Undone by Her Two Masters [The Wolf Masters 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Berengaria Brown

  “You’re welcome to come visit them anytime,” she said.

  “I doubt I’ll be out here again for some time, but I’ll keep your card, and maybe I could phone you occasionally and talk to them.”

  “Of course you can.”

  Nevis watched the old lady leave the parking lot and then headed into town for a dog dish, a dog bed, and some chew toys. Oh, and a collar and leash.

  By the time she got back home it was quite late, and York was sitting on the deck. He walked across and locked the gate after she entered. By the time she opened Walter’s sliding door to let the dogs out, Bronx had joined him.

  “This is Ben, and Jerry, and Lady,” she said. Ben and Jerry immediately sat and extended a paw. Lady just sat and looked at them. Nevis hoped she wasn’t frightened by men.

  “Three of them?” asked Bronx.

  “Of course. There’s three of us, and we have three vehicles and…”

  York laughed. “It was inevitable.”

  Nevis grinned. She’d tell them how it happened later. Right now the dogs needed feeding and so did she. Then she wanted to go to bed and be loved by her two men.

  * * * *

  York and Bronx had spent quite a while planning the scene for tonight. Once Nevis had left York had gone down to the gift store in town and looked at the selection of tiny candles. He’d finally found a box that had half a dozen different colored candles in it. That would be perfect. Bronx ordered Nevis to undress in the living room after they’d eaten and relaxed together, then Bronx blindfolded her and took her into the bedroom, handcuffing her to rope he’d hung from the eyebolts Bronx had screwed into the ceiling while York had been purchasing the candles.

  York and Bronx knew what kind of punishment Nevis most enjoyed, so they began with York using a paddle, his preferred method of arousing her, and Bronx a whip, because she’d expect him to use his favorite flogger and tonight they didn’t want to be predictable. Tonight was all about pushing her out of her comfort zone and enlarging her experiences.

  York stood back while Bronx whipped her naked ass, placing a neat row of stripes across it. Then it was his turn and he paddled her cheeks spreading the hurt with his flat heavy toy. York waited for Bronx’s signal then began teasing her ass, opening her up. But not for a cock tonight. Tonight he inserted a vibrator. Something else that was different. He knew she was waiting for his shaft to penetrate her, and enjoyed teasing her with the head of his cock, which was damp with need, before he pushed the plastic toy inside her.

  Immediately Bronx was at her cunt thrusting his fingers in and out of her. But as York watched her hips rise to meet Bronx’s thrusting fingers, he switched the vibrator in her ass on, loving the way she stopped and hissed. While she was distracted, Bronx inserted the other vibrator in her cunt and buzzed her with that as well.

  York pushed a ball gag in her mouth, and Bronx removed the blindfold, releasing her arms from the rope and turning her around, although leaving the handcuffs on so she couldn’t touch anything. “The candles are my attempt at being romantic. We both love you, Nevis, and we want you to mate with us. You know that already. So tonight, we want to pleasure you in a slightly different way,” he said.

  Bronx turned her to face the bed, which was covered by a heavy sheet of latex. “The candles serve a dual purpose.” Bronx picked her up and laid her face down in the center of the bed, stretching her arms up so York could clip the handcuffs to another eyebolt. One that Bronx had screwed into the headboard of the bed.

  York picked up the jar of baby oil he’d placed on the nightstand and poured it across her shoulders letting it run down her back. As he smoothed it into her skin, Bronx poured some on her butt and began massaging it there. They met in the middle of her back and put a double lot in the dip just above her waist as the melted wax would tend to pool there.

  York picked up a pink candle and held it where Nevis could see it. “Pink is pretty, isn’t it?” He held his arm about three feet above her body and let the candle wax drop into her shoulder then her spine.

  Bronx picked up a blue candle and said, “Now, blue for boys. So we need twice as much as of the pink.”

