Unleashing Seduction [Seducing Them 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Cara Adams

“You’re both fucking lucky that paranormal entities don’t bother me. After all, I work in cemeteries, so clearly ghosts and spooky stories don’t frighten me. Not to mention the very first thing Damien asked me, was if I was a vampire. Now what were you going to say, Hunter?”

  “I was going to tell you, but I just needed a little time to—”

  “Four hours with the three of us alone in the truck wasn’t enough time? That story won’t work, Hunter. Try again.”

  Behind Hunter, she could see Damien’s lips twitching, but she wasn’t going to let him off so lightly. Hunter might be the bossy one here, the Dom, but Damien could still have told her he was a wolf. She’d get to him in a minute.

  She tapped her sandal on the tile floor. Hunter stared down at her foot and then straightened up.

  “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I’m a werewolf and that you found out from Chloe. I just want to explain that I’ll never hurt you. Shape-shifters aren’t bad people. They’re just the same as everyone else, except they carry the shape-shifting gene. I love you, Jasmine. Damien and I both love you, and we want you to stay with us forever. Ménage matings are legal under shape-shifter law. In time, when you’re ready, we’d like to have a formal commitment ceremony. The equivalent of getting married.”

  “Marriage?” She sure as hell hadn’t expected that.

  Damien came forward and knelt in front of her, taking her hand in his. “Yes, marriage. I want to marry you more than anything else in the world. Hunter and I agreed to share a woman a long time ago, and you’re the only woman who we’ve ever wanted. You’re very special to us, Jaz. I love your strength and humor and the way you fill our world with love and complete us. Without you, we’re nothing. But with you in our lives, we’re a family.”

  “We haven’t even known each other for a week yet. It’s too sudden,” she objected.

  “You don’t need to agree to anything permanent yet. We can work on that. Just promise you’ll stay and let us make love to you. We’ll sort out whatever this shitfest is, and then we can be together,” said Hunter.

  “Your Alpha. That’s like your supervisor, your CEO, right?”

  Hunter nodded.

  “Yes, well, he seems to have a handle on what’s going on. Not that he’s told Chloe yet, but she trusts him, so I guess he’ll get it sorted.”

  “I want you and Hunter to live in my house. That way we truly will be a family. Hunter and I have a few ideas about the cemetery gig if you want to keep doing that, or you can do whatever you want. Maybe cultivate a garden or rear some animals or paint or anything.” Damien threw his arms out and then held her hand again.

  Something was confusing her. “Are you saying you aren’t a wolf, Damien? Hunter and his family are, and Chloe and her family are, but you aren’t?”

  “That’s right.

  “Yet your ancestors lived here in the desert, too.”

  “Yes. Wolves and humans have lived peacefully side by side forever.”

  “Okay. You’re forgiven for the moment. Can we get on with the fucking?”

  Suddenly Jaz couldn’t wait. From time to time, likely the whole wolf thing would throw her off kilter, but basically she had that sorted. She could forget they were different from her genetically and just accept them as the people they truly were. Now they were all in a dungeon together, and there were other things she needed to experience. Like that spanking bench for example.

  In a nanosecond, the men bracketed her body, Damien pressing his cock into her belly and Hunter rubbing his erection across her ass.

  “You liked being spanked, didn’t you?” Hunter breathed into her ear.

  “Yes.” She could barely whisper because lust was racing through her body so fast and hard.

  “Damien, why don’t you undress her and buckle her to the spanking bench while I look and see what toys the Jenners have here?”

  She slid her feet out of her sandals and let Damien pull her T-shirt over her head and drop it on the floor. He unsnapped her bra and bent his mouth to her breasts, sucking first one and then the other.

  Wanting more, she gripped his shoulders, pushing her breasts into his mouth, urging him to tease and bite them.

  “Not too much just yet, honey. We don’t want to spoil your appetite for the main event.”

  “Fuck the main event. I want you both now.”

  “No can do. The sub has to do what the Dom wants her to do, and that means I undress you and buckle you into the spanking bench, and that’s all for now.”

