He raised his brow. “No?” He looked at Jarrod, his expression unreadable. “What do you think Jer. She said no.”
Chapter Twenty-one
“Then I think her punishment gets worse with every no we hear.” Jarrod glanced at her. “We won’t hurt you, Pearl, but you must see you need some sort of reminder to never do something like this again. You put yourself in danger. What if Gemma and her mates hadn’t insisted on coming with you, or what if we hadn’t shown up to protect you?”
Duncan nodded his encouragement as she leaned forward and let him release the clasps. He pulled the straps down, her beautiful breasts spilling out as he removed the bra.
Pearl brought her arms up, covering herself. Reaching up, Duncan pulled her arms back down.
“Someone will see,” she gasped as he held her hands in her lap.
He stared at the dusky pink tips and licked his lips. He couldn’t wait to wrap his mouth around them again. The cool breeze from the air conditioner caused the little buds to tighten and his cock stood up in response.
“There’s no one to see what we’re doing. Gemma and her mates have taken the lead and are miles ahead of us and the road is deserted. There is nothing to worry about,” Jarrod said as he kept his attention on the road.
Taking in a deep breath, Duncan scented Pearl’s arousal. She may be afraid of someone seeing her, but that didn’t stop her pussy from drenching her panties. Reaching down, he unbuttoned her jeans and slowly pulled the zipper down.
Each movement he made had Pearl panting harder. There was no doubt in his mind that as much as she balked at what he was doing, she liked it, just the same. “Lift your hips, baby.” He pressed a kiss against her neck and she shivered.
“I can’t.” Her voice came out little more than a whimper. “Someone will see me and we’ll all get arrested.”
No one can see you. Only a truck driver could see you and we aren’t about to let one pass us. You’re ours, baby. No one covets what’s ours.” Jarrod stared out the windshield, his right hand moving to squeeze her leg.
Reluctantly, Pearl lifted her ass off the seat and Duncan pulled her jeans and panties down in one quick move. No way was he giving her the opportunity to change her mind.
“Put your feet on the dash and let your knees fall apart.”
“Oh, God,” she whimpered as she did what he asked and he reached between her legs, his middle finger circling her clit.
“That feels good, doesn’t it?”
Pearl nodded. Perspiration dotted her brow even though the air conditioner was set to medium. She closed her eyes, her muscles tightening as she reached for her first orgasm.
Her beautiful hazel eyes flew opened when he stopped fingering her wet slit. Wisps of sable hair grew damp and stuck to the sides of her face.
“You don’t get to come until I say so.” He leaned down to suckle her breast once more before looking at Jarrod.
“What do you think, Jer? Should we let her come or make her wait the hour and a half before we get home?”
“Wait,” Jarrod said with a nod. “We should definitely make her wait. Since spanking still scares her a bit, there’s only one other punishment available to us. I think we should make her wait to come until we can fuck her and we certainly can’t do that in the car.”
“I won’t do it again. I swear.” Pearl whimpered.
She sounded so pathetic, Duncan almost gave in, but then thought of what that crazy shifter could have done to her had she been alone. He pressed his lips together and shook his head.
“No, darlin’. That’s not going to cut it. You have to have a punishment to remember so the next time you’re tempted to do something foolish, you’ll think twice about it.”
He waited until Pearl’s muscles relaxed and her legs began to drift closed before he said any more. “Keep your legs open, Pearl. We want to be able to look down and see that pretty pussy, all wet and waiting for us.”
Reaching back between her legs, he fingered her clit for a minute, before thrusting a finger inside her channel. Pearl’s inner muscles clamped around his finger as he stroked it in and out of her. He found her g-spot and gave that a few strokes as well.
Pearl, obviously forgetting she was in the car, exposed to the world, lifted her hips off the seat in an effort to get him to give her what she wanted. After a few more strokes, Duncan again pulled his hand from between her legs.
Lifting his hand to his mouth, Duncan made sure Pearl watched as he licked her cream from his fingers. “Mmm…you taste delicious, Pearl. I can’t wait to get back to Paradise where I can lift your legs over my shoulders, suck your clit into my mouth and make you come.”
