A Mate for the Alpha and His Brothers [The Cat Burglars 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Cara Adams

  Now she really did giggle. “I’ve never climbed a pole in my life and know nothing about pole dancing. You’d better dance for me instead.”

  Brayden handed her a sheer dress and microscopic pair of panties. “That’s your costume. Go and get dressed and then entertain us, slave girl.”

  She bowed her head. “Yes, Masters. But you’ll appreciate the entertainment much better if you take off all those hot, confining clothes.”

  She went into the bathroom and put on the costume. She’d need to dance in the outfit to keep warm. The fabric was sheer and barely there. It’d been a very long time since her high school gymnastics classes. She’d better hope she didn’t fall and break something or sprain her muscles. Hmm. Maybe staying on the ground and dancing would be a smarter idea.

  Next she went over to the counter and Amory’s laptop. She looked through YouTube until she found a bright and popular song she thought she could dance to and clicked on it. Then she stood in front of the men, who arranged themselves facing the pole, and began dancing. As she danced, she remembered a routine she’d done in high school. It was so long ago she was surprised her body remembered it, but she danced around the men and trailed her fingers over their heads and thighs as she completed the old routine.

  Favian was naked, his cock standing up very much like the metal pole in the room. Amory was fully dressed, and Brayden threw off his shirt as soon as she began dancing.

  That’s an idea. Maybe I can encourage them to strip.

  Elsie deliberately exaggerated the wiggle of her hips and the shaking of her booty. She became a lot more adventurous in the way she touched them and where she touched them, including brushing her breasts against their arms as she danced past them.

  She straddled Brayden’s legs and unbuckled his belt, petting his belly as she did, and then moved to Favian, stroking over his naked pecs and abs, letting her body just barely touch him. When she reached Amory, she unbuttoned his shirt and petted his chest before hurrying away and clicking re-play on the song. The last thing she needed was for it to end and go to an advertisement or something.

  Then she made love to the pole twisting and twining her body around it, but staying on the ground. She wasn’t going to fall flat on her face if she could help it.

  “Come here,” ordered Amory.

  She said, “Only if I can take off your clothing.”

  “You can try.”

  “A challenge.”

  Instead, she went to Brayden, encouraging him to slide out of his jeans and stroking the insides of his thighs, before moving to Amory and pulling his shirt off his arms. He put his hands on his hips, and she knew he wanted her to attempt to remove his jeans. Ignoring him, she went to Favian, trailing her fingers over his muscular thighs, coming closer and closer to his cock but never touching it, before turning to Brayden again.

  The three men pounced on her, tugging the flimsy top off over her head and pulling the tiny panties down her legs so fast their movements were a blur.

  “Now, slave, you will do as we command you. Kneel at our feet,” ordered Amory.

  Hiding her grin, Elsie slid to her knees, keeping her gaze lowered. It seemed they were about to play Dom and sub properly this time.

  Chapter Eight

  Elsie remained perfectly still. This was just like a game of chess. It was up to her to decide when to push them—attack—and when to submit to them—defense. Except that, in this game, it wasn’t about winning the match but about deciding how much punishment she was willing to risk and how much pleasure she would receive. Already her cunt was wet at the thought of their heavy hands on her ass spanking her.

  But she would still endeavor to entice Amory into undressing. He was too serious and solemn. In the bedroom he needed to let himself go and play. Already she, Brayden, and Favian were removing some of the heavy workload from him as Alpha, giving him time to concentrate on the important decisions to be made instead of completing ordinary paperwork tasks. With a little more time and freedom now, he needed to be encouraged to give himself permission to play.

  She was more than ready to demonstrate to him the benefits to body and spirit when play was part of his life.

  She heard some movement and guessed they were shifting the furniture, but she didn’t look up. She’d find out quite soon what they were doing, and she wasn’t ready to be spanked just yet. Her ass would get sore fast enough, and she needed to save herself for battles she wanted to win. Or lose.

  “Come and give me a lap dance, slave,” ordered Favian.

  Elsie kept her face expressionless as she stood up and looked at the men. They were sitting on chairs, in a row but slightly separated, possibly so she could walk between them. She’d never done a lap dance, but wiggling her boobs and her shaking her booty would likely work.

  She danced over to them, raising her arms and wiggling her hips in her best imitation of a slave girl. She stood in front of them, gradually turning so they could see her ass, continually swiveling and wiggling her hips, and then gradually she bent forward, her legs apart, to give them a full view of her assets. Still facing away from them, Elsie danced her way to the side of the room, moving in a circle to come back and finish in front of Favian, leaning over him so her breasts were close to his mouth. She wasn’t tall enough for them to be exactly right, but it was the best she could manage.

  She must have done all right because he gripped his cock and looked ready to explode any minute.

  “Kiss me,” ordered Brayden.

  She danced across to him and gave the merest brush of her lips across his before dancing away again and remaining out of reach.

  He waited patiently, assuming she’d come back, and when she didn’t, he complained, “Dammit that wasn’t a kiss. Get back here and do it properly.”

