The Claiming of Sasha [Panther Cove 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (18 page)

“Gladly, Master.”

Unfortunately having his cock in her mouth would excite her even more. How could they expect her not to come? It wasn’t fair. Determined to torture Trace as much as Danny was torturing her, she drew Trace into her mouth and sucked hard. The tension on her scalp increased.

“Fuck me, slave.” His words came out garbled as if he was about to break.

Danny had slowed his entry to a crawl. Damn man was trying to make her break. He leaned over her back and pressed on her clit.
No, no, no
. She couldn’t hold out any longer. Waves of heat washed over her as excruciating pleasure pushed her off the cliff of desire. Her orgasm stole her breath and robbed her of thought. She felt like she was in a sensual free fall. She hadn’t meant to yell, but the sound just burst out of her body.

Trace stepped out of her grasp. Being blindfolded sucked. She wanted to see his expression. Was he pissed or was he grabbing his own dick?

“Pull out, Danny. She doesn’t deserve us.”

That was not fair at all. “You wouldn’t.” She refused to add the word
master.

Danny lifted her up, spreader and all, and placed her on the bed. One of them had pulled the spread down.

“Don’t move.”

In a flash, one of them wrapped rope around her wrists. She inhaled and sensed it was Trace. He must have been attaching the end to the headboard because when she tugged, she couldn’t move.

“Ready, bro?”

Her pussy throbbed. “I need some cock, Masters.” She gave them her best pout.

Danny laughed. “Trust me, darlin’. My cock’s so red and hard, if it doesn’t get your pussy again soon it’ll explode like a bull out of the gate.”

She loved the way he expressed himself. Her musings were interrupted when something gooey dripped on her tits. She’d been about to ask what it was when Trace leaned over and licked her. At least she assumed it was Trace since Danny was at the end of the bed.

“That’s chocolate sauce, sugar. We want to spread it all over your body and eat you clean.”

Ooh
. She really liked that idea. Why hadn’t she thought of something like that? Then Danny shook something that sounded like a ball in a can. When the icy, fluffy substance landed on her pussy, she fisted her hands. “What is that, Master?” It was freaking cold.

“Whipped cream, darlin’, and I’m going to lick off every ounce. Might add some chocolate later. But rest assured, my cock is going to zero in on your pussy as soon as I’m done.”

Promises, promises.

She wasn’t sure she could handle all the stimulation, nor could she understand why they were they being so mean. There was no way they could expect her not to come again, but she sure as hell was going to try to keep herself under control this time.

From the way the men were groaning, it was easy to tell they hadn’t changed places. Trace was still licking the chocolate off her tits, and Danny was sucking the whipped cream off her pussy. He had to work fast as it kept dripping down her thighs. Trace sucked on her nipple hard, and she flinched.

“Sorry, sugar. I want to make certain to get up all of it.”

She didn’t believe his story for a moment. He wanted her to come again so they could do something else to her. Danny kept licking and licking. Not being able to move her legs was driving her crazy in a good way. It turned her on something fierce.

Trace used his free hand to cup her face. He dragged his thumb over her lips, and she opened her mouth to draw him in. For a second she thought he’d object, but he seemed to like that she was sucking on his finger.

From the way Trace was going over the same spot, she was sure there couldn’t be any more chocolate on her breast. He lifted his mouth. The bed dipped, implying he’d shifted position. More chocolate dribbled on the other tit.

“Gotta keep them even.”

His whole mouth captured her breast. He abandoned her face and pressed hard on the wet nipple while he sucked on the other. She arched her back and wiggled her hips. That seemed to incite Danny to lick harder. When he drew her clit in his mouth, all hell broke loose. Her pussy walls convulsed, and heat drenched her. She lost all sense of time, and waves of lust crashed into her.

As soon as her breaths slowed and her guttural cry ended, both men pulled away and flipped her over.

“Danny, you know what to do.”

“Gladly.”

He flipped her over, lifted her butt in the air, and brushed her highly sensitive clit with his cock.
Please let him fuck me now.

She wanted to be submissive, but this delay was tantamount to torture. As soon as Danny plunged into her pussy, the relief rained down on her. Trace undid her hands and placed them on the bed. Now she was on her knees and supporting herself with her hands. The bed dipped in front of her, and Trace used both hands to hold her head.

“I want you to suck on my cock as hard and you can and swallow my cum like a good little submissive.”

There was no hint of laughter in his tone. If he thought his dirty command would make her say her safe word, he was mistaken. Greedily, she devoured his cock. Even though he pretended to be in control by holding down her head, she was the one who wanted to lick him clean. She loved his taste, his size, his power. The faster she swirled his tongue, the louder he groaned.

Danny, too, must have been on the edge, because he drove into her pussy with more fury. It was when he leaned over and rubbed her nipples that coils of delight wrapped around her. Climaxing three times in such a short period of time was unheard of for her, but with the way these men were playing with her, she might never stop.

“God, darlin’, I could fuck you all night.”

Danny would never last. His fingers were moving across her nipples at a rapid speed, and his grunts were getting louder.

Trace, too, was almost pulling her hair. “Sasha, I’m coming.”

She didn’t know if she should stop, but when his cum gushed in her mouth, she had to swallow a few times to keep up with him. Danny kept his cock in her pussy and only withdrew an inch before forging in again. One final press on her nipples, and her climax claimed her once more. Dizzy with desire, she lifted off of Trace’s cock and yelled their names.

Danny’s hot cum seared her pussy and stretched her wide. Maybe it was because she’d had sex with Trace at noon that Danny appeared to be bigger than before.

