Mating Rituals [Impulse 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Zara Chase

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  “Sorry.” She turned away. “I couldn’t sleep, heard noises, and thought something was wrong.”

  “Nothing’s wrong, babe.”

  Kane’s sexy smile added to Aisha’s confusion. She hadn’t pegged them as being gay, but the evidence was right before her eyes. So how come their smiles were able to light her fire?

  “Come and join the fun.”

  She gaped at Kane. “Did I just hear you right?”

  Kane laughed as he released Tyrone from…well, from whatever it was he was trussed up in. “You obviously can’t sleep, so perhaps you need some company.”

  “I told you, I heard noises.”

  “That would have been Kane when he came,” Tyrone said, smiling what was presumably meant to be an apology. “He never did learn to do anything quietly.”

  “Listen who’s talking.”

  Aisha barely heard their banter. Instead her eyes were drawn to the men themselves. Apparently perfectly comfortable in their nakedness, they wandered about the room cleaning up the things they’d just used. Tyrone disappeared into the bathroom.

  “Don’t go anywhere.” Kane winked at her when Tyrone returned and headed for the bathroom himself. “Just need to clean up.”

  Aisha nodded weakly, moistening her lips because they felt bone dry. Because she had to do something to hide her reaction to these men. No, not men but decadent gods. She’d never seen even one man half so well built, much less two. All those taut muscles, ripped abs, and…oh goodness, the size of their cocks was eye watering. Tyrone’s skin tone was bronze. Sheened with perspiration, he looked as though he’d just emerged from the sea, and she felt compelled to wrap him in a towel and dry every square inch of him.

  Kane returned and beckoned to her.

  “I expect you have questions,” he said, sitting on the side of the bed and patting the space next to him. She sat because she wasn’t sure what else to do.

  “Er, no. I think the situation rather spoke for itself.”

  When Tyrone sat on her other side she felt as though she’d been swallowed up by these two gorgeous naked men. Well, if this was dying she could think of worse ways to go. Kane slipped one hand beneath her hair. His fingers closed on the back of her neck and he pulled her head toward him. Surely he wasn’t going to kiss her—not after what she just saw him do with Tyrone? That couldn’t possibly be what he had in mind.

  But it appeared that it was, because he did. Kiss her, that is. He lowered his head, his opaque eyes alight with an emotion she couldn’t quite identify as he closed the distance that separated them and his lips covered hers, not experimentally but with firm determination to take what he wanted. Somehow that didn’t surprise Aisha. Nor did it surprise her that his kiss lived up to its initial promise and delivered the goods. She responded to it instinctively, parting her lips and allowing him access to her mouth. His tongue—exceptionally long and mobile—explored with lazy expertise. Aisha followed wherever it led, powerless to resist his allure, tangling her own tongue with his in an erotic dance that required no music.

  Kane’s other hand supported her back as he deepened the kiss. Desire fizzed through her when she felt another hand on her thigh. It had to be Tyrone’s, and his touch sent her reactions off the scale. Smooth fingers traced a line along the inside of one thigh, perilously close to her leaking pussy. Aisha’s legs fell apart, an open invitation for him to do whatever he liked with her. After what she’d just witnessed, it would be a tad prudish to object. Besides, she wasn’t in the business of denying herself. She’d wanted the attention of one of them since first setting eyes on them. Two was definitely a bonus.

  Kane broke the kiss, grabbed the hem of her T-shirt, and pulled it over her head. Both men grinned as her nakedness was revealed. Kane’s lips now found occupation with her breasts, sucking and nipping at her nipples. Tyrone’s fingers returned to her thigh, doing what they clearly did best and driving her crazy as they skated across her most sensitive places, barely making contact before moving on.

  “Our little mate is in urgent need of some lovin’,” he said in a sexy voice.

  Their what?

  “Hmm.” Kane lifted his head from the nipple he’d been grazing on. “Looks that way. Lie on the bed, darlin’, and let us take care of your needs.”

