Rogue Seduction [Seducing Them 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Cara Adams

  Roland filled her cunt and stretched her wide. Oh yes, that felt so good, but she needed to focus on Chris’s cock at her mouth as well. Once again she tasted him, trying to categorize his essence. A little salty, a little spicy. Summer dipped the point of her tongue into the slit of his cock, gathering a few more beads of pre-cum before letting him out of her mouth so she could suck his balls.

  His cock was surrounded by tightly curled brown hair. There was a slight fuzz of it on his balls as well, giving them a rougher texture, which was a pleasing contrast to his long, hard erection and silky-soft cockhead. Summer hid a grin as Chris gasped when she rolled his balls and then quickly bent to suck his cock back into her mouth again. She alternated licking up and down the shaft and sucking the head a few times before bending lower to tease his balls once more.

  Meanwhile, Roland had begun a slow, leisurely stroke in and out of her cunt. His measured, intense beat had her shivering with desire. Somehow slower was better, driving her need exponentially higher with every thrust. Part of her was ready to scream at him to go faster, but the other part knew she needed this build up if she was to bring Chris along with them.

  Her hands were fully occupied feeding Chris’s cock in and out of her mouth, and Chris had his hands on her head, moving her face a little so she touched him just right. But Roland, who’d had both hands on her hips as he drove his dick deep inside her, began brushing the back of one hand over her breast. His knuckles hit her nipple a little roughly, and her eyebrows rose at his touch. It was such a simple thing he was doing, but the tiny taste of roughness was incredibly carnal.

  Even as her mind was still assimilating Roland’s technique, Chris let go of her hair with one hand and pinched her other nipple. Cream flooded her cunt, and her pulse pounded faster and harder. There really was something amazing about having four hands on her body and the undivided attention of two men at once.

  That reminded her about what she was supposed to be doing, licking and sucking Chris. She ran her teeth gently over the head of his cock and then pressed her tongue against the heavy vein along his erection. Summer followed those actions by pressing her tongue along the ridge where his shaft and his cockhead joined. Another hiss from Chris told her he liked what she was doing.

  She pushed her breasts up into the men’s hands as she pumped her hips in time with Roland’s powerful thrusts. Then she took a deep breath, emptied her lungs, and sucked Chris as deep as he’d go, opening the back of her throat and trying hard not to gag as she attempted to swallow him down.

  Chris gripped her hair tightly and began to coach her. “Oh, fuck yes. Like that. Deeper. Come on, Summer, let me in. Down farther. Oh, yes. Like that. Just like that.”

  His simple words, half groaned at her, had an amazing effect on her as she concentrated on sucking him down farther and farther until she was able to swallow with his cockhead in her throat.

  Roland tilted her ass higher and began pounding into her fast and hard, making every nerve ending in her body tingle. Summer concentrated, breathed cautiously, and then swallowed Chris again. Now it was easier, and she could do it without gagging. Pleased with herself, she teased his head and the join between his cockhead and the shaft again before swallowing him a third time. He seemed even bigger this time but went down quite easily.

  She took one hand off Chris’s thigh to grip Roland’s arm. He was pumping into her so fast and deep that her body was rocking with his strokes, and an orgasm was already gathering in her belly from all the stimulation.

  Cautiously, she sucked Chris in again, pleased with her new skill and glad that Chris liked what she was doing because she sure as hell liked what both of them were doing to her.

  Summer had just fed Chris all the way down her throat when Roland pinched her clit. It was a harsh, stinging nip that shocked her with its intensity. The pain blossomed out from the tender little bud, and her orgasm burst over her with no warning, shaking her like a tree in a storm.

  She gripped both men tightly and groaned as her body quaked and spasmed. Her groan was gargled because Chris’s cock was deep in her throat, and she went to let him out just as a huge jet of cum rolled down her throat. He pulled out until only his cockhead was in her mouth as she swallowed convulsively, still shaking as aftershocks rolled through her system.

