Three Make a Ménage

by Cara Adams

  Grace and Thea vanished into the RV after the old man. Ty guessed they wanted to wash him and rebandage his wound. His flight and being carried up the cliff had likely made it worse, but they’d care for him now and once he got to the clinic the doctors would know what to do.

  “Is this area on drought and water restrictions?” he asked the vultures. “We all need showers and I’m not sure how much water is left in the RV’s tank.”

  “Filling your water tank would not be a problem. This is the desert and unlike in the big cities people don’t take half-hour showers here. We don’t have swimming pools either,” Mark said.

  “We don’t want to run your community short,” said Zane.

  “You’ll be traveling though the desert for a while yet and should always carry plenty of water. The desert isn’t the place to be caught without adequate drinking water. I’d also advise tying that old buzzard to the truck. He’s feeling mighty sad and sorry for himself right now, but long before you get to Ohio he’ll be driving you crazy,” said Jarin, a huge grin splitting his face in two.

  “Thanks so much.” But Ty was grinning as well. He’d wanted to see the Grand Canyon and he’d seen it. Maybe a bit more up close and personal than he’d had in mind, but it was something unique. He liked these people, too. They were tough on the outside, but helpful and friendly on the inside. Now all he had to do, as Jarin had so succinctly put it, was get the old man halfway across the continent without him deciding to fly off again.

  * * * *

  They’d returned to Mr. Patterson’s house, deciding it was better for him to shower in his own bathroom and sleep in his own bed before they left for Ohio in the morning. Thea and Grace had cooked a healthy meal for them all. While it was cooking they’d made a shopping list for Zane and sent him down to the store to fill up the food locker of the RV. Meanwhile Ty had filled the water tank and the gas tank.

  Now Grace and Mr. Patterson were in their house, and Thea was alone in the RV with her men. Ty reached for her clothes to take them off.

  “I’m happy to get undressed and want to fuck you both again. So very much. But we need to talk as well,” she said, brushing his hands away from the front of her clean jeans.

  Ty frowned and said, “You do know we love you. Both of us, Zane and I. We were so worried about you while you were alone.”

  “Yes, I know that. I worried about you, too. Not that I expected a vulture to come and rescue you. I’ve been thinking about BDSM and what it might mean in a relationship between us.”

  “If you don’t like—”

  “Shut up, Ty, and let me speak. You’re jumping all over the place.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  Thea laughed. Zane was sitting up straight like a puppy hoping for a dog treat. Ty pretending to be downcast was making her want to laugh.

  “This is serious. I like the idea of BDSM. I like the bits and pieces we’ve done together. But if we’re to be a family, a ménage, Zane has to be equally involved. If I’m Ty’s sub, what would your role be, Zane?”

  He smiled at her, his face open with no hint of worry now. “Ty and I have discussed that. I will always be there and involved. Ty and I might plan the scene together, or Ty might plan it with set tasks for me to do. But whatever happens, we’ll be a united triad. Before we went to the DADISP we had a long time to organize how we’d manage our lives. We both hoped to find a woman who enjoyed BDSM. If that’s what you want, I’ll be just as content as you and Ty.”

  Thea relaxed. She’d really been concerned that Zane be an equal part of their union. “I suppose I should have guessed you’d both have talked about the logistics.”

  “Now we have a question for you. What we want is a mate. A woman who will be with us forever. As the events coordinator at the DADISP, I’m sure you already know that there’s no divorce under shape-shifter law. We both love you very much. After being together these few days, being apart yesterday was horrible. We worried so much about you. Are you prepared to be our mate so we need never be separated again?” asked Ty.

  “What about where we live? Do you still want to go to Nebraska?” Thea had decided to go with them, if that’s what they wanted. She never planned to leave them again. But she would like to know what they were contemplating before committing herself to it and them.

  “No. We’ll stay in Ohio with you. We’ll take the jobs at the shape-shifter clinic and hope we can pass the necessary exams,” said Ty.

  “We want to have a home together. To be a real family. And most of all we want that to be with you,” added Zane.

  Thea melted. “I want that, too.”

  “Does that mean we can mate you? A shape-shifter marriage is only legal if all parties freely consent,” said Ty.

  Thea turned so she was facing them both and could look them both in the face simultaneously. “I want to mate you, Zane and Ty. I love you both.”

  “In that case, you deserve to be punished for making us wait so long for our answer,” said Ty.

  Thea giggled. “Punished, huh?”

  Zane pulled some ropes out from under the mattress of one of the bunk beds, and Thea’s smile widened. “You’ve been planning this.”

  “Of course.” Zane quickly tied her wrists together, and then stretched her arms up to attach the ropes to the headboard of the top bunk.

  Thea had to hide her amusement. She was wearing a T-shirt and now they wouldn’t be able to get it or her bra off properly. Well, they’d figure it out later.

  Zane kneeled down to remove her boots and jeans, while Ty laid condoms and lube on the top of the bunk. She didn’t see where he got the whip from, but the sharp crack of it and the sting on her ass sent her body instantly roaring into the need for a climax. Zane remained to one side of her as Ty cracked the whip again and again, painting a grid work of hot lines on her butt. Thea noticed no two strokes landed in exactly the same place, and assumed that took quite a lot of control and talent on the part of the Dom, but mostly she was amazed at how such a simple thing could make her desperately desire to be fucked.

