Awakening Veronica [Divine Creek Ranch 17] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Heather Rainier

  As if on cue, everyone else moved in around them, including her family members.

  Kate nodded at Travis and Veronica’s heart swelled as he knelt down on both knees in front of her. Kate placed Veronica’s hand in his and nodded once more to Travis. With reverence, Travis held her hand, palm up, smoothing his thumbs over her sensitive skin until ecstatic shivers traveled up her forearm.

  He gave her a wry smile as he smiled up at her. “Veronica, I never thought I’d be so lucky as to find you again, after eleven years. The young girl I knew has grown into the beautiful woman I need in my life. I promise to defend you, to protect you, and to be faithful to you. I promise to love you, and hold you, and help you.” His expression became serious. “I promise to encourage you, to edify you, and to push you to be all you can be.” His eyes flicked to the platinum choker she wore at her throat, the gift they’d given her as their submissive, and he gave her a little half wink that made her blush before he continued with his vows.

  She realized there were tears on her cheeks as they cooled but she never let go of his hand. He took the platinum band Hank handed to him and slid it next to the wedding band she wore on her left ring finger. He kissed her palm and pressed it against his cheek, cradling it there for several seconds with his eyes closed before he looked up at her, sheer adoration in his eyes.

  “Travis, from the time I met you eleven years ago, you were the standard I compared every man I met to and they all fell short. I’ve loved you all that time, and I’m ready to bind my heart with yours, to be your wife and your lover, and your helper. I promise to hold you, love you, and be faithful to you. I promise to be honest with you, to share my joys and my fears with you, and to believe in you with all my heart.”

  Kate handed her Travis’s ring and she placed the heavy platinum band that matched Hank’s on Travis’s ring finger. She stroked her hand over the top of his and squeezed it, and then he leaned toward her and slid his hands around her waist, hugging her as if she was the only real treasure in the world. His hands were warm and comforting on her back as she cradled the back of his head and stroked his shoulder for several seconds. Tears wet his cheeks when he looked up at her once more and rose to his feet.

  Hank knelt before her, smiling up at her with love burning in his eyes as he spoke, reaffirming vows he’d said earlier, and delivered his promises to her before kissing her palm and holding it to his cheek exactly as Travis had done. She’d seen it before at Maizy’s wedding but the moment was so intimate, so individual and unscripted that she felt like she was the first instead of one of many women to be claimed and loved in that manner.

  She spoke her promises to him, catching his wink as he, too, looked at the platinum choker while she promised to obey him and to seek his guidance. For some odd reason, the thought of seeking a spanking came to mind and she had to stop and collect herself before she could continue. The sparkle in his eyes suggested he was guessing her thoughts.

  The rest of the ceremony was filled with such a sense of joy, she felt as though she was floating off the floor. The heat and territoriality was blatant in Hank’s eyes as he wrapped his arms around her waist. He buried his face against her abdomen for a long moment and she felt the barest trace of a vibration from his chest as he held her, that growly rumble of something primordial that was inside both her men. A part she loved, that part that claimed her as his woman—their woman.

  Hank rose to his feet and he and Travis each took one of her hands. Grandma Kate nodded at them and smiled. She spread her hands, palms up, and in a jubilant voice, she proclaimed, “And now your journey begins, and your adventure awaits. May you forever remain steadfast, one in the others, and may love light your way, always.”

  Veronica went into the arms of her men, receiving their kisses. Before Grandma Kate could slip away, Veronica stopped her and hugged her. “Thank you.”

  “For what, sweet girl?” Grandma Kate asked with a sparkle in her eyes.

  “For sharing your anniversary date with us.”

  Bending down to kiss her cheek, Hank said, “That will always be a precious, precious thing to us, Grandma Kate.”

  Travis said, “If it wasn’t for you, we wouldn’t have found the one woman meant for us, ma’am.”

