by Jana Leigh
Bama looked at them with a glare and watched as they moved around her, one on each side. She should be worried, but she wasn’t. Her mates would flex, she would amuse herself with their ideas of being in control, and then it would be back to normal.
Shane ran his hand down her back and she shivered. “Of course, we may have to make sure this makes an impact on our lovely mate, Trace. She looks like she is going to put up a fight this time.”
Bama turned, her short blonde hair standing up straight. She needed a shower before they even thought about this. It sucked, she was hung over, but she refused to admit it to her mates.
“I can see the doubt in her eyes.” Trace sighed.
“No, you see the need for you two assholes to take off this jewelry so I can take a shower and get busy. We have a lot of planning for my mother and father’s arrival. They have certain needs,” Bama said folding her arms over her chest.
“No worries, we have that all taken care of. The Queen was excited about having a cabin on the compound grounds. She is fully prepared.” Shane whispered, “However, a shower sounds like it would be beneficial to all of us.”
“I agree, Shane, let’s take our little wife, and get her cleaned up. I think we should be able to make our point in the shower,” Trace drawled and finally Bama laughed at her men and shook her head. They loved this little game of dominance, and it was something she needed in the bedroom.
“Catch me if you can,” she squealed and ran from the room, forgetting that her mates would have been prepared. Shane caught her before she made it to the door.
“Caught you,” he muttered in her ear and then whipped her around and kissed her passionately. She loved it when they got all commanding on her. Bama sank into his embrace, and savored the feel of his tongue as it pushed into her mouth masterfully.
She could feel Trace as he walked behind her and kissed her neck. Oh, her mates were going to drive her crazy. She leaned back a little and sighed. They were amazing. She could feel their hands as they eased off her pajamas, which were completely unsexy. Shane bent and lifted her into his arms and Trace led the way to the large bathroom and began to run the water for them. Thank goodness, the Alphas added extra-large bathrooms for the Pack house.
They quickly got undressed and pushed Bama in the shower first, the warm water cascaded down her slightly tan body, and she sighed. Winter was a cold time for their species. She loved the warm tropical heat, but she also had come to love the fun they had in the cold weather. Their tall house had fireplaces in each room, all with a large rug in front of the fireplace, with nice fluffy blankets in the corner. She was always prepared.
Trace reached up, trailed his finger down her neck to her breast, and circled the areola. Her nipple stood at attention as he teased her. Shane leaned in and licked her other straining nipple, and she had to fight the urge to grab the back of their heads, putting them where she wanted them. The moisture was flowing between her legs, and she rubbed her thighs together with the shower cleaning her as she allowed her men to take control.
Shane let his hand drift down her stomach and then to her mound. He cupped it gently, playing with the soft and neatly trimmed hair that was there. She was certainly glad she had groomed before they started this. Finally, both of them latched on to her nipples at the same time and she threw her head back and moaned. The dual sensations were enough to drive her wild, but add to the difference in their mouths, and she was wiggling with pent-up need.
"I'm gonna have my afternoon snack," Shane murmured against her now peaked nipple and kissed his way down her stomach. She felt his hot breath on her mound and wanted to beg him to hurry.
Trace palmed the breast that Shane just left and continued to suck and nip at her, making her writhe under him. "I love your breasts. They're perfect, just like you. Darlin', I need you to touch me," he whispered.
She moved her good hand between them, trailed her hand down his taunt stomach, and finally grasped his thick, hard cock. It was weepy with pre-cum already. She smoothed the thick liquid around the tip of his head then sat down slowly on the seat in the shower, allowing the men’s backs to take the majority of the pelting water. The seat was a corner seat, so it allowed the men to position her so they both could have access to her.
Shane kneeled on one side of the shower, while Trace stepped closer to Bama’s head on the other. She was ginning when she licked the tip of Trace’s cock, teasing him and trailing her tongue around just the tip.
