by Cara Adams
Tally and Sam changed places, and now Tally could play with her breasts. He scooped piles of mousse onto each nipple to lick off. He made swirls and patterns in ice cream and mousse across her skin, and he drew spirals over her breasts, starting at her nipples. Then he licked it all off, stopping to kiss Heather and offer her tastes of the food as he went.
When they were all tired of the game, Sam raced into the shower to turn the water on and Tally joined him there with Heather, holding her under the water until all the gooey sticky mess was washed off her skin.
Tally couldn’t resist digging his fingers deep into her cunt to check how wet she was while Sam was playing with her ass. By the time they fell into bed, she was clambering over their bodies. “I need your cocks. I need to come.”
“Wait. First we have to talk to you,” said Sam.
“Talk? We can do that later. These are the people I need to talk to now.” She grabbed his dick in her hand and squeezed. Tally’s eyes crossed in delight, but regretfully he grabbed her hands. “No. Wait. Talk.”
He wasn’t capable of constructing sentences for a minute until he got his dick under control again.
“We were devastated without you these past few days. It made us understand how very much we love you,” said Tally.
“You mentioned the word commitment earlier. That’s what we want to do. We want you to commit yourself to us. To mate us. We promise never to try to put you in a box or force you into a mold, although you need to understand wolves have protective instincts, which might make it hard for us at times. But we won’t stop you from doing whatever you want.”
“No, likely we’ll come along as well,” added Tally, grinning.
“I heard all about the werewolf mating ritual at the DADISP. This is where we all bite each other, right?” she asked.
“Humans don’t have to bite, but werewolves do. I think it’d be rather kinky if you wanted to bite us,” said Sam.
“Hell yes.”
“We also have to fuck without condoms. We need to bathe you in our seed.” Tally watched her closely but she nodded.
“The next point is separate from the mating, but it’s something we also really want,” said Sam.
Sam pulled the jeweler’s box out from the nightstand where they’d put it after they’d visited Keelan on the third floor of the mall earlier that day. Keelan, the jeweler, had several BDSM collars designed for ménages, and this one was perfect for Heather. Three diamonds sparkled in a heart lock which was suspended from the collar. It was made up of three strands of precious wire—yellow gold, white gold, and silver, all braided together. The collar was absolutely perfect for the three of them—as long as she liked it and would agree to wear it.
Tally held his breath as she looked at it then reached out to touch it. “It’s beautiful. It’s perfect,” she whispered.
“You are beautiful and perfect. Will you wear it for us and be our slave in the bedroom and the dungeon?” Tally asked her.
“I’d love to be your slave in the bedroom and the dungeon, and your mate all the time.” Heather kissed Sam and then Tally.
Sam unlocked the collar and together he and Tally put it around her neck and locked it again.
“So now we fuck,” she said, irrepressible as ever.
“Fuck yes.” Tally’s heart was full of joy and relief. She’d agreed to mate them. She’d agreed to wear their collar. Now their lives would be intertwined forever.
* * * *
Heather was almost overwhelmed with her emotion. When the men had promised to let her be herself, she’d been flooded with relief. She loved them so much and hated having to leave them, but she had to be true to her own nature as well. And then when they’d agreed she should be able to be free to choose her own activities, it’d been like a heavy load was lifted off her chest and she could breathe freely again.
Originally she’d half expected they might mate, one day, but to have them ask her now, after they’d only just gotten back together, had sent her heart rate soaring again. It was far more than she’d expected to happen so soon, but it was very much what she wanted. No men had ever been as kind, caring, and protective as these two, and underneath her anger she’d always known their attempts to confine her had only been because they cared for her.
With her brain still reeling from all that, they’d presented her with a collar, and she knew her dearest wish was about to be fulfilled. She’d wanted a Dom for so long, had found these two men, and then lost them again, that it was almost too much for her to comprehend. The men she loved were back with her, she was being mated to them, and they would be her Doms. It was all her dreams come true in one night.
She pushed back hard on Sam’s fingers as he lubed her ass. They were all so intensely aroused that none of them could wait much longer to get to the mating. Fucking these men was always wonderful. They invariably gave her the most amazing climaxes and tended to her so caringly. But tonight, she wanted them now, and if she had a sore ass tomorrow it’d be a wonderful memory of her mating.
Sam sat up against the headboard of the bed, with a couple of pillows pushed between his back and the headboard. “Face Tally and sit on my cock,” he ordered her.
Okay, this was another different way of fucking. No missionary position boredom for them. She was still in awe of being fucked upside down and they were teaching her another new trick. Awesome.
It was actually a hell of a lot harder to reverse onto a cock in her ass than it sounded. Obviously she couldn’t see what she was doing, and she had to judge how much lower to go. She crouched down, then kneeled, but that meant her legs were facing the wrong way so she had to disentangle them, but eventually she was sitting firmly on Sam’s lap. His cock was buried balls-deep in her ass, and her legs were spread wide apart so Tally could fuck her cunt.
Tally inched his way nearer to them, lining his cock up with her pussy entry and gradually sliding it inside her as he walked on his butt closer and closer. Eventually he was as deep as he could go and he wrapped his legs around Sam, locking his ankles behind Sam’s butt. Heather realized now why the pillows were piled behind Sam. To leave room for Tally’s legs.
