by Cara Adams
“Come now, Leah. Come for your Masters.”
Leah sighed and shook on their hands.
“Put her on the floor,” he ordered breathlessly.
Bram and Hardy lay her down, staring at him, and then understood. Saxon tugged on his dick harder now, and when cum spurted from him, he deliberately splashed it onto her face. Her eyes were closed, and she was his. His mate. It was time to mark her to claim her, even if he couldn’t bite her and make it official and binding yet.
Only seconds later, Hardy and Bram sent streams of seed over her body as well.
Saxon kneeled beside her. “You’re ours, Leah. You can never belong to anyone except us. One man will never be enough for you again. Do you understand? You’re ours.”
Chapter Seven
Leah did understand. Her body ached all over. Her ass was sore on the outside from the paddling and on the inside from the fucking. Her shoulders and calves were sore from stretching up in the chains. Her nipples and clit ached from being pinched in the clamps. Even her cunt was stretched and tender from being fucked so hard by such a big man and maybe because she hadn’t been fucked much in the past. But despite all that, she felt amazingly good.
Besides, Saxon was correct. How could one man possibly pleasure her as well as three had done? It wasn’t going to happen. Unfortunately, she wasn’t so inexperienced that she didn’t know she’d been stupid not to insist on condoms. She just hoped that because they were panther shape-shifters they couldn’t give her diseases or make her pregnant. She wasn’t too sure how she’d explain a baby to her parents. They were the type of people who expected a couple to be married before they had sex. And she meant a couple. Not a foursome.
Leah shook her thoughts off.
“I need to get washed and go home,” she said, stepping into the shower.
The three men crammed in with her.
“We need to talk about when we can be together again,” said Bram.
“Soon,” added Hardy, stroking his dick.
“When are you going to Detroit?” asked Saxon.
“It’s not settled yet, but likely Thursday. That’s the day that’ll make the fewest difficulties for Zoe to manage without Maia and me.”
“We’re coming with you,” said Hardy.
Leah sighed and shook her head.
“That’s not a good idea. Maia is the one who’s done the research about this. I’m just going with her because we feel the dealer will be more likely to take us seriously if there are two of us.
“He’ll take you even more seriously if we’re there as well,” said Bram.
“Well, we absolutely can’t do this in front of my sister.”
“We’ll think of a way around it,” said Saxon.
“No we won’t. I won’t have you corrupting her. It’s all very well for me to be addicted to ménage sex, but you aren’t to destroy her hopes and plans for a normal marriage and happy ever after. You have no idea how difficult it is for a preacher’s daughter to find a man who’s willing to date her, never mind a preacher’s daughter with no money or hope or earning any, who wants to stay at home and help her parents in their work.”
Saxon grabbed her arm and swung her around. “What do you mean? You’re ours. We’ve claimed you. You’ll get your happy ever after with us, and we’ll help your sisters find their happy endings as well.”
“When were you planning to tell me that you aren’t human? That you’re panthers or whatever you are. Shape-shifters anyway. And have you thought about what’s going to happen if there’s a baby? You didn’t wear condoms, remember?”
Leah turned to face them all. None of them looked worried or repentant or any of the things she expected.
Saxon just shook his head at her. “Until we bite you and claim you as our mate, there won’t be a child. But we’re ready to mate you as soon as you wish. We know we belong together, and you know it, too. How did you find out that we’re panthers?”
“We lived with a shape-shifter community once when I was small.” She didn’t say she’d overheard them talking. That would give too much away.
“Ah. I thought your parents seemed to understand when we met then the very first time,” said Hardy.
“So when will you mate us? We want to be together forever,” said Bram.
“You aren’t getting the picture here. My father is a minister of religion. My mother has worked at his side all their married life. No way will they accept me going off with three men and no legal marriage. Now, if you don’t mind, I need to get home. Since I met you, my sleeping time has been shot to hell. I have to be at the bakery early tomorrow morning.”
Leah washed herself quickly. It was strange. She loved the way the men had sprayed their seed all over her. It was incredibly erotic. But she had to wash it off before she went home. As for the tiny red lace panties, she’d need to put them somewhere her mom wouldn’t ever see them. Her mom might accept them as part of a trousseau, but certainly not on an unmarried daughter.
And she still hadn’t mended the pair of panties Hardy had slit into two pieces. Damn. She needed a few hours at home to catch up on her chores. And sleep. She’d be lucky to be home by midnight.
Leah got dressed and turned to the door. All three of the men were still half-naked, staring at her.
“What?” she asked.
“You get dressed awfully fast,” said Hardy.
“What, you didn’t hear me say I wanted to get home and catch a few hours’ sleep?”
“We heard all right. We just didn’t expect you to move so fast. Don’t worry. We’ll be right there.”
Bram threw on his clothes while Leah watched, shaking her head. Saxon was the only one who took the time to lace his boots properly. She hoped he was going to be driving again, not one of the others with dangling bootlaces.
Bram held the passenger door open for her, and Saxon did take the driver’s seat. She knew the way home now, and it wasn’t all that far. Once they reached the freeway, it was an easy drive, especially this late at night.
