by Cara Adams
Ramona concentrated on Omar’s cock, practicing everything she’d just been taught. Then a hand grabbed her hair and moved her head in a set rhythm. She followed his lead, sucking him deep and hard, then blowing on his wet shaft, then licking his balls. Both Omar’s hands gripped her hair now, moving her in the manner that suited him best. He let go of her just as a jet of cum shot out of his cock into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. She swallowed him down, surprised at how different he tasted from Javier. Javier was slightly salty, with the merest hint of spice, whereas Omar tasted quite earthy. She supposed she shouldn’t have been surprised. After all they were very different people, and Omar was a shape-shifter whereas JB was human. But still, it wasn’t something she’d ever thought of before.
Ramona stood up and kissed Omar, sharing his taste with him, only to have him grab her hard and kiss her deeply, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. Then Javier stood behind her, rubbing her back and shoulders gently. Oh wow. Being with two men has some awesome advantages!
* * * *
Omar couldn’t help being a Dom. It was what he was, inside and out. Even in his panther form he was an Alpha, a leader, a man who needed to be in charge of those around him, because he knew, without the least possibility of doubt, that his decisions would be the best ones for everyone, his family, his pack.
Right now their pack was splintered and divided, which may have been why the rogue panthers had targeted them. Well, that and because they had some full-blooded, unmated, female cat-shifters. As well as his puma, Ramona, there was Leticia, a panther, plus two cougar sisters who weren’t twenty-one yet, and Autumn, but she was only half-panther.
The fact that they had panthers, pumas, and cougars all in the one pack was telling in itself. It was the clearest indication ever that there weren’t very many big cats around. Not enough for a pack of each species to be viable, anyway.
As a pure-blood panther with pure-blood offspring, Leticia’s father, Sam, had become the Alpha of the pack when the previous Alpha, his older brother, George, had died six months ago. But Sam was so tied in knots with protecting his daughter he had no strength or will left to make good decisions for the pack. Omar was already doing most of the organization. It was only a matter of time before he was acknowledged as the new Alpha. In the old days he’d have had to fight Sam for the role. These days, hopefully, negotiation would be sufficient. Sam had to know he wasn’t a true leader. Omar itched to take the reins and pull the group together, unite them into a cohesive group, help them focus on more than just protecting their women. What the pack really needed to do was make solid plans for the future. Find a place to stay where they could be safe and protected in a community but also work regular jobs to support themselves.
Ramona was one of the few in the pack with a day job, and although it paid little more than minimum wage, the people at the boutique movie studio where she worked were very helpful and friendly, supporting their staff in everything they did from forming a basketball team to seeking safety in a BDSM community.
As a builder, likely JB could get work wherever they went. Or they could go somewhere else, leaving the human behind—if Ramona would agreed to do that. But Omar was beginning to think staying here at Carnal Connections would be a much smarter decision for his pack to make. It was inevitable he’d mate with Ramona. And he was coming to accept he’d have to take on JB as well. For a while at least. Then likely he could find a way to get rid of the human. Fortunately, the man was a true submissive. Omar would still prefer to have Ramona all to himself, and he’d be pushing one hundred percent for that result, but she seemed to care about JB, and Omar didn’t want to hurt her. If JB wouldn’t leave them, he guessed he could stand having an extra sub—for now.
From the point of view of the pack, though, Omar was also thinking staying here would be good. This community had a lot of uncultivated land where a cat could run free. They also had a few stupid wolves, but he could cope with them. He’d soon let them know how inferior they were to cats. And to be surrounded by other practitioners of BDSM would be the icing on top of the cake. Carnal Connections had some kind of tests for people’s suitability to join, but that didn’t worry him. He and Ramona would ace any such test, and so would most, if not all, the cats. Besides, the test was pretty damn simple if the part he’d played in the wolf Tor’s test was anything to go by.