  Roland’s fingers dug deep into her hips as he jackhammered into her cunt, twice, three times, and then she felt the heat of his release into his condom. Gently she wrapped an arm over his shoulders, glad he’d joined her and Chris in their release. If they were to be a threesome, they needed to come as close together as possible.

  A threesome? Am I seriously thinking about mating them already? This is the first time we’ve fucked!

  * * * *

  Chris cuddled into Summer’s body and so did Roland. He wondered about moving them to put the blanket over them, but he was still hot and Summer’s body, pressed against his, was quite warm. Besides, it was wonderful lying together like this after awesome sex. All his hopes and dreams were coming true. His little community had every likelihood of being able to support itself between hunting, growing vegetables and other things, and selling goods and produce in a store and gas station at the crossroads.

  But best of all, Summer was with him and Roland and seemed perfectly content. Chris wasn’t stupid. He knew that there would be hurdles to leap and obstacles to overcome along the way, especially when it came to earning money. However, right now, he had lots of positive thoughts that, between all of them, their work and efforts would be enough and they’d survive. Besides, when Summer agreed to mate him and Roland, the next pair of men could begin to search for a mate, and the more people who joined their little settlement, the more ideas and expertise they’d have to help build a viable community. Yes. Life was pretty damn good right now.

  “Let’s transform and go for a run as wolves,” suggested Summer, sitting up suddenly.

  “What?” Chris was confused. They were lying here comfortably and companionably. Why get up now?

  “Come on.” She crawled to the tent door and shimmered, changing into a black wolf so dark he knew if she stood in the shadows outside she’d be invisible.

  Roland jumped up and changed into his dark brown fur, so Chris shook his head and transformed. He was the lightest of them with mid-brown fur, and he’d be the one who’d blend into the landscape best in daytime. At night he was a little more visible than them. Not that he expected anyone to be around to actually see them now that it was full dark.

  Summer took off, sprinting across the desert toward the crossroads. Again Chris was confused. Why was she running in that direction? Why not head out into the open desert? Her actions didn’t make any sense to him. They could be tucked up together under the blanket, cozy and snoozing together right now. That was more how he’d expected the evening to proceed.

  He looked all around, but there were no signs of movement, no dust clouds, nothing. So he raced after the others. Summer did cut across the desert, running parallel to one of the crossroads. Chris realized he had no idea where any of these other roads led, although maybe some of the others who’d been out hunting had ventured in that direction. Hmm, maybe not. Wildlife tended to stay away from settlements, so to catch lunch, going toward a community likely wasn’t a good idea.

  Perhaps she was just running for sheer enjoyment. He did that sometimes, stretching his spine and his legs, reveling in the ability to race along the ground on four feet so much faster than he could travel on two feet. Likely that was all she was thinking about. The joy of speeding through the night, feeling the breeze ruffle her fur and smelling the tantalizing scents of small living and growing things on the clean, dry, desert air.

  After a while Summer slowed and veered left, running up a low hill and stopping. He and Roland joined her, looking out over the night. This was a much lower hill than their own lookout dune, but it did give them a vista of the surrounding area. His vision in wolf form was sharper than in human form, as was his hearing and
all his other senses as well. But he couldn’t see any lights. Any settlement out this way was either still a long way away or else hidden behind the dips in the ground. The desert seemed flat at first glance, but it wasn’t. There were actually some quite high areas, although not right here. But even low hills could hide homes built in the valleys and hollows.

  This time he led the way to what he thought might be a rocky outcrop maybe half a mile away. It, too, didn’t appear to be all that high, but maybe they could see more from there. Summer ran after him, and Roland followed them.

  It was actually fun to jump from rock to rock, scrambling higher up the outcrop, using all four paws to stretch and balance. Climbing in human form was fun, too, but four feet were better for these particular rocks. They explored the outcrop, scrambling all over and around it, but still couldn’t see any community or even isolated lights. That wasn’t very surprising. He’d deliberately chosen Roxburgh for its isolated position. They wanted land of their own, not just a house allotment, but big, wide-open uninhabited spaces, and that’s what they’d found.