Hardy tapped her on the shoulder. “Please put your cell phone number in my phone so we can call you.”
She accepted his cell phone and handed hers to him. By the time she got it back, all three numbers were in it. She couldn’t help smiling. They really were determined to keep in touch with her. It was just a damn shame this could never lead to anything permanent. They were totally correct when they said one man would never be enough for her now that she’d experienced the ultimate pleasure of three men possessing her body simultaneously.
“We’re probably going to have to work the next few days, but we’ll absolutely be in touch before Thursday to help you plan the trip to Detroit. Hopefully, we’ll be there Monday morning to help shift the pews, but that depends on our business arrangements,” said Saxon.
She stared at him. “Your business. You haven’t exactly explained what you do.” At that moment, she remembered them standing by the back fence at the fucktard’s house, and then chasing her, and again in the car saying they were unemployed. “Wait a minute. You said the company you work for buys and sells collectible items. Small items. You wouldn’t acquire them with a five-finger discount, would you?” she asked, suddenly suspicious.
“What’s a five-finger discount?” asked Bram.
Hardy snorted and tried to cover it with an unconvincing cough.
“She means, are we thieves?”
“Whatever gave you that idea? We didn’t jump over someone’s back fence with a mesh bag holding stolen goods,” said Saxon.
“No. However you did just happen to be right there when I jumped, and there were no outraged screams to call the police or attempts to dial 9-1-1 when we met either.”
Bram sighed. “She’s got you there, big brother.”
“The company has an extremely honorable, law-abiding reputation,” said Hardy.
“It’s just got this itsy bitsy teensy weensy side business in repossessing misappropriated goods,” added Bram.
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nbsp; “Don’t misunderstand us. We’ve worked for the government tracking down lost laptops and such as well,” added Saxon.
“Hasn’t the government got the secret service to do that sort of thing?” Leah asked.
“If a laptop was left in a taxi or on a train or bus, it’s much better for one of us to go looking for it than to advertise that it might have secret documents on it,” explained Saxon.
That did make sense, and she believed him, but likely it wasn’t the full story. “It’s good to know that you’re even worse than me.”
“That’s why we’re coming to Detroit with you. We can protect you,” said Bram.
“We’ll be going in two cars in that case. Maia and I in our car and you three in your own car.”
“Jeez, I hope our car is fixed by then. The mileage we’d have to pay to use this one would be shocking,” said Bram.
“Isn’t it on loan from the repair company?” Leah asked, surprised that they had to pay mileage.
“Yes, but we’re not supposed to do more than a certain number of miles per week in it,” said Hardy.
“So don’t come then. Problem solved.”
The car stopped in the church parking lot, and Leah stepped out. In seconds, all three men surrounded her.
“We’ll be there. Don’t go without us. Promise me?” demanded Saxon.
“I promise to tell you when we’re leaving. If you won’t behave or aren’t available, I don’t promise to wait for you.”
“That’s fair,” said Hardy.
“It is.” Leah waved good-bye to them, wishing she dared kiss them, but the parking lot of a church hardly seemed a good place for a kiss. She hurried down the sidewalk and into the parsonage, flicking a glance back over her shoulder to see all of them still standing there.
I hope they come on Monday. I’m going to miss them until I see them again.
And that was a surprising thought. She’d only known them what? Three days? Four? It seemed like a lifetime, and she hated not knowing when she’d see them again.
* * * *
Hardy was in his panther form, high up in a large tree with an excellent view of the Lutterworths’ brownstone. It’d been nerve-wracking getting into position from where Bram had dropped him out of the car, several blocks away, but just because they’d been told the Lutterworths were leaving tonight didn’t mean it’d happen. One thing he knew about rich people was that their travel plans changed easily. They didn’t have to worry about the cost of cancelation fees, especially when they had friends with private jets who’d give them a ride wherever they wanted to go anyway.
But so far, so good. The lights had been on all over the house. It seemed they didn’t have to worry about the cost of electricity either, as no one had bothered to turn the lights off for hours. But finally, one by one, the lights went out except for in a few downstairs rooms. A limo service arrived, the driver got out and loaded half a dozen large suitcases into the trunk of the limo, and then Mr. and Mrs. Lutterworth climbed in and the limo departed.
Hardy continued to sit in his tree, maintaining watch. No one suspicious passed by. No one came into the street here to look over the back fence. No one appeared to be watching the house at all.
Hardy just hoped Lutterworth hadn’t had time to check on the jewelry or the stamp albums. They’d only been home a day, not even a night as well. And judging by the amount of luggage they’d packed, organizing it all would have taken a lot of their time.
Only when he was absolutely certain that the place was uninhabited and unwatched did he make his way from branch to branch down the tree, leaping the last section to the ground and padding silently through gardens and under trees, back to where Bram had left the car.
Bram opened the back door, and Hardy slunk inside, relieved not to have been noticed. He shifted back into human form, closed the door, and pulled his jeans on.
“Have you got any idea how much I hate doing that? We’re much too big to be housecats. I keep expecting someone to call Animal Control and to find a tranquilizer dart in my ass.”