Trace wrapped a hand in her short hair and tugged. “Come on baby, you are killing me,” he said and then pulled her head toward him.
Shane smiled at the adjusted space and pulled both of her legs over his shoulders. She almost screamed when Shane swiped her pussy lips the first time. She’d been so focused on the job at hand, that she forgot where Shane was.
Shane had settled her thighs over his shoulders and used his fingers to hold her open for him, while spearing her with his tongue and then licking up to her clit in a fast and relentless rhythm, driving her mad. Bama clutched Trace's cock a little firmer and began to stroke him in the same rhythm that Shane set. Only sucking on the tip and swirling her tongue around him, teasing him mercilessly.
The teasing ended quickly when Shane sucked her clit into his mouth and rolled it around with his tongue. She almost shot off the bench. Finally, she could take no more and with a small push, she moved her men a little, so she could position them where she wanted.
Trace groaned and then moved quicker, pushing his cock into her mouth a little farther. She grinned around his cock, grabbed one of his legs, and moved him until he was leaning against the shower with one leg on the bench. Shane helped position her standing but bent over, so Shane could take her from behind, while she sucked Trace off.
Once they were in place, she grinned and looked up at Trace, who was looking as if he was in a little pain. The waiting only made his cock harder, causing it to stand up level with her mouth, so all she had to do was lean forward and lick it. Which she did, and Trace grabbed her head again.
"Oh, poor baby, does he need some attention?" she muttered and leaned in a little and licked his head again while he guided her.
"He is feeling a little lonely," Trace said jokingly and then grabbed his cock by the base and waved it at her.
"What the fuck?” Shane said lifting his head from where he had still been licking her pussy from behind.
"Wow, you are in a mood?" She giggled and rested her head on his thigh, while trying to catch her breath.
He nodded and she giggled a little more, but then the laugh quickly turned into a moan as she felt Trace tweak both of her nipples as she rose and Shane used two fingers to spear her pussy hard and fast. She was so wet. His fingers just slid in with no resistance and she began to feel her wetness gather again.
"Yeah, sweetheart, cream for me," Shane said and continued to pump his fingers in and out of her while she tried to concentrate on Trace, who was holding his cock in front of her lips. Thank goodness, the Pack compound had a huge hot water tank. They were going to take a while. Shane had moved the showerhead so it was beating against her back, massaging it while they worked her over.
Licking around the head, making sure she cleaned the weepy head. She sucked the tip of his cock into her mouth and swirled her tongue around the top. Trace groaned as she took him in a little further and teased the backside of his head, just under the top fold—it was a sensitive area for a man.
"Fuckin' A, honey, where the hell did you learn that?” Trace yelled when she swept her tongue over the sensitive area again and sucked hard.
Bama sat back smiled at him. “This is why you shouldn’t complain about girls’ night out, we talk.”
Shane chuckled and said, "Give me a minute, and she won't be teasing anymore."
Shane pulled his fingers out of her and then lined up his cock with her pussy. "You ready, baby? You're gonna be stuffed with our cocks," Shane said and grasped her hips and she groaned around Trace's cock.
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Trace wrapped a hand in her hair and she lowered her mouth slowly down his shaft until it hit the back of her throat. Shit, she was only half way down. Bama grasped the base of his cock with one hand and began working it in time with her mouth.
Shane pushed slowly inside her tight pussy and he panted. "Holy shit, you're so tight. Man, she fits me like a glove, taking you each time is like the first."
"I love this fuckin’ mouth, she has learned a few new tricks that you are gonna want her to show you, man."
She wanted to smile as they talked about her. They had no idea what those words did to her. She and the guys had slipped into each other's lives like they had always belonged there. She was reveling in the feeling of closeness around them. Each man she had tried to let this close had let her down. Looking back over the last few years, Bama realized they would not be the same. These men were so different from the men she’d usually been drawn too.
