The Claiming of Sasha [Panther Cove 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (11 page)

“Oh, Trace.” Other than making love with Danny again, there was nothing she wanted more.

His light green eyes turned a dark forest-green, and his lips opened. “I want you so bad, but—”

She pressed a finger to his lips, not wanting to hear his excuse. “That’s good enough for me.”

Trace leaned over and devoured her lips. He must have been waiting to hear her open acceptance of him before claiming her. She wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Which way to the bedroom, darlin’?

God bless Danny for speaking up. With their lips locked, Trace swooped her up. She pointed toward the hallway. It didn’t matter which bedroom he chose. Any would suit their purpose. Trace broke the kiss slowly, letting their lips peel apart as if he never wanted to disconnect with her.

He nipped her nose without taking his gaze off her eyes. “I like you, Sasha MacLeash.”

“Ditto.”

“Hey,” Danny called. “What about me?”

She grinned. “I think you know very well that you rock my world.”

“That’s better.” Now that she wasn’t kissing Trace, she could direct where they went. She had some goodies in her room, along with a four-poster bed that might come in handy. What she wouldn’t give to tie down these two and torture them like Danny had tortured her. “Next door on your right.”

Danny pushed it open, and Trace carried her in. His strength didn’t surprise her, as shifters were notoriously strong, but his willingness to be gentle with his power sure did. He didn’t relinquish his hold until he’d placed her on the bed.

He lifted his gaze and smiled. “Well, well, what do we have here?” He lifted the locked cuffs from the post.

Now heat filled not only her face but the rest of her body. Danny scooted to her other side. “Bro, I say we tie up this filly. Darlin’, if you’ve got some rope handy, we can tie open your legs and make certain you don’t get away.”

His dirty talk and adorable accent charmed her. “I was thinking of cuffing one of you first.”

Danny held out his hands and crossed them at the wrist. “I say give it a try.”

She couldn’t believe she’d get to have her way with him. From the side table drawer, she got the key and unlocked the cuffs from the bedpost. Danny stepped back as if he wanted her to come to him. She obliged. Right after she opened one side and hovered half of the cuff over his wrist, Danny slipped them out of her hands, twisted her around, and cuffed her behind her back.

“Hey, that’s not fair.”

Trace stepped in front of her. “What’s not fair is you thinking you could get the upper hand on us. We are the ones in control.” He winked. “And don’t forget it.” He tilted up her chin. “There is one thing you need to learn about me. I demand respect.” The cheer had disappeared.

She swallowed hard. “I can give you respect.”

He tightened his hold. Her hormones surged, and her body sizzled. She loved kink, and she loved alpha men. Dare she hope that the men destined to be hers would care enough for her to be her masters?

“How exactly do you intend to take said control?” She glanced from Danny to Trace.

Trace said nothing as he unbuttoned her blouse. Once undone, he lowered the material over her shoulders, letting it bunch around her cuffed wrists.

“You are so beautiful. I’ve been dreaming of fucking your ass since the moment I saw you.”

She liked a little pain, but she had never had a cock in her ass. “I’m not so sure about that.”

His lips turned up, but his gaze never left her chest, which at the moment was heaving. “You a hundred-year-old virgin or something?”

There was no censure in his tone, as he knew she’d had sex with Danny. She lifted her chin. “I’ve had a few go-arounds in my pussy, but never in my ass.”

He seemed to work hard at suppressing a smile. Perhaps to hide his reaction, he leaned over and licked right above the top of the bra. She groaned and dropped back her head. Danny slipped behind her and wrapped his arms around her.

“I think we need to get you undressed, darlin, so Trace and I can start feasting on you.”

“You might have an easier time of it if you uncuff me.”

Danny nibbled her neck as he undid the button on her jeans. “I know you. You’ll try to touch our cocks, and we can’t have that.”

“How about if I promise to be good?” Actually, she liked being restrained, but she enjoyed challenging them more.

He licked the shell of her ear. “I don’t trust you. When you get in the throes of passion, you lose control.”

“Me? What about you?”

“It’s in our nature to lose control. After all, you’re our mate.”

She’d been waiting to hear him say that. Just then Trace slipped a hand to her back and unhooked her red lace bra. Using his teeth, he lowered one strap. Danny must have realized his brother needed room and stepped back. After Trace finished with the other strap, the cups hung on the tips of her breasts.

“Mmm. We do seem to have a dilemma, sugar.”

Sugar?
Was that how he saw her? She liked her nickname.

He lowered one cup and dragged a nipple into his mouth.
Oh, my God
. She was in heaven.

Trace lifted his head. “Or maybe, I should just call you slave when we’re in the bedroom.”

Yes!
“Slave works, Master.” He could call her hellfire or wicked woman if it meant he’d stay.

Danny unzipped her jeans and tugged down her pants. His knees dropped to the ground. “Sit back down on me and let Trace take off your boots.”

She laughed and looked behind her. Sure enough, he was on all fours with his back the perfect seat. “I wish I had my camera.”

“I’d like to see you get off one shot.”

“Jerk.” Then she laughed.

Trace motioned she sit, and she did. Danny’s strong back was solid. Trace tugged off her boots and then her socks. Since her jeans were around her hips, he pulled off the other boot then her pants.

“For the moment, we’ll leave the panties on.”

“Don’t let me stop you. To be fair, how about I see some skin.”

She got up, and Danny stood behind her. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt now that you have been defused.” He tugged on her cuffs.

“So I’m a bomb, now?”

“You’re a bomb detonator. We’ll go off like one if I let you get a hold of me.”

She loved Danny’s humor. Trace had sobered as he zeroed in on her tits. “Stand up straighter and cast your gaze downward. Do not speak unless spoken to.”

