Mating Rituals [Impulse 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (23 page)

This time she was prepared to wait—at least for now—just so she could find out what else they had in their repertoire. Their hands were soft and then harsh, their lips were everywhere at once. Their words, muttered in deep, passionate voices, were loving and persuasive. Aisha shivered at the intensity in their eyes as their gazes roved over her body, making her feel like some sort of invincible goddess. If this was a dream, she never wanted to wake up. If it was reality, far from tripling her lifespan she’d gladly cut it in half if that’s what it would take to have these two hunks to herself for a few precious hours more.

When Tyrone ordered her onto her side, Aisha’s mind came back to the present. He lubed her ass, causing her pulse rate to increase and her heart to hammer painfully against her rib cage. Now that the moment had come she felt no fear, just growing excitement and spiraling anticipation. She wanted this so badly it was like a physical ache. The thought of disappointing them filtered through her brain and would have deterred the old Aisha. But the person she had now become refused to allow that possibility to spoil the moment. Nothing that sent such spine-tingling pleasure through her body could possibly fail to deliver.

Tyrone’s finger invaded her anus, slick and warm. Much as she wanted to do this, she wondered if she could actually accommodate him in that location, much less Kane at the same time.

“Relax, angel,” Tyrone said, reading her thoughts. “You’re more than capable of doing this, and, I guarantee, it’ll blow your mind.”

Kane rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him. Grabbing the base of his cock he brushed it against her clit, grinning when a bolt of pleasure ignited inside her and she was unable to withhold the scream that sprang to her lips. It was pathetic really, one tiny contact with his cock was all it took to rock her world. Well, not so very pathetic, she amended, trying to be fair to herself. The size of Kane’s phallus would be enough to make an angel strike up a deal with the devil.

And she’d never laid claim to angelic qualities.

Aisha kneeled on either side of him as Kane parted her folds and teased her with the tip of his cock.

“Like that, darlin’?”

“Hmm, I reckon I could get used to it.”

Kane chuckled. “That’s good to know. Now, lean forward and let’s get this show on the road.”

Kane slid slowly into her, eyes closed as though he was committing every movement to memory. Aisha felt the mattress shift as Tyrone knelt behind her and rubbed her backside with his cock. This time she didn’t tense up. Kane’s cock sliding into her pussy had all her attention, as did his mouth, which was eating one of her nipples. Even so, she was aware of Tyrone easing himself into her, making reassuring noises as his cock slowly penetrated her anus. It burned, as did his hot breath on her sensitized skin when he leaned over her, still talking to her as though she was a skittish colt.

Kane was all the way inside her now and she suppressed a groan when he withdrew again, feeling cheated. Before she had time to complain, she felt Tyrone slide deeper. This time there was no burning, just a heady rush of passion and a deep desire to see this thing through. She thought of the two beautiful, sophisticated women who’d fought over them at the Cat’s Whiskers just a week before. Kane and Tyrone could have them both and yet they preferred her. Aisha still didn’t understand why but was determined not to make them regret that decision, so pleasing them was even more important than pleasing herself.

Tyrone withdrew almost all the way and it was Kane’s turn to sink deep. On sensory overload, Aisha kept still and allowed the two of them to do all the work. They seemed to know how, even though they hadn’t done this with a woman before. Their creative energy communicated itself and changed something deep inside her. She had never felt more alive, more liberated, more feminine. The physical alchemy between them was explosive and she surged on a tide of endless emotion, almost as though she no longer occupied her own body.

“Geez,” Kane said on a fractured breath. “You’re so goddamned perfect, darlin’.”

“Amen to that,” Tyrone agreed.

“Let’s pick this up, buddy.”

They moved faster, plundering her body in faultless harmony, Tyrone’s balls crashing against her buttocks each time he sank his cock into her ass. Aisha was on fire. The thrill that had flickered like the heat from a naked flame now exploded through her body like an inferno and she cried out, no longer quite so passive. She thrust herself to meet Kane and then back to greet Tyrone, wanting even more than they could give her.

“Please!”

Their deep chuckles resonated as the pulse skittered in her veins, her head spun in delirium, and her breathing fractured. Their chuckles turned to groans as they ejaculated simultaneously, pouring their seed deep inside her. She cried out and came again, her second orgasm seguing from the first until she was unable to tell where one ended and the next began.

Laughing and crying at the same time, she returned the kisses they bestowed upon her.

“Now I really feel mated,” she said, already accustomed to the word.

She’d barely recovered her breath before a loud crash made her sit up, anxious that Impulse might be under attack.

“It’s okay, babe. Nothing to worry about.” Kane sat up with her and pointed toward the Cat’s Whiskers. “Look.”

“Oh!”

Fireworks cascaded overhead. Beautiful showers of bright colors shot upward and seemed to explode right above their terrace before slowly coming down again.

“I love fireworks,” she said. “What’s the occasion?”

“It’s to celebrate our mating,” Tyrone explained.

“But how do they know?” She shook her head. “Of course they know. Silly me.”

The display finally ended and Aisha snuggled back down between her men. “Can we sleep up here tonight? I love it.”

“We can sleep anywhere you’d like,” Tyrone replied.

“You need to visit Feline Fashions again tomorrow,” Kane said. “There’ll be a party at the Cat’s Whiskers to celebrate our mating.”

“Of course there will,” she said, knowing better than to ask how it could have been arranged so quickly.

A loud mewing sound echoed through the quiet night. Both men sat up again.

“Look,” Kane said, pointing toward the Cat’s Whiskers again.

“What is it?”

Aisha sat up as well and peered into the distance. At first she saw nothing. Then her eyes adjusted and she could make out the silhouettes of a number of large cats sitting on the bar’s roof, all seeming to raise paws in their direction.

“That’s Rafe and Vilas in the front,” Kane said, sliding a protective hand over her shoulders. “The tigers, Mikael and Philo, are right next to them, and Vadim and Zayd are on their other side.”

“How lovely. But what are they doing?”

“Wishing us well. It’s another part of our mating ritual.”

“Who’re the other two?”

“Ah,” Tyrone said. “That’s Pascal and Kai, our alpha pumas. You haven’t met them yet because they’ve been away. They must have just gotten back.”

“Everyone’s here to welcome you, sweet darlin’,” Kane said softly. “And you’ll never be alone or afraid ever again.”

She waved back to the felines, and when they had agilely leapt from the roof and there was nothing left to see, she snuggled back on the bed. If she’d harbored any doubts about the decision she’d made, they were now well and truly eradicated. This was where she was supposed to be. Everything she’d done in her life up until now had been leading up to this moment. She felt loved, cherished, and protected. She felt she’d come home.

THE END

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