  York chose green next. He showed the candle to Nevis and said, “It’s not the same green as Kermit, but it is green.” He moved to the other side of the bed and dripped it onto her other shoulder. While he was doing that Bronx picked up the two remote controls and buzzed the vibrators inside her cunt and her ass. Nevis wiggled and bounced on the bed, causing the wax to run over a different part of her back, which was good, as more of her skin would be learning the burn of the hot wax.

  It was a momentary pain, York knew, but gradually more and more of her skin would feel hot as if she was getting a mild sunburn, and as the wax congealed it’d feel very different again. York hoped that by the time Bronx let her come she’d be so highly aroused she’d explode having truly enjoyed the evening’s play.

  When her back was a multihued rainbow pattern of wax, Bronx stood her up, unfastened her wrists from the eye bolt, and took her into the bathroom. He lifted her up to half sit in the sink so she could see her back in the mirror, then York took a picture of the full length of her back with his cell phone.

  While she was distracted they both buzzed the vibrators again and her legs wobbled so much she had to grip the edge of the sink to remain upright. “Would you like to come?” asked Bronx.

  Nevis nodded frantically and Bronx said, “Very well.”

  He took her back to the bedroom and laid her on her side this time, and they both stripped, and then climbed up on the bed with her. However, instead of fucking her with their cocks, they fucked her with the vibrators, turning them to the highest power and thrusting them in and out of her cunt and ass, as well as running them over her nipples and clit randomly. It didn’t take her long to reach her peak, and York worked hard to keep her up there and make it last as long as possible.

  By the time she finally collapsed back on the bed, they were all very sweaty and some of the wax had transferred itself to his skin and Bronx’s. Bronx removed the ball gag and took her into the shower with some special cream that would help remove the wax, while York cleaned up the bedroom. He left the little candles glowing, but rolled up the latex sheet and put it in the living room to clean tomorrow, then hurried out to their new bathroom with just a towel around his waist to shower and clean the wax off himself. There was no sense in him staining their bed linens after all.

  In the warehouse, the three dogs were all curled up together in one of the dog beds. York took a moment to pet them all. “You boys look after Lady now. She really misses her human and needs your support,” he said softly.

  Jerry gave a soft bark and he knew the three of them would get along together just fine. Exactly how he, Bronx, and Nevis did. And with luck, very very soon, Nevis would admit she loved them and agree to mate them.

  He showered and returned to their trailer, running across the parking lot, his towel held firmly around his hips. He grabbed the jar of aloe vera from the nightstand and when Nevis stepped out of the bathroom he smoothed the soothing gel over her shoulders and back.

  “Lower,” she whispered and he rubbed the gel into her ass.

  “Even lower,” she said.

  “Uh-huh. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Bronx isn’t here yet.”

  “My ass is wide open and ready for you,” she said.

  “Horny little thing, aren’t you.”

  She pointed at his cock, which was standing up and ready for action. “And you aren’t?”

  Bronx opened the bathroom door right then and they went back into the bedroom. Bronx sat against the headboard, tossing the pillows onto the floor.

  “I didn’t even know if you’d be able to take us after that,” he said.

  “I always want you,” said Nevis.

  And that was the truth. She never said no to them and she always gave herself freely having orgasm after orgasm, yet never refusing to suck them or fuck them.

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�Ah, Nevis I love you so much.”

  Bronx sat Nevis on his lap, driving his cock up into her ass, but keeping her back an inch away from his chest. York thought that demonstrated so well how caring he was. Usually he gripped her to him holding her hard against his body, but tonight he was being careful in case her back was sore. When they were organized, York sat on the bed and inched his way forward until his dick was pressed at her pussy entry. He held it there and continued to wiggle until she’d taken him as deep as he could go. He loved double fucking her like this. Her cunt—or her ass—held him so tightly his dick could scarcely move. Yet she always fit them both inside her. There was always room for them both. Her tissues expanded until they were both accepted, then hugged them tight. It was amazing and wonderful and he’d never get tired of the feeling of being inside her, being one with his two mates, Bronx and Nevis.