Pearl groaned and reached between her legs as though to bring herself off. Duncan grasped her hand in a firm grip and pulled it away. He placed her right hand on his thigh and her left on Jarrod’s.
“Don’t move your hands again unless we tell you to, Pearl. If you move them without permission, your punishment will be much worse. I might not let you come until tomorrow.”
“Please let me come.”
“No, Pearl. This is your punishment. Will you ever leave us without telling us where you’re going again?”
She shook her head. “No. I promise. Please.”
“Those are just words, baby. I don’t think you really mean them yet.”
Duncan kissed her, his tongue sliding between her lips while his fingers pulled and twisted her nipples.
Gods, Jarrod, she tastes so sweet. I want nothing more than to have you stop this car so I can do what I promised and eat her sweet little cunt until she screams.
Then it’s a good thing that I’m driving isn’t it? You knew I would never give in to ether of your needs, didn’t you?
Yes, old friend. I knew you would never let either of us satisfy our mate until she’d been punished enough to never want to leave us again.
Duncan returned his attention to pleasuring Pearl. Though he hated this sensual torture because it punished them nearly as much as it punished her, he knew it was necessary. Pearl was just that. She was a pearl beyond price and neither of them wanted to take the chance that they would lose her because they didn’t teach her that it wasn’t acceptable to risk herself.
He would do what he said he would do. He would torture her with pleasure until she begged for release then he would do it again. No matter how much this hurt Duncan he refused to give in to her pleas until they reached Paradise. He checked his watch and sighed. They still had forty-five minutes to go.
Chapter Twenty-two
“Please, Duncan. I can’t take it anymore.” Pearl really couldn’t take his sensual torture much longer. Her entire body ached, burned with the need to come. She knew her orgasm just lurked beneath the surface and all she needed was for Duncan to stroke her clit a few more times.
Jarrod slowed the car and made a turn to the left. She didn’t pay attention to what he did anymore. No matter how many times she looked, they never seemed any closer to Paradise.
She squeezed their legs, her hands still where Duncan placed them. The last thing she wanted was to incur any more of their wrath. She didn’t think she would survive this time. Her nipples, her skin, felt so sensitive that she was almost certain she would come if a warm breeze blew across her flesh.
“What do you think?” Duncan lifted his mouth from where he feasted on her breast to look at Jarrod.
“I think it’s about time.” Jarrod jammed the gearshift in park, removed his seatbelt and turned to bend over her sensitive breasts and pull a nipple into his warm mouth. Pearl arched up off the seat. The sensation of two mouths paying homage to her too sensitive nipples was almost overwhelming.
Jarrod reached down and thrust two fingers inside her, stroking the bundle of nerves just below her pelvic bone while Duncan took her throbbing clit between his finger and thumb and squeezed.
Lightning bolts shot through her blood. Pearl tightened every muscle and screamed as her men finally allowed her to come. Once the or
gasm washed over her again and again, leaving her shivering with aftershocks, Pearl slumped onto the seat, exhausted.
The last thing she remembered before darkness wrapped her in its warm embrace was Duncan removing his shirt to wrap it around her then lifting her into his arms.
Pearl came to with a moan. She was on a bed, while both of her men hovered over her, their lips dancing over her flesh.
One of them, she wasn’t sure which, slid his finger through her wet slit then pushed two of his thick digits firmly inside her. Pearl gasped, her breath coming in short pants as little bolts of lightning zinged through her blood, hardening her nipples.
She arched up, meeting each of his inward thrusts, as she attempted to wring every ounce of pleasure he would allow her from his touch. He suckled her breast harder, his teeth lightly biting the sensitive nub as the growing tension boiled her blood.
Moving lower, he kissed his way down her body, moving between her legs, while the other continued to suck one nipple while pulling and twisting the other.
“Put your legs over my shoulders, baby.”
