Their Virgin Mate [Panther Cove 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (20 page)

She placed his hand over hers. “It’s too soon to tell.”

“Casius and I want to try every night until the baby is born.”

Now he was being ridiculous. “You have to fight The Sword.”

He gave her an exaggerated frown. “There is that. That means we may have to resort to doing two-a-days when we’re free.”

It took a moment for the idea of two-a-days to sink in. “I work, you know.”

“You don’t have to.”

She wondered what it would be like not to have to adhere to a schedule, but she decided she liked helping her customers. “I know.”

Hercules pulled her close. “Come give us some loving.”

Casius moved behind her. In one quick movement, he lifted her nightgown over her head. Except for her slippers, she was naked. The fire crackled just as Casius placed a palm on her belly and lowered his hand. The moment he extended his index finger and slid it between her folds, her stomach tumbled, awaiting his much-needed touch. Hercules must have heard her hiss because he lowered his mouth and sucked on her tit while he rubbed her other nipple.

Even though they hadn’t asked, she subtly stepped out of her pink, fuzzy slippers.

Casius nuzzled her neck. “You smell so fucking good. I can’t tell you how much I’ve missed you. I kept dreaming of loving you the whole time I was away.”

She melted. He bent his knee and placed his cock between her thighs, but when he stood, the tip wedged between her ass cheeks.

Hercules cupped her face and kissed her like a man possessed. Their tongues met and swirled. It was like dripped chocolate on cream. She pressed inward, not able to get enough of her man. How had she ever considered giving them up because of what might happen in ten or twenty years?

He broke the kiss. “Would you like to try out that present you brought over to the house?”

“Can I use it on you first?” There was a technique, and if not used right, it could hurt in a bad way.

He dragged a finger across her wet lips. “Would it make you feel better if you did?”

Could the man see right through her? “Yes.”

“Then have at me.”

Casius retrieved the crop as Hercules stripped. Watching him set her pussy on fire.

Casius tore open the package and handed her the whip. “This I’m going to enjoy.”

“Even if I hit you hard and I got your ass red, would it stay red for long?”

“No, sugar. And don’t worry. You can’t hit hard enough to hurt me.”

Then how was she going to be able to effectively demonstrate what to do?
Aargh
. She now could see there might be some disadvantages to being with men of such superior strength and ability.

“Bend over.”

Casius chuckled. Hercules turned his back to her and did as she requested. He looked behind him. “You do realize this is the first and last time you’ll be given the chance to do this, so make it good.”

“Jerk. Just so you know, this crop has a floppy end. When you are using it on me, don’t let that hit me. That will hurt.”

She demonstrated where to strike and how hard. Just to see if she could make him flinch, she struck harder and got no response. “Doesn’t that sting at all?”

“Sugar, you’d have to use a bullwhip to make a dent in my skin.”

Darn
. She placed the crop on the back of the sofa and rubbed his ass. He immediately straightened and turned around. His cock was totally rigid.

“I see you liked it.”

“I like it anytime you touch me or pay attention to me.”

Hercules stepped back and picked up his pants. From the back pocket he pulled out his phone. She hadn’t heard it ring, but maybe her senses weren’t as acute as his. He waved it.

“What are you going to do with that?”

“Don’t you remember? I told Casius about wanting to take photos, and he thought it a good idea.”

When Hercules had suggested it before, she was all for it, but now she wasn’t so sure. “What will you do with the photos?”

“Sugar, these are only for us for when we are on surveillance or lying in a gutter bleeding near death. We want to have you with us at all times.”

That was so sweet. “Aw. Okay.”

Casius walked her around to the front of the sofa and had her bend over and place her hands on the cushion. The heat from the fire warmed her rear.

Hercules slapped the crop across his palm. “Slave, you know the rules. Tonight will mark the beginning of our life together. As soon as we are deeply seated in your body and we bite your neck, we will officially be mates. Are you willing?”

After all the self-doubt, she didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

Casius reached in and palmed one of her tits. “This doesn’t mean we can’t have a human ceremony. I know how much that would mean to you.”

The image of her walking down the aisle in a long, white dress had been her dream for life. “Then we better do it quick before I get big with child.”

They laughed. “Babe, I can’t tell you how happy you make me. Are you ready to begin the mating ceremony?”

“Yes, Masters.”

“Herc, she is so perfect.”

The soft slap of the leather right below Tanya’s ass cheeks jacked up her hormones. “Yes. That’s good.”

Casius sat on the sofa and rubbed her inner thigh. His fingers inched upward as Hercules came down on her ass again with the crop. This time he brought the crop down with more force and a little higher, but it wasn’t enough to cause her to flinch.

When Casius’s finger found its mark, she squeezed him tight. He wiggled his finger, and her juices flowed.

“I think she wants you to do it again.”

“Not yet.”

“Well, our slave needs to know that we will always take good care of her.”

The next strike did make her clench her ass.
Whoops
. That might cause him to spank her. The crop dropped on the coffee table.

“You know what happens when you tighten your ass. Casius won’t be able to get in.”

She knew that wasn’t true, since he’d already widened her ass before. “I’m sorry, Master.”

Her ass was already a little tender when Hercules’s hand landed on her rear. The sting made her shut her eyes, but the immediate shot of excitement went straight to her pussy. Because she wanted another slap, she squeezed her cheeks together once more. The next blow would have shot her forward had Casius not stopped her shoulders with his hand.

Hercules ran his tongue across her rear, and the comforting action slowed her pulse. “I think she’s so perfect. Hold that pose, sugar.”

