Panthers' Pleasure [Impulse 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (9 page)

He and Vilas watched her as her gaze encompassed the entire room. It was large with a window that opened directly onto the roof—convenient for nocturnal wanderings—but most of the space was occupied by a massive bed.

“Is this the room you two share?” she asked.

“Yes.”

Rafe ran a hand lightly across the back of her neck. She was still rigid with tension, which was hardly surprising given all she’d just seen and learned. Rafe was impressed by her ability to take everything in without falling apart, but then again he’d expect nothing less from the resourceful female destined to become their mate.

“Why are you showing me this room?”

“Because you need to understand just how long we’ve been waiting for you,” Vilas said, earthy sincerity in his tone. “We sleep in this bed every single night—”

“Well, day really,” Rafe amended. “We’re nocturnal and tend to sleep when it gets light.”

“All those closed shades,” she said, nodding slowly. “You’re sensitive to daylight.”

“We are when we’re as weak as we are right now.”

Chantal narrowed her eyes at each of them in turn. “I hope you’re not trying to guilt me into mating with you?”

“Absolutely not.” Rafe arranged his features into an expression of resolute determination. “This is a lifetime commitment, babe, and you need to be absolutely sure before you sign up. We don’t have divorce here. If you’re in, you’re in for good. That being the case, it’s a big step—”

“You don’t say.”

“We won’t accept you as our mate, even if you beg us to mark you, unless we know for sure it’s what you want.”

“And we will know,” Vilas warned her.

She rolled her eyes. “Of course you will. I need to be careful what thoughts I have when I’m around you guys. A girl needs her privacy.”

“We’ll teach you how to block us,” Rafe said. “We don’t mean to be nosy, but sometimes we just can’t seem to help ourselves.”

“Okay.” Chantal nodded. “That seems only fair. So why are you showing me this room if you don’t want to ravish me on that very comfortable-looking bed.”

Vilas groaned. “Trust me, honey, we do.”

“But we’re not going to.” Rafe placed his hands on her shoulders and turned her until she was looking only at the bed. “Vilas and I sleep here together, but we have never fucked one another in this bed.”

Chantal blinked. “Why ever not?”

“Because we want to christen it with our mate,” Vilas said. “I sleep on that side, and Rafe crashes out on the left. There’s acres of space between us, no touching allowed. That lovely gap in the middle with all those squidgy pillows is reserved for you, our mate.”

“Or someone else.”

“No, love,” Rafe said with determination. “You’re the one, even if you haven’t accepted that fact yet.”

“You haven’t exactly given me much time.”

“True.” Vilas nodded. “We’re prepared to wait.”

“Presumably the rugs in the living room are there for you to have your fun on,” she said.

“Absolutely.” Rafe laced his fingers with hers and led her back that way. “And that’s where you’re going to play with us now, if you’re willing.”

She offered each of them a radiant smile. “Like you said just now, it’s my turn.”

Vilas chuckled. “The lady’s hot.”

She fanned her face with her free hand, making them both chuckle. “After watching you two in action, can you blame me?”

“If you could remain immune while watching me fucking Vilas then you wouldn’t be the mate for us,” Rafe told her. “In case you hadn’t noticed, we like sex.”

“Lots and lots of sex,” Vilas added, presumably to ensure that she was left in no doubt.

“What are you planning to do with me?” she asked as they reentered the living room.

“That’s for us to know and you to find out,” Rafe said. “When it comes to fucking, I’m in charge and whatever I say goes. If you don’t do as you’re told straightaway, you get punished.”

“I see.” Chantal’s eyes sparkled and she bit her lower lip, her expression pensive. “But what if I don’t like what you do to me?”

“You will, but if for some weird reason you don’t, just ask us to stop and we will.”

“All right. That seems fair.”

“You must behave submissively in our presence at all times, and speak only when spoken to.”

“What should I call you?”

“You refer to us both as ‘sir’ or ‘master’.”

She stood in front of Rafe, lowered her eyes, and rubbed her thighs together. Vilas noticed and tapped her butt.

“Leave that to us. We’ll make you come and come, and then come some more. You’ll be screaming at us to give you it, baby.”

“Lay flat out on that furry rug, Chantal,” Rafe said, his voice resonating with authority.

She did as he asked, moving so fast that she almost tripped over her own feet. Vilas and Rafe towered over her, feasting their eyes on the sight of their naked mate, lying there totally uninhibited, waiting for instructions. Her eyes were hazy, a sultry smile playing about her pouting lips, and her nipples very obviously rock hard. Rafe was willing to bet that her pussy was damp as well, and that her clit was throbbing in time with her raging hormones.

They hadn’t had full intercourse with a woman, but they’d played games with enough of them to know how to give satisfaction without penetration. That had always been enough for Rafe. He knew what responsibility he bore for the future of his species and wasn’t prepared to mess with that. Penetration hadn’t seemed that important when balanced against such weighty responsibilities. He could get his female playmates to suck him off and, if he needed to fuck, Vilas was always willing to offer up his ass.

Suddenly, looking down at his sinfully tempting mate to be, he couldn’t get the thought of penetration out of his head. He could mark her right now—he was sure she wouldn’t object—and then they’d be mated for life. It wasn’t the way he’d planned to do things, obviously, but he’d make sure she never regretted the lapse in his normally rigid control.

“Don’t even go there,”
Vilas pheromoned.
“She has to make up her own mind.”

Rafe sighed.
“I know that, but she’s fucking killing me, the witch.”

“Me, too, buddy, me, too, but we’d never forgive ourselves if we forced her.”

“No, no, you’re right, but I can’t stop thinking about sinking my cock into that tight pussy.”

