by Zara Chase
“What do I need to do?”
“Let’s do it in our room,” Bryce said. “This bed isn’t big enough for three.”
They moved across the corridor into the room the two guys shared. Marvin, who’d been curled up in a chair, apparently sound asleep the entire time Caitlyn and Jared fucked one another’s brains out, uncoiled himself and stretched. He leapt down from the chair and led the way, as though he didn’t want to miss anything.
“Wow!” Caitlyn said, looking around their room with interest. “I think that’s the largest bed I’ve ever seen. What were you planning to do in it?”
Bryce winked at her. “You’re about to find out.”
“Kneel in front of us, darlin’,” Jared said.
As soon as she’d done so, each man placed a hand on top of her head.
“Do you swear by all you hold most sacred to be our mate, true only to us for the rest of your days?”
“Yes, I do. Absolutely I do.”
“We love you, Caitlyn Denton, and pledge our lives to keeping you safe and happy.”
Caitlyn didn’t doubt their ability to keep her happy, but that happiness was tempered when she thought of what Jared would shortly have to do to keep that pledge. She very much hoped it wouldn’t cost him his life. Well, if she could strengthen his powers by having regular bouts of sex with him until the time came, then it was her sworn duty to make that sacrifice. Before that thought took hold it was displaced by something that felt like a strong electric current passing through their hands and into her.
“What just happened?” she asked, blinking up at them.
“We made you ours,” Bryce said, pulling her to her feet and into his arms. “There’s a collar you need to wear. Our version of a wedding ring.”
“Yes, the others told me, but I think we ought to wait awhile.”
“Not having doubts already?” Jared asked, frowning.
“Not at all, but Chantal told me that this Salter person can choose whom he wishes to fight with.”
Both men nodded. “So?” Bryce asked.
“Well, apparently they keep files on all of you, just like you do on them.”
Jared rubbed her arm. “What are you getting at?”
“I think I know,” Bryce said, a smile twitching at the corners of his lips. “Our enemies will know that Jared’s weak. Well, he was,” Bryce added, his twitching smile turning into a full-on grin. “They know we don’t enter into mating rituals easily, that we give would-be human mates time to understand what they’re committing to. I’m betting the call will come from them sooner rather than later, on the assumption that Caitlyn won’t have been in Impulse for long enough to have made up her mind.”
“Ah, now I understand.” Jared’s own grin was broad and infectious. “Especially if she isn’t wearing a collar.”
“Exactly!” Caitlyn offered them a smugly satisfied look. “They’re not the only ones who can play dirty. Besides, I gather the collar is just an outward sign of commitment. What you did with your hands just now is the real deal.”
“You’re not wrong.” Bryce brushed his lips against hers. “Now then, mate, I’m feeling the tiniest little bit neglected. What do you plan to do about it?”
Even though it hadn’t been discussed between them, Caitlyn sensed she was required to play a subservient role. The prospect excited her, and she was more than ready to do as she was told.
“I’m all yours,” she said, biting back a smile as she lowered her eyes. “Just tell me how to make you happy.”
* * * *
Bryce shot Jared a look. “Fuck me, she’s a natural sub.”
“You doubted it?”
“Not really, but I thought she might need a little guidance.”
“She’s looking damned hot. I love it that she’s not self-conscious. Still, probably best not to keep her waiting too long, buddy.”
“Wouldn’t think of it.”
“Remember she can probably pick up pheromones now, even if she doesn’t realize it yet.”
“That’s okay. I’m only saying good things about her.”
Grinning, Bryce spread a plastic sheet over the bed, the way he’d always imagined he would when this night finally came, and ordered Caitlyn to lay in the center of it. He disappeared and returned a short time later with massage oils and a few other bits and pieces from his treatment room. Straddling her waist, he covered her eyes with a blindfold and then started on a massage that didn’t feature on the list for his regular clientele.