She twisted behind her. “You’re going to take a photo of my ass?”

Casius removed his fingers from her pussy, and her gaze shot straight to him.

“Did we say you could question us, slave?”

Why did she keep forgetting? “No, Masters.”

“From now on, we will take whatever pictures we want.” He got off the sofa and retrieved his own camera.

For the next few minutes, they clicked away.

“Let’s put her on the sofa and spread her out.” That was Casius speaking to Hercules.

Dear Lord. These shots couldn’t look attractive. Casius made sure her head was supported and then placed her feet on the sofa.

“Keep those knees open wide.” He looked at Hercules. “Doesn’t she have the sweetest pussy?”

“She sure does.” They got in close and clicked away.

Enough was enough. She closed her legs. “If someone doesn’t give me some cock, I’m not posing.
Masters
.”

She debated leaving off the last word, but they’d had their fun. They put down their cameras and came at her, looking way too serious.

“Your outburst is unacceptable.”

Casius stepped out of his boots and ripped down his pants. He shucked his jeans but kept on his shirt. He stepped over to her, pulled her legs off to the side, and lifted them over his head. She was now balanced on her shoulders, but his beautiful cock was only inches from her slit.

He clasped onto her waist, and she tightened her hold on his wrist to keep from slipping. Hercules stood behind Casius. The damned fool had picked up a camera. When she gave him her best imitation of the evil eye, he moved out of her field of vision.

“We decide, babe, when you get a cock. If I didn’t need you so much, I might not be doing this, but it’s your lucky day.”

Thank you, God.

Casius leaned forward and breached her opening. She tugged on his wrists to get herself closer, but all he did was smile.

“You want more?”

That was a stupid question. “Yes, please, Master.”

He glanced at Hercules then back at her. “Are you begging me to fuck you?”

“Yes, I’m begging you to fuck me, Master.”

He lifted her up so that her head was barely touching the sofa and impaled her. If her body could explode, this was it. With each thrust, their breaths matched. Out of the corner of her eye, Hercules climbed on the sofa, leaned over, and licked the tip of her nipple. While his touch was light, lustful sensations coursed through her.

Then he drew the sensitive tip into his mouth and tugged hard. His light bite sent tingles from her head to her toes. Or else the wicked shards of pleasure came from Casius pounding her pussy. With each thrust, he took her higher and higher.

“I’m coming, babe.”

His fangs appeared, and a drop of blood wet the tip. Seeing how much he wanted her pushed her over the edge. She let go of Casius’s wrist and grabbed Hercules’s hair and tugged. Her scream could probably be heard over half of Delight as her orgasm swept her away. Hot semen flooded her, and the knowledge that her child might belong to Casius thrilled her.

His grip loosened, and he pulled out. Hercules sat up and then jumped off the sofa. He rushed to the bathroom and returned to wipe her down. When she glanced at Casius’s cock, it was still hard and throbbing.

He grinned. “You know I love your ass, but I love a taste of pussy, too.”

“I’m glad, Master.”

She looked over at Hercules. “Don’t you want to make love with me?” They’d promised to take her at the same time.

He sat next to her, picked up her hand, and kissed each finger. “More than anything. Casius wanted a chance to have you first. As soon as you rest, we want the three of us to join as one. Would you like that?”

“More than anything.” She decided to copy his phrase since it was appropriate.

He scooped her into his arms and kissed her. She wrapped her hands around his neck and returned his affection. As their kiss intensified, Hercules’s cock got harder, if that was possible.

He came up for air. “I think if I don’t let Casius at you, he’ll shift and claw my heart out.”

That made her laugh. In one quick movement, he stood. “Where would you like to have this momentous joining?”

“As much as I like to be creative, I think the bedroom would be more comfortable for you.” She then glanced at the fireplace. “On second thought, would it be too repetitive to ask if we could toss down some sofa pillows and stay by the warm fire?” It was more romantic there anyway.

“Anything for you.”

Casius had their snug retreat set up in no time. Hercules walked her over to their love nest and gently placed her on the cushions. Casius disappeared and returned a minute later with several large towels.

“How about lifting our princess again? The leather might not be good against her bare skin.”

She was speechless at their concern. No sooner had Hercules lifted her than Casius had the towels on top of the cushions. Then Hercules set her down.

Casius grabbed a throw pillow off the sofa. “For your head.”

“I’m not that delicate.”

He smiled down at her. “This may take hours, and we want you comfortable.”

She glanced at Hercules’s cock. Pre-cum had already glistened the tip. “You think you can last hours, Master?”

“Hell no. I don’t know what my brother is thinking. I’m trying hard not to impale your pussy as we speak. If I didn’t want to eat you so bad, I’d be on top of you right now.”

Hercules placed her feet on the cushion and once more opened her wide. Casius moved to the non-fire side and leaned over her. He kissed her nose then her lips, and before she could properly kiss him back, he moved onto her chin.

Just as she contemplated complaining, he pinched one nipple and latched on to the other one. Her swollen crests were already tender, so when Casius sucked hard, she saw pricks of light behind her closed lids. Her moan came out loud. She thought she would have been satisfied after making wild love with him, but it only seemed to incite her more.

Hercules’s thumbs pressed on her thighs. She decided not to watch and just feel. Blasts of lust slammed into her when his tongue licked her pussy.

“Oh, yes.”

She held her breath for a second after that outburst, but when Hercules threaded a finger into her wet hole, she knew he’d forgiven her. He twirled it around and then curled his finger. Now she knew why she’d waited until she’d found these special men. No one else could have satisfied her.