Bachelor Auction 1

by U

  Pierce stilled when he felt the light scratch of her fingernails against his cheek. The touch turned into something tender. The pads of her fingers ghosted over his overheated flesh and he let out a moan. He would’ve given anything in that moment to look at her, to take in her face and see where her thoughts led, but he couldn’t tear his gaze away from the road. If he did, he knew he’d cause an accident.

  “So I can request anything I want?” she purred.

  He sucked in a breath when he felt the feather-light touch of her lips against the shell of his ear. Pierce hadn’t even heard her move. His eyelids fluttered and he almost shut his eyes as she flicked the delicate flesh, sending lines of fire down his neck. Her tongue was lightly roughened. He could only imagine feeling her lap at his flesh or explore his cock with that abrasion. Pierce jumped when he felt the weight of her hand on his thigh. Even through his pants he felt the bite of her nails. A whimper formed in his throat and clawed its way out of his mouth as she tightened her hold.

  Pierce didn’t mind being scratched and bitten during sex. The fact that Madison was trying to get the party started with a bit of pain only increased his fever.

  The ride home seemed to take forever. Every streetlight seemed like it was trying to stop him from getting sex. Her hand played along his thigh, moving up and down, getting closer and closer to his crotch but not giving him the attention that he needed. With each pass, his cock jumped and pulsed. Electricity danced along his skin as goose bumps rose. His stomach muscles clenched; sweat drenched his forehead and upper lip. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel, and every inch of his body cried out for him to stop the car, strip off their clothes, and fuck her senseless. His tiger scratched and growled at the wait. All Pierce could do was try to give it some hope that their patience would be rewarded.

  He punched the button on his dashboard to open up the gates and took off as soon as he saw even the smallest opening, almost wrecking the car.

  Pierce nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt the pinch of Madison’s teeth nipping at his ear, sucking the throbbing flesh into her mouth. His thoughts melted as she traced his earlobe, blazed a path down his neck with pinprick bites and quick laps of that roughened tongue.

  He parked the car, undid his belt and hauled her across the console, needing to feel contact with her body. On pure instinct, he took her lips in a crushing, demanding, hurried kiss, trying to pour every bit of what he felt into that contact and promising more.

  He pulled back, heart ramming against his rib cage as he relearned how to take air into his lungs. Pierce slipped his hands into her hair and fisted handfuls of it in a tight grip. He gazed into her eyes. Molten pools of midnight stared back at him, filled with hunger and need.

  “What?” she asked, her voice rough with an edge of anger.

  He tried to grin past the pain of his shaft pressing against his zipper and his tiger roaring in his gut. Pierce swallowed and tried to find the words.

  “Slow down,” he murmured.

  She tried to pull back her head but he kept his hold on her hair.

  “Slow. Down,” he murmured. “We have all night. I’m not going anywhere. Trust me. Plus, I need air. I’m close to coming in my pants if you don’t ease up.”

  Somehow, blood flooded his cheeks even though he was sure that most of his supply was in his pants. He watched her face, trying to see if she was going to bolt.

  Madison narrowed her eyes at him and then glanced down at his lap. He didn’t bother to follow her stare. The tightness in his pants and the pain in his balls were enough to tell him what she’d see.

  “Yes.” He paused and took a deep breath, trying to ignore the throb in his shaft. “I’m hard for you, but I don’t want to rush things.”

  Pierce gave her hair a tug and then let go of the warm, silken tresses. Her musk and need flowed around him, teasing him. He cleared his throat, reached down, and gave himself a hard squeeze to stave off his arousal.

  The wave of need pulled back some, but his tiger wouldn’t be stopped. It shoved forward. He felt the ripple of fur under his skin. A glance down revealed that black stripes were showing under the tanned, weathered skin of his hand. Shit. He gazed over at Madison to find an unreadable look on her face.

  “Are you ready to go inside now?” He prayed he hadn’t blown his chance with her. This was new territory. “This isn’t about your heat cycle, remember that. It’s about you.”

  She glanced at him. “I know that, but it’s difficult to think past my need.” Her shoulders slumped.

