Back at the Ranch [The Tigers of Texas 10] (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting)

by Em Ashcroft

  His chest swelled against her breasts as he breathed, bringing her down to sit on his thighs. “Kneel. Then you can control our fucking.”

  “Yes.” This time she kissed him, needing the touch of his lips. He drove his tongue deep, entering her mouth as steadily as they had joined their bodies.

  “Tu es à moi,” he murmured against her mouth.

  “What does that mean?”

  “Mine,” he growled, pulling her down on to him.

  He filled her completely. Her gasp didn’t stop him. He gripped her waist and guided her up then down. She didn’t need prompting twice. With her knees on the bed, she could move, hold herself steady for his thrusts up into her and plunge down if she wanted more.

  Such a powerful man had given her control, let her use him any way she wanted. And she did. While he held her steady, she leaned back, changing the angle of entry. Releasing her with one hand, he shoved his hand between them and down. Pinching her clit sent shots of ecstasy forking through her, from her cunt to the top of her head. Prickling heat curved around her, urging her to move faster, harder.

  Her breath came in short, staccato bursts, and her breasts abraded the rough hair on his chest with every stroke, adding new tingles to her already sensitized body. A low cry began in her chest, and she opened her mouth, releasing it in a long, loud moan.

  “Yes, that’s it, bébé, let it all out. Let me hear you.”

  He kissed her breasts, sucking them as he worked her clit. But every time she neared her climax, he eased off. His cock was grazing her sweet spot with every stroke now. Her skin prickled, her pussy soaking him in her juice. The sound of their fucking echoed around the room. He held her steady, letting her lean back against his spread hand.

  His eyes half closed, the heavy-lidded sensuality gleaming at her, urging her without words. The vivid blue had receded, and dark midnight met her gaze when he flicked his lids open before tipping his head back once more.

  She panted, so close, and ground her cunt down on him, his balls crushed between his legs and her body.

  With a growl, he tipped her. The world spun around her until he laid her on the pillows, coming down to force his cock into her, until she howled with need for him.

  This time he gave her no mercy. Not that she wanted any. The first quivers of her climax rippled over his flesh, and then her channel clamped around him. He gritted his teeth, a lock of hair dropping over his forehead to be caught by the beads of sweat gathered there.

  She came so violently it almost hurt, teetering on the edge of pleasure-pain. Holding his body up, leaning on his palms, which he planted either side of her, he pumped and ground into her. He forced through her spasms, driving her to howling, instant response.

  His growl erupted from his throat as he came, pulses of cum jetting out, destroying any attempt at restraint. Arching her back, she slammed her groin against his until he collapsed over her, their heated bodies sliding together in mutual joy.

  Chapter Nine

  Quietly, Blade let himself into the apartment. All was quiet, although he sensed the presence of his breed partner and his lover. For hours he’d thought of little else, pushing himself to fly straight home and land safely. The news he bore wasn’t good, but he still expected to hear something soon.

  Now he needed to sleep and wake refreshed.

  But his bedroom was empty. The comforter was tossed carelessly over the sheets, exactly as they’d left them. She was here, so where was she?

  As soon as the question sprang up in his mind, he knew the answer.

  Leaving his room, he walked quietly up the hallway and opened the door to Renaud’s room.

  Moonlight streamed through the window, sending a bar of silvery light across the bed where two bodies lay in deep sleep. Blade took a moment to enjoy the sight. She’d accepted Renaud as she’d had him. Now she had both of them in the palms of her sweet hands, and Blade couldn’t be happier about that. As he’d gone from border control to border control, he’d had her in the depths of his mind, reliving their night together and anticipating more.

  That started tonight. The digital clock on the nightstand read three a.m. That meant there was plenty of night left. If they hadn’t exhausted each other before he got there. Blade began to slide off his clothes, breathing deep, the scent of sex heavy in the air.

  As he pulled off his jeans, Renaud opened his eyes. His breed partner always woke like that—instantly and immediately. A smile curled his lips, but he said nothing, just watched Blade strip and go to the other side of the bed.