  Jaz slid her hands down his chest and lifted up his shirt, but instead of just petting his chest, she pushed her hands down inside his jeans and boxers and gripped his cock.

  “Well now, I think someone here would like to come out and play,” she whispered. She squeezed his erection with one hand while dragging his zipper down with the other. Then his cock was free, and she stroked up and down the shaft.

  But she’d forgotten there were two men here, and Hunter moved silently behind her and tugged her shorts down. In no time at all, his finger was inside her cunt, twisting and teasing and making her body hotter than fire.

  She gasped and shuddered, but the two men picked her up and carried her to the spanking bench, buckling her hands and feet into the straps.

  “Bad subs need to be punished,” said Hunter sternly.

  “I can live with that.”

  The flogger landed on her ass hard. It had a lot of different strands and hit her skin in several places at once. At first it didn’t hurt as much as his hand had done when he’d spanked her, but after a while, she realized it was very deceptive due to the number of fronds. Lines of fire slithered over her thighs, her ass, and even between her legs, and soon her body was hot and begging for release.

  Hunter flogged her harder now, the strands landing mostly on her fiery-hot ass, although sometimes one or two touched her side and even the edge of her breasts. She was certain he did that deliberately to arouse her even more.

  “Are you going to be an obedient sub now?” he asked her.

  She giggled. “Well, I did tell you how my hands had been handcuffed behind my back and I managed to move them to in front of me. I think it might be more fun to be bad sometimes.”

  Damien snorted and tried to cover it with a cough.

  Hunter said, “Maybe we should pay more attention to your front, then. Come on, Damien. Let’s turn her over.”

  Jaz gasped. She wasn’t sure about being spanked or flogged on her breasts. Her thighs would be okay and maybe her belly. As for the rest, she’d just have to wait and see.

  But instead of spanking her, Hunter trailed the strands of the flogger over her skin, sometimes flicking them a little more harshly but mostly arousing her until she was about to scream with need.

  “I want to come now,” she said.

  “Just because those men in the minivan fell for your cajolery doesn’t mean I will,” said Hunter.

  “They were wolves, like you,” she said, only realizing it was true as she spoke the words. Some of the things they’d said to each other hadn’t really registered in her mind, but now that she knew about werewolf shape-shifters, she was sure she was right.

  “Does the Alpha know?” asked Damien.

  Jaz closed her eyes to concentrate on her thoughts. Chloe had assumed they were, but then Chloe had assumed she, Jaz, knew about wolves as well. But then the Alpha had another team of people pursuing the minivan and seemed quite relaxed about where they were heading.

  “I don’t know, but I think maybe he’s guessed or even knows who they are. I wasn’t really awake at the time, but they said something about things not going to plan, or… No, wait…that it was a lot harder to set up than they’d expected and that they would need to get the Alpha’s approval and assistance after all. That’s it. That’s what they said. They were really perfectly polite to me. I mean, they made me unconscious and handcuffed me but they didn’t hurt me. I was the one who kicked them and pushed the crate out of the van to hit that man.”


  “I don’t think anyone would hold that against you. You were the one who’d been captured,” said Damien.

  “It is time to teach our sub about behaving like a sub,” said Hunter.

  Jaz blinked. She was shackled to a spanking bench. It wasn’t as though she could disobey them right now.

  But the men unfastened her, and Hunter stood in the middle of the dungeon.

  It was really just a basement, she supposed, but it had been set up like a rather adult bedroom. As well as the spanking bench, there were two ropes hanging from a ceiling beam and several different whips, canes, floggers, and paddles in a rack on the wall.

  “Come, kneel at our feet, sub.”

  Jaz did as she was told. She was pretty sure she was supposed to look at the floor, but he hadn’t told her to, so she kept her gaze on Hunter and Damien.

  “I am your Dom, and Damien is my assistant. In the dungeon you must do whatever I tell you to do.”

  She continued to look at him. The answer to that was a maybe.

  “When you’re told to do something you must answer, ‘Yes, Sir.’”

