Cole's Mates

by Dace Everan

  Ren raised an eyebrow, looking the woman over, a small smile coming to his lips. “The clamps?” he asked.

  Cole nodded. It had interested her once.

  She looked at Ren’s whip. “Whips have never interested me…not those ones,” she replied, looking at the one hanging from his hip.

  Jaron chuckled. “But the flogger has,” he voiced for clarification.

  Cole nodded. “And the bench she’s in.”

  Ren grinned. He dipped down, kissing her cheek. “When things calm, we’ll test you and your limits.” Cole nodded. She could do that. Ren caressed her cheek. “Good girl, you be good for Jaron,” he ordered.

  Cole bit her lower lip, daring to look into his eyes. “Yes, Sir.”

  Ren’s heart beamed. She had no idea how happy she had just made him.

  Jaron stood her in front of him as he sat on the blanket-covered hay bale. “Remove your pants, Cole,” he ordered.

  Cole bit her lower lip, gaze darting around the room. Was he kidding? She didn’t want to take her pants off. She knew Ren had said Jaron would touch her, make her orgasm, but surely he could do that with her pants on!

  Jaron raised a thick eyebrow. “Don’t make me ask again, Cole,” he voiced.

  Cole furrowed her brow, slipping her pants down.

  Jaron waited till she held her pants in her hands. He held his hand out for them. She handed them over and he set them down next to the bale. “I want you to cross back to Ren, turn toward me, and bend over,” he ordered.

  Cole glanced at Ren. He was digging through a large black duffle bag. She released a heavy breath. She couldn’t believe they were doing this to her! They had said nothing about walking around half-naked. She growled, turning on her heel, crossing to Ren. She turned, faced Jaron, and bent over.

  “Spread your legs and hold your ankles, Cole,” Ren ordered standing behind her, the rope separating them.

  Cole did as she was told, wobbling. She spread her legs far enough to accommodate her balance.

  “Good girl…I have a present for you,” he declared, his hands rubbing her ass.

  Cole grunted. “I’m sure you do,” she replied dryly.

  Ren chuckled, hand smacking her ass.

  Cole nearly veered out of her skin. The sheer shock that reared through her did too many things to her for her to even understand at this point. Ren spanked her! Her ass cheek burned, and oh, crap, she just lifted to her tip toes. She squeezed her eyes closed. She wanted more.

  Ren held her steady. “Move and you’ll receive another swat. You have no need to be mouthy,” he ordered, body curving around her. He pulled her up so his face was next to hers. “You need to know right now, Cole, Jaron and I will always push you.” His hand caressed her ass, finger following her crease. “You mentioned to me once about anal sex…You, Jaron and I will all be together. Both him and I want you and want you now. Both of us want to fuck your sweet little ass, and eventually you’ll crave us fucking your ass. You need to be prepared for that.” He rubbed her asshole and beamed as Cole panted. “The plug I will put in you is small. I need you to relax,” he ordered.

  Cole nodded. Yes, please, put something in, anything in! Her mind screamed.

  “Good girl. Now hold your ankles please.”

  Cole did as she was told and listened as Ren slipped on rubber gloves, felt the cold lube as it spurted on her asshole, and her eyes closed with a groan as his finger played with her asshole. She fought not to move her hips, to not thrust back against his finger.

  Ren chuckled. “I said, no moving, did I not?”

  Cole’s eyes flew open. She wasn’t moving! Oh, shit. She stilled her moving hips.

  Ren grinned, slowly working his finger into her tight hole. Groaning as he passed the double rim and nearly bursting at the moan that emitted from Cole. He plucked up the lube and squirted more on her asshole.

  Cole whimpered at the loss of his thick finger.

  “Relax, Cole, soon.” He purred, lubing up the plug he had for her. “When you get back to Jaron.” He slowly eased the plug in her, grinning as her ass sucked the plug in. “You will turn your back to him and take the same stance so he can look over the pretty present,” he ordered grinning as he admired her new bling. “You will ask him to give it a wiggle, and if you’re a good girl and give him the reaction he wants.” He turned the head of the plug and her asshole hummed to life.

  Cole’s whole body jumped to life and her breath gushed from her at the sensations assaulting her. She whimpered and tried so hard not to move.