  Bemused, Aisha lay down and looked up at them, waiting. Hoping. Both their cocks were standing rigidly to attention again. It would be a sin to let such fine erections go to waste, and she knew exactly where she’d like one of them to finish up. Her pussy was literally spurting juices. It would be an act of mercy if one of them would be kind enough to put it out of its misery. Kane’s hand cupped one of her breasts, almost reverently.

  “You have just about the loveliest breasts I’ve ever seen.”

  Aisha found it hard to cope with compliments, especially when they didn’t jibe with her view. “They’re too big,” she said.

  “Ain’t no such thing as too big.” Kane’s smile was intimately appreciative. “Trust me, I know about what I speak.”

  “Kane’s a tits man,” Tyrone said, the hand that had been running up and down her leg pausing as he spoke. “Now me, I prefer legs, and yours are just about the shapeliest I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

  “They’re not long enough.”

  “Darlin’, they’re perfection. I can’t wait to see you wearing five-inch heels.”

  “A natural redhead, too,” Kane said, flicking a finger across her landing strip.

  “And the temper to go with it,” she warned them, her entire body burning with embarrassment as these two hunks continued to examine every inch of her. The reverent awe in their voices, to say nothing of the things they did to her with their wicked fingers and tongues, made it impossible for her to object.

  “Get on your hands and knees, darlin’,” Kane said. “And let us take care of you.”

  “What are you going to do to me?”

  “Whatever we think best.” Kane rubbed his face against her breasts. “Just so you know, in the bedroom, we’re in charge. Whatever we say goes, but, I promise you, you won’t be disappointed. Are you okay with that?”

  Was she? “Yes,” her lips said before she could get her brain into gear and think about what she was doing. Sometimes instincts were the only thing worth putting her faith in. She’d analyzed the situation with Rick to death before she agreed to enter into a relationship with him, and look where that had gotten her. “I trust you both.”

  “That’s good.” Kane spoke gently yet with authority. “Now, do as I asked.”

  Her overlarge breasts swung beneath her when she got into position. She was conscious of Kane and Tyrone standing up to watch her, heads tilted to one side as though examining her for imperfections. Don’t look too closely, guys, or you’ll find tons of things to put you off. Even so, Aisha’s confidence was boosted by their obvious fascination with her. Their approval made her feel feminine, desirable, and horny as hell.

  Kane slid sideways beneath her and applied his tongue and teeth to her nipples, his fingers gouging quite violently at the flesh of her breasts. She’d never been bitten before, or treated quite so harshly, but she found it a huge turn-on. Tyrone nudged her legs apart and his fingers touched her sodden pussy from behind. Hell, that wasn’t his fingers, it was his lips. One of his hands massaged the globes of her ass as he ate her pussy. Aisha cried out, burning with a desire she could no longer suppress. Neither man responded but instead increased the intensity of their actions. Now Tyrone was rimming her ass with something—it felt sharp, like a claw—it felt divine.

  “You like anal sex, darlin’?” he asked.

  “I like what you’re doing to me.”

  Tyrone chuckled. “Right answer.”

  His head disappeared between her legs again and he continued to feast on her clit. It felt awesome but wasn’t what she really needed. How much longer would it be before one of them penetrated her with his huge cock? She desperately wanted to get to the main act but
at the same time wanted to delay the moment when her cunt would be stretched to its limit by a thick, throbbing prick designed to rock her world.

  Just as well she was willing to wait, because they were clearly in no hurry, and, recalling what Kane said about their being in charge, she didn’t dare to hurry them along. Still, she reckoned she was entitled to feel a bit miffed. It was all very well for them. They’d both just come, but a girl had her needs and they were being sorely neglected. Well, not neglected exactly, she conceded as several of Tyrone’s fingers disappeared inside her cunt and Kane bit down hard on one solid nipple. Still, there was such a thing as too much foreplay.

  Quite without warning, Aisha’s body was consumed by a violent electric charge, as deep and sensual as it was unexpected. Rick had never been big on preparation. He tended to go straight for it, mindless of her state of readiness, and she must have gotten used to wham, bam, thank you, ma’am without being aware of it. How come she hadn’t ever told him what really turned her on? How come he hadn’t asked, the selfish rat?

