Sanibel Heat -Werewolf Menage

by Scott, Talyn

  “It appears that things have just gotten interesting,” Bren’s voice was a rasp of hidden promise. “Why are you covering yourself?” He took a step forward. “I’ve had my tongue in your most forbidden places. Why hide what I already know?”

  “Umm.”

  “Why keep secret what belongs to us?” he gestured between himself and Jayce. “Why provoke me when I’m on a razor-thin edge?”

  “I’m not trying to provoke anyone,” she bit her bottom lip.

  “Then remove your damned hands,” his quiet threat filled the room, as he took an aggressive step forward.

  Still embarrassed, she dropped her arms to her sides. Her head remained down, staring at the wood grain in the eloquent floor.

  Bren took in the submissive poise of his mate. His wolf, near beast-like with desire, salivated at the sight and scent of her. To be waxed what a jewel of a surprise. He circled her, calculating and predatory. “Until I say, you are only to speak when spoken to. Are we clear?”

  “Okay,” she flashed an insolent look in his direction.

  “Try, again,” he tapped the smooth skin above her cleft. Her clit throbbed in anticipation, but he stepped back. “I’m your betrothed, not someone to get snide with. Say that you will obey us, nicely.”

  It took her a moment. Sure, she was hot and aroused. Sure, she wore their outrageous engagement ring. Not sure, that she wanted to ‘obey’ anyone. “Could you explain a little?”

  It was a snap in the blue of his eyes, an uncontrollable diversion of his mind. His senses careened out of control, and his wolf roared against his skull. He placed his large hands against the sides of his head at an attempt to hold onto his human form. “Get her into position,” he gutturally ordered Jayce.

  Knowing that Bren was in a blazing haze, Jayce stepped in front of him. “She deserves a spanking, nothing more. She’s new to this. You love her,” he was talking him down, bringing down the ire of his beast.

  Frightened, Tatum grabbed her dress and headed for the door. It wouldn’t budge. Familiar to Jayce’s house, she couldn’t get out. “Why am I always locked in and what’s wrong with him?” Tears filled Tatum's eyes.

  “Honey, have you ever loved someone for so long that didn’t love you back? Do you know what it’s like to feel that kind of pain? Constantly on the brink of losing your mind until you finally have a glimmer of hope?”

  “Not in that exact way,” she leaned against the wall.

  “You’re his glimmer of hope. He loves you. However, your rebellious streak can no longer go unpunished.” Jayce started removing his clothes. “We give and take in our relationship, and in our future marriage. We only give what you can take, but we have to test your limits. Tonight, we’re going to start testing your boundaries. We’ll push and possibly even frighten you. But know this;” he stopped and stared with an unwavering animal-like stare, “we’ll all be closer because of it.” His belt came off in his hands.

  “I need you to step out of your shoes and remove your stockings, slowly.” He placed a palm on Bren’s shoulder. “You should undress; we’ll have to dine in the same clothes afterwards.”

  Bren drew in a steadying breath and quickly dressed down to his trousers. “Come here,” he patted his knee.

  Nervously chewing her lip, she sat on Bren’s muscle toned thighs. He was enormous, emanating of power and strength. Jayce handed him his belt, “Fifteen lashes, Tatum. If you squirm, fight or complain you’ll get fifteen more.”

  In a blur, Tatum was placed over Bren’s knees bottom up. Her head and arms dangled to the floor. Bare torso, Jayce squatted in front of her and took her wrists with one rugged hand. “Stay calm and we can get this part over with,” he kissed the tip of her nose.

  She opened her mouth to protest, but Jayce saved her with a leisurely exploration of her mouth with his tongue. Bren’s hands were busy. One was securely clamped over the small of her back - holding her in place, while his other hand was parting her cheeks. “Tell me what you did this afternoon.”

  How could he know that she was no longer a virgin in her bottom? “Jayce took me there,” she whispered. Again, Jayce captured her mouth with borderline violence.

  Bren trailed a finger to her puckered opening. “You said you missed me, how much did you miss me when he was inside your sweet ass?”