  “Maybe he will turn it on for you,” he finished, turning it off. He grinned. Shit, she hadn’t even felt it go in. If she had, she hadn’t winced. He removed the gloves and disposed of them. He gave her right ass cheek a swat. “Good girl, now you say, ‘Thank you, Sir.’”

  Cole licked her lips, slowly rising, adjusting to the plug in her ass. She turned to him. “Thank you, Sir.”

  Ren nodded, catching the sparkle in her eyes before pointing for her to return to Jaron, who sat on the hay bale less than twenty feet away waiting. He watched as she made her way across the small distance between them. He removed the whip hanging on his hip, studying her every move. She had had plugs in before. She walked with an unusual grace for a newbie to them. They needed to talk.

  He watched her bend over in front of Jaron. Jaron’s hand caressed her ass and spread her cheeks. He smiled, giving the plug a wiggle. Ren’s heart beamed as she jolted forward. Jaron turned it on for her. His hand slid between her legs and her hands noticeably tightened around her ankles. Jaron’s gaze met Ren’s, and shit if Jaron didn’t chuckle.

  Ren glanced back at Cole and she was looking up at him, eyes misted over. There was the brave filly he knew she was. He held up three fingers to Jaron.

  Jaron nodded. Simple instructions, he was allowed to make her come three times.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Cole snuggled back against Jaron, her eyes wide as Kyla moaned, her back and cute round ass covered in red welts. Cole’s gaze darted to the roped off area left of Ren where Kyla’s husband stood, his beefy arms crossed over his chest, eyes on his wife.

  Jaron tweaked her nipple. “Pay attention, Cole,” he ordered, nibbling on her earlobe.

  Cole groaned. He had made it hard to focus on the demo. She had only caught half of what Ren had said to the gathering crowd. The words he had whispered to Kyla as she writhed beneath his assault. She shivered as Jaron’s hand lowered, his finger delving between her swollen pussy lips, caressing her hardened clit. The plug in her ass still hummed and brought an erotic assault of its own.

  Cole’s gaze landed on Ren. Sweat beaded on his shoulders and trailed down his back. He had long since removed the black Stetson from his head and his hair hung lose, curling in damp tendrils. His arms glistened in the dim light of the barn as he raised his arm at an angle and the whip whistled through the air. Awes echoed throughout the area and Cole whimpered as the end struck Kyla causing the woman to moan out in pleasure. Jaron’s finger circled her clit, teased the entrance of her cunt and soon Cole found her legs spread over his and her hips lifting, wanting, begging for his fingers.

  Jaron chuckled, nuzzling her neck. His hand cupped her breast and thumb and finger pinched her nipple as his hand on her pussy pinched her clit.

  Cole shuddered, a mere squeak escaping her followed by a moan. Her body hummed to life by his hands and the pleasure that he wrought on her. Her head fell back against his shoulder. His mouth covered hers in a hungry kiss. Her body shuddered and strained as his finger strummed her clit erratically.

  Ren stood over Cole, her face flush, tendrils of her hair plastered to the side of her face. Beads of sweat made her skin glisten. Jaron caressed her breasts and her bright pink clit cried out for more attention. He fell to his knees. His hands skimmed up the inside of her pale thighs.

  Cole’s eyes shot open and her pupils dilated at the sight of Ren in front of her. His thumb caressed her clit and she shivered. “I can’t,” she w
himpered. Already she felt spent. She was sure she couldn’t go on anymore.

  Ren smiled. “That was a challenge if I ever heard one,” he declared, dipping, his tongue trailing along her outer lips.

  Cole groaned, body shuddering.

  Jaron chuckled. “Sensitive little pussy,” he warned.

  Ren laid a kiss on the scant bit of hair Cole kept here. He kissed her navel and made his way up till he had her nipple sucked into his mouth.

  Cole clutched the blanket that Jaron had allowed her to hold if she needed. He apparently wasn’t big on having his hair pulled, and directed her hands downward. Her back arched and she clenched her teeth, a throaty growl ripping from her.

  “She’s a passionate one,” Jaron said, his hands clasping hers, his fingers weaving with hers. “There you go, little filly. Hold on as long as you want,” he directed. “Ren’s turn to play with you for a bit.”

  Cole moaned. “So tired,” she whimpered, slumping back against Jaron as Ren released her tender nipple.

  Ren chuckled. “You will give me one, Cole…I like it loud,” he ordered.