  Now she knew how far she could push them before getting a response. This time she moved behind him and leaned over him, pressing her breasts against his muscular back and kissing his cheek. Once again she slipped away before he could touch her. This time she went and leaned against the pole, doing her best imitation of sexy, with one leg straight and the other bent at the knee so she was resting on her toes, one hand on her hip and her breasts thrust forward.

  It was a surprisingly difficult position to hold, she discovered.

  Amory was next. She thought he would be the test. He was still fully dressed, apart from his shirt, but the bulge in the front of his jeans proved he was just as aroused as his brothers.

  “Lie across my knee so I can spank you for your deliberate disobedience,” he ordered her in his Dom voice.

  Well, he wasn’t even going to try to play the game. She’d have to teach him how to play.

  She stretched languidly, extending her arms above her head and rising onto her toes before wiggling and jiggling her body back down again. Then she pouted. “But you aren’t even undressed yet. How can we play when you’re all stuffy and boring and still wearing your jeans and boots?”

  Favian snorted and coughed, and Brayden said, “She makes a valid point, brother,” in a laughing tone.

  “Do you dare to disobey your Master?” Amory thundered.

  “Of course not, Master. I’m merely pointing out that it’s very difficult for your humble slave to arouse you and carry out your wishes when your body is covered by so many layers of fabric.”

  This time Favian laughed outright, and so did Brayden. Amory’s face went red, and she thought he might really be cross, but then he smiled.

  “Oh wicked, disobedient slave, come and undress me then if that’s what you want.”

  Happily she hurried across the room and unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. He thrust his hips out at her, so she used her new blowjob skills to suck his cock deep into her mouth before tugging his jeans down and kneeling to remove his boots so she could pull his jeans right off him.

  While she was doing that, Favian and Brayden took the mattresses off the bunks and laid them on the floor. But Amory sat down on the chair again and drag
ged her over his knee, face down.

  “You’re a very disobedient slave,” he said, running his big hand down her back.

  “You would be much happier and more relaxed if you loosened up and played more,” she replied.

  “If you mated us, you would always be in our bed, so I’d have a reason to stop working and come home and be with you.”

  “I’m already living in your apartment. You should want to come home and see me and your brothers anyway,” she parried.

  Elsie was glad she was face down. This was just like a chess match. He advanced a pawn, and she moved the challenge from herself to him. She could play this game for hours and never lose.

  The secret grin was wiped off her face when he lifted her leg up and buried his face in her pussy and bit her clit.

  “Hey, dammit, no biting,” she said.

  He pulled her upright and said, “You have to learn to trust us. I didn’t use my fangs. I would never make you pregnant without your consent.”

  She was relieved that there was a difference between biting and biting with fangs, but she did trust them not to impregnate her without her consent. She shivered, wondering what a fang sliding into her delicate pussy lips would feel like, and then shook her head. She ought to have remained silent and demonstrated that she trusted him. She did know better.

  “I’m sorry. I do trust you. I was just surprised.”

  He flipped her over again and spanked her ass heavily, accentuating each slap with his words. “You…must…learn…to…leave…the…thinking…to…us. Your…only…task…is…to…obey. Do…you…understand?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  His spanks became even heavier, landing flat on her ass and sending heat and pain racing through her entire body.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  Her body was rolled over, and Amory grabbed her wrists, stretching her arms out above her head.

  “Our duty is to protect you and care for you always. But more than that, it’s an honor and a privilege. Your only task is to trust us to always put you first. Can you do this?”

  “Yes, I can, Master.”

  “Good. We will solve the problem of Lutterworth. Trust me when I say this,” said Amory.

  “Are you ready to fuck us now?” asked Favian.

  “Hell yes.”

  “Are you sure you wouldn’t like to be heated up a little more?” Brayden pinched her nipple.

  Elsie’s cunt was already full of cream. Her hot, sore ass had ignited a fire inside her that made her long for their cocks once more. But as soon as Brayden touched her, she wanted them to tease her some more as well.

  It’s lucky there are three of them. I don’t think I could ever be satisfied with just one man again.

  Elsie arched her back, pressing her breasts up into Brayden’s hands as he pinched both nipples again. Favian was stroking her belly, rubbing circles around her navel, making her wish he’d drop his hand just a little lower. Amory leaned over and kissed her lips. She opened her mouth and let him inside, as his tongue explored every inch of her mouth. His tongue traveled behind her teeth, across the roof of her mouth, and then he fucked her firmly until she gripped his tongue with her own to dance and tangle and teach him how to play.

  Over these next few months, until they mated each other formally, she would learn to obey, and Amory could learn to relax.

  “Come. It’s time,” said Brayden, picking her up and carrying her over to the mattresses. He placed her on the pile of blankets and kneeled at her feet, lifting her leg up high and stretching it right out.

  She blinked at him and then at Amory, who did the same thing with her other leg.

  Favian held up a jar of lube and slathered it all around her pussy entry and then around her ass. Elsie thought it would have been easier for them to open her ass if she was lying on her front, but at least this way she got to watch them.

  Amory pushed more bedding under her butt, raising it higher as the bundle of blankets was pulled from elsewhere to balance her ass and lower back on.