  Zane turned her around, tangling her arms, and spread her legs wide apart. He kneeled at her feet and licked her slit before sucking her clit. Thea sighed with delight and then shivered as Zane gradually inserted the handle of the flogger into her cunt. It wasn’t a perfect dildo, but it was more than enough to have her creaming and wishing it was a real cock. Her two men had such wonderful long, thick, cocks that filled her to perfection. Really, the dildo just didn’t measure up. She certainly wouldn’t need her trusty old vibrator at home anymore either. Zane and Tybalt were so much better than her battery-operated friend. Love, companionship, their caring natures, and the way they made each touch and gesture romantic, were all she’d ever dreamed of or wanted.

  Zane turned her back to face the bunk again, untwisting her arms, but remained at her feet, fucking her slowly with the flogger. Behind her, Ty pushed her legs even farther apart and stroked his hands over her ass. Her skin was hot after the whipping, and his hand felt cool against it, until she realized why his hand was cool. He rolled an ice cube over her ass, tracing the stinging lines where the whip had landed. As the ice cube started to melt he pushed it against her rosette and then thrust it inside her. Her entire body shook at the contrast between the ice and her inner heat.

  As soon as she stopped shaking, both men pushed her T-shirt up over her head, leaving it dangling down her arms. Ty unsnapped her bra and pushed the straps off her shoulders, again leaving the fabric dangling on her arms. Thea was so aroused all she could think of was being fucked. Everywhere they touched her lit up on fire with need. Everything they did was so arousing, so erotically carnal, she couldn’t form words to speak to them.

  Ty pressed another ice cube at her back door, while Zane fucked her with the flogger. Thea moaned. “I want to come.”

  “It’s not time for you to come yet. Your body is our playground and we haven’t been on half the rides yet,” responded Ty, rubbing his cold hand over her nippl
es.

  “Besides, I think you need to be schooled on how to address your Masters.” A sharp slap landed on her ass.

  “A good sub only speaks when her Dom asks her a direct question,” said Ty.

  “She knows her men will have planned the scene to give her exactly what she needs, so she should trust her Dom and not question him,” added Zane.

  She did trust them to give her great pleasure. She just hadn’t realized they’d begun the Dom/sub play already. But that was okay, her brain was too fried with need right now to think anymore, anyway.

  Before she could moan again, Ty was dripping an ice cube over her breasts, letting it rest on the point of each nipple until she shuddered, and then he stroked it over the globes, between her breasts, and on the soft skin of the undersides of her breasts.

  Zane pulled the flogger from her cunt and rubbed it over her clit, her own cream on it an added aphrodisiac.

  Ty inserted the third ice cube in her ass, and this time her legs wobbled with need.

  Immediately he began fucking her with his cold fingers using her own cream to stretch her opening as well as her reactions to the ice.

  By the time the men untied her from the bunk and laid her on a blanket on the floor, Thea was a puddle of need. She hardly even noticed Ty opening her ass farther with lube or the men sheathing their cocks. She had maybe a second to realize she wouldn’t be able to suck them this time, and then she was on her side, with Zane pushing into her cunt and Ty into her ass simultaneously. They’d always entered her one at a time before, and this time, with both of them together, sent shivers running up and down her spine. Every touch from them was electrifying. Every breath she took was laced with the scent of the men. It filled her lungs, her mouth, her brain. All she could think about was them. They were her whole world. All she wanted was to be their mate, now and forever.

  They were lifting and rearranging her legs, which were interwoven with theirs, but Thea was well past deciphering what was what. All she could think of was the cocks in her cunt and ass, and the emotions boiling through her body. “Please, Masters. Fuck me. Mate me. Make me yours forever,” she begged.

  “You are ours and we’ll love and cherish you forever,” said Zane, pumping into her body.

  “Our woman, our mate,” said Ty licking the shell of her ear. His words kept time with his cock driving in and out of her ass. Their pounding cocks, their sexy voices, their bodies surrounding hers was all too much for Dorothea. She shattered into a massive orgasm, but their cocks never slowed. They jack-hammered into her faster and harder than ever.

  “Come again. You can come again with us. Obey me now,” ordered Ty.

  Thea’s body continued rippling and shaking, and amazingly, her orgasm rolled on and on, faster than before, until all she could do was rock with them as the cocks slammed in and out of her body. And then she exploded again. This time two heads bent to her shoulders and two sets of fangs sliced into her flesh biting her. The sharp pains were more erotic than ever, enhancing her orgasm. An orgasm that seemed to have lasted forever already and showed no signs of stopping.

  Breathlessly, Thea wrapped her upper arm around Zane and her upper leg gripped Ty’s leg as both men jerked and shuddered, filling their condoms with seed.

  “You are ours now, to love and to cherish forever,” whispered Ty.

  “Hell yes. And what a journey it’s going to be,” she replied as Zane pressed kisses along her shoulder.

  THE END

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  Cara Adams adores erotic romance, especially ménage, BDSM, and shape-shifters. One day, someone said to her, “Why don’t you put them all in one book?” So she did.

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