  The legalities were somewhat complicated, but since there had once been a community living at Roxburgh, and since the desert was government-owned land, not privately owned land, if they could prove the previous inhabitants were shape-shifters, they would be permitted to live there under similar laws to those that applied to Native Americans.

  Chris himself wasn’t completely on top of all the rules, and clerks in government departments would never be told they were shape-shifters, but the Supreme Alpha of North America had the ability to let his people move back to live on traditional lands that were currently uninhabited. Such land could never be sold, but it could become a werewolf community once again.

  Alpha Wolfric had told them to look everywhere they went and see if they could find an old cemetery. A gravesite with werewolf family names would be proof that these were traditional lands. Chris had told all his men that, but they’d been focused on setting up the community so far, not really sightseeing. However, maybe it was time to sightsee.

  When they’d stumbled across Jaz and Phideaux that time, it’d been because she was looking for old cemeteries, so it would only be fair if they found one for her. Apparently she got paid for finding them, so it would be a win-win situation if they found one, satisfying the Alpha, themselves, and Jaz as well.

  But none of that explained Summer’s urge to go running. When they were back in human form, they could talk about it.

  He nudged the others, gave a soft yip of instruction to them, and climbed down off the rocks. Roland sprinted past him, racing back the way they’d come, with Summer chasing him. Chris was content to follow them back. It had been good to go for a run, and it’d given him time to think of other things they could do together as well. Not that looking for cemeteries or scouting other settlements was exactly a date, but they’d be spending time together, and it’d be a change from counting passing traffic.

  * * * *

  Roland had enjoyed the run, but he was quickly becoming aware that they needed to talk about their future. He felt he knew Summer well enough now to broach other topics. The time they’d spent together had been extremely important. Getting to know a woman was a much more in-depth project than just wining and dining her and taking her to bed.

  They’d ended up in bed rather fast, but Roland thought the hours and hours of watching vehicles and filling in a traffic-flow spreadsheet had also given them endless unpressured time to talk about anything that interested them, and he knew that had helped them decide they liked each other as people. But now he had a whole passel of specific questions he wanted answered.

  As a wolf, surely she’d know all about BDSM. Wolves tended to be dominant creatures, and BDSM was a natural fit for their skills and interests. But what did Summer think about it? She’d come damn hard from a pinch on her clit, and she hadn’t complained about having her arms tangled in her clothing and not being able to use her hands on them, but how would she feel about being spanked? Or tied up? Or punished? They were all questions he longed to know the answers to.

  And then there was the big one. Would she mate them? Live with them here in Roxburgh and make them into a family?

  He made sure he was the first one back inside their tent so he could transform and pull a towel out of his backpack. He handed it to Summer. “Rub the sweat off with this first.”

  “Thanks.”

  He then handed her the bottle of water to wash her face, hands, and feet before passing the towel to Chris so he could rub his body down as well.

  All the while he was hoping Summer wouldn’t get dressed again straight away. She didn’t, but she did cover herself with the blanket. That was fine. As long as she stayed naked, maybe they could go to sleep touching and holding her. He longed for that. To go to sleep and wake up again with his woman in his arms.

  Chris pulled out the food bag and handed out thick, chewy oatmeal-raisin cookies.

  Roland took his happily. “These are so good. There’s vanilla and cinnamon in them as well. They’re so delicious.”

  He bit into his and chewed, swallowing his first mouthful with a delighted sigh. They were perfect after a run. Actually they were perfect before or after anything. Just about everything Bryan cooked was.

  “We’re so lucky Bryan came with us. I hate to think how we’d have managed otherwise.”

  “Maybe you’d have learned to cook yourself?” teased Summer.