When Shane was finally seated in her to the hilt, she took a deep breath around Trace's cock and then swallowed. Trace moaned again and the hand on her hair tightened. Shane pulled back and she naturally pulled back with him, allowing Trace's cock to slide out to the tip. Then Shane pushed back quickly and Trace's cock slid down her throat again, stopping where her hand had been stroking.
Bama closed her eyes and turned her body over to them. Shane directed the symphony of movements, while Trace encouraged both of them and talked about what he was seeing and feeling.
"That is so sexy, watching Shane pumping in and out of you. I can see your juices running down your thighs, I can't wait to get a taste of that, baby. Oh man, and your mouth, every time you hit that spot, I feel like I'm going to shoot my load right then."
Moving faster, Trace had to stop talking because the feelings were becoming intense. They could all feel the passion building, getting ready to flow over them. It was a glorious feeling to be between these two men. She thought about what they had talked about before and her pussy began to quiver at the thought of both of them fucking her at the same time. Shane shifted a little and with each of his strokes he hit her clit and she knew it wasn't going to be long before she exploded. Trace cried out that he was getting ready.
Shane reached around her easily, held her up, and then said loudly, "Come," and all three of them released the tension and felt their release flow through them. Bama swallowed every drop before collapsing in a quivering mess on the floor of the shower, with Trace sitting down on the bench, she leaned her head against his thigh. Shane was kneeling also, and kinda folding over on her back.
"I can't move," Bama said and then felt Shane move to the side, and pulled her up with him, moving her under the showerhead, washing her hair for her, and then all remnants of their lovemaking. Trace stood up, helped, and soon they had her now clean pink body snuggled in the bed with a large fluffy blanket covering all of them.
"Nap time, we have an hour before we have to get cleaned up again."
"Ohhh, sounds nice," she said sleepily, then snuggled between them, and quickly fell asleep.
Argus snapped his book closed loud enough for his mate to have heard and woke her up from the stupor she'd been in last night. Jacob was in the other room, waiting as well. Skye was definitely in for a shocker when she woke up. Griff had an awesome idea the moment they got the call. He already had the cuffs made for Valentine’s Day for his shop, he was going to have them on sale, so all they had to do was call Lacy’s mom and ask her to spell them.
When the girls arrived home, it had been simple because they were all too drunk to notice after they passed out that they’d had cuffs slipped on their wrists. Argus had been amused. Paige and Matthew were with Jacobs’s mom, who arrived last night as well.
Argus got great entertainment when his mate let loose, the girls’ night out always proved to be trouble. Skye had become almost as bad as their Alpha female, when it came to doing outrageous things. He was the liaison for all of the Magical community; he had meetings every day with a new Pack, Coven, or whatever wanted to be recognized. It was awesome and Skye had really taken to her position as a member of the Council. She helped him in the office and also worked with Ariel when the Prides combined. However, she needed a stress reliever; she got it when she was with all of the girls. However, last night, it went a bit too far considering the circumstances.
Jacob walked into the room and smiled. “Dude, lighten up, she had fun,” Jacob said.
Argus growled, “You know I don’t care about that. I just didn’t like that she was in a potentially dangerous situation without thinking. I don’t give a rat’s ass if she and the others blow off steam. I just don’t like what is being said in the community about Roarke trying to take whole communities for some reason. He is looking for something. We don’t know anything about the Fredi girl.”
“I agree, what is Devon saying about the whole thing?” Jacob asked
“He says she passed the background check, and when we have the meeting we will learn more. I guess she is truly Jo’s sister.” Argus relented. “If Roarke catches wind of this, we are going to have a big problem. She could be what he was looking for.”
“The cuffs will keep them safe for now, and be a bit of fun,” Jacob said and grinned.
They heard movement coming from the bedroom and Argus and Jacob grinned to each other. “Three…” Argus said.
“Two…” Jacob said.
“And…one…” Argus said and held up his finger.
“What the fuck are these things?” Skye bellowed.