  Kate’s eyes grew misty and she cleared her throat before saying, “The three of you have already started your adventure and you’ve included me in it and that, my loves, is a precious, precious memory to me.”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Veronica took deep, cleansing breaths as she cried under the showerhead. Her tears had come upon her suddenly in the shower while she’d been preparing for her wedding night. The reunion with her family hadn’t been cathartic. Confronting them hadn’t provided any sense of closure, but she’d definitely felt like it was a new beginning. Only time would tell.

  Perhaps the tears were brought on by the realization that whether her family took advantage of the opportunity or not, Veronica had her men, and they loved her and accepted her, and would defend her. She was free.

  The hot tears finally stopped as Hank and Travis came to mind. With smiles and kisses, they’d sent her to the shower, telling her they wanted to make things ready for their first night as men and wife. All she’d wanted was them, but they’d insisted she take her time and relax.

  A long, shaky sigh slipped from her lips as she recalled how they’d undressed her and caressed her breasts and sucked her nipples, teasing her clit and stroking her ass cheeks. Travis had growled softly as they’d finally sent her to the steamy bathroom.

  A loud noise sounded from somewhere on the other side of the house. With the shower on, she couldn’t tell from where. After rinsing the last of the lather from her body, she shut the water off. She shook her hair loose after removing the clip and listened for the sound of their voices. She jumped as she heard another loud noise outside the house, but otherwise there was only silence. She was reaching for the towel hanging near the shower and as she stepped from the wet tile, the lights went out, casting the house into inky blackness.

  Her heart skipped a beat when she heard glass shatter somewhere inside. She wrapped the towel tightly around her and felt her way into the dark bedroom, where she thought her robe was lying on the bed.

  Trying to keep her breathing silent, she felt blindly for the bed and stubbed her toe as she reached the foot of it and dropped the towel. She was fighting with the robe, trying to find the armholes, when she was suddenly grabbed roughly from behind and pulled against a big hard body clad in some kind of rough, canvas uniform.

  She gathered a lungful of air and screamed, “Hank! Travis!” before a gloved hand clamped down roughly on her mouth.

  Her mind swirled as she fought the hard arm wrapped around her middle, squeezing the air out of her, and then instinct took over. She bit down as hard as she could on the hand and earned a pained growl from the intruder for her effort. She lifted her feet off the floor and went limp, turning herself into dead weight, but the intruder held her tightly and her feet flailed in the empty air.

  With a muffled yell she lifted her knee and brought her heel down hard on the intruder’s foot but only managed to bruise her heel on his boot and drew only a mild grunt from him.

  Remembering Hank’s class, she wriggled like a fish trying to turn and loosen his hold and managed to plant an elbow in the intruder’s solar plexus but it was a weak hit and succeeded only in her being thrown on the bed facedown with his weight on top of her.

  Real fear sank in and she screamed for Hank and Travis, cold panic traced over her skin like cold fingers and hysteria clawed at her throat, making her cries sound weak.

  The intruder growled softly and fumbled with something before a warm hand settled between her bare shoulder blades and held her down.

  “Nika,” Hank’s voice spoke softly, slowly. “Calm.” She sobbed in relief and stilled. Warm lips laid a single kiss at the base of her neck. “What is your safe word?”

  “M–Marshmallow.”

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sp; “And your slow word?”

  “Bonfire.”

  “Do you want to use either now?”

  Breathing through her nose, she listened to her body. Her heart rate had already begun returning to a less panicked level, her heel throbbed but not unbearably. His hold was tight but not painful.

  “No, I don’t.”

  Hank’s evil chuckle sent a thrill up her spine as he roughly bound her hands and ankles, gagged her, and blindfolded her. He placed a rubber squeak toy in her hand and closed her hand around it tightly.

  “If you need to use your slow word or safeword at any time, get our attention with this squeak toy. Nod your head so I know that you understand.”

  She nodded and then gasped when he picked her up. She wanted to ask how he could see her nod in the pitch-black house but couldn’t.

  Her heart pounded as he carried her naked through the house, understanding setting in.

  Her capture fantasy. They were making it come true on their wedding night. Her heart thumped with love and then she frowned around the gag.