  “Let me take care of the worry, love.” He leaned over and kissed her, then opened the car door. Pierce wasn’t going to bother with putting it back in the garage. He’d worry about it in the morning. Right now, Madison was the only thing that mattered.

  Tension hummed in the air, emanating from her in waves. Something was bothering her and he didn’t like it. Was she having bout of self-doubt? There wasn’t any time to think as the rumble of a Aston coming up the drive behind them drew their attention. Ryan was back.

  Pierce got out of his car, rushed around to Madison’s side and helped her out. She gave him a small smile.

  “Thanks.”

  Determination sparkled in her eyes now. Pierce didn’t know what had happened in that small second, but she’d come to a decision of some kind.

  Pierce just bowed, grabbed her hand, and led her up the steps. Some of the heat had abated but it still simmered under his skin. The stripes hadn’t faded away, and he felt the pinches and sparks of pain as the tiger forced its will on his human counterpart. Pierce ignored it as Ryan rushed up behind them and unlocked the door for them.

  Pierce nodded thanks to his friend and pushed on the heavy wood. Lights blazed in the foyer. He left Madison for a moment to punch in the security code and give himself even more time to push his tiger deep down until there was only a few strangled urgings left.

  Pierce turned and looked at Madison, who stood beside Ryan now. His bright, blond head bent as he murmured something to her. There wasn’t even a stirring of jealousy in Pierce or the tiger. Madison was theirs and they knew it. Ryan was just along for the ride.

  “Ready?” Pierce asked the two of them.

  Madison gave Pierce a smile and Ryan glanced up at him, hunger in his eyes along with some darker emotion. Pierce made a mental note to have a talk with him before they started. If Ryan’s head wasn’t in the game and he fucked this up he’d have to rip apart his friend, and he really didn’t want that.

  Ryan gave him a nod, then he took Madison’s right hand in his. Pierce came up to her left side, and they both led her up to Pierce’s suite of rooms. Zoe skittered out to meet them at the top of the stairs. For a moment, Pierce wasn’t sure what to do. Madison left their sides and bent down to rub the cat’s head. She looked her over briefly before the cat rushed off on a tangent as that special brand of feline craziness kicked in. For a moment, Pierce’s own tiger wanted to join in the jaunt, but Pierce forced it to refocus on Madison.

  “Let’s go. She should be fine for the night,” Pierce said.

  Thankfully, Madison didn’t protest, and they continued on to Pierce’s rooms. Rather than go to his main bedroom he entered the guest room next door. He stopped at the entryway with Ryan on Madison’s other side.

  “Now, again, are you sure you want to do this?” He had to make sure that she was truly eager to be at his and Ryan’s mercy.

  “Yes. No backing out. My safe word is Zoe.” She gave him a wry smile, and Pierce could only chuckle.

  “All right then.” He turned the knob and let her precede them into the room.

  Pierce flipped on the lights and shut the door behind them once everyone was inside. Madison gasped and walked further into the space. Pierce had decorated the room with large built-in cabinets. A bed sat in the center of the room, a padded leather spanking bench to the right side.

  Pierce undid his tie and shrugged out of his jacket. Ryan did the same while Madison explored the space
. It wasn’t what one expected of a play area, but it suited his needs. Or rather, it suited his fantasies.

  “You’re the first woman I’ve ever brought here,” he said, as Ryan took off his jacket and tie and hung them up in a closet near the door. “Give Ryan your bag and then take off your dress,” he ordered.

  Heat pumped through Pierce’s body as the words left his lips. Anticipation rushed through his veins as the seconds ticked by. He waited for her to comply.

  Madison’s chin lifted and defiance sparked in her eyes, but she gave Ryan her purse all the same.

  Pierce smiled. He didn’t think this was going to be easy, even though she wanted it.

  Madison reached around to her back and managed to pull down the tab on her dress, before pushing it over her chest and hips. It whispered along her legs and floated to the floor.

  In only stockings, heels, and a lacy bra and thong she was exquisite. She had curves in all the right places. Her breasts large and generous. Pierce was sure they would fill his hands to overflowing. And she had the sort of hips he could hold onto while fucking her from behind.