  “But you haven’t told me to do anything yet.”

  “Undress Damien and suck his dick. Make it nice and wet and ready to pound into your cunt.”

  Now that she could agree with. “Yes, Sir.”

  She stood up and unzipped Damien’s jeans again, freeing his cock and stroking it from root to tip, firmly, loving the way it stretched and grew in her hands.

  “Why did you do your jeans up again? That was just a waste of time,” she said, pushing them off his hips and letting them fall to the floor.

  She sucked his cock into her mouth, scraping her teeth lightly over the cockhead and loving the way he shivered under her touch. She sucked him deeper, licking the side of his shaft and rolling his balls in one hand as she did so.

  “Now suck my dick, sub,” ordered Hunter.

  Instead of kneeling at his feet, she stood behind him, wrapping her arms around his hips and unzipping his jeans from that position. She smoothed the fabric over his hips and then gently lifted his cock out of his boxers and stroked and tugged on it.

  “You’re a very disobedient sub. I told you to suck that cock. Stand before me and grasp your ankles with your hands,” Hunter ordered.

  Jaz had hoped to be punished, but she was still a little surprised at being told to bend over. All the better for him to spank her, she supposed.

  Hunter took the paddle off the wall and thwacked it against her ass. It was a dull, heavy stroke, hard enough to light a fire on her butt. Her flesh was still warm from the flogging, and now it was burning like hell. But that heat lit a pathway straight to her clit, and she was instantly aroused higher than before.

  The second time he told her to suck him she did so. Her ass was quite hot enough for now, and anyway, she was ready to move to the bed. It looked like a big, solid bed, and she wanted to be possessed by both men again.

  Gently she ran her tongue around the ridge where Hunter’s shaft and cockhead joined. Unlike Damien, he didn’t shiver, but she felt his muscles tense and knew he was just as aroused as Damien had been.

  “Lean both hands against the wall and spread your legs,” ordered Hunter.

  Jaz looked up at him and batted her eyelashes. “But, officer, what have I done wrong? I thought I’d been good. I could be very, very good, if you wanted me to be.” She rubbed her hands over his chest, tugging his T-shirt off his body and then smoothing her hands down to his cock again. She licked a line down his sternum and to his cock then flicked her tongue over the head. Already there was a tiny pearl of pre-cum in the eye.

  He pinched her nipples, making her gasp as a shard of desire shot through her body. “Obey me, sub.”

  She walked very slowly to the wall, looking back over her shoulder at Hunter and then at Damien. She ran her tongue over her lips, hoping it looked as sexy to him as it did to her on the movies. Only then did she rest her hands on the wall as she’d been told and spread her legs wide apart. But she thrust her ass out as well, wiggling it at them both.

  This BDSM scene was arousing her higher than she’d ever expected. She liked it when Hunter used his Dom voice with her. Not that she’d always obey him. She was certain disobedient subs would have a lot more fun than very obedient ones. But it was absolutely the best ever foreplay to sex. She really did like being punished.

  * * * *

  Damien’s cock was so hard he could scarcely walk, but he longed to touch Jaz again. Damn, she was amazing. Her brown eyes sparkled with naughtiness as she deliberately teased them with every inch of her delightful body, even when she was obeying Hunter’s orders. The first thing he and Hunter would do would be to turn one of the unused bedrooms in his house into a purpose-built dungeon. One designed to pleasure Jaz until her orgasms rang out over the desert air every night for the rest of their lives.

  But right now, his task was to open her ass for his cock. Likely he’d explode the moment he touched her, just like a teenage boy, but he couldn’t help it. He longed to pleasure her, and to do that, he needed his hands on her hot little ass. It was a saucy pink right now, and he knew the heat of it was making her hotter. Hopefully his fingers would raise the heat inside her body even higher.

  He bent to his jeans, pulling out the small tube of lube that had been in his luggage and slathering it over two fingers. Then, as slowly as he could, he petted her skin with his other hand, stroking and teasing her, rubbing the back of his hand over her nipples and licking a finger to paint a wet line over her hip.