Whoa
. All traces of joking disappeared, and thrills raced through her as she did as he asked. With her eyes cast at his cock, she dropped back her head to give him better access to her body. He leaned over and sucked on the nipple so hard, erotic pulses streaked all over her body causing heat to pool between her legs.

Probably to excite her, Danny stepped to her side and kicked off his boots. Trace stopped what he was doing and followed suit. She took the time to catch her breath. Her pussy was throbbing as were her nipples, but she didn’t dare look at their faces. Torn between watching Danny, who she’d seen naked, and Trace, she ping-ponged her gaze between them.

Trace was all business, whereas Danny was trying to do his best at a strip act. He’d wiggle his ass and shimmy his jeans down. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes. As soon as Trace stepped out of his jeans, her mouth opened at his size. There was no way her body could accommodate both of those cocks.

“Oohee. Keep going, boys.” They needed to get rid of their shirts.

Trace stilled and took one step so that he loomed over her. “What did we say about talking?”

Whoops
. She’d gotten carried away. “I’m sorry, Master.” To show she could be submissive, she dropped her chin to her chest and prayed he wouldn’t see the smile that tugged on her lips.

Danny moved behind her, lifted the hair off her shoulders and leaned in close. “I think we need to make sure you keep quiet. Never forget that we are the masters of the bedroom.”

“You gonna gag me or something?”
Shit
. She hadn’t meant for that to come out.

Trace moved toward her, his cock standing at rigid attention. “Is that what you want, sugar? Just nod or shake your head.”

Was he serious? From the way he was looming over her, he might be. She nodded. This time, she had enough control not to speak. At least she hoped that was true. No man had ever demanded silence.

“Danny, I don’t believe she can keep quiet for long. Find something to put over that pretty mouth.”

“You sure? I want to be able to kiss those lips.”

She didn’t see Trace’s response, but from the speed with which Danny raced over to the chest of drawers, Trace had really meant to dominate her. Her pussy vibrated so hard cum dripped down her leg.

While Danny pawed through her drawers, Trace thumbed both of her nipples. When he pressed hard on the already-swollen nubs, she jerked her attention back to him but made sure not to make eye contact.

“That’s better, slave. Look up and watch me.”

She wanted to ask who she should watch if Danny was playing with her, but she thought now might not be the best time to question him. Trace slid a palm down her belly and under her panties. She closed her eyes and inhaled his spicy scent. Using all of her powers, whatever they might be, she willed him to touch her.

The moment his finger slipped in her pussy, she shot open her eyes and groaned.

Trace’s face was an inch from hers. “I want to hear you beg.”

So now she was allowed to talk? “Please, Master, fuck me.”

Danny laughed. “Gotta love her, Trace. Wait until she puts her mouth on your cock.”

“That’s not going to happen. My body is already clamoring to find some kind of release. I’m barely able to control the animal in me as it is.”

Danny picked up the key and undid the lock. “I’d like a little lick. Then I want her spread eagle, but we need to secure her hands.”

She thought they were going to gag her. If they did that, she’d never be able to suck on Trace’s or Danny’s cock.

Danny pressed on her shoulders forcing her to drop to her knees. He moved in front of her and held out his cock. “Lick me, slave.” He dangled the tie in front of her.

She didn’t need any incentive to suck on him. When she’d made love to Danny, he’d been aggressive, but not dominant. Clearly, Trace was the one in command and Danny seemed to like doing what Trace wanted. He’d told her to lick him, so she dragged her tongue up his length. Danny grabbed hold of her hair and pulled it taut. He pressed her head down, aiming her lips over his cock. Opening her mouth, she drew him in and sucked hard. When she swirled her tongue around his length, his growl came out so loud she could feel the vibration down through his cock.

He pulled her off him. “Enough for now.”

Trace moved in and picked her up. As soon as he deposited her on the bed, he tied her wrists with the sash in two seconds and attached the other end to the cuff. He then clamped the cuffs onto the bedpost.

While she had a fair amount of freedom, she still wouldn’t be able to touch them.
Damn
. “Trace, you sure you don’t want me to touch your cock?”

“Sasha.” Trace climbed on the bed, flipped her over, and smacked her ass.

While it didn’t really hurt, it caught her by surprise again. He spanked her a second time really hard.

“That’s for talking, slave. We want you at our mercy, not the other way around.”

Two could play at this game. Using her elbows for support, she got up on her knees.

“Why lookie there, Trace. She wants you to fuck her ass.”

“I will when I’m good and ready. Today, I’m going to sample her pussy.” He pulled the hair that was blocking her vision to one side. “I don’t suppose you have any lube here?”

She was smart enough to shake her head.

“Guess we’ll have to visit a store in Delight,” Danny said.

“That’s assuming they’ll sell us any. Maybe we can have our slave here get us some.”

She nodded. There were a host of other items she planned to buy while she was at the sex store. It wasn’t often she had a need to visit Tanya’s store, but now she did.

Trace flipped her back over. “Danny.” He nodded to his brother to move toward her head. Since she wasn’t sure if she should even glance at Danny, she kept her focus on Trace. He jumped off the bed, fumbled through his pants pocket, and extracted his wallet. He took out a condom and tossed it on the side table. From the way the foil was worn, it looked old. In a way, that made her happy.

Trace returned to the bed and opened her legs. “Not a peep out of you. You hear, slave?”

That would be impossible. One lick and she’d be moaning and groaning.

“Bro, I don’t think that’s reasonable.”

“Fine. Moans, groans, and screams are acceptable.”

She swallowed a laugh. She loved how he was willing to compromise.

He slipped down to his belly. “One more thing. You are forbidden to climax.”