Tamed by the Wolves [Werewolf Brides 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Cara Adams

  After a while Gowan could tell she was tiring of the game, so he pulled her to her feet. “Time to go swimming.”

  “What?”

  “You can’t go to Hawaii and not swim.”

  “It’s nice and warm here with the heater on, but I’d rather not climb in the swimming pool and catch pneumonia, thank you.”

  “The water’s hot.”

  “What?”

  “We heated the water on the stove and poured it in much too hot to sit in. By now it should have cooled just enough to be perfect. Why don’t you dip a toe in and check?” suggested Maitho.

  Staring at them both, Dera crossed the deck and dipped not her toe, but her hand, in the water. “It really is warm. It’s nice.”

  “I told you so,” said Maitho smugly.

  Gowan laughed. It’d taken them ages to heat the water on the stove, and they’d waited until the first few pots were boiling before pouring them into the pool, wanting to be sure it didn’t cool down too quickly.

  “It was a bit of a challenge timing it right. We needed the water to be hot enough you weren’t cold, but not so hot we’d need to add a whole lot of cold water before we could get in,” Gowan said.

  Dera sat in the pool. “Well, it’s just perfect. However you did your calculations, you got it exactly right.”

  She leaned back in the water and wiggled her body. “Hmm this is really nice. I could so get used to this.”

  Gowan pulled her onto his lap and slid his hands into her bikini bottoms, holding her ass cheeks. “Have you ever had sex in the water before?”

  “No, I haven’t. I’ve heard people say it’s impossible because a man can’t, um, thrust, properly.”

  “Would you like to disprove that theory with us now?”

  “Have you got condoms?”

  “Ever practical, aren’t you?” teased Maitho, holding up a box of fluorescent condoms.

  “Wow, look at those colors.”

  “We needed bright colors because we’re in Hawaii. Everything there is bright and colorful,” added Gowan.

  “Uh-huh.” Dera took the box from Maitho and riffled through it. She picked out a bright green one, which she handed to Gowan, and a fluorescent pink one, which she gave to Maitho.

  “Not yellow to match his thong?” Gowan teased her.

  “Maybe next time. There was a neon purple one there that looked a lot of fun as well.”

  Gowan’s dick was so hard it pained him. Every word she said, every look she gave him, every time he saw her lush breasts, and every stroke of his palms on her ripe ass was almost enough to make him come. But that wasn’t practical. It was Maitho’s turn to take her cunt and he wanted to keep hold of her ass. He needed to know how she felt about being touched there, penetrated there. If the two of them were to claim her properly, they needed to fuck her together, which meant one of them in her cunt and the other in her ass. He really hoped and planned to find out her thoughts on that today.

  First things first. He slid the straps of the bikini off her shoulders, and unsnapped the clasp at the back. The tiny piece of fabric dropped down her arms and Maitho reached over to grab it. Gowan wanted to keep his hands on her ass, but the time had come for Maitho to have his turn. He shifted her over to Maitho’s lap, and Maitho tugged her bikini bottoms off, then handed her the pink condom, which she rolled down his shaft. The yellow thong had disappeared. Gowan hadn’t noticed that happening, but he supposed he’d better make his own board shorts disappear, too.

  He stripped off his shorts, wrung them out, dropped them over the side of the pool, and kneeled behind Dera. She was sitting on Maitho’s lap, his cock already inside her. Gowan’s dick throbbed and bounced, begging to play, too, but Gowan forced himself to concentrate on his task. His task was to find out Dera’s preferences, while making the sex even better for her.

  He reached across to the little low table that held the remnants of their snack and their drinks, and picked up a tube of waterproof lube. He coated the first two fingers of his right hand thickly then sat back down on the base of the swimming pool, his legs on each side of Maitho. Gently he used his left hand to stroke and pet Dera’s back and spine, gradually working his way lower and lower until he reached her ass.

  Her own hands were around Maitho’s neck, and Maitho’s arms, which had been around her waist, were now on her breasts. Gowan offered silent thanks to Maitho for being so attuned to him as well as to Dera. It wasn’t easy for a man to think about a third person when he was fucking his woman.