  Amory and Brayden rested her feet on their shoulders as Favian began preparing her ass.

  “One day we’ll fist you. One day, instead of just putting our fingers and our cocks inside your cunt and your ass, we’ll put our entire hand inside you. It’s extreme, but it’ll send you screaming into a world-class orgasm,” Favian promised.

  “You already give me world-class orgasms.”

  “Fisting will be even better,” promised Amory.

  Suddenly all she could think of was a man’s hand deep inside her body, twisting and turning and sending her higher and higher. “Do it,” she said.

  “What?” asked Brayden.

  “Haven’t you been paying attention? Fist me now.”

  Amory gripped her chin and stared into her eyes. “Are you sure?”

  Elsie gulped at the deep passion and need in his dark gray eyes hiding under imposing thick brown eyebrows, the need to possess her this way. “I’m sure, Masters.”

  Amory shuffled past her body and lifted her head and shoulders onto his lap. Brayden moved up and took control of her leg while Favian held up his hand and the lube.

  “Watch. First it’s important to coat my hand completely with oil, as well as lubing all the muscles around your cunt entry.”

  Elsie watched as Favian slathered cream on his fingers, hand, and wrist and then pushed huge scoops of it inside her cunt, rubbing her entry and the walls beside the entry with the cool gel. She could feel her tissues stretch and relax, just as they did when the men’s cocks were inside her. She also felt her own cream release at the thought of a hand in her innermost core, touching her deep inside.

  Favian slid his fingers inside her, massaging her tissues as he went, while Amory possessed her lips with his, kissing her with so much passion she shook with his desire as well as her own.

  Then Brayden’s palms cupped her breasts, and his fingers stretched and pinched her nipples.

  It was like playing a complicated chess match. So much was happening at once it was hard for her to itemize all the various aspects of it. Amory’s kisses, Brayden’s petting her breasts, and Favian’s fingers going deeper and deeper inside her cunt.

  She felt pressure and stretching, but it wasn’t pain. It was too hard to concentrate anyway when Amory and Brayden were doing such an excellent job of distracting her. And then Favian’s hand was inside her. He rubbed the heel of his hand against one wall of her channel while stroking his fingers up and down the other wall. Then he closed his hand and twisted his wrist from side to side.

  It was too much. The most erotic experience she’d ever felt. Too intense, too all consuming.

  Elsie opened her mouth to scream her release to the world as the orgasm blasted through her body. Amory gripped her head and tilted it back as Brayden filled her mouth with his cock, leaning over her body, forcing her to take it all the way down. “I love you,” he whispered.

  Elsie’s scream became a muffled moan, and she covered her teeth as her body shook and shook as she came harder than she’d ever come in her life before, even with these three men.

  For a long moment she couldn’t see or think, and she certainly wasn’t sucking Brayden. His cock was just a giant lollipop filling her mouth. She wanted to say that she loved them all, too, but her brain and her mouth weren’t working properly yet. Favian slid his hand out of her cunt, and Amory and Brayden moved away from her. She felt a huge sense of loss as Favian’s hand was removed, and a smaller, but still real, sense of loss as Brayden pulled his cock out of her mouth. And then Amory’s fingers were in her ass, sliding gel around the entry, pumping fiercely hard, demanding her to open to him. He scissored his fingers hard and fast, smearing lube against her walls, forcing her body to accept him.

  That was when Elsie’s brain refocused and she realized that watching her being fisted had been as erotic for the men as for her, but none of them had come yet.

  When Amory slammed his cock int
o her ass, it burned all the way down, but it also felt damn good. He pressed his lips to her neck, saying, “My love. My mate.”

  After the shock of Favian taking his hand out of her cunt, being filled again was perfect. Amory rolled them onto their sides, and Favian was back, sliding his cock into her cunt. She gripped him happily, pleased to have him inside her once more.

  Amory rolled them again so Favian was on the bottom of the pile and tugged her onto her hands and knees.

  “Suck me,” said Brayden.

  She did her best, but this wasn’t the ideal position. It didn’t seem to matter, though, because all four of them were so aroused the dynamics of the fucking was almost irrelevant. The three men pumped into her cunt, her ass, her mouth simultaneously, and it took all Elsie’s willpower to remain on her hands and knees as they alternately filled her beyond full, stretching her ass, her cunt, and her mouth wide and then pulling out, leaving her to take a breath and anticipate the excitement of their immediate return.

  Again and again the three men thrust up into her and out again, faster, harder, until she was moaning around Brayden’s cock, desperate for the new orgasm building inside her. Fingers pinched her nipples and her clit. Brayden pushed his cock deep down the back of her throat again, and Elsie groaned as she tried to grip it properly.

  Then she came again. Not as hard as from the fisting but just as fulfilling as the three men inside her exploded cum in her cunt, her ass, and her mouth all at the same time as she did.

  Actually it was much more fulfilling because they all came. Her fisting climax was earth shattering, but it had been just her. This climax was better because it was all of them together. A family, just as they would officially become in summer when she mated them. “I love you, all so much. I’m so glad we’re together,” she said.

  THE END

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