  “Hell no. No one wants to taste Roland’s cooking. Or mine,” answered Chris.

  “Um, Summer how much do you know about BDSM?” he asked her, mentally crossing his fingers and toes that she wouldn’t be cross with him for introducing the subject.

  “It depends on what you mean by know. If you’re asking if I’ve ever done it, the answer is no. There’s no adult club or BDSM club in Wetherby. It’s a very small town, and everyone knows everyone else there. If you mean do I know what the letters stand for, then yes. Wolves do seem to be fascinated by BDSM, and quite dominant themselves.”

  “Are you interested in trying it out a little?” asked Chris.

  Roland held his breath, waiting for her answer. Her forehead was creased in thought, her cute little nose wrinkled up.

  “Effectively you’ve already tried it out on me, though, haven’t you? When my T-shirt was tangled around my arms, I wasn’t really free to move as I might have chosen to. And then there was last night when Roland pinched my clit harder than anyone has ever done before to send me into orgasm.”

  “Did you like that? You certainly came hard,” said Roland. His toes were still crossed, and he had no idea when that had gone from thought to action. Maybe he wanted her to be interested in BDSM so much his body was acting of its own volition in accordance with his thoughts.

  “Yes I did, but that doesn’t mean I’ll like being tied up and spanked all the time. Right now I trust you, but we hardly know each other thoroughly yet. I don’t know if either of you has a nasty temper, for example, or might become so invested in a scene that if I wanted to stop you both decided to keep going anyway.”

  “That’s true. We both promise you we aren’t like that, but right now you only have our word for it, not demonstrated good behavior. Would you be interested in playing a small scene with us to see how it goes?” asked Chris.

  Roland stared at Summer. His toes were crossed so tightly they’d begun to cramp, but he didn’t move. What would she answer now?

  Chapter Five

  Summer wasn’t innocent or naive. Certainly she’d always lived in a small town, but she had television and the Internet and friends. Besides, she was a wolf, and male wolves were incredible bossy and dominant. Well, some were assholes, but many were Doms and couldn’t help being protective and wanting to take charge of things.

  She hadn’t even graduated from middle school when she’d noticed that when the student body had to elect someone to plan and organize an event, nine times out of a ten, it was a wolf who was chosen. And i
t wasn’t even as if there were all that many wolves at the school, and she was certain almost no students knew who was a wolf. She only knew because the werewolf adults tended to spend time together.

  So BDSM had been in her mind from time to time, especially very recently. The question was, though, was it right for her? And the only logical answer was to try it out and then decide.

  “What sort of scene were you thinking of?” she asked.

  “I thought we could tie you up and try out some toys on you,” said Chris.

  “Me, too.”

  “What sort of toys?”

  “But if we tell you they won’t be a surprise,” complained Roland.

  She supposed that was fair enough. Surprises were all part of the stock in trade of BDSM. The sub was supposed to trust her Master to care for her and provide for her without knowing the details of what might be about to happen. Except that these men were not yet her Masters. It was stretching things right now to even call them her boyfriends. It wasn’t as if they’d ever been out together on a date, although they’d definitely spent time alone together.

  Damn, it was a difficult decision. Her heart was urging her to say yes, but her brain was reminding her that she was alone in the desert with them. “Okay, but if I say no, that means no, and you have to promise to abide by that.”

  “Why don’t you pick a safe word? We promise never to disrespect your safe word,” said Roland.

  “What’s wrong with no? No means no.”

  “In everyday life, that’s true. But in BDSM play, no might mean an entire range of things, up to and including yes. So it’d be good if you picked a different safe word.”

  “I like the idea of saying no. I promise I won’t tease you by saying it if I mean maybe or yes. So why don’t you just agree to have it as my safe word?”

  “Okay. It’s most unusual, but if that’s what you want, we agree,” said Chris.

  “I agree, too, but I can see BDSM bloggers writing this up as something totally weird,” said Roland.