“It’s my mating gift to you, darlin’,” he said softly, rubbing lavender oil into her breasts until they were slick and fragrant, the nipples raised and responsive to his touch. “Trust me to make you feel good.”
“Oh, I already do,” she replied in a dreamy voice. “Your hands are lethally addictive. Sooo relaxing.”
“That’s good, but don’t fall asleep on me, sweetheart. I have plans.”
“Hmm, I’ll try and stay awake.”
Bryce worked his way down her torso, slowly, methodically, nodding to Jared when he was ready for him to use the feather Bryce had given him. He attacked the soles of her feet with it while Bryce concentrated on her sweet pussy, pushing her legs apart and working his hands closer and closer to her most sensitive areas without actually touching them.
“Need to come,” she muttered drowsily. “Make me come, Bryce.”
“Oh no you don’t!” He slapped her hand away when she tried to touch herself. “Much as I’d like to watch you bring yourself off, now isn’t the time. Just behave and let us decide what’s best for you.”
“You’re such a tease,” she complained, sighing dramatically.
“And you love it.”
Bryce kissed her oily belly button while Jared tortured her inner thighs with the feather. They worked in tandem, a perfectly oiled machine in all respects, driving her increasingly wild as they took her to the brink and then backed off. Bryce rolled her onto her side and lay facing her, nipping and biting at her pretty nipples while Jared rimmed her anus with a semi-extended claw.
“What are you—”
“Shush.” Bryce brushed the hair away from her face and kissed her brow. “Jared’s playing with your ass. Do you like?”
“Hmm, I like.”
“That’s good, baby. Real good.”
At a nod from Bryce, Jared lubed up a butt plug and tried to slide it into Caitlyn. She immediately tensed her muscles against it.
“It’s okay, babe,” Bryce said soothingly. “Let Jared in. He’s gonna make you feel like you’ve gone to heaven.”
Bryce distracted her with kisses, one finger gently rubbing against her clit as Jared tried again. It worked like a charm, and the plug, Bryce could see in the full-length mirror at the side of the bed, slid all the way in.
“There, how does that feel, honey?”
“Different. Nice. I’m not sure. I want to please you, so if you like it—”
“We do, but we don’t want to do anything to you that makes you feel uncomfortable.”
“No, I’m good with it. It feels warm now.”
“It’s filled with oil,” Jared said. “Your body heat warms it and that’s what gives you the glow.”
“It also distends you.” Bryce chuckled. “We’ve got big cocks, even if I do say so myself. Wouldn’t want to hurt you.”
“Need to come,” she grumbled for a second time.
“Sure you do,” Bryce agreed. “But you also have to be punished for asking.”
“Punished how?”
“You’ll see.”
He massaged oil into the cheeks of her ass and then brought his hand down lightly across them. She gasped but held her position. He repeated the process a little harder, this time nudging her clit with the fingers of his opposite hand. When she cried out Bryce knew it wasn’t because he’d hurt her.
“Does it tingle, darlin’?”
“Yes, but in a good way.”
“That’s right. It’s supposed to. Breathe deeply,
roll with it and see what happens.”
He spanked her a little harder and her cries increased. Bryce removed the blindfold. He wanted to gauge her reaction through the expression in her eyes and make sure he didn’t take her too far this first time. He knew without asking that she’d never been spanked before, or had anal sex either, and didn’t want to freak her out.
He needn’t have worried. Her eyes glowed translucent and needy little mews slipped past her lips. Her nipples had solidified, and she moved her hips each time he gave her clit even the most minute attention. She was ready, and so was he. He had been since first setting eyes on her.
Bryce nodded to Jared and pushed Caitlyn onto her back.
“Hold your arms above your head and spread them wide,” he ordered.
When she complied, Bryce shackled each wrist independently, tying the chains holding them to hooks at the top of the bed. He then gently attached clamps to her nipples. At the end of the chain was a third clamp intended for her clit.
“You sure she can take that?” Jared pheromoned.
“I reckon she’ll feel shortchanged if we don’t give her the chance.”