Wow. The choreography was trickier than she’d imagined.
But then, at last, at long last, they were ready to fuck. Heather liked being upright. It gave her more control. She was able to pet Tally’s chest. She especially enjoyed playing with his nipples, tweaking them and tugging on them. But she could reach around and stroke his back, and trail her fingers over his shoulders, or grasp his arms. There was a wealth of ideas there for her to entertain herself with.
She could also tease Sam. She could push her butt down hard on his cock, rub her back against his chest, paying particular attention to his nipples, and rest her head back on his shoulders.
Sam and Taliesin were fucking her in a different way tonight. One would pull out, and then, as he pushed back in, the other one started to withdraw. It delivered a seesaw motion that was very demanding. She was always waiting for the next cock to move inside her. It was erotic, carnal, and she loved the way they worked together to drive her to distraction with their fucking.
In and out of her they pumped, always one departing as the other arrived, the hypnotic beat driving her need higher with every time a cock plunged deep into her core. Her ass, her cunt, each one alternately full and then empty.
Heather’s fingers gripped Tally’s shoulders now, her ability to tease and touch at an end as she waited almost breathless for the next cock to drive inside her. Her brain screamed “more, more,” as the tension inside her continued to rise. Beneath her ass, Sam’s thighs were slippery with sweat and she was aware how muscular and strong he must be to keep lifting her up and down on his cock like that. Although part of her weight was on her own legs and Tally was helping, too. Still, it was no wonder he was sweating. It was damn hard work he was doing, and yet every stroke was placed just right to give her the maximum effect. He hadn’t made it any easier for himself as time went on.
He was still determined to give her pleasure.
They were wonderful men. She was so fortunate to have found them. Going to the mating party had been amazing and taught her so much, but her men, her mates, had been right here in Hanson Mall all along.
Heather leaned forward and sucked one of Tally’s nipples, and then she rubbed her head back onto Sam’s shoulder. That was all she had time for. The men both withdrew together and then slammed into her with all their might. The orgasm which had been just out of reach burst behind her eyelids, sending her spinning off the cliff into release. Instantly her cunt and her ass were filled with hot seed from her men and two mouths latched onto her shoulders, one on each side of her neck. With amazement she felt fangs slice into her skin, with two identical sharp pains, and then her orgasm hit her again, even harder than before.
Mindless with delight, but knowing in the back of her mind she wanted to bite them, too, Heather copied Tally and bit the junction of his neck and shoulder. She tasted blood, and sucked it, then turned her head and upper body until she could reach Sam’s shoulder, and bit down.
Her orgasm was still rolling through her powerfully as she sucked Sam’s blood and then sank back against his chest. Holy shit! Now that was an orgasm indeed!
* * * *
They’d showered again, remade the bed, and were tucked up with Heather between them, but Sam didn’t think she was asleep. He combed his fingers through her curls, which were still slightly damp, massaging her scalp as he did.
“That feels good,” she muttered.
“I’m glad you like it. Are you awake enough to talk about the future? Tally and I had an idea about where we might all live together, and something you said tonight has made that a real possibility.
“Something I said tonight?”
Her voice still sounded sleepy but she was speaking coherently so he nodded to Tally to continue.
“You know you said you and Ieuan had arranged an apartment swap and that Cadfael had okayed it?”
“Sure. Ieuan’s moving in with Helena, and I get his apartment here. No more night time commutes.”
She was sounding more alert now, Sam thought.
“Tally and I remembered that when Hawthorne mated Maelor and Dylan, Dylan’s apartment was next door to Rhion’s, who’d moved in with Willow and Cadfael. Dylan made a door between his apartment and Rhion’s and did a few other changes, so they ended up with a double-size apartment.”
“I remember that. They made a proper kitchen and a bigger bathroom. But how does that relate to my being in Ieuan’s apartment? Well, I’m not there yet, but when it happens.”
Sam laughed. “Ieuan’s apartment is next to mine. All we need to do is ask Cadfael if we can do the same thing, and then work out how we want the apartment redesigned. I mean, obviously there’ll be load-bearing walls we can’t touch, but we should be able to organize something that suits us, and with twice the space there’ll be more than enough room for all of us,” added Sam.
“That’s amazing. How awesome is that? I’m so glad you invited Helena and Ieuan to the cinema that night or else we might never have gotten our own apartment here.” Heather sat up. “Now everything is organized. I have my mates, my collar, and my home. So why don’t you seal it by fucking me?”
Sam laughed again and turned her over his knee. “Maybe we should just spank you instead,” he said, smoothing his palm over her ass cheeks and slipping a finger inside her dark channel.
She wiggled her cunt on his knee and giggled. “That sounds like a plan to me.”
Tally slid his finger into her cunt and grinned at Sam. “It’s just as well there are two of us to pleasure our most demanding slave.”
THE END
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Cara Adams adores erotic romance, especially ménage, BDSM, and shape-shifters. One day, someone said to her, “Why don’t you put them all in one book?” So she did.
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