  Cole wasn’t sure if she could. Her eyes closed and she sank deeper into Jaron’s embrace.

  Ren caressed her tummy, his hands splaying over her ribs and then up to grasp her breasts. Her back arched into his touch. Her mouth fell open as a soft breath escaped her. He held them in place, mouth taking possession of one nipple in a hungry kiss then moving to the other.

  Cole careened at the new sensations that assaulted her. Shocks of pleasure whisked through her straight to her pussy. Ren caught sight of the dark boots in his peripheral vision. He held out a hand and Greg handed him the little pussy whip.

  Jaron moved her hands up near her head, his mouth nipping at hers. She moaned, craning her neck to deepen the kiss.

  Ren leaned back spreading her legs further. He dragged the little whip through her juices. Her legs tensed and she whimpered. “Red if you don’t like, Cole,” he assured her, looking at her. “Repeat it, Cole, what will make it stop?”

  Cole glanced at him, eyes glazed over. “Red,” she repeated breathlessly.

  Ren smiled, lips pressing to hers. “Good girl.” He leaned back, flicking the whip. A huff of air rushed from her and she shuddered, pleasure to his ears and sight.

  Greg chuckled from behind him. “I’m thinking she likes that,” he drawled, hugging Trina close.

  Trina giggled, tiptoeing and kissing her husband on the underside of his jaw. “Leave them Greg. Cole needs to relax more.” Greg draped an arm over his wife’s shoulders and steered her away.

  Cole moaned as Ren flogged her steadily with the little whip. Her pussy ached and swelled beyond what she was aware it could. She could feel her juices slide in the crack of her ass. The plug, she was sure, was loosening and slipping out. She groaned, wriggling her ass.

  Ren stopped, pushing the plug back in with a smile on his face. “Maybe we should remove it and offer her a little something more,” he pondered, glancing at Jaron.

  Jaron smiled. He was up for it.

  Ren glanced around the room till he caught sight of Greg. He motioned to the dividers against the far wall. Greg gave a curt nod and had three men on it. Cole would appreciate the bit of privacy if her eyes opened and she panicked. She wasn’t ready for full-on exhibitionism.

  He leaned close to Cole. “Cole, hon…I’m going to remove the plug.”

  Cole shook her head, eyes opening wide, she didn’t want that. She wanted it in her, filling her!

  Ren caressed her cheek. “I want Jaron in you. Can you do that for me tonight?”

  Cole’s gaze darted around. She couldn’t do that in front of all these people.

  “Look at me, Cole. Don’t think about them. This is me, you, and Jaron, no one else.” He waited till her attention was focused all on him. “Me, you, and Jaron, just the three of us,” he repeated, waiting for her to respond. When she gave a nod, he kissed her lips softly. “Now ask Jaron very nicely if he’ll fuck your ass.”

  Cole licked her lips peeking back at Jaron. He caressed her jaw. “Jaron…will you please…fuck my ass?” she whimpered, her lower lip trembling in fear. Rejection reared its ugly face through her thoughts. She didn’t want him to say no! She wanted him to fuck her ass.

  He kissed the tip of her nose. “Yes, Cole, for you, I will.”

  Cole shivered as she felt the head of Jaron’s cock at the entrance of her ass. Her gaze darted to Ren.

  “Relax, filly,” he cooed, mouth capturing hers in a hungry kiss, his thumb caressing her clit.

  She moaned into his mouth and pulled her mouth away as she slid onto Jaron. Her eyes widened and she huffed out a heavy breath. She inhaled a sharp breath and looked down. She felt impaled and filled.

  Jaron grasped her hips, uttering soft words in her ear. She cuddled to his neck and relaxed. “Good girl,” he praised, holding her legs open. “Offer Ren some of your sweetness,” he ordered.

  Cole moaned and lifted. A shock of burning desire tore through her. She whimpered.

  Ren growled as her pussy quivered. His mouth descended and his tongue flicked her engorged clit.

  Cole cried out hands, grasping Jaron’s arms. Her nails dug into his flesh and she moaned, writhing beneath the assault of Ren’s tongue on her weeping cunt. She tried to move her body but big hands held her still. She growled in frustration, wanting to feel the burn that Jaron’s dick would offer her, the warm burn that her ass yearned for. “Please…fuck me, let me…” She panted, her words trailing off as her hips lifted against the hand holding her steady, and she strained to get more of Ren’s tongue against her hungry clit.