  The fire came roaring back as his cock jerked and strained against the zipper. His tiger roared and pounced forward, causing him to stumble toward her. Everything in the room faded away as his control shredded to bits. A growl pushed past his lips and echoed around the room. Goose bumps rose on his skin as the sound bounced back at him. Pain lanced his muscles and ripped through his tendons. He clenched his hands. The shift took him as his fingers shortened and his nails lengthened.

  Madison didn’t back away. She stood tall, head thrown back like the queen she was. Challenge flared in her eyes and her tongue dipped out to wet her lips and draw his view to her plump, flush flesh.

  A hand clamped around Pierce’s wrist. He whipped around, hand up, ready to rip any challenging male to shreds. Ryan glared him, storm-gray eyes flashing bright blue and back to gray again. Pierce could see a ripple of spots under his tanned skin. The cheetah peaked out, anger in its gaze.

  “Do I have to bind you too?” Ryan’s voice had become low and graveled, as if it had come from the pits of his soul. Fire edged each word, hitting Pierce dead in the chest.

  Guilt boiled in Pierce’s stomach. The beast had almost taken him over the edge and he’d almost brought his friend with him.

  “Sorry,” Pierce mumbled. He gave himself a sharp pinch on the wrist and then another squeeze on his erection, allowing the bite of the zipper to add even more pain.

  Much to his annoyance, the tiger didn’t back down and the arousal didn’t abate. The fire had turned down to a medium boil, but it was still unbearably hot. Pierce drew in a breath through his nose and blew it out through his mouth. He shut his eyes and allowed himself to find his center, a place where both man and beast could become one and find common ground.

  “Get a hold of yourself and I’ll start the party,” Ryan murmured.

  Pierce heard his friend’s soft steps on the carpeted floor. Within his mind’s eye he came face to face with his tiger. The large feline blinked at him with ice-blue eyes, its sleek body covered in frosty white fur and thick black stripes.

  “We need to calm down and pull back, OK?” Pierce said. It was no use losing control and mate-marking her before she was ready.

  The feline huffed out a breath, turned, and sauntered off into the inner forest, the world Pierce had created to keep his feline companion happy. With a sigh, he felt peace return to him, but the need to claim continued to hover on the edge of his desire. It was only a matter of time before he truly did lose control to the beast and marked Madison as theirs. And if they lost her, he didn’t know what they’d do.

  At least Ryan was here to keep them in line. Pierce opened his eyes to find Ryan circling Madison, who hadn’t turned away from Pierce. He wasn’t sure what to make of that, but decided to dive right in. With slow movements, he began to unbutton his shirt.

  “Such a beautiful woman, but I can see she won’t be easy to break.” Pierce strode toward her, allowing the rasp of the shirt against his skin to focus him on something else. Warm air caressed his bare skin, raising more goose bumps. “I think we need to strap her down to the spanking bench. What do you think, Ry?”

  Madison reared back a step, her nostrils flaring, but she didn’t use her safe word. Her lips thinned and her eyes flashed with dark fire.

  “Take off your bra and panties. Slowly,” Pierce ordered. He watched her go still.

  Emotions flitted across Madison’s face. For a second, he saw vulnerability, an openness that lanced his heart. With mechanical movements, she undid the clasp in the front of her bra and shrugged out of it, letting it fall to the floor. Then she hooked her thumbs into panties, pushed them down, and stepped out of them. She had followed his instructions but with no enthusiasm.

  “What’s different, Ry?” Pierce tapped his chin. He had an inkling of her issue but didn’t want to say it. She had to tell him.

  Ryan scooped up her lingerie and brought them to his nose. He inhaled deeply.

  “Don’t know, but she smells divine.” He passed over her panties and bra and Pierce took his own whiff. Her unique perfume and arousal was like wine. Just the aroma alone made him near drunk and lightheaded.

  “We’ll just have to get her to tell us then.” Pierce folded the clothes and put them in a closet before taking Ryan’s shirt and putting it away. He hadn’t taken off his own shirt just yet. He let it hang open, allowing her a tease of what was to come. “Now, love, lie down on your stomach on this padded leather spanking bench. Ryan will blindfold you and I’ll strap you down.”