“Don’t stress so much. I bet if someone said there was a panther prowling around in this neighborhood Animal Control would be sure that person had been drinking or trying out some illegal substances. No one is going to believe a panther is wandering around Richmond, Ohio.”
“So you say.”
They returned to the warehouse where Saxon was waiting for them outside the compound, a large backpack at his feet. He climbed into the back of the car with Hardy, and while Bram drove, Saxon passed out thin latex gloves, balaclavas, tiny flashlights, and some tools he stuck in his own pocket. The wrapped parcel of fake ceramic figures made up the bulk of the backpack’s contents.
“That’s what I’m worried about,” said Bram. “The amount of time it’s going to take us to unwrap the figurines, replace each one exactly in the wrapping of its counterpart, and then make sure we’ve checked them all.”
“This bag is white. The fakes are in the white bag. I have an empty brown bag. We’ll be putting the real ones in the brown bag as we rewrap them. We each only touch one figurine at a time. We see how the real ones are wrapped and memorize it, replace it with the fake, put the fake in the Lutterworths’ wrapping, and the real one in the brown bag.”
“It sounds easy when you say it fast.” Hardy groaned. “And we have to find that book as well.” He could imagine a thousand things that might go wrong. There was absolutely no guarantee they’d even find any of these things in Lutterworth’s house. Just because they’d found the jewelry so easily that didn’t mean the figurines would be sitting around waiting for them to find them as well.
“Ten dollars says the book is on the bookshelves in his study. Up high, above a person’s line of sight, but not hidden, just sitting there looking like it belongs,” said Saxon.
“In that case the figurines will be in the china cabinet in the main room,” said Bram. “I’ll look there first.”
Hardy didn’t believe it. They’d be too easy to see. Someone would be sure to notice them, maybe even know whom they belonged to. The book was different. Hardly anyone read the titles of old books these days, especially ones stuck up high, out of reach.
“Let’s just hope they haven’t noticed anything missing or likely they’ll have realized how easy that bathroom window is to open from outside and will have put a lock on it,” he said.
Bram shook his head as he parked the car and took a permit sticker out of the glove compartment, resting it prominently on the dashboard. “Same thing as before. It’s on the second floor. People think no one is going to climb up and look.”
Just like normal, they split up, walking past the house from every direction, each of them assessing that it was safe to enter before they met up at the back fence. Hardy boosted Bram over fence and then helped pull Saxon up. They were all exactly the same size, but Saxon did seem to be just a little stronger than him.
Saxon boosted Bram up to open the window. Hardy had his back to them, watching in every direction for any hint of trouble. His was the most important task right at that moment. If the shit hit the fan he had to give the others enough time so they could all get out of the property before the police arrived.
Saxon tapped his shoulder, and he scrambled up onto his brother’s back and then his shoulders, slinging a leg up and into the open bathroom window. He leaned out and gripped Saxon’s wrists, helping him climb the wall, and then they were all inside.
It was a risk leaving the window open. Someone might know the Lutterworths had already left and notice that the window was open. But on the other hand, if they had to leave fast, the seconds they’d save by jumping through an open window instead of having to open it first might mean the difference between escaping and getting caught.
Everything was a balance. There was no right or wrong answer. It was all a gamble.
Hardy smiled to himself. In many ways he enjoyed the adrenaline rush of the danger and the risk. But once they were mated, it’d be time
to settle down and stick with the completely legal side of the pack business. No more robbing houses then.
Bram went straight to the stairs, likely to do as he said and check the china cabinet in the main rom. Hardy followed Saxon to the end of the hall where Lutterworth’s study was. There was one wall covered in bookshelves. They extended from the floor to the ceiling. Hardy wondered if the stolen book would be on the floor level. He didn’t think anyone would look there for a book to read, but maybe the maid would notice when she vacuumed the rug or something, making it a less desirable hiding place.
He stood at the opposite end of the wall from Saxon and looked for a brown leather volume. Unfortunately, in the muted light, colors weren’t easily discerned. Giving up, he took a chair from against the wall, stood on it, and looked more closely at the books. That made them much easier to distinguish. He’d checked three rows without finding it when Saxon gave a soft sigh and came across to take the chair from him. Hardy jumped lightly down, and Saxon moved it, climbed up, and came down holding a book. Hardy replaced the chair exactly where he’d found it, rubbing his gloved hand over the seat so there wouldn’t be boot marks on the fabric.
Then he followed Saxon downstairs. The door to the china cabinet was open, and Bram was hunched right over almost underneath it. Hardy didn’t know if he was just looking for a clue or if he’d found something. When Bram began poking and pushing the base of the cabinet Hardy understood Bram was looking for a hidden shelf or secret drawer. That all seemed too hard and unlikely to Hardy. He walked across to a big display cabinet and stared through the glass doors. He saw nothing like looked like the missing figurines, so he opened the lower wooden doors, but the shelves there were full of plates and bowls.
Damn. This was harder than he’d expected. They had the book, but they needed the fucking figurines. Life was so much easier when they were looking for a painting or a laptop. They tended to be pretty obvious to find.