The first step was to have both JB and Ramona acknowledge him as their Dom. He’d soon find a way to get rid of the useless human when the time was right. Then, with his family sorted out, he’d get Sam to release the leadership of the pack to him. After that, it was just a matter of joining the community at Carnal Connections. Piece of cake. Easy as one, two, three. He was sure of it!
Chapter Three
Ramona woke to the feel of hands stroking her sides and back and fingers teasing all around the rim of her anus. “Mmm. Nice. I could get used to waking up like this.”
“Good. I like to know my sub is always ready for her Master.”
Ramona opened her eyes a bit wider. “Hmm, well we’d better have a bit of a talk about that. We need to put a few ground rules in place before I promise anything to anyone.”
“We can talk over breakfast. Right now it’s time to fuck. JB and I are only halfway through the set program.”
“Halfway? My count makes it two-thirds. You’ve both had blow jobs as well, remember.”
“That’s true, but you haven’t. I’m going to suck you off while JB works his way into your ass. Once he’s inside you, I’ll fuck your cunt,” said Omar.
Suddenly cream was dripping onto her thighs. She’d never been sucked off before. Well, she’d never been fucked before last night, either. It’d always been just her and her fingers, although she’d been kissed and had her breasts touched by a few boyfriends over the years. But the knowledge she wanted to mate the right person had kept her from engaging in casual sex, unlike so many of her friends. Well, that had paid off, too. One friend had believed her boyfriend when he told her she couldn’t get pregnant if they had sex standing up. Nine months later she’d given birth to a kid who disproved that theory!
Omar lay on his back with his head in the middle of the bed. “Climb on top, Ramona, with your cunt level with my mouth,” he ordered.
Shivering with excitement, Ramona scrambled across his body and settled herself over him. Unfortunately his cock was almost out of her reach, as he pulled her cunt tight over his face and he was quite a bit taller than her. She felt JB move up behind her, settling on the bed behind Omar’s head, where he could reach her ass easily.
It was going to happen. They were both going to take her together. She’d be sandwiched between the two men she loved unreservedly. Her big, bossy black panther and her sweet, loving, gentle builder.
Ramona was still sorting out the various sensations around her as Omar’s tongue flicked over her clit. It was hot, wet, and just the slightest bit rough. Was that due to the way he licked her? Or was it because he was a panther? Did they have rougher tongues? She needed to know if it was just a technique she could learn. If she was going to be sucking two men regularly, she’d need all the skills she could learn and every trick in the book as well.
Omar’s tongue pushed the little hood of her clit up and flicked around the sensitive skin there. Wow, that was an amazing feeling. Would putting the tip of her tongue in the slit in the men’s cocks feel similar? She must try that next time. She’d get a foretaste of their essence doing that, too. I wonder what I taste like. Am I salty like JB or earthy like Omar? Or do I taste quite different? Is there a puma taste perhaps?
Now he was pulling the hot, sensitive flesh into his mouth. Ah, yes, that will be like when I sucked him. Next Omar nibbled along her labia. Light nips, not bites, not really hurting her at all but a less gentle sort of sensation that was a wonderful counterpoint to the previous sucking. Now, there’s a thought. I wonder if I could nibble up and down the side of a cock? There’s loose skin there, so if I bit it gently
it shouldn’t hurt, but maybe it would arouse. I must try that next time as well. Hmm. Maybe I need to write a list of things to remember.
Ramona was distracted by what Javier was doing to her ass. At first, he’d been stroking all around the rim with oil to loosen her entry. Then he’d begun slipping a finger inside her, and now a second finger had penetrated her ass and he was stroking along her walls. It was an amazing feeling, highly carnal, and beginning to drive her desire higher and higher. It left her unfulfilled. It felt so good but made her crave more, deeper, harder. Likely exactly what he’s aiming at.
Omar bit her clit and Ramona screamed, shattering into a million pieces, her cunt clenching hard on nothing, as she wanted a cock, needed a cock, craved a cock deep inside her.
