs here.”

“Yes, I get all that.” She offered them a mischievous smile. “But there are benefits, too?”

“Well, you get to have our exclusive attention,” Kane agreed.

“Your life expectancy will triple.”

“And you’ll be able to breathe the air.”

“But your career will have to go.” Tyrone eyed her closely. “I know how dedicated to it you are. How does that make you feel?”

“Are you kidding me? Some of my mentors wouldn’t speak to me when I accepted an offer to work in television. They said I was wasting my talents and should go into serious research. Well, that’s precisely what I intend to do now. I can organize those records of yours properly, and if I can breathe the air, I can also carry out experiments, see if I can figure out why the atmosphere is the way that it is.” She almost salivated at the prospect. “It’s every scientist’s fantasy to be handed such a tantalizing conundrum.”

The guys shared a smile. “You wouldn’t be able to publish the results, darlin’,” Kane reminded her.

“Depends what they are. If they can be applied to a hypothetical situation it might be possible.” She grinned at them. “Now, if you’ve finished trying to talk me out of this mating business, can we please go to bed? My pussy’s leaking like a faulty faucet.”

Both men laughed.

“There’s just a small ceremony first,” Kane said. “Come with us.”

Hand in hand they entered the guys’ bedroom.

“Take all your clothes off and kneel before us.”

While she got into position, Kane produced a square box from a drawer where it had sat for a long time. He opened it and showed her a collar studded with emeralds nestling in the black velvet lining. She gasped.

“It’s beautiful. All the other human mates, they wear collars.”

“Right, it’s the shifter version of a wedding ring.”

Both men placed a hand on the top of her head.

“Do you swear by all that you hold most sacred to be our mate, true only to us for the rest of your days?”

“Yes, I absolutely do.”

“We love you, Aisha Carlton, and pledge our lives to keeping you safe and happy.”

As they said the words a bolt like a mild electric current passed through them to consume her entire body and theirs. She trembled, which implied that the charge had taken hold and coiled itself deep in her gut. Others had described it as feeling like a missing part of them had just woken from a long sleep.

“What just happened?” she asked, looking dazed.

Tyrone extended a hand, pulling her easily to her feet and into his arms. “We just made you ours, entered into a binding commitment, and shared our love with you.”

“So much for words, now for deeds.” Kane affixed the collar around her neck and stood back to admire his handiwork. “God, you look pretty wearing that collar, darlin’, but the emeralds don’t do justice to your eyes.”

“We always knew our mate would have green eyes,” Tyrone said.

“Did you factor in a redhead’s temper?” she asked sweetly.

“What temper?” Kane replied, tweaking her nose. “Okay, Aisha, it’s time for you to kneel and submit to us so we can make this mating official.”

“At last,” she said, smiling angelically and falling to her knees at their feet.

The guys shed their clothes, feeding from one another’s burning passion as they greedily drank in the sight of their mate with her head demurely lowered. Tyrone wasn’t fooled by the modest pose, seeing it for the ruse that it obviously was. Her eyes gave her away. They glistened with anticipation, her nipples were rock hard, and she probably hadn’t lied about the moist state of her pussy. Passivity was the last thing on her active brain, and she wanted what she was about to get as much as they wanted to serve it up.

Aisha might look like an innocent angel, but in truth she was a mixture of profound sensuality, wanton carnality, and wild abandon—everything they’d always dreamed of finding in a mate. Better yet, she was only just beginning to discover those personality traits because none of the men who’d gone before him and Kane had bothered to nurture them.

Tyrone ground his jaw, pleased that they would be the ones to bring her body to life, and, at the same time, angry at the way she’d been used by that prick Rick. Never mind, they’d make it up to her. He and Kane looked upon it as a privilege to trade on her sexuality and teach her more about her passionate nature. They’d make damned sure they pushed her to the limit of sensory overload before they gave her any relief. He wanted to hear her moan, beg, and plead so he could punish her for her disobedience. She’d been put on this planet to be teased and tormented. Otherwise why would she have a body designed for mortal sin and be so sensitive, so ready to experiment and follow wherever they led?

“What do you have in mind?”
Kane pheromoned.

“
How long have you got?”

Kane chuckled. “
I hear you, lover.”

Tyrone pulled Aisha to her feet but didn’t speak a word. He led her toward the dressing room and through the door that led to the sex room. She followed obediently, eyes still downcast. Once there, Tyrone ordered her to stand in the corner, facing the wall. He then rummaged in the closet and retrieved a black PVC catsuit that he’d been saving for this particular moment. He kept Aisha facing the wall as the two men pulled her into the tight-fitting garment that had cutouts for her nipples, pussy, and a small hole for backside. He then found a pair of thigh-length boots in her exact size. Those had been a recent purchase made after Aisha appeared in Impulse and the guys knew this moment would arrive.