  What? You’re just going to go quietly? Some captive you are!

  Struggling against him, she struck him on the shoulder with her bound hands, earning an amused grunt for her effort.

  “That the best you can do, sweet cheeks?” He was encouraging her and she went wet as she continued fighting him. Despite trying hard to get free, he had her immobilized as he walked out the door, with her stark naked.

  Another voice came from outside the door. “We have a fighter this time?” It was Travis but he sounded rough. Aggressive. She went even wetter for him. “The house was supposed to be empty. I didn’t find much of value. Maybe we’ll just share her.”

  Hank’s reply was an appreciative laugh. “She’s a fighter. We may keep her.”

  Stepping up her efforts, she kicked out on the direction of Travis’s voice, trying not to giggle, and Travis said, “Damn. She’s got spirit, huh? Think we can tame her?” She felt a hot hand slide up the inside of her calf, past her knee before she squirmed away from him. He didn’t need to know how drenched she was already.

  “Let’s get her somewhere private first, where we can get a better look at her.”

  “Yeah, and I have rope at the camp, too.”

  Rope? Oh hell yes!

  She bucked and hollered through the gag, happy that Hank had sixty acres and no close neighbors. Hank laid her on a blanket in the back of his Suburban and one of them tied her hands to something stationary in the back of the vehicle while the other grabbed her flailing feet and tied them down as well. A hand squeezed her hand that held the toy as if to remind her it was there and she should use it if she needed to. She growled at him and struggled more. Travis chuckled, admiration in his voice. “She’s a wild one, all right.”

  “Good. I don’t like them easy anyway,” Hank muttered before closing her in. She tried to keep track but eventually the turns and stops and starts confused her. They traveled in silence for about twenty minutes before finally stopping.

  The backdoor opened and they freed her from whatever she was tied to and she was lifted, still bound hand and foot from the vehicle. She felt the heat from a fire—a big fire—licking at her skin. They carried her to a soft pallet laid out on the ground near the fire. They stood on either side of her and then knelt down.

  “She’s fucking beautiful,” Travis said in a gruff voice as his hand traced up her inner thigh. She squeezed her thighs closed and tried to roll from him.

  Hank squeezed her breast firmly and she moaned. “Holy fuck, this is gonna be a fun night. It’s gonna take me a while to get enough of her. I’ll bet she’s tight, too.”

  If they kept handling her like that and speaking in those rough, sexy voices, she was going to come too early and ruin the game.

  One of them untied her hands and she struggled until she felt a contraption with something soft and fuzzy being clasped around her wrists. Cuffs of some kind?

  She yanked at the hands that held her and tried to roll away but one of the men flipped her back over with a chuckle. One pair of hands pinned her down while the other man, she couldn’t tell which, untied her ankles. He chuckled as she immediately set about fighting him with her feet, making her wetter and wetter. He allowed her to struggle a bit more before pinning her legs and strapping similar fur-lined cuffs around each of her ankles, and then she was lifted into a sitting position. Silently, her fingers were grasped and wrapped around a small bar located above the cuff on her wrist.

  Ah! Suspension cuffs!

  They removed the squeak toy from her other hand and wrapped her fingers around the bar and then replaced the toy within her grasp so she could still use it if she needed to. She didn’t need to.

  She gasped when she was lifted to her feet and held against a hard body. Whoever it was, possibly Hank, chuckled as he tweaked and rubbed her nipples, making them throb. While he tortured her breasts, Travis attached her suspension cuffs to clips and then her arms were suspended over her head and she was lifted so only the balls of her feet were still touching the leafy ground beneath her. A cold breeze made her catch her breath and her tingling nipples hardened. She felt completely wired, completely alive, as they took total control of her.

  The fire crackled and the warmth increased and she thought they might be adding wood to it but wasn’t sure.

  A shiver traveled along her skin as she wondered exactly where they were. If the fire was brighter, she might be able to be seen like that, strung up and helpless, defenseless with two men who might do any number of things to her before the night was through. Her pussy clenched and her juices slipped from her, coating her inner thighs.