  Her orgasm intensified, wiping all thoughts of her ex and his limitations from Aisha’s mind. She cried out, convulsed, and fractured, pushing herself against Tyrone’s fingers and lips.

  “Oh hell, I’m coming. Don’t stop.”

  Kane chuckled. “We kinda got that part.”

  Someone slapped her backside hard. It drove her completely over the edge and she screamed as she rode the crest of an orgasm that pitched and swirled through her bloodstream, so intense that it was almost unbearable. The slapping became harder, Kane’s teeth bit down with more intensity, and her orgasm took on a second lease on life. She’d never been one to remain quiet and passive during sex and now didn’t seem like the right time to start.

  “Keep fucking me, boys. It’s incredible. Don’t you dare let up!”

  She screamed the words at the top of her lungs, urging them on, completely uninhibited, convinced that one of them would now penetrate her. Yes! At last she could feel the tip of Tyrone’s huge cock rubbing against the crack in her ass. Kane had abandoned her tits and was playing with himself instead, pumping his erection through his thumb and forefinger, its angry head brushing against her breasts each time he pulled back his foreskin.

  She wanted to tell him not to waste it, but the words stuck in her throat as the two guys kept up a litany of cursing and heavy breathing, clearly both about to ejaculate. Their excitement communicated itself and Aisha felt herself on the verge of a third orgasm. Tyrone slapped her butt as an endless stream of hot sperm showered over it. At the precise same time Kane ejaculated, grabbing one of her tits as he did so and holding it in the direct line of fire.

  “Shit,” she said, dropping her head and sucking the last of Kane’s cum into her mouth. “I’m not done yet.”

  The guys laughed, calling her a greedy witch as Tyrone rubbed his sperm all over her butt with swirling sweeps of his large hands. Erotic didn’t begin to describe the feeling as carnal sensations assaulted her from all angles, her breathing fractured, and she gave herself over to yet more exquisite shards of intense awareness she’d ever experienced. They kept at her with their amazing tongues, their magical fingers, their teeth—everything except their gorgeous cocks—until it felt as though her body had liquefied and she didn’t have a single bone left in it.

  She flopped down onto one side, laughing, crying, totally gratified. Someone wiped her clean and a pair of strong arms then lifted her between crisp cotton sheets. With a warm masculine body on either side of her, she fell into a satiated sleep the moment her head hit the pillow.

  Chapter Six

  Kane was woken by the early morning sun creeping between a gap in the drapes, warming one side of his face. It was going to be another hot and humid Florida day—big surprise. It wasn’t the weather that had woken him but the absence of Aisha. He sensed that she was no longer there even before he turned to the empty space where she ought to have been, all curvaceous, warm, and sleepy, ready to be woken by his tongue, his hands, his…hell, don’t think that way!

  The pillows showed an indentation where her head had been. Her scent lingered and a couple of long strands of red hair clung to the bedding, but of the lady herself, there was no sign.

  “Where is she?” he asked, aware of Tyrone stirring.

  “Morning, lover.” Tyrone sat up, stretched, and cocked his head to one side. “I can hear her shower running.”

  “Yeah, me, too.” Kane relaxed. “Just for a minute I thought we’d spooked her into running out on us.”

  “I don’t think she’d do that. She’s probably just embarrassed about what we did to her, especially since she enjoyed it so much. I’m betting she hasn’t been with two men at the same time before.”

  Kane let out a deep hiss. “She better not have.”

  Tyrone shook his head. “Getting ahead of ourselves, aren’t we?”

  “I can’t help feeling possessive, even though we’re not in a position to actually possess her.”

  “And might never be. I told you we should have shut the door.”

  “Yeah well, in spite of everything, I can’t regret what went down. She’s the most amazing woman—everything I always hoped our mate would be, and more—receptive, sexy as hell, and not afraid to express herself. She gets in the zone, and goes right after what she wants.”