  Blade winked and climbed between the sheets, the fine cotton sliding with cool welcome across his skin. That alone made him groan softly with relief. Home and bed had never been so welcome. Thankful for the king-sized beds both of them had invested in, nevertheless his thoughts drifted to the even larger bed upstairs, the one in the room they kept for their breedmate.

  He would have to remind Renaud that Thea might not be that person. Blade didn’t want to commit. If he married, he couldn’t stray, ever. He knew that if he made promises, he would keep them. A part of him panicked, as it always did when he recalled how neatly his parents had nearly trapped Renaud and himself. He didn’t have to ask Renaud now to know he would have used protection. Renaud knew how he felt about finding a breed partner.

  No, not yet. Maybe not ever.

  His one concession had been to allow Renaud to set up the breedmate room upstairs. But there was no reason they couldn’t use it with another woman. Thea, for instance.

  Yes, there was. That would encourage Renaud to think he had succeeded, that he’d finally found a woman Blade wouldn’t be able to resist. Although, as he watched Thea lost in sleep, his determination wavered. One lock of dark hair curved around her chin, and silky strands clung to the pillow, stark against the ivory fabric. Under the comforter, her breasts moved rhythmically as she breathed. Her cheeks were flushed, her hand draped above her head, the fingers curled into her palm.

  Renaud was turned toward her, sharing the same pillow, his arm around her waist under the sheets, his leg pressed between hers.

  Elle est magnifique.

  Yes she is. Blade grinned. Renaud tended to get more French when high emotion took him, in this case passion. Blade had to learn French in a hurry when his breed partner had turned up. At the time, Renaud’s English was as bad as Blade’s French. They’d spoken in mind-pictures and hand signals for half a year. They still did that sometimes today. It proved useful. Like now, but he didn’t have to be an expert to interpret Renaud’s thumbs-up signal.

  Turning over, he ran his hand down her body, reacquainting himself with her.

  She shivered and came awake. Unlike Renaud, she blinked a few times and rubbed her eyes in the way children did. Enchanted, Blade watched, and when her velvety brown eyes finally focused on him, he said, “Hello, darlin’,” and kissed her.

  Halfway through the kiss, her body froze under his hands. Aha, she was remembering. Her eyes shot open, wide and fully awake this time, and she jerked away, colliding with Renaud’s body. He’d turned toward her, and Blade would bet the farm his cock had woken up with his body.

  But they had to go carefully. This woman was unused to shape-shifter ways, and she was far from promiscuous, so her experience with more than one partner at a time would be nil. So he let her go, instead of chasing her across the bed, and waited for her response.

  Her squeak when she came into contact with Renaud was so cute he wanted to reach for her and cover her with kisses, treat her right and treat her sweet. But he also wanted to fuck her into oblivion, so there was that.

  “I…I…” She trailed off, her face scarlet.

  “You?” Renaud prompted helpfully.

  “Didn’t we both warn you this might happen?” Blade said softly.

  She rallied. “Did you discover anything? Did you get him?”

  Regretfully, Blade shook his head. “But he won’t get over the border legally. We had enough to put a warrant out for him.”r />
  “I see.” She opened her mouth again, and Blade could tell she was rushing into business to avoid the current situation.

  “No, darlin’,” he said as Renaud snaked out an arm and held her fast. “We’re not getting into that now. We’re getting into something else.” He cupped her chin gently in one hand. “Do you want this? Think about it before you say anything. What is your heart telling you? Go with that. What happens inside this apartment is nobody’s business but ours.”

  It took everything he had not to pull her to him and kiss her into submission. He wanted her, and now that he knew Renaud was here, that went double. Hell, ten times. But this decision had to be hers. For however long she thought she had them, she had another think coming. He wasn’t done with her yet.

  “I’m not used to this.” She caught her bottom lip between her teeth. So plump and tempting, like those magnificent breasts he longed to worship. Their shadowy shapes swelled against him, nearly touching him, a potent temptation he wouldn’t resist for much longer.

  “But…okay.”

  Renaud kissed the back of her shoulders. “So good,” he crooned. “You are too good to waste, bébé. And you’re ours. Let us guide you. If you don’t want something, then say so.”