  “Easy, little filly.”

  Jaron’s soft voice whisked through her. Cole whimpered. “Ren…please,” she begged, her hips thrusting against Jaron, against Ren’s face.

  Ren sucked her clit into his mouth, hands undoing his buckle and shoving his jeans around his hips. “Please what, Cole?” he probed, moving up biting her nipple.

  She squirmed, her body on a fire she had never felt before. She wanted more and wanted it now. “Fuck me please!” she begged.

  Ren rose to his knees and dipped his dick into her cunt. Cole moaned, the animal in her wanting out. Ren cooed at her, his hand caressing her head. “Easy, Cole, stay with us…” he ordered. “Look at me, filly,” he ordered.

  Cole’s eyes flew open and met his gaze. Her canines descended and she growled.

  He caressed her lower lip. “Your canines are showing, woman.”

  She snarled. “Ren!” she growled, claws growing.

  Jaron grunted as they dug into his flesh. He chuckled, nipping her shoulder. “Mine are sharper, woman,” he warned.

  Cole released an agonizing whine and it struck Ren’s heart.

  “Please, Ren…” she begged.

  Ren thrust deeply and her cunt sucked him in, milking him. He groaned, gaze falling on Jaron. The man tensed. “Tight,” he mumbled.

  Cole growled, hips grinding against the two men she was sandwiched between.

  “There you go, filly, take what you need.” Ren purred, not sure if he could move if he wanted to. Cole rocked between the two, growling, pants ripping from her. Her body strained and heated up.

  Ren growled, taking hold of her hips, moving her faster. The three growled together, claws scratching at the others, teeth nipping, tongues licking up the essence of their other partners. Cole howled as she shuddered in a powerful orgasm. Stars sparked before her eyes and she clawed at Jaron as her teeth buried into Ren’s shoulder.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Greg handed a blanket through the partition. Ren draped it around Cole, taking her from Jaron. He nuzzled her neck and waited as Jaron took a cloth, dipped it into the bowl of warm water, and turned to him. He spread Cole’s legs and watched as Jaron gently cleaned her. Her body shuddered in his arms and a soft, content moan escaped her.

  Jaron laid a kiss on her pussy before turning away, carrying the bowl across the barn and dispo
sing of the water and washcloth.

  “She came hard and loud,” Greg affirmed from behind him.

  Jaron nodded, looking at the healing scrapes on his forearms. “She nearly turned,” he stated in awe. He had not ever experienced anything like it in his entire life. He’d fucked many a werewolf women in human form and Wolf form, but to have one near change from human to Wolf like Cole nearly did? He swallowed the lump in his throat. What did it mean? And himself! He’d felt it again like the other night. The want, the need to possess her.

  Greg palmed his shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “Trina did that the first few times she came hard. Was having a hard time controlling her two selves…You three might want to keep it outdoors till Cole gains control of her inner Wolf. Her kids would get scared hearing you three. Shit, it sent shivers down my back.”

  Jaron glanced at Greg. He was an older man, had been good friends with Ren for a long time. “I’ll let Ren know,” he whispered.

  Greg smiled. “You were growling, too, pup, it’s normal. You’re with your mates. Your animal will want to take over.”

  Jaron nodded. He needed to get back to Ren and Cole. He felt cold and open and vulnerable. This was something he had never felt before.

  * * * *

  Ren eased Cole into his bed, pulling the blankets up. She sighed, snuggling down. Jaron looked at her. Ren caressed her cheek. “Powerful little one,” he praised.

  Jaron licked his lips. “Greg said Trina did the same.” He spoke softly. He didn’t want to raise his voice, afraid he would wake Cole.

  Ren smiled. He knew Trina did. Shit, he had been in the same fucking house when she had had her first time with Greg. Pride had filled him. His baby sister had saved herself for her mate and was giving him her all. He straightened up. “Sleep, Jaron, I need to go see if Greg’s got the barn for the night.”

  Jaron nodded, his gaze glued to Cole, dazed and a little on the lost side. What was this overwhelming feeling filling him, making him heavy and anxious? His claws fought to lengthen and grow and his fur wanted to shoot out, and fuck if he didn’t want to pounce on Cole right now in his Wolf form and fuck her till she lay obedient, then turn his back to Ren and let Ren do the exact same to him!