  When he and Bronx were both in her body together, the three of them were truly a family, a triad, united together. It was Nevis who joined them together. He and Bronx might be her Masters, but she was the unifying piece of their jigsaw.

  York placed his hands on her hips on top of Bronx’s hands, and together they raised and lowered her on their cocks, pumping in and out of her, gradually lifting her up faster and slamming her down harder.

  She had her hands on his shoulders, her fingernails digging into his skin, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was that she was his—theirs—and he wanted this to go forever. He never wanted her to leave them.

  When she shattered around them, burying her mouth in his shoulder and digging her teeth into him, he said, “Mate us, dammit, Nevis. Say you’ll be ours forever. I’ve told you over and over that I love you and will always care for you.”

  She shook her head.

  Bronx lifted her head off York’s shoulder and said, “Why not, Nevis. I love you. York loves you. In every way we fit together so perfectly. You complete us. You’re the link that binds us together.”

  Nevis twisted sideways so she could see both their faces. “I love you both, too. Very much. And I know neither of you would ever hurt me. I trust you both completely. But I can’t mate with you permanently until I’m sure the town will accept us as a ménage. I won’t be the one that destroys the company’s business.”

  Fucking hell!

  Chapter Seven

  Bronx lay beside Nevis in their huge new bed, watching her sleep. She was so beautiful, so perfect. Absolutely everything he could ever want. More than he’d hoped for and far more than he deserved. But also totally fucking frustrating. How the fuck was he supposed to show her she wouldn’t destroy their business, for fuck’s sake? It wasn’t like he could stand in the center of Main Street asking people, “Do you approve of ménages?”

  They had a home here now. It might have started off life as a double-wide trailer but they’d added a deck out front and were going to buy a grill to do cookouts there. They’d doubled the size of the living room and the bedroom, they’d enclosed a corner of the warehouse as a bathroom-cum-laundry room. They’d adopted three dogs, a companion animal for each of them. They even had three vehicles, for fuck’s sake. Everywhere he looked, they were a ménage together. Three seemed to be their magic number.

  If fucking her brains out night after night didn’t convince her they belonged together, he had no fucking idea what would.

  He took a deep breath. He needed to stop being so upset. Back at the hot springs, Savannah had looked at him once when he was swearing and said, “You’re harshing my mellow.” It seemed like a totally strange thing to say, but somehow the words had stayed with him and he tried to keep his grumpiness under control. But the problem remained. He was the Master and he needed a way to show Nevis being together wouldn’t destroy the business. Hell, if they lost her that would destroy him.

  On the other side of Nevis, York mumbled and rolled over. Yeah, he didn’t want to lose his best friend either. They were a triad, nothing more and nothing less. Master Kingston, their Alpha, was in a ménage now, too. He and Raleigh had mated Andorra, and everyone could see they were very happy together.

  Should the ménages be kept quiet for the sake of the business? They didn’t ever talk about their shape-shifter status. That was always kept hidden from the human world. Of course some people believed in shape-shifters and recognized them. Other people had shape-shifter family members so knew about them because of that. Whether or not someone became a shape-shifter was genetic, the gene passed down from parent to child like the gene for curly hair. So when a shape-shifter mated a human there was a fifty-fifty chance their child would be a shape-shifter.

  Over the last few generations fewer and fewer female shape-shifters had been born, which meant more males had found human mates, or, more recently again, formed ménages. He and York had done both. As had Master Kingston. But would their Alpha be upset if the ménage became known? After all, he’d sent them here. He must have thought it was a possibility at the very least.

  Bronx slid off the bed and walked into the office. He booted up his computer and wrote an email telling Kingston all about Nevis’s feelings, then asked if he would mind them making the ménage public.

  Certain he’d done all he could for now, Bronx closed down the computer, and went back to bed. Wrapping an arm around Nevis, although not leaning against her back in case it was still a little sore, he finally relaxed. She belongs in my arms, just like this.