Or dearly hoped that it would.

Kane lifted her from the ground while Tyrone pulled the boots into place, salivating as he admired her shapely legs encased in tight-fitting black leather.

“Our mate looks good enough to devour whole,” Kane said, his eyes glowing with pride.

Tyrone agreed. The PVC clung to every curve on her body, emphasizing her small waist and the elegant swell of her hips, exposing the tempting pink lips of her pussy in stark contrast to the dark fabric. It was a tight fit for her tits, which tested the material to its limit, but neither leopard was complaining about the view.

Tyrone produced a spreader.

“Lean forward, darlin’, over this bar, and spread your legs for me.”

She did as Tyrone told her to, exposing her ass and a full view of her pussy.

“You know,” Kane said conversationally. “I think I could get used to that sight.”

Tyrone laughed as he attached cuffs to her ankles and then secured her hands behind her back.

“Would you like to be flogged, Aisha?” he asked.

“If it pleases you, master.”

“You know what would please me,” Kane said. “Seeing some pumps attached to those plump nipples.”

Without waiting for a response he found some lube and the appropriate attachments.

“Damn it, Tyrone,” he said, once her huge tits had long cylindrical pumps hanging from them. “Ain’t that just the prettiest picture you ever did see?”

“Can’t argue with that.”

Tyrone brought a switch lightly down on her PVC-covered ass. Aisha groaned but held her position and seemed more than comfortable. So Tyrone repeated the punishment, this time raking a claw along the crack in her ass for good measure.

“You realize, darlin’, that Kane and I are gonna fuck you at the same time tonight. In fact we’re gonna fuck you every which way you can imagine until you beg for mercy. You ought not to have kept us waiting for so long. Us wild animals aren’t known for our patience, so you only have yourself to blame if it gets rough.”

“I like your version of rough,” she said, panting as he brought the switch down again. “Who would have thought it?”

“We would,” Tyrone said, bending to kiss the area he’d just spanked. “We knew it the moment we laid eyes on you.”

“Same safety word,” Kane told her as he inflated the pumps attached to her nipples. “You like how that feels?”

“Yes.” She groaned the word. “It makes my whole body feel like it’s on fire.”

Kane chuckled. “Thought so.”

Tyrone trailed his lips up her spine until he reached the back of her neck, which he kissed. His cock was burning, throbbing with need.

“Kane’s gonna run the video while I fuck you from behind. Then we can sit in bed and play it back.” Kane switched the equipment on while Tyrone worked his fingers into Aisha’s sopping cunt. “My, my, you are in need of fucking, aren’t you, sugar?”

“Yes. Oh God, please, yes!”

“You’ve been a real bad girl,” he said, slipping the tip of his cock into her tight pussy and suppressing a groan. “I’ve got a good mind to keep you chained up in here for the next fortnight and never let you out. You were gonna do a feature on Impulse and sell it to the highest bidder, weren’t you?”

She gasped. “How did you know? Did you get inside my head?”

“Didn’t need to,” Kane replied for Tyrone. “It was obvious.”

“I’m sorry. I wouldn’t have done it, not really. I have too much conscience to be a decent reporter.” She cried out as Tyrone eased his way a little deeper into her. “Everyone’s been so nice to me that I felt bad, but still…such a scoop.”

“You’re our mate now, darlin’, and we’ll keep you too busy to think about anything but having fun.”

“I have to do something. I already told you that.”

“There are plenty of things you could do as well as scientific research.” Tyrone grinned at Kane. “You could start by taking all my cock inside you. Think you can manage that?”

“I enjoy challenges,” she said, her voice strained, her body trembling. “Especially great big ones.”

“Then see what you make of this one.” Tyrone rammed himself home without warning her to expect the change in pace, filling her completely with his thick heat. He reveled in her slick warmth and wetness as she clenched the muscles in her vagina around his shaft, holding him deep inside her. “Shit, that feels
soooo
good.”

“It’s heavenly,” she said, pushing back against him.

“Tyrone’s fucking you deep, darlin’,” Kane said, expelling a deep sigh. “Just like I will be soon. It’s blowing my mind, watching you both. Shit, I’m horny. I can’t hardly wait for my turn.”

“You won’t have to wait for long,” Tyrone groaned. “This little witch is gripping my cock so tight with that wicked pussy of hers that she’s messing with my control.”

“She’s just earned herself another punishment, and I know the exact thing for her.”

“Tyrone!” she cried. “Please!”

“No one gave you permission to come yet, sugar.”

“I can’t hold it…you’re so big. My whole body’s on fire. Please, master, let me take what I need.”

“She only wants you for your cock, lover.”

Tyrone’s deep laughter echoed around the windowless room. “So do you.”

Kane shrugged. “That’s certainly true.”

Tyrone upped the pace. “No coming quite yet, babe. I’m not ready.”