Trace dropped onto the bed. His breaths came out fast and loud. “You are an amazing woman.”

She smiled. He took off her blindfold, and when she looked up, he was grinning. Danny patted her butt and got off the bed. He returned with a warm cloth and wiped her down.

“Darlin’, if we did this every day, I’m not sure we’d get any work done.”

She had to agree, but she was willing to sacrifice what it took to have these two men with her forever.

* * * *

For the next six days, their time together was pure bliss. She did have to work, but the men either stopped by the shop and brought lunch or they met her at the Highlander’s Café.

Danny trained and sparred with the Panther Cove security men. Listening to him, he was getting quite good at outsmarting the panthers. When she followed up with her grandfather, Danny’s take was a little one-sided, but she loved him anyway.

Trace also helped spar, but most of the time he either shopped for horses for them or spoke with the vet about breeding a few of the mares. Each night seemed more glorious than the last, but she knew their time together would end all too soon.

Finally, the dreaded morning came when they would drive down to the Charlotte airport and hop on a plane to Texas.

“How long do you think you need before you can come back?” She ran her palms down Trace’s chest. He’d been more hesitant than Danny about returning.

“Just as soon as we’re certain that Sam and Chuck are ready to take over the running of the ranch.”

“They haven’t called you, have they?”

“No, sugar, and that’s a good sign. We promise we’ll be here as soon as we can.”

Danny moved behind her and wrapped his arms around her. She dropped her head back on his shoulder and tried not to let the tears fall. Being without them for even a few days or even a week was going to be so hard. The hard exterior shell she’d retained for a century had cracked. Now the pain would enter, but she truly believed they’d be back.

Danny turned her around and kissed her sweetly. “It’s harder on us to be away from you.”

She wasn’t sure if she believed him, but it was sweet of him to say. “I know you have to go. Call me when you get to Texas.”

She gave both of them a kiss good-bye and worked hard not to grieve. Watching them get in the car dampened her spirits, but she told herself they would return as soon as they could. As they drove away, she went into the kitchen to fix herself something decadent to eat. Unfortunately, even the brownies they’d made together last night didn’t boost her spirits.

“Buy underwear.” Whenever she was depressed, sexy underwear boosted her spirits.

Tomorrow during her lunch hour she’d have to stop over at Tanya’s and make a large purchase.

* * * *

“Where the fuck is the feed?” Trace paced around the barn.

Danny’s stomach sunk. This wasn’t good. They’d been gone for all of twelve days, and Sam and Chuck had royally fucked up. “Maybe they ordered the feed and Jackson’s lost the order.”

Trace didn’t even answer him. He pulled out his cell and punched in a number. “Sam. Where are you?”

He walked over to his horse and petted the stead. “Where’s the feed, Sam? Why not?” He looked over at Danny and shook his head. “You were supposed to take care of it. Sorry won’t cut it.” He punched the off button.

“What did he say?” He could tell by the conversation that Sam had dropped the ball.

“He didn’t think we needed any. That it could wait until we returned.”

“What was he thinking?”

Trace faced him. “He wasn’t. How the fuck can I leave with the ranch in total chaos?”

Shit
. This wasn’t good. “Calm down.”

“Calm down? We
owe
it to Mom and Dad to make sure things run smoothly.”

He’d heard that argument too often. Once Trace got it in his head that he owed a debt, he’d never leave. “Why don’t you go for a ride and cool off. I’m sure you’ll think of something. Or shift or something.” That’s what he felt like doing.

He dragged a hand through his shaggy hair. “Maybe you’re right.”

Trace tossed his saddle on his horse and tugged hard on the straps. He would have offered to go with him, but when demons inhabited his brother’s body, it was best to leave him alone.

“I’m going to check the books. Chuck said he’d send me the updated spreadsheets.”

“Good luck. Those kids never really did want to do any work.”

“It’s true they’d rather party than work, but why shouldn’t they when they have us to do everything?”

He did admit that Chuck did a fair job at repairing the fences, and Sam excelled at locating good horses. The rest was left up to him and Trace.

Trace hopped on Blackie and rode out without answering.

Before he called Sasha, who would be at work, he went back inside to check on that e-mail Chuck was supposed to send. When they’d gotten home, it wasn’t there. He dialed his younger brother.

“Yeah?”

“I thought you said you’d send me the updated figures.” He hadn’t meant to sound so pissed off, but damn it, his future was at stake.

“I guess I forgot.”

There was no apology. “Send it now.” He disconnected before he said something he’d regret.

He grabbed a beer out of the fridge and returned to the office. When he checked his mail, he spotted the just-arrived e-mail. “Thank God.”

Danny downloaded it and examined the contents. He’d explained to Chuck what to enter and where the items belonged, but when he checked the columns, anger bubbled inside him. Chuck hadn’t followed any of his instructions.

“Fuck me.”

Needing to hear Sasha’s voice, he called her in the hopes she could get away from her customers if only for thirty seconds.

“Danny? Is something wrong?”

They’d talked last night after they’d gotten home. “Yes and no. I needed to hear your voice.”

“Tell me.”

He told her how Sam hadn’t ordered the feed. So far, they hadn’t uncovered what else he hadn’t done, but Danny suspected he’d maybe watered the horses, and that’s all.

“What does it all mean?” His gut soured at the worry in her voice.

“I’m not sure. We need some time to sort this out. I’m sorry. You know I’d move to Delight tomorrow if I could.”

“No, you need to take care of the ranch. I understand. But, Danny?”

“Yes?”

“Find a way to come back.”

She didn’t need to convince him. “I will.” He could hear the bell above her store door tingle. “I’ll let you go.”