  “Y-yes.”

  That was good enough for Blade. His hands on her shoulders, he went in for the kiss he’d been longing to take. Drawing her close, he pillaged her mouth, plunging his tongue inside to claim her.

  With her satin skin against his, Blade knew what heaven felt like. Her response to his kiss was eager, probably a bit overmuch. Now that she’d decided to take this chance, she went at him like she had a plane to catch and was running out of time. He eased her, stroked her flank, as if calming an anxious horse, from breasts to hips and back again and then cupped her ass. Such a gorgeous ass. When he touched her tiny opening, gently circled it with the tip of his forefinger, she made an “Mmm” into his mouth. She liked it.

  Since Blade had opened his mind to his breed partner, Renaud knew what he was doing. The sound of the nightstand drawer opening came dimly to his ears, so he distracted Thea. He deepened the kiss before he finished it and kissed down her throat, to the little hollow at the base. Delicate and sweet, a spot made just for his tongue.

  He explored her anew, discovering her satiny skin, her soft, full curves, tasting and exploring, slowly but surely driving her up to the place where he wanted her. Behind them, Renaud was doing the same. They shared her breasts, one each, caressing and tasting. When Blade sucked her nipple, Renaud tweaked and tickled the other one, and their hands slid down her body to touch and tease. First Blade tickled her clit then Renaud, taking turns to drive her insane, each with their own technique but combining to drive her wild.

  Renaud’s need for her burned through Blade, pushing him to fever pitch. Sweeping a finger through her pussy juice, he tasted it, needing everything she had to give. Her waist curved sweetly, a perfect place for his hands when he rolled onto his back and took her with him. Her eyes widened, but the edge of fear had gone. Good. He never, ever wanted her afraid in his bed again. Just turned on and wanting him. And, of course, Renaud.

  Knowing his breed partner was here, that they would watch each other taking Thea, was enough to drive him to the brink of insanity, which was new. They’d shared women before, although he couldn’t remember any of them right now. There was only her and the here and now.

  “If I don’t fuck you soon, I’m going to explode,” he groaned. Although he wanted to take his time, he’d been thinking about her all the way home, and he couldn’t wait any longer.

  “Put me in you. Put it where you want it, Thea.” Even her name had his cock growing a little harder. He partially shape-shifted, not enough to make a visual difference but to enhance his senses. He smelled her arousal, her feminine musk surrounding them with sensual need. He heard the little sounds she was making deep in her throat, although he doubted she was aware of the sweet little whimpers. Right now she was thinking of nothing but sex, and that was exactly the way it should be. Sex with him and with his breed partner. No one else, ever.

  The intensity of that last thought knocked Blade sideways. How could he be thinking that way? Ever? He didn’t have an “ever” in his life. Nothing was permanent. Nothing stayed the same.

  He’d do well to remember that.

  But that didn’t mean that his cock wasn’t hard or that he needed this woman unlike any other. That part he’d take and make sure she had a good time. The best.

  He loved that when he lifted her, he had an armful of woman, soft in all the right places, not a stick he was afraid of breaking. Slowly, showing off a little, he brought her down. She landed on her knees, one on either side of his needy body, and his cock kissed her clit in welcome.

  “Hello,” he said softly and cupped her neck, bringing her down for a kiss. As their tongues met, he slid down her cunt, bathing his cockhead in her juices and notched it in her. Only slightly, although he was so hard he could ram through a concrete wall with it.

  Her scent changed, something he wouldn’t have noticed if he was wholly human. It deepened and strengthened, becoming more earthy. Briefly he felt Renaud at her cunt, collecting her juices, and linked with him. He was gently circling her ass, had been for some time. He had lube by his side, and he was already sheathed. Either Renaud would have her ass, or he’d take her after Blade.

  He knew better than to ask her. He would assume she was fine until he sensed that she wasn’t. Her eyes were slumberous, but sparks of alertness showed him what she was feeling—she wanted him, and right now, he was the center of her concentration. Although she felt what Renaud was doing, it wasn’t impinging on her consciousness.