  “I missed you,” she and Jayce had broken off the kiss. “I wasn’t thinking of anything while he was…there. I was a little scared.”

  She heard him inhale. “Did you orgasm, Tatum?”

  She met Jayce’s cocky grin. “Yes.”

  “Jayce, how responsive was she here?” Bren took another breath and tipped his index finger into her rosette. The scent of her pussy drove him to the limits of madness.

  “I’ve never felt such pleasure,” Jayce whispered as he licked her ear. He had found that tender spot, as well as others, that turned her scalding hot. “Her pussy was engorged, her clit hard as a diamond, her nipples were beaded, and her dark hole was passionate beyond measure.” He brought her fingertips up to nibble on the ends. Forehead to forehead, his breath hit Tatum’s face as he continued. “I’ll never get enough of her sweet bottom. And when I’m not inside of her, I’ll be haunted until I am.”

  “Tatum,” Bren’s voice was grainy against the sincerity of Jayce’s pledge. “Do you want me to take you there?” he twirled his index finger in suggestion. “Say the words. It doesn’t matter what your head says, just feel me, and say the words.”

  “Can we skip the spanking if I were to say yes?” Although the thought of an erotic spanking sounded like a load of fun, Tatum didn’t think she could take a sizeable guy like Bren after she had her buns heated up.

  A distinct sigh of displeasure filled the room. Without another word, Bren landed the first lash with Jayce’s leather belt. “Count after each one, Tatum. That would be one. Say one, please,” he asked in a reasonable, everyday tone.

  “One,” she choked. It hurt. The only thing erotic about the situation was that they were naked. Right now, naked didn’t matter when her flesh burned.

  Chapter 14

  “Say three, Tatum. This is your only warning. I will, without a doubt, raise you to fifteen extra lashes,” he warned.

  “Three,” she cried. Her nipples tightened into painful, hard knots. Something was shifting, an uncontrollable urge to her nether regions. What had they done to her now? As if sensing her change, Jayce knelt back in front of her with his cock in hand. The angry, swollen head was glistening with pre-come. He brushed the salty liquid back and forth across her kiss-swollen lips.

  “Open for me, honey,” he wasn’t asking. “I’ll count for you.”

  Troy had never wanted this. He had claimed that blowjobs didn’t do a thing for him. Now, her inexperienced mouth was undertaking an enormous cock. Jayce arched a brow.

  “I was telling the truth last night. I’ve never done that.” The words rushed out. “I wanted to, but well, I haven’t.”

  She felt Bren’s fingers comb her hair, “That’s wonderful news, Tatum. It sinks to my very balls that we’ll be the first in your lovely bottom and your sassy mouth. Suck him in. Take him to the back of your throat,” he kept his hand in her hair to maintain his clear view. As with the other moments that they had shared together, it was naughty to be watched. With his instructions, the husky earthiness in his voice, her pussy clinched in hunger. She licked the moisture from Jayce’s cock and quickly sucked him to her throat. Instantly, she struggled and panicked because of his size.

  “Breathe through your nose, Tatum. Relax your jaw,” Bren tightened his grip on her scalp, “let him in. Taste Jayce. How does he taste, Tatum? Do you want to drink him when he comes for you?”

  She wobbled her head. “What a good girl,” Jayce groaned. “Just like that, use your tongue…oh, yeah,” he shuddered. “She’s fucking perfect. Don’t twirl your tongue, honey. Keep it straight…uh…nice and smooth underneath my cock. Fuck, Bren, she doesn’t need any lessons or tricks. Her mouth feel
s so damn good that I could come from one plunge. It’s taking all my will power to hold off, and it’s shaky at best. Ah, honey,” he stroked her face with gentle fingertips, “you’re sweet.” Wedging a thumb in the corner of her mouth to break the suction, he withdrew.

  Tatum rubbed her lips a few times to adjust to the emptiness of her mouth. “What happened?”