  “That’s certainly true.” Tyrone chuckled. “Thinking about some of the noises she made when she came kept me awake half the night.”

  “I hear you, man. I couldn’t have stopped myself from playing with her if the future of Impulse had depended on it.” Kane indulged in a lazy feline stretch and expelled a deep sigh. “How I resisted sinking my cock into her slick pussy I’ll never know.”

  “Yeah, she’s a little treasure.”

  “We ought to get up. She’ll have questions.”

  “How much are we gonna tell her?”

  Kane shrugged. “We’d better play it by ear. String her along until we know more about my situation. Mikael ought to have the results of that blood work this morning.”

  “Yeah, and Vadim would have checked Aisha out, just to make sure she is who she said she is. I sent him a pheromone like you asked me to.”

  “I don’t have any doubts that she’s genuine, but still, we can’t afford to take chances.”

  “Aisha turning up has concentrated my mind.” Tyrone’s expression was fiercely determined. “About Maria, I mean.”

  “She’s not the first shifter to have had an identity crisis. Lay down the law and she might come to her senses.”

  “Things between us were never that straightforward and never will be. We’re different people now and we’d tear one another apart if she came back. No, our relationship is done. It’s just the kids I want.”

  “You think she’d let them come back if you and I weren’t an item?” Kane knew how much his buddy loved and missed his kids. The two of them had hooked up after she’d walked out, and Maria now claimed their relationship was the reason why she wouldn’t let the kids come back. Kane couldn’t live with himself if he was the cause of their continued separation. “You know I’ll step aside rather than keep you from having your kids back.”

  “That ain’t gonna happen,” Tyrone said assertively. “Maria and I never should have mated, and that’s all there is to it. But shit happens, so it’s better to acknowledge the mistake and move on.”

  “She still loves you?”

  “You don’t blackmail the people you love.” Tyrone slapped Kane’s shoulder. “Come on, buddy, I’ll scrub your back in the shower.”

  All four of Tyrone’s limbs elevated at the same time as he leapt from the bed with an athletic grace that never failed to compel Kane. He followed his lover into the bathroom, aware that it was more than just his back that was about to receive Tyrone’s attention.

  They took their prolonged shower and reached the main room just as Aisha emerged from her bedroom. She looked fresh and rested and was dressed in jeans and a sleeveles
s top, her hair still damp from the shower.

  “Hey,” Kane said, stepping in for a kiss. “You cut and ran this morning. That wasn’t nice.”

  Heat invaded her face. “I was awake early and didn’t want to disturb you both.”

  “Is that all it was?” Tyrone asked, taking his turn to grab a kiss.

  “Sure, what else?”

  She shrugged, a little too casually, and it was clear that embarrassment had indeed been the reason for her swift exodus from their bed. When she caught them fucking each other, it was impossible to explain why it was necessary, so distracting her seemed like the logical step. It would be even harder to explain away the oddities she was bound to notice in Impulse if she hung around for long. Not that there was any question of her leaving. Kane was damned if he’d let her go, having waited so long to find her. No, they’d back off and give her time to get used to the way things were while they sorted out their problems.

  Somehow.

  “Hungry?” Tyrone asked.

  “I don’t usually eat much breakfast.”

  “Aw, honey, you need to have something.”

  Kane smiled into her remarkable eyes and felt his insides lurch with renewed desire. How the fuck was he supposed to keep his hands off her if she continued living here in the apartment right alongside them? He told himself to get a grip. This was too important for him to screw it up by being impatient. One step, one day, at a time. That was how these things were done, wasn’t it?

  “I don’t see why.”

  “That’s because you’ve never had one of Tyrone’s pancakes. They’re to die for.”

  “Well…all right. I guess I could manage just one.”

  “Atagirl!” Tyrone blew her a kiss and headed for the kitchen area, which was divided from the main part of the room by a curved counter. “Coming right up.”

  Kane poured freshly squeezed juice for them all and sat at the counter with Aisha, watching Tyrone grind beans and set the coffee machine working.