“It’s your party, buddy.”
“Yeah, and you know what I need you to do.”
Jared snorted. “When don’t you?”
“Those clamps feel okay on your tits?” Bryce asked her.
“Hmm, wonderful.”
“Then let’s see what you make of this one.”
Bryce attached the final clamp to her clit, and she screamed when he tugged lightly on the chain. “That’s…well, it’s unbelievable,” she said, her eyes huge with expectation.
Bryce shared a smug glance with Jared that said I told you so.
“You’re incredible.” Bryce leaned over her, tugging gently on the chain and kissing her at the same time. “So responsive, so adventurous, so every damned thing.”
“Hmm.”
“But now, this guy needs to see some action,” he said, rubbing the tip of his cock across her belly, his voice a husky purr.
She smiled and licked her lips, her eyes fixed on the stud piercing his cock. “Sounds good to me.”
“You like the idea of that little ol’ stud rubbing inside your sweet pussy?”
“I won’t be asking you to remove it.”
Bryce growled, pushed her legs farther apart and settled between them. As he did so he felt lube trickling over his buttocks and grinned as Jared worked it into his ass. He knew he’d be lubing up his own cock as well, ready to take Bryce while he fucked their mate at the same time. They’d talked about this often, and Bryce had always been adamant that he’d be the meat in the middle of the sandwich the first time he got it on with their woman. He’d always kind of assumed she’d be up for it, and it seemed he’d been right about that.
“Look in the mirror, darlin’,” he said as he hovered over her cunt and Jared came up behind him, grabbed his hips and held his cock against his butt.
She did so and gasped. “Jared’s going to fuck you while you fuck me?”
“That’s right. You ever see two men doing the deed before?”
“No, but Chantal said it’s a real turn-on.”
Bryce chuckled. “Let’s see if she’s right about that.”
Bryce leaned in for another kiss, feeding from her sweet lips as he sank his throbbing cock into a woman for the first time in his eighty-year life. It felt so goddamned wonderful that he wanted to laugh aloud. Instead he simply went with the flow, sending his mate loving glances, adoring the way she surrendered herself to him with such complete faith in his abilities to deliver. Her hands were shackled, her tits and clit clamped, and Bryce’s cock was now completely buried inside her, just as Jared’s was inside him. Hell, the wait had been worth it!
“You okay?” he asked, thrusting a little deeper and closing his eyes as Jared moved in perfect harmony with him, causing a riot of sensations to burn and intensify.
“More than okay. You guys rock my world. And you’re right about that stud. I’ve never felt so sensitive inside before.”
“You ready to come for me, sugar?”
Without waiting for a response, Bryce picked up the pace. Caitlyn moaned as she moved with him, her features twisted into an expression of deep, sensual abandonment. He could sense the heat building inside her as shivers of liquid excitement robbed Bryce of the ability to extend this scene. He was desperate, and when Jared slapped his ass each time he withdrew it was almost enough to make him shoot his load before Caitlyn had even come. He’d never hear the end of it if that happened. Jared would rib him about it for decades.
“Oh no you don’t!” he said aloud, driving himself harder into Caitlyn and tugging on the chain connecting the clamp to her clit.
That was all it took. He felt her muscles close around him and her sheath spasm.
“Bryce, I’m gonna—”
“Of course you are, babe. Let it fly.”
Her skin slick with perspiration and massage oil, Caitlyn closed her eyes and screamed his name as her orgasm hit. Bryce desperately wanted her to finish before he came himself, but Jared, the bastard, was laughing aloud as he worked his ass like a man on a mission. That, combined with the sight of Caitlyn in the throes of what was clearly an earth-moving climax, was too much for him. With a guttural moan, he shot his load deep inside her, gasping and laughing in turn as pleasure spangled and his entire body vibrated with the release of his pent-up frustrations. His only saving grace was that Jared couldn’t hold it either and came at exactly the same time.
As soon as Bryce was able to move, he removed the clamps from Caitlyn and carried her through to their shower, kissing her the entire time.