  * * * *

  Master Kingston sat in his office, his back to the floor-to-ceiling glass window out over the magnificent mountain scenery. As Alpha of the Hot Springs Mountain Pack, and CEO of Hot Springs Transportation, Bronx had done the correct thing in letting him know about their problem. Bronx, York and Nevis had done a great job establishing the new branch office. Realistically Kingston didn’t expect it to fail. Bronx had done a lot of research before moving to Pine Corner, and although three quarters of new businesses failed within the first few years, Kingston was sure this one wouldn’t. But he did expect it to run at a loss for as much as a year, as well as having to pay for the establishment costs such as buying the property and upgrading it. He expected they’d soon have paying clients and gradually build up enough customers to make the branch office run at a profit. However, what he hadn’t expected was having to be judge and jury on sexual matters.

  He picked up his cell phone and texted his mates, Raleigh, and Andorra. Need to talk. R U free now?

  They arrived together less than five minutes later, and once again he realized how lucky he was. The responsibilities of Alpha weighed heavily on him. He had over a hundred people to care for and provide for, plus a large and prosperous business to run. But these two people, his mates, his best friend, and his wonderful woman, were what made his life complete.

  “What’s up?” asked Raleigh, leaning against the wall as Andorra dropped into a chair beside his desk.

  “Nevis has refused to mate Bronx and York because she’s worried that the town won’t accept a ménage and that the business will fail because of her. Which is silly. Why blame her instead of the men? Anyway, that’s how she feels about it. Bronx has asked my advice. I was going to reply that since the Supreme Alpha of North America has declared interspecies marriages, and two-men-one-woman marriages to be not just acceptable, but desirable, he should go for it. But then I began to see it as far more complicated than that, so I wanted your advice.”

  “Nevis is right, you know. When there’s sexual issues the woman is always the one blamed. Think how often with a rape victim people say she asked for it because she was out late at night or wearing a short skirt. Too bad if she was coming home from her job, wearing a uniform, they still say it,” said Andorra.

  “Is the town accepting of them? Are the people friendly?” asked Raleigh.

  Kingston couldn’t help smiling at that. “Andorra wowed them with her helicopter stunt. The town was right onboard after that. But what we do here might have implications for other branches in the future. Ménages really are the best way forwa
rd for shape-shifters. It solves the lack of women problem but also, it provides a strong basis for a union. Each partner has two others to support them in their daily life. So while decisions still need to be made on a case-by-case basis, this first one does have ramifications the others might not have.”

  “I was thinking there are several religions where it’s not just one man and one woman. But the ones I can think of have one man and several women, not one woman and two men,” said Raleigh.

  Andorra nodded. “Yes, Muslims are allowed four wives and Fundamentalist Mormons have several wives as well. There are probably a lot of people around America who have more than one wife. But more than one husband, not so many. Although—Wait a minute, isn’t there some other culture where all the brothers marry one woman?”

  Raleigh took his cell phone out of his pocket and began punching things into it. “Parts of Northern India, Kinnaur, and Tibet all practice polyandry and have for centuries,” he said.

  “Kinnaur? Where’s that?” asked Andorra.

  “Up around Northern India and Tibet. They’re all places fairly close together,” Raleigh answered.

  Now that it’d been mentioned, Kingston remembered hearing all that before. Perhaps when the idea of ménages was first discussed. But it did mean that this was an old, traditional practice, not just a recent innovation. But would that help ordinary people accept it?

  Raleigh started laughing and he stared at him. “Oh, wow, you really need to Google King Gustav III of Sweden, his new bride Sophia Magdalena of Denmark, and the man who looked after the king’s horses, Adolf Fredrik Munck af Fulkila. With the horse master’s help Gustav IV was conceived and born and Mr. Munck became very rich as a reward for his excellent advice and help.”

  “What?” Andorra jumped up to look over Raleigh’s shoulder, while Kingston, wiggled his mouse to wake up his computer and began typing. It really was a very funny story. Not necessarily true in every aspect, but it seemed the poor king was sexually innocent to the level he didn’t even know what to do with a woman and the good horse master helped him out. “It’s lucky DNA testing hadn’t been invented back then.”