  Blade reached down and held his cock, pushing the head into her. Or, rather, sliding. So easy, until he met the slight resistance her tight hole caused. Closing his eyes, he held her steady and let her finish the job.

  His eyes rolled back in his head. Silk and heat, so perfect. “So good.” She devastated him. “You are so fucking sexy.”

  “You got that right,” Renaud murmured, still working her gently.

  She moved, and his world fell apart. Holding her gaze, he worked her, thrusting up into her, every stroke finding its mark. She flinched, then inside, she clasped him tightly, sliding up and down his shaft, each time she accepted him wetter and hotter.

  Her breasts grazed his chest, her stiff, hard nipples little points of arousal. She cried out, and quivers of an orgasm ripped along his solid flesh. Not enough. Not nearly enough.

  “Oh!”

  Connecting with Renaud, Blade discovered why she’d cried out. He’d pushed a couple of fingers inside her and was busy working on widening her asshole. Renaud kept him there, letting him know what he was doing.

  Blade fucked Thea steadily, bringing her up, but not with lightning-fast flashes. He needed to keep her busy because he’d keep to his promise when he’d told her that nothing would hurt her. Nothing at all.

  “You’re responding so well, bébé.” Renaud had four fingers in there now, and he was rotating them, easing her wide enough to take him without problem.

  Lube dropped onto Blade’s balls, the cool shock giving him a spurt of extra sensation. His anticipation increased. “You see how excited this makes me, darlin’? Look at me, feel me inside you, fucking you. You’re ours. For tonight, nothing else exists.”

  She nodded, dark hair slipping over her shoulders to tease his chest.

  Renaud pulled out of her, and Blade brought her down for a kiss. That would push her ass in the air and make it easier for Renaud to get inside her.

  His breed partner knelt up behind her, holding his lubed cock to her tiny hole. Blade drew out, just leaving the tip of his cock in her, but continued to kiss her.

  Renaud pushed in, so slowly, stopping every time she flinched or moaned. Both men murmured reassuring words and praise into her head, their telepathy combining to persuade her to relax, to accept them. Neither Blade nor Renaud w
ere small men in any way.

  The only thing Blade resented was that Renaud got to take her anal virginity. But he’d had her first, so he supposed that was fair.

  Both men were inside her now. Renaud tried some shallow strokes. Blade felt her cunt tighten as Renaud entered, but they both still had room. Holding his hand out, he felt Renaud squeeze some lube out onto his fingers. He brought it down, rubbed it over his cock, wet though it was with Thea’s pussy juice.

  Then he thrust back in. And went out of his fucking mind.

  Finishing the kiss, he gazed into her eyes, smiling. “I’m so fucking proud of you. You’re driving me crazy, woman. This feels so good, and I know you’re enjoying it. I’m there, in your head, sharing it all. Listen to mine. Listen to Renaud’s. We’re here, and we’re together.”

  Renaud held her hips, thrusting deeper with every stroke. Taking his cue from his breed partner, Blade went back to fucking her but ensured they weren’t both thrusting deep at the same time. Inside his mind, in a place Thea couldn’t access, Renaud was counting like a metronome, keeping them working until they steadied in their rhythm. While Blade longed to pound into her, his care for her overtook any other thought, and what was happening now was sending him to paradise. Tension built in his body, his restraint adding to the exquisite sensations building in him. When he came, he was going to deluge her in cum.

  Then she spoke. “Oh fuck, this is amazing!”

  She liked it. She loved it. Blade loved it, too. As the rhythm became instinctive, he went into it, let it all happen while he concentrated on her. He couldn’t tell if she was coming because her pussy was clenching around him every time he thrust, gripping him tight, making him work for it.

  But not for much longer. Her passion built, and then Blade lost it completely. He soared into space for that breathtaking moment when everything stopped, when the man with wings strapped to his back actually thought he was going to make it, that he could fly.

  He growled, yelled, and then called her name as his cock went off like a rocket, exploding, filling her. Their combined juices bathed them both, emotions sweeping through him as he heard Renaud’s hoarse cry when he, too, came.