“You okay?” he asked yet again. “We didn’t hurt you?”
“Not nearly enough,” she replied, touching his face with one hand and Jared’s with the other. “Seems this guy is regaining his strength already.”
“No question,” Jared said, leaning in for a kiss.
“So Rafe and the others weren’t exaggerating,” Bryce said. “Recovery really is instantaneous.”
“Yeah,” Jared agreed, “but I figure we need to keep up the treatment, just to be sure.”
Chapter Twelve
For the next twelve hours, Caitlyn didn’t leave their bed. The guys refused to let her, serving her meals to her there and sometimes using her body as a table. They scooped fruit from her abdomen with their tongues and passed it to her with their lips, licking the juice from whichever part of her it happened to drip on. Each time she thought about the places they’d spread whipped cream, just so they could lick it off again, she felt instantly turned on. She’d lost count of how many orgasms they’d given her in various inventive ways, but she was still greedy for more.
But that had come later. Before that, following their shower, the three of them slept for a while, Caitlyn sandwiched between their bodies, feeling safe, loved and protected. She shared a glance between her two slumbering hunks and her heart swelled with happiness. How did she get to be so lucky? Were days allowed to be this good?
Her cell phone was on the nightstand beside the bed. Fully charged, it hadn’t rung yet. She hoped it wouldn’t for a while longer. Much as she worried about Mia’s safety, the longer the wait for her call, the more time Jared would have to recover his strength. The change in him had been instantaneous. She could see the return of his strength in the way he carried himself—shoulders back, authority radiating from his every pore, marking the definition of the power peculiar to an alpha cheetah. He was alive, vibrant, and totally in control. It gave her a great feeling of empowerment to know that she’d been responsible for the transformation.
They spent the night alternately sleeping, making love, and making plans. Jared was insatiable, Bryce barely less so, but all three of them knew that Jared was a priority. Caitlyn’s body was sore—but pleasantly so—from responding to his increasingly wild demands for sex in positions she hadn’t realized were humanly impossible.
“Doesn’t do to take risks,” Jared said, grinning as he made love to her for the third time in four hours.
“No chance of that in your case,” Bryce quipped, his hand running lazily down the length of Caitlyn’s side as Jared fucked her from behind.
They kept hinting at more to come, at something special they’d share when the time was right. They wouldn’t tell her what, but she knew it wouldn’t happen until after the confrontation with Salter. Since she didn’t want to spoil the mood by referring to that horrible necessity, she asked no further questions.
The three of them were dozing after another energetic bout of lovemaking at about seven the following evening when her phone finally rang. The shrill sound jolted her awake. Jared and Bryce sat up, their expressions alert and wary.
“Answer it,” Jared said, picking up the phone and handing it to her.
“The number’s withheld,” she said, checking the screen. “It must be them.”
With a shaking hand, Caitlyn pressed the button to answer. “Hello,” she said.
“Caitlyn,” replied a tiny voice. “It’s Mia.”
“Mia, where are you, honey? I’ve been going out of my mind. What happened?”
“I’m not sure. I don’t remember much.” Caitlyn wasn’t surprised to hear it. The guys had warned her that would most likely be the case. “I’m in a hotel.”
“Where?”
“Somewhere called Tarpon Springs.”
Exactly as the guys had predicted. Caitlyn had studied the local map and knew that Tarpon Springs was a Greek community at the top of the string of barrier islands along this part of the Floridian coast. It was an hour’s drive from Impulse.
“Are you on your own, honey?”
A pause. “Yes. I’ve got no money, nothing.” Caitlyn sensed that she was struggling not to cry. “Can you come and get me? I don’t know who else to ask.”
“Of course I can, sweetheart, but it’ll take me a few hours to get there.” It wouldn’t, but that was what the guys had told her to say. “Can you hold on until then?”
“Yes, just hurry. I feel strange.”
“I’ll get there as fast as I can. Give me the name of your hotel.”