  A yelp was startled from her when a hot hand suddenly gripped her hip, hands clamped down on her feet, and one of her ankle cuffs was clipped to something smooth. Her ankles were suddenly spread wide, so wide she could barely balance on her tiptoes, and then the other ankle was clipped to the other end of a spreader bar.

  “Damned, evil Doms!” she hollered fruitlessly against the gag.

  “I don’t think our little captive likes us very much right now,” Travis said.

  “Wait until she finds out what’s next,” Hank murmured.

  The rope holding her suspension cuffs was lowered a bit so she was back on the balls of her feet, but not enough to make her more comfortable, and she growled at them.

  “Sassy,” Hank growled back and then a hand landed hard on her ass cheek, followed by another pop to the other cheek. “I like them sassy.”

  “I want a taste before you start,” Travis muttered.

  Start? Start what?

  A moan burst from her when his hot tongue slid right into her cunt, sucking and licking at her ravenously, sounding like he was starving and she might be his last meal. He held her hips with hard hands and tilted her to his mouth, taking his fill of her with ruthless thrusts and plunges of his tongue, making her hotter and more swollen by the second, sucking her clit until she whimpered and flexed against him, determined to take her orgasm whether they intended for her to or not.

  He pulled his mouth away just as the first flickers started and chuckled. “Oh no you don’t, my little captive.” He gave her one last hot lick and then moved away, leaving her needing, gasping, and moaning. The heat from the bonfire—

  Bonfire! I’m Bound at the Bonfire!

  She moaned, tilted her head back, and arched in her bondage, going up on her tiptoes as she reveled in what they’d done for her. This was better than any wedding gift they could’ve given her.

  “Damn, she’s beautiful.” Hank’s voice was soft and reverent.

  The soft brush of furry strands slid up one side of her ribs and then the other, before coming around the front to tease her nipples and between her breasts. A rabbit-hair flogger.

  The strands whooshed and then landed across her torso, wrapping around her hip and slapping her ass with a muffled thud. Whoever was holding the flogger, Travis she assumed, used it to paint a silky crisscros
s pattern around her body, letting it strike and slide with seductive softness, awakening her nerve endings and stirring a craving for deeper stimulation.

  A hand rested on her abdomen, steadying her, and a different flogger, suede possibly, was stroked over one breast and then the other, the strands still soft, but rougher than the rabbit fur had been.

  She cried out around the gag when a hot mouth drew on her right nipple, Travis, judging by the deep rumbling chuckle he made and the tickle of his beard against her flesh. He worked her nipple, licking and dragging on it until it throbbed. She fought the bonds when she heard a tiny, telltale creak and then something hellishly tight cranked down on her nipple, inspiring a muffled scream. Pain and pleasure warred inside of her as she writhed in her bonds. She wasn’t sure if she came or not as her pussy throbbed and she breathed through the pinching sensation. Hank’s clothespin nipple clamps. And those weren’t the “starter” clamps, either.

  She mumbled around the gag to herself or to them, she wasn’t sure. “I’m finding Hank’s toy box and trying those on someone’s balls sometime!”

  Hank laughed out loud and said, “Well, whatever that was she just said, she really means it! Did she call me a motherfucker?”

  “Uh-uh!” she cried out, shaking her head and trembling with her own combination of laughter, arousal, and excitement.

  Both men laughed and Travis kissed her abdomen before he took her other nipple into his mouth and sucked on it, then applied another clamp. He flicked them both with his fingers and she jumped and writhed as hot streaks of arousal shot to her clit.

  Her breath erupted in panting when she felt hot fingers slip between her pussy lips and then more fingers slip between her ass cheeks. The fingers at her ass were lubricated and she knew why a few moments later as Travis said, “If we want to put our cocks in her at the same time while she’s tied up, the least we could do is get her used to the idea, huh?”

  Hank growled and teasingly said, “I don’t know, she may not like it. Not many women can handle two men like us. Better get her good and worked up.”