It was Jarrod. Lifting her head, she opened her bleary eyes to meet his gray-green gaze. He smiled, his eyes sparkling as he slowly lowered his head, burying his face between her trembling legs.
Heat blasted through her like and inferno. First he licked her slit. One slow swipe up between her nether lips to flatten out over her clit. He worked his tongue over her flesh, laving her labia, then suckling her nether lips into his mouth. He teased her clit, playing with it, circling the sensitive nub with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth and biting it gently with his teeth.
Pearl shook, her entire body going up in flames. She gasped when she felt him insert two thick fingers inside her, stretching her, readying her for their possession. Heat built deep within her, spiraling out from deep within her core.
Pulling back, he slowly circled her clit with his tongue while he began to thrust his fingers in and out of her slick channel in a fast, driving pace. Pleasure wound around her, forming a pressure deep in her middle, drawing tighter, tighter until she couldn’t take anymore.
When he finally curled his fingers deep inside her, rubbing the ball of nerves hidden deep, he suckled her clit into his mouth, his tongue laving the most responsive part of her, Pearl fell over the edge and into the abyss.
It was as though everything inside her, everything she was imploded then blew apart giving her an orgasm so intense, she thought it might kill her. Pearl screamed, she screamed their names, she begged them to stop, but more importantly, she begged them …for more.
When she finally came down, Pearl lay between her two men, her body trembling, her clit still throbbing and her empty channel needing…more.
Duncan leaned over her, kissed her gently, his tongue delving deep into her mouth. Cream slid sinuously from her channel as his tongue thrust deep, mapping the inside of her mouth.
Her toes curled when Jarrod pulled and twisted her nipples, the mixture of pleasure and pain almost too much to bear after the explosive orgasm.
“Are you ready, baby?” Duncan whispered against her lips. “Are you ready to complete our bond? Do you still consent to become our mate?”
Pearl barely had the strength to nod. She licked her lips, her mouth forming words that just wouldn’t come.
“You have to tell us, baby, or we can’t take you that way. We wanted to last night. We dreamed of making you ours, but we couldn’t. Not without your consent.” Jarrod leaned down to suck her nipple into his mouth, biting it gently. “Do you consent?”
“Yes.” She nodded, her eyes closed. She tried to open them, but her eyes only seemed to roll around in her head and make her dizzy. “Yes. Make me your mate.”
Duncan rolled over, taking her with him. Using the exceptional strength of their kind, he lifted her onto him, thrusting himself deep into her channel.
Pearl groaned. This was what she’d wanted all these years. This was what she needed. She leaned forward, pressed her lips to his, then kissed his shoulder, her body melting into his.
Jarrod moved behind her, settling himself between Duncan’s legs. Pearl felt the slickness of warm oil against her back hole and nearly groaned. Jarrod inserted first one finger, then two into her anus, working them back and forth to stretch her.
“I think she’s ready,” he said when he’d worked the third finger into her ass. “She’s tight as hell, but I suspect you knew that already,” he said with a chuckle as he withdrew his fingers.
Pressure. Pearl felt nothing but pressure when he settled the head of his cock against her ass. Like Duncan, his cock was long and thick, but not too thick. Still, knowing that didn’t stop her from stiffening or giving an involuntary jerk.
“Shh, baby,” Duncan whispered in her ear, causing goose bumps to rise all over her body. “Just relax, push into it and he’ll be inside you before you know it.”
Pearl did as he told and pushed with her muscles. She didn’t know how, but the action somehow reduced the burning pain of Jarrod pressing his cock deep into her ass. She wanted this, she wanted them together, just as she had the first time, but maybe it was because it was too soon.
“I’m sorry if this hurts a bit, baby.” Jarrod panted behind her. “We would wait for you to rest, to recover from last night, but we can’t wait to mate you. Our beasts suffer from the el calor and soon we would take you with violence. We don’t want that.” He continued to push inside her as she tried to breathe through the pain.
A sigh of relief escaped her when he finally stopped his forward advance and pressed a kiss against her spine. “I’m in, baby. Rest a minute now.” He kissed her shoulder blade, his hands caressing the cheeks of her ass.