* * * *

Chantal wiggled into a more comfortable position on the thick rug, willing the guys to get down to business. Not being able to speak and having to do whatever they told her was a massive turn-on. No one had ever done anything like that with her before. Not that she’d had that many lovers, but those that she had allowed into her bed, she was starting to realize, had been more interested in their own needs than in hers. She’d been so desperate to be loved that it hadn’t occurred to her to mind.

Things were different now. She knew what she wanted. The sight of Rafe and Vilas fucking one another had unlocked something inside her, and she was no longer prepared to settle for second best. Not much chance of that. Just the thought of two such gorgeous hunks as Rafe and Vilas giving her their undivided attention made her shiver with desire.

“Are you cold, Chantal?” Rafe asked.

She shook her head, unsure if she was permitted to speak.

“You can answer me,” he said. “If I ask you a question, you must always answer it.”

“No, sir, I’m not cold.”

“Then why did you shiver?” Vilas asked.

“I’m aroused. I like the thought of you two playing with me.”

“Do you now?” Rafe crouched beside her, as lithe and graceful as…well, as a panther. “And what would you like us to do to you, sugar?”

“Make me come.” She shared an imploring glance between the two of them. “Please make me come, masters.”

“You sound kinda desperate,” Vilas remarked in a lazy drawl. Crouched on her opposite side, he blew softly on one of her nipples. Taken by surprise, Chantal screamed as sensation coursed through her, causing both men to laugh.

“She is close to the edge,” Rafe said. “Raise your arms above your head, Chantal, and we’ll see what we can do to ease your ache.”

As soon as she did so, Vilas tied them to the leg of a sturdy sofa while Rafe fixed a blindfold over her eyes. Chantal gulped, wiggling her ass in an effort to find some relief from the desperate need that blotted everything else from her conscious thoughts. She’d never been tied up before, nor had she been blindfolded. Far from feeling apprehensive, being at their complete mercy was such a turn-on that she was ready to explode.

“Keep still,” Rafe said. “We’ve removed your senses of touch and sight, which ought to highlight your reactions when we put our hands, or whatever else we decide to use, on you. Are you comfortable with that?”

“No.”

“What’s wrong?” they asked together.

Chantal didn’t care how needy she sounded. They had to know the truth. If she didn’t tell them, they’d probably just read her mind anyway.

“I’m in agony,” she said. “I so need to come that if you don’t do something about it pretty damned quick, then I’ll have to take care of it myself.”

“Without your hands,” Vilas taunted.

“I only need to rub by thighs together. The way I feel right now, that ought to take care of it.”

“Okay, baby.” Rafe’s smooth tone immediately silenced her. “One of the other fringe benefits of mixing with us is that panthers have very long, very flexible tongues.”

“Would you like us to lick you all over?” Vilas asked.

Chantal nodded vigorously. “Yes.”

“Ask us nicely then.”

“Please, masters, please lick me all over.”

“Spread your legs for us, honey,” Vilas said.

Chantal did so, moaning softly as anticipation swelled deep inside her. Someone picked up one of her feet and sucked each of her toes into his mouth. Chantal had no idea that toe sucking could be so sensory. It sent waves of pleasure straight to her sodden pussy. She’d barely gotten used to that sensation before someone else kissed her, hard and deep, a tongue so long it seemed unreal working smoothly all the way down her throat. Chantal decided to get some of her own back. She clamped her lips round that tongue and sucked on it as hard as she could. When its owner groaned, she thought she recognized Rafe’s voice.

“The little witch tried to turn the tables on me.”

It
was
Rafe. Chantal kept her smile in check. He might think he was in control here, but he’d failed to take into account the power of her femininity. They’d released her demons, made her aware of what she
could
be. It was truly liberating. Right now, she felt she could conquer the world singlehanded, so these two panther-people should be a breeze by comparison.

Something scratched at one of her nipples, touching it so softly that at first she thought she’d imagined the feeling. But no, sensation streaked through her and she instinctively lifted her torso, desperate for more. Two masculine chuckles rang out and the pressure increased. It was the most exquisite agony. She expected at any moment for a hand to massage her entire breast and pinch at the nipple.

It didn’t happen.

Instead the tantalizing scratching got a little harder, almost making her delirious.

It was impossible to keep still when her body was being attacked from both ends simultaneously. She squirmed, spreading her legs even wider, willing one of them to touch her pussy. That’s all it would take. A couple of strokes across her clit and she’d be in heaven. Why were they taking so damned long about it? She wanted to scream with frustration. Afraid they would see that as rebellion and slow down even more, she forced herself to keep quiet.

“Keep still, Chantal,” Rafe said, tapping the side of her thigh. “No one gave you permission to move.”

It had to be Vilas sucking her toes, except he’d stopped doing that and was now licking his way slowly—so slowly that she thought she might well die of anticipation—up her calf. Every so often he took tiny nips at her skin that only increased her inexorable need. God, but they knew how to torment her! If they didn’t give her an orgasm soon then she’d probably agree here and now to be their mate.

Both of her nipples were now being scratched and Vilas’s tongue had reached her inner thigh. He would come up against her coursing juices soon, but she simply didn’t care. She’d swallowed everything they produced just now, so it was payback time. Sure enough, Vilas emitted a sound that could have been a growl or a purr when his tongue reached the liquid that was the essence of her. He lapped at it, delicately at first, and then in double-time. She could tell from the noises he made, and from the sensual sweeping of his tongue, that he was savoring every drop.

Chantal’s entire body shook with anticipation. The hell with remaining still! It was completely beyond her capabilities to do so when she was so aroused. She’d never been big on passivity. Their creative energy and the physical alchemy that appeared to exist between the three of them drove her increasingly wild. She’d never felt this abandoned about sex before, but then she’d never experienced it with more than one guy in the past. Perhaps that explained her desperation. She neither knew nor cared. Right now she was living for the moment.