  Finally he couldn’t wait any longer and rubbed the lubed fingers over her tight rosette, concentrating on massaging the cream into the muscle ring. When he could concentrate properly, he tweaked her nipple with his other hand and then pressed his lips to her shoulder. Anything to distract her from his fingers gradually working their way into her fiendishly hot back door.

  Before long she was pushing back onto his fingers, clearly demanding more. His poor, tortured dick bounced with every movement he made, waving like a flagpole and trying desperately to get inside her ass, so very close to it.

  Meanwhile Hunter had pulled down the bedding, preparing the freshly made bed for them.

  “She’s ready,” he said hoarsely.

  “Ready, hell. If I was a steak on the grill, I’d be past well done and on the way to charcoal by now,” Jaz replied.

  Damien laughed. He couldn’t help himself. She was irrepressible, their amazing woman, and he loved every inch of her from her curly head, past her sassy mouth and feisty heart, all the way down to her long, slender feet.

  He picked her up in his arms, holding her tightly, and kissed her lips and then held her over Hunter. Hunter gripped her arms and then kissed her as well.

  Damien climbed in the bed beside them.

  “Marry us, Jasmine. I love you so much I couldn’t bear it if you left us.”

  Hunter placed her hand between both of his. “I love you, too. Shit, when you were abducted today, my entire world collapsed. Mate us properly, Jaz. Say you’ll be ours now and forever.”

  “Stay and live here in the desert with you?”

  “Yes.” He and Hunter spoke together, but Damien was terribly afraid she was going to say no.

  “I can buy a couple more solar panels, air-condition the entire house,” he said.

  “There’s already air-conditioning in the kitchen and living area. That’s plenty. I don’t need city luxuries. All I just need you. I love you both, too.”

  Her words awoke a feverish lust in him. He held his cock at her back door and pushed his way in a little, hoping he wasn’t hurting her, but he simply couldn’t wait another second. She slammed her entire body back on his dick, driving him all the way in until his balls were pressed tight to her soft flesh.

  Hunter must have been just as desperate to fuck because he gripped her hips and pushed into her cunt the moment she was still.

  This time he knew to wait for Hunter’s signal, and they
pulled out together and powered back in together, pumping inside their amazing woman with a fast, frantic pace that was indicative of their intense need.

  Jaz wiggled and rocked between them, trying to grasp his dick with her internal muscles, petting and stroking his legs with her feet and his sides with her hands. She wasn’t still for as much as a second, and every move she made increased the tension in his cock until he had to hold his breath, or he truly might have disgraced himself by coming before her.

  He placed his palms flat on the mattress for more leverage, and together he and Hunter jackhammered fast and hard in and out of her. All the while she made happy little noises and cute little wiggles until his orgasm was tingling at the base of his spine and his balls were drawn up hard and tight against his skin. And then she went rigid for a heartbeat before shaking like a bush in a storm.

  Damien had been hanging on to his control by the slimmest of margins. Watching her explode around him was too much for him, and his cum spurted into her ass, over and over again. He pressed his lips to her shoulders, licking her salty skin and sucking it into his mouth then kissing her neck. Hunter was kissing her mouth, his body still, so Damien knew some of the heat he could feel inside her was from his friend’s orgasm as well. That was good. When they all came together like that, it proved they really were a united family.

  Hunter nodded at him, and they rolled the three of them onto their sides. Damien relaxed, but he couldn’t stop touching her. She was beautiful and precious and theirs. He would never let her go.

  Hunter spoke in his Dom voice. “You will mate us under shape-shifter law.”

  Damien stared at Jaz, but she was smiling. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good. And you won’t go to any more cemeteries until we know what the fuck is happening about those wolves and the guns.”

  “Well, I don’t know. Maybe I can help your Alpha by visiting some more cemeteries, looking to see if there are new graves, watching out for—”

  “No!” Hunter sat up and stared at her, a horrified look on his face. But Damien was watching her as well and saw the mischief hiding in the sparkle of her eyes and the tilt of her lips.