  “After your spanking, I want to finish inside you,” he kissed her mouth long and hard, tasting himself on her tongue. As with every touch, Jayce mastered her body. She moaned and squirmed on Bren’s knees. Her core dripped and collected on the thigh of Bren’s expensive trousers.

  “Naughty, naughty girl,” he rubbed her inner leg with warm, muscular hands. “You’ve dampened my pants.” Smack. This time, it was a powerful palm across her left globe. “Count, Tatum.”

  “Uh…four?” her eyes widened as Jayce brought a metal bar from underneath the bed. Whack. Bren’s hand landed on her right cheek. Heavy, hard and with a purpose, the hot sting sank to her bones. She had two stunningly gorgeous men surrounding her. Their passion and lust played a sinuous chord within her body. She relaxed with each smack. Some harder, some were more gentle than the last. Occasionally, Bren would give her a slight glide of his fingertips, as he praised her cooperation. After the fifteenth, Bren spread his knees and brought Tatum’s face to the bed.

  “You’re so beautiful, honey,” Jayce brushed a finger through her slit. You’re nearly primed for us, very responsive. You trust us, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” she needed them, desperately. The spanking, the one that had started to freak her out, had transformed her body into a boiling, juicy, anxious cavern. She waited, impatiently, for them to fill her. She would take anything or do anything that they ask. She clamored with need. “Do something,” she almost wailed.

  “Take deep breaths,” Bren rubbed up and down her spine. “Feel us; we need you, as well. It’s hard to fight the desire not to pound you right now,” he admitted.

  “Then don’t fight it,” she pleaded. He had reached her bottom, again. With his palms flat on either side of her ass, he parted her folds with his thumbs.

  “You smell that, Jayce?” he rasped, as he ignored her. “She’s fragrantly aroused. With a little more coaxing, she will be ready for us. I have to taste her; her scent is mouth-watering,” he flicked her clit with his tongue. As if anticipating her jump, he tightened his hands on her hips. “We’re exceptionally hungry tonight, Tatum. Do you have any idea how ravenous we are for you? Do you know what happens to a woman when two men want her at the same time?”

  “Yes,” her stomach tightened at the sound of his voice and the meaning of his words. Definitely more sensitive without the hair, her newly waxed mound had unhidden nerve endings.

  Jayce centered her, face down, on the bed. She heard the rustle of fabric behind her, as Bren removed his pants. Knowing what he harbored underneath all of that posh fabric sent cold sweats to her skin. He was enormous, and right now; she wanted every extra-thick inch of him. Jayce wedged a solid triangular pillow under her pelvis. As it lifted up her butt, her legs anchored the sides. Much as the position of riding a horse, except her face and breasts were against the mattress. An overhead light flickered on, a fluorescent, “Why the extra lights?”

  Bren scented her humiliation. “Why did Jayce have you waxed here?” He avoided the question, as he trailed a light finger over her labia. She heard chains on the side of the bed. Out of the corner of her eye, Tatum watched as Jayce wrapped a silk-lined, leather cuff around her ankle attached to a small chain. He strode to the other side and completed the same task.

  “What’s he doing?”

  “First, answer my question,” Bren’s voice became a quiet storm.

  “The wax,” she hesitated slightly. “He said that I couldn’t hide behind the hair,” her face flamed.

  “Is that all?” he pinched her clit and held firm.

  “No,” she whimpered. “He said that I would feel more and be more sensitive.”

  “Sensitive to what, Tatum?” he gave her nub a slight twist.

  “Your mouths, your hands…everything,” she said. “I need you, please.”

  “I know what you need, and I’ll give it to you when I say you’re ready. You’re not ready, yet,” he let go and stepped back. Bren had distracted her, as Jayce had fastened her wrists over her head, and had them hooked to the headboard.

  “You’re both bad,” she was unable to move, “now what?” she gritted through clinched teeth.

  “This is a spreader bar,” Bren placed a warning hand on her lower back. “It’s not as bad as it sounds. Simply, the bar keeps your legs open and available for all of our needs. “In other words, you can’t squeeze your legs together, induce a climax, and leave us stranded.”