Omar picked her up, turned her around, and slammed his penis deep inside her. Ah. That was better. Her pussy continued to ripple and quake, but now there was something inside it to hold on to. A nice, hard cock filling her, stretching her walls, completing her. Behind her she felt two hands hold her ass cheeks apart. Ah, Javier. He’d moved around to the new position, too. His thick cock pressed at her rear entry and then slid past the tight ring of muscles and deep inside her. He was very slippery so must have been coated with lube. Or maybe they were wearing lubricated condoms. No wait, Omar hadn’t been wearing a condom, she was sure. His cock hadn’t been far from her eyes, and she was sure he was bare. Or was he? Her brain was so scrambled with two men inside her. That’s what she needed to concentrate on. The two huge cocks spreading her as wide as her tissues would stretch. Her sensitive walls grabbed and held them both tight. She did feel pulled wide, expanded, filled to capacity and beyond. Widened to the limits of elasticity. But it was a good feeling. She was possessed yet cherished. Filled with love. Luckier than any other woman alive to have two men at once.
Ramona thought Omar was orchestrating her pleasure by giving signals to JB about what to do next. Part of her wanted to lift her head and watch, to see how they were working together. But the rest of her was too consumed by pleasure. There were two cocks sliding in and out of her in unison, leaving her stretched beyond belief one minute and desolate from emptiness the next.
She comforted herself with the thought that Omar was sharing her. He was abiding by the game plan. She let herself dissolve into a puddle of pure hedonistic pleasure as the men fucked her fore and aft, slowly, then faster, shallowly, then deeper. Hands touched her shoulders, the sides of her breasts, her ass, her thighs. Always somewhere different, always arousing her higher and higher, bringing her closer and closer to her second orgasm this morning.
Now Omar gripped her hips hard, and the two men slammed into her together, deeper and harder than before, in a fierce, possessive, demanding rhythm. Their bodies were slicked with sweat, even her head felt sweaty, but she couldn’t care, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything except grip on to Javier’s shoulders as the whole bed rocked to a drumbeat that pounded through her brain, her body, her soul.
It was too much. Too powerful, too demanding, too—
The orgasm slammed through her body, seeming to light every nerve into a blazing fire. Her fingernails dug into Javier, her toes curled back on her feet. Every muscle tensed, and the climax roared through her like an express train, smashing its way from her belly, out to her arms and legs, up her spine, and out the top of her head. Ramona screamed and screamed as her muscles gripped on to both cocks, her body shaking so hard she wondered if something would break.
Stars and lights burst behind her eyelids. She could feel blasts of hot cum in her ass and cunt, then everything went black as her lungs frantically tried to drag more air into her body. And still she shivered and shook as the release rolled on and on.
Finally she sagged limply between the two men. “If it’s that good every time, I may die,” she groaned, surprised at how hoarse her voice sounded before remembering she been screaming a moment ago.
“I thought my dick was going to snap in half the way you grabbed me. But I didn’t care. What a way to go! Although I may need stitches for the holes you put in my shoulders,” said JB.
“It was pretty intense for me, too. You’d better lick those wounds to heal them,” said Omar.
“Can’t open my eyes. Too tired,” said Ramona, sinking between the two men, weaker than she could ever remember being.
Omar climbed off from her back and moved her, positioning her head on JB’s shoulder. Ramona just wanted to lie there and sleep, but obediently she licked the areas where her nails had dug into Javier. When she finally opened her eyes, she realized she’d likely bruised him as well as cut him. “Sorry,” she whispered, moving to his other shoulder to lick the grooves there, too.
“Not a problem. I wouldn’t have missed your first major orgasm for anything.”
Ramona heard Omar say something about showering, but she lay where she’d been put on the mattress. Later. She’d shower later. Maybe next week.
* * * *
Omar had told JB to shower first, and by the time he’d taken his own shower and returned to the bedroom, JB was sound asleep, tucked up next to Ramona. Omar had actually planned to change the sheets, but he guessed they could do that later. One thing couldn’t wait, however. After experiencing her very first anal sex twice in less than twelve hours, he knew she’d be sore unless he soothed her tissues. Omar rummaged through the nightstand. JB seemed to have most things, so he’d be sure to have soothing gel as well. Yes, he did. Omar took the tube, scooted in behind Ramona, lifted one of her legs over JB’s body, then carefully massaged the cool ointment into her entry and around the muscled opening.