Duncan grasped her cheeks in his hands, lifting her mouth to his for a deep kiss. “Are you ready?” He smiled. “This could get a little rough, especially when we mark you.”
Jarrod chose that moment to slowly pull his cock out of her and she gasped as he shoved it back in, his thick cock rubbing against her nerve endings as he went.
“Yes,” she gasped, I’m ready.” Nodding, she gasped again when Duncan used his strength to raise her up only to drop her back down on to his huge erection.
After a few minutes of clench and release, while her mates alternated their thrusts, Pearl almost couldn’t see straight. Her world seemed to spiral up and up as her muscles grew tighter and tighter while they continued with their even rhythm, Jarrod pushing in while Duncan withdrew.
“Please,” Pearl begged, unsure of what it was she wanted. She only knew she needed more.
“What, baby?” Duncan asked as he leaned up to alternately suck her nipples, biting each one lightly.
“I—I don’t know. I need more. I only know I need more.”
“I think she needs a little pain,” Jarrod said from behind her. Perhaps we should mark her now, then our bond will be complete once we each take her alone.”
Pain? Pearl was about to protest when they both bit her on the shoulder, their saliva mixing with her blood. The pleasure-pain was so intense, she could do nothing but close her eyes and scream as her two mates continued to drive into her while they, too, reached their own pinnacle.
Exhausted, Pearl collapsed onto Duncan’s chest. He stroked her hair while she came down from the natural high caused by their lovemaking and, smiling, Pearl drifted along.
“Next time, one of us will take you by ourselves. We must each make love to you at least once by ourselves to make the bond complete,” Duncan said then kissed her temple. “We’ll wait a few days then make you ours forever.”
“Why wait?” Pearl lifted her head with a grin. “I want it all. Now.”
They both grinned. “If that’s what you want, mate. We are happy to oblige.”
Epilogue
After a week spent with her sister at the lodge awaiting her wedding, Pearl was glad the ceremony was finally over. She sat in the middle of the biggest bed she had ever seen, waiting for her men to join her.
Pearl didn’t have the heart to tell Gemma that she snuck out with one of her mates-to-be every chance she got, but it had been a long time since they were together and she couldn’t wait for them to join her in the room Gemma provided for them so they wouldn’t have a dirty house to come back to after their honeymoon.
Looking around the room, she smiled. It had everything a newly married couple or triad could want, right down to a tub with dozens of little jets to promote relaxation.
She didn’t know where Gemma and her mates procured the huge heart-shaped bed they installed in their newly renovated bridal suite and, frankly, she didn’t care. All she cared about was finally being alone with her mates.
Butterflies tumbled around her tummy as she anticipated her mate’s arrival. She couldn’t wait to see them again, to know they were hers just as much as she was theirs. She couldn’t wait to feel their hands and their mouths caressing every inch of her exposed flesh.
Nerves already on edge, Pearl jumped when a knock sounded on the door. They should know they could just come in, but perhaps they were just giving her the respect they promised and waited for her to allow them entrance.
Smiling, she removed her robe, though filmy, it felt heavy and hot, or perhaps that was just her body wanting to go up in flames beneath her mates’ experienced touch. Tugging down on her nightie, Pearl pulled until her nipples almost peeked over the edge of the bodice, then without further delay, she opened the door.
“I told you I’d come back,” Glenn said, his eyes gleaming with retribution.
Pearl’s scream died a cold death on her lips as terror held her imprisoned in its iron grip.
Glenn pushed his way into the room, dropped a note on the table, then grabbed her arm, yanking her through the door.
By the time her shock had worn off, Glenn had dragged her down the service stairs and out the back door. “Are you crazy?” Stopping, Pearl jerked back, forcing Glenn to release her arm. “This is my wedding night. Do you think Duncan and Jarrod won’t miss me?” She wished she knew how to make contact using telepathy, but they hadn’t had the time to teach her that yet. “I can assure you, they will.”
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