  Gowan massaged one of her ass cheeks with his left hand while holding them both apart with his right hand, gently stroking his index finger up and down her crack, teasing the ring of her rosette, but not entering her until she sighed and wiggled herself on Maitho, offering him more of her ass. Pleasantly surprised, Gowan began to open her, acting extremely slowly in case she changed her mind. He inserted only the tip of his index finger at first, then using just a single finger as he stroked and petted her.

  “Don’t tease me. Put your finger in there properly,” Dera said.

  Gowan slathered both fingers with more lube before pressing first one then the second finger inside her.

  “Shit, yes,” Dera gasped and came.

  Maitho pumped harder into her and Gowan continued to massage her ass, widening and softening her rear entry as Maitho finally came.

  Dera opened her sleepy eyes and looked at him. “Let me help you with your cock,” she said huskily.

  Maitho turned her sideways to give Gowan space. “It won’t take much,” Gowan warned her.

  Dera nodded and tipped her head right back, holding his shaft at her mouth and sucking on his cockhead. She teased and scraped her teeth over him, licked up his shaft and rolled his balls. But Gowan knew his control was at an end. In the hands of this woman, he was bread dough to be molded to her will. She sucked him deep into her mouth again and he came, only remembering then he’d never put the condom on. She didn’t seem to mind, swallowing his seed and licking his cockhead.

  He picked her up out of the little swimming pool and carried her to the main bathroom. “Your costume for our next vacation destination is in there waiting for you,” he said as he headed to the second bathroom he shared with Maitho. They had to get into their costumes, too, and be ready to escort her into the correct room. He didn’t want her wandering around the house, spoiling the surprises of his scenes.

  Chapter Four

  Maitho had cheated in planning the menu for the next scene in Gowan’s entertainment with Dera. It was to be China, and Maitho had looked up the yum cha banquet menu of Coopersville’s premier Chinese restaurant and adapted it for three persons. Lots of different items, but just a small taste of each one, true to the spirit of a real Chinese banquet meal. Fortunately, he’d been able to prepare most of the food that morning, leaving just the last few things to heat through now.

  When Gowan had shown him pictures on the Internet of ancient Chinese warriors wearing skirts, he hadn’t liked that idea at all. But some of them were wearing baggy white pants that were tied just under the knee, and he’d agreed to wear them. Wearing white when cooking, although traditional, was almost inviting splashes, stains, and spills. So he’d added a chef’s apron, which would also protect his naked chest from being burned if the hot oil splashed on him as well.

  Quickly he plated up the hot spring rolls, fried prawn dumplings, and deep fried calamari with spicy salt and chili sauces. Keeping warm in the oven he had the next course, a mixed steamed dim sum platter with gow gee, vegetable dumplings, and shumai.

  Just then Gowan arrived holding a blindfolded Dera’s hand. Dera looked breathtaking in the skin-tight, bright red, traditional cheongsam. Well, maybe not quite one hundred percent traditional. The side split extended all the way to her waist, instead of ending at mid-thigh, and although the dress had a high mandarin collar, it also had a heart-shaped peephole below the collar which clearly demonstrated Gowan hadn’t provided a bra for Dera to wear.

 
“You look amazing,” he told her.

  “The food smells amazing, too,” she replied.

  Gowan removed the blindfold and snapped a pair of fluffy red handcuffs around her wrists, locking her hands in front of her.

  She grinned at them both. “I’m not all that adept with chopsticks. Without the use of my hands, I might just starve to death.”

  “Oh, this vacation is all about us serving you. Besides I’ve put forks on the table as well as chopsticks,” said Maitho, picking up the food and carrying it to the table. He had to say, Gowan had made the room look quite authentic, yet he’d done it very simply. He’d hired, or possibly borrowed, a couple dozen red Chinese lanterns, which were scattered around and provided all the light. There was also a big Chinese partition screen facing the seat where Dera would be, so she would have the authentic Chinese flavor while he faced the kitchen and his responsibilities. Gowan pressed the remote on his laptop and pictures of well-known Chinese places flashed up on the wall beside the dining table.

  Dera sat entranced as the screen rolled through scenery of the Great Wall of China, the Summer Palace, Tiananmen Square, and other places Maitho recognized but didn’t know the names of. He cleared the first lot of dishes and brought in the steamed