After he put the gel away, he cuddled into Ramona’s back, placing his arm over her waist. He’d made love to his mate most thoroughly. They weren’t mated yet, but having done everything except biting each other, the deal was as good as signed. No panther, or puma, or other big cat would consider claiming her now. But Omar found he wasn’t as concerned by others wanting her as he was excited by the fact she was his. That was rather a turnaround. Before, he’d been terrified of losing her. Now he knew she would always be his. Even having to share her with JB wasn’t as big a deal to him anymore. The man was not only human but also a submissive. It would be Omar guiding and directing all their lives, making the way ahead straight for them, dealing with anything that would destroy their peace of mind. It would be him planning their pleasure. And that was exactly what he wanted, what he needed, what his soul craved and demanded. Which wasn’t to say that if there was an easy and suitable way to get rid of the human without upsetting Ramona too much he wouldn’t take it…But for now he could accept the arrangement. For now, she was his.
Mine. He wrapped his arm tighter around her and relaxed. Maybe he’d take a nap, too.
Just for an hour anyway.
* * * *
It was closer to lunchtime than breakfast when they all sat down to the pancakes JB had cooked while Ramona had showered and Omar had changed the bed linens.
“You said you wanted to talk,” Omar reminded Ramona after they’d all taken a few mouthfuls of food.
She nodded, chewing and swallowing. “These are really yummy, Javier, thank you. Yes, I want us to talk seriously about our relationship, about how we’ll make it work. I’m happy to be your submissive in the house, Omar, but I intend to keep working and can’t see myself acting the way some of the people here do. Like being beaten until I bleed or kept chained to the bed or always being naked for my Master, stuff like that.”
Omar looked at JB and raised an eyebrow.
“I want to continue working as the builder here, and I want Ramona. Other than that”—he shrugged—“I’ll consider whatever you want.”
“So you’re happy for us to mate now? If the three of us mate?” asked Omar.
“As long as my two conditions are met, certainly.”
“Isn’t this a total backflip on your part, Omar? Two days ago you wouldn’t consider including JB in the ménage. And now you’re fine with it?” ask
ed Ramona.
“I’m not exactly fine with it, but I’m a realist. And it does work. I guess I hadn’t thought the situation through carefully enough. As the Dom, I can accept you both as my subs, and I’m happy for you both to work, too, although I’ll be looking after you, Ramona, until the rogue panthers leave the area. I doubt they’d take you now, but I can’t be sure of that. My desire is to protect you, keep you safe, so I’ll be doing that always.”
“But you accept JB as an integral part of the arrangement?” Ramona pressed him for a fuller answer.
Omar dug deep in his heart and psyche to reassure them both. No, it wouldn’t break his heart if the human died tomorrow, and if he ever wanted to leave Omar would be pushing him out the door as fast as he could, but since she insisted on him being part of the deal and he was human, not a cat, and a sub after all…
“I would have much preferred to have you all to myself. But since this is the only way I can claim you, I’m content. I’m the Dom. I will be protecting you and planning all our lives. I’ll keep you safe and give you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams. You’re mine.
“JB, in the community, in your work, you’re your own man. But anything to do with our family, I make the decisions. I direct our lives. I tell you how you will receive pleasure. All right?”
“So if I tell you we need to extend this house for the three of us, you get to say yes or no, but I get to build it, right?”
“That’s easy. If you want to extend it, go right ahead. But yes. Your underlying concern is will I try to order your work, and the answer is no unless I think it may put Ramona in danger.”
“I would never let her be at risk,” JB said solemnly.
Omar nodded. He knew the human loved her. There was no question of that. “Then we will mate. As a threesome,” said Omar, feeling a little bubble of happiness rising in his chest. At last. At last I will be claiming the woman I love.