  She wondered how she could get them back for this one. She was exposed, vulnerable, and dripping wet. Facing Tatum, they settled at the headboard. Long and muscular, their bodies were works of art beckoning her touch. Except she couldn’t touch anything only watch. Jayce, with golden hair, shimmering skin, and a football player’s physique, settled his blue blaze on her face. “I love you.”

  “I love you,” she whispered back.

  A dark angel with indigo eyes caught her attention. “I’ve loved you forever, always will,” his hand took a slow journey down his torso and lingered at the crisp, chestnut hairs that trailed below his navel. His fingers slid around his massive erection and drew light circles over his bulging testicles. “Tell me what happened on the beach today, Tatum.”

  “But, you already now,” she salivated, as she watched his hand slide under his thick shaft. Veins taunt under his dark skin; Bren's penis bobbed towards her, as it wanted a turn.

  “Bad girl,” he shook his head. “I only know Jayce’s version; I want yours,” he gripped the base of his cock. With a firm squeeze, his oversized, plum head expelled a drop of iridescent liquid. “If I get what I want, then you‘ll get what you want.”

  “It’s quite simple,” Jayce agreed. He was palming the underside of his weighty sack and carefully stroking his hard on, lingering here and there.

  Both sets of resolute eyes were on her. Taking her in, feeding her into a sexual frenzy that she couldn’t possibly come down from. Then it dawned on her; she could get them back, now. “Well,” she wet her lips suggestively and watched them gradually increase their strokes. “I went downstairs in only a shirt and found thirteen tempting men staring at me. Feeling like a goddess, I fantasized about every one of them. I wanted them to see me in the throes of passion. Feel my body underneath their own while I called out their names. I imagined them as they pumped their seeds deep within my body with such a ravaged intensity that only they could fill,” she peered under her long lashes. They were white knuckled and frozen. She went on. “So, when I sat all creamy-like in Jayce’s lap, he spoke to his friend…um, what’s his name Jayce?”

  “Gage,” he rasped.

  “Uh, yeah…dark blond hair, big blue eyes… considerable in all the right places, Gage,” she tested his name in the heated silence of the room. “He was across the desk, Bren. Gage groaned aloud, didn’t he Jayce?”

  “Yes,” he bit out.

  “He did what?” Bren’s eyes flared.

  “She was heavily aroused and pawed me like a little hellcat,” he threw his head back and purposely hit the headboard. “I had to take her outside, remember?”

  “I remember,” Tatum continued. “We were on the sand,” she smiled. “The abrasion on my nipples, my clit, countered the pressure of the surf. In and out, the surf kissed my aching pussy,” she wasn’t sure if she had ever said the word pussy before, but it brought an excited flush across Bren’s high cheekbones. “And with everyone watching, he took my bottom with all the calmness of a school boy. Isn’t that right, Jayce?” she coyly smiled.

  “Not exactly, honey,” he ground his molars.

  “He pounded and pounded until I lost my breath. After climaxing several times,” she moaned fo
r emphasis. “I fainted.”

  “You fainted?” Hand stilled, Bren raised a brown eyebrow at Jayce.

  “Bullshit. You fell asleep, hellcat. This has gone far enough,” he rose on his knees. “You little game player. You don’t want anyone else, and you don’t want anyone else to watch you,” he didn’t ask.

  “I don’t?” she heard a familiar noise behind her.

  “Guess what this is?” Bren’s voice strained.

  “A vibrator,” she closed her eyes in dread. She had used them for years and never climaxed with them.

  “Your vibrator,” he corrected. “I found it in your suitcase, before I threw out your former wardrobe.” He hadn’t had to rummage through the naughty basket from the party to find what he needed. Tatum had it all along.

  She tensed. Bren had thrown out her suitcase without any consideration to her. Even though that pissed her off, she was distracted. He was circling her desperate clit with the end of her vibrating toy. “Okay, we’re even. You teased. I teased,” she couldn’t shrug. “It’s over with. Let’s be nice.”