  Again she moved slowly, allowing him time to savor her the way her curves swayed and the gentle bounce of her breasts as she walked toward the bench. As she lay down, Madison allowed her arms to hang to the floor and she spread her legs wide, exposing the plump, red nether lips, already shiny from her own arousal.

  Pierce nearly groaned aloud at the temptation she presented to both him and Ryan. He saw Ryan mouth the word Jesus before he stooped down to strap her arms to the bench. The bonds were tight enough to hold her down, but not so tight that she’d hurt herself if she flailed.

  Chapter Ten

  Madison wasn’t sure how long she could hold out. Fire blazed out of control, threatening to consume her. Tension shuddered along her limbs. If she hadn’t been tied down, she’d have been a shuddering mess, curled up on the floor in a ball. Even her lioness wasn’t sure how long she could take this without feeling Pierce inside of her. Her pussy muscles fluttered, making her very aware of how empty she was. And now Ryan was working her ass with two thick fingers, setting off small bursts of fire that only increased her desire to be filled by both men.

  Pierce’s kiss branded her mouth and their tongues dueled. She could only whimper once more as he pulled away, leaving her lips feeling hot, bruised, and tingling.

  A sense of lightheadedness purveyed her as she struggled to remember how to breathe. Pierce returned to his wicked spankings with that crop, making her ass burn and tingle. The sensation only increased her need to be fucked. She licked her aching lips and tried to shut out all the sensations that burned along her nerve endings. Her fingers ached from the partial shift to claws and her jaw throbbed as she tried to force her incisors to return back to their normal size. She tried to ignore the tang of blood that filled her mouth as her teeth tore at the delicate tissue of her bottom lip.

  “Back down,” she ordered her lioness.

  The feline was willing to be tied down, but for her mate not to fuck her was testing her patience.

  Pierce teased her more, with deft touches and soothing strokes along her back, only to break up the sense of relaxation with a sharp rap on her ass with his hand or the crop.

  If he didn’t move his ass, she really did think she’d turn to the lion to help her break out of her bonds and take care of her needs herself. She drew in a deep breath through her nose and pushed it out through her mouth.

  “This is
n’t working,” Pierce said. “A new approach is needed.”

  “What do you suggest?” Ryan asked.

  Madison listened to the two of them. She struggled to interject her opinion. She continued to breathe and relaxed her body, savoring the heat. This wasn’t like what she’d expected at all. In fact, when she had agreed to give him control and told him some of her fantasies, she hadn't really known what would happen. Sure, she’d read things in books, but the experience had opened her up to a whole new world of sensation that she found herself wanting to explore.

  Ryan continued to work on her ass with his fingers, but then she felt a thick plug enter her. The girth of it filled her with discomfort at first. Her natural instinct was to push it out, but Ryan ran his fingers down her back.

  “Don’t,” he urged. “Let it fill you. Breathe. Clench your muscles first and then relax them.”

  “Start with your feet, love, and work your way up,” Pierce said. “We’re going to change tactics.”

  Madison didn't say anything. She just rested her head on the leather bench and resisted the urge to whimper as she felt both men withdrew from her front and back. She curled her toes first, holding them in that position before releasing them. They relaxed immediately. She tried her legs next. One by one, her muscle groups released the stress and warmed her body until she could just lie on the bench and accept the plug. It was an odd sensation and yet one she didn’t find repulsive. In fact, she was curious to see how it would feel to have her ass filled with either Ryan or Pierce’s cock. The fire in her body had lowered to a quiet simmer but the desire was still there, curled up in a ball of pressure, waiting for the men to return and coax it to life.

  Just what would happen when they returned she didn’t know and didn’t dare ask.

  Soft fingers of suede trailed up and down her spine, easing the stripes of pain away and drawing out her need. Her pussy pulsed and her clit throbbed. The tendrils of softness moved over the expanse of her back and ass and teased her pussy lips. Soft strokes eased her further into a sense of relaxation. No more pain, just feeling.