The men chuckled. They’d known she was going to be pissed off. Skye was like that, and she definitely would not change. Her temper, since being ‘changed’ into a shifter, was gloriously amazing. Her eyes would flash and it turned both of her mates on.
Skye walked out of their room with her hands held out in front of her with a glare on her face and nothing else on her body. Both of them got hard at the sight of their naked wife. Shit, she was hot.
She walked and stood right before him and chocked her hips. “Wanna explain these, I’m pretty sure when I went to bed I didn’t have these on.”
Argus grinned, “The guards don’t want anything to do with all of you, so they are protection for you. With them, if you go off the compound, alarms will rise, they have GPS, and they are spelled, you can’t take them off.”
“Really?” Skye said and put her arms down. “So, Marshall is a pussy, huh. Damn, drop a guy’s pants one time, and he is all like, ‘boo hoo’.
Argus narrowed his eyes and thought back to the first time they saw her, she snuck out of the place she worked to avoid them, and Argus had sent one of his most trusted guards into her room to snoop. Hadn't been the best idea he’d had…
Pulling her coat tightly around her body, she put her head down and walked quickly to her hotel. Once again, she grimaced when she looked at the place. She knew the two rooms in the front of the hotel were where the hookers worked. She’d met them. They were friendly and down on their luck like her. The only difference is they actually had a body they could make money with. She laughed to herself. She would never stoop that low.
Looking up at her room door, she frowned and stopped. It was cracked open. She’d not left it that way. Oh hell no, she thought and stomped her way back to the office to talk to the manager.
The old man sat at the desk with a lit cigarette dangling out of his mouth and reading a paper. He had to be a hundred and his scrawny chicken body was clad in a wife beater t-shirt and baggy brown pants. He looked like an over aged thug with hair growing out of his ears. She waved her hand in front of her face and said, “Hey. Someone was in my room. I need you to go and check it out.”
The old man snorted and didn’t say anything but pointed at the wall where a sign was posted. It said. “MANAGEMENT IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR BELONGINGS THAT ARE LEFT UNATTENDED IN ROOMS.”
“Nice,” she said. “What if the bad guys are still in there?”
“Call the cops,” he said and went back to the paper h
e was reading.
She stomped her foot and turned to leave. “Can I use the phone at least?” she said thinking she was not going to wait to see if they were still there. If she called the police now, she could wait in the lobby where it was at least somewhat safe. The old man looked like he had a gun stashed behind the desk. He would at least protect himself, she would benefit.
He grunted and picked up the phone and dialed before handing her the receiver. She rolled her eyes, smiled sweetly, took the phone from him, and spoke to the dispatch. They assured her they were sending someone out immediately and she was to remain in the lobby until the police arrived.
“Thank you ever so much,” she said and handed the phone back to the old man.
He just grunted and lit another cigarette. Great, she was stuck with Mr. Puffy, while she waited for the police to show up.
She saw Bambi and Heather let a man out of their room and kiss and then wave at him while he got in his car. She smiled when they saw her, waved, and then walked her way.
“Hey, girl,” Bambi said. “Why are you hanging around grandpa here?” She laughed.
“Someone was in my room. I had to call the cops,” Skye explained and the girls narrowed their eyes.
“Well, at least our date left for the night. We won’t have to explain what we were doing with the handcuffs and whips.” Heather laughed and then peered out the window. “You think he’s still there?”
“Old man, get off your ass and see if Skye is being ripped off. I know you used to be in the mob or some weird shit like that. And I know you have a gun under that desk,” Bambi said over her shoulder.
The old man lifted up his hand and flipped her off. “I’m too old for this shit.”
“Yeah, true. Then give me the gun and we will go and check it out,” Heather said with her hand on her hips. “I ain't afraid no meth head looking for something to pawn. We can put a cap in his ass and then wait for the cops. Say we found him pawing through your panties and shot him. We won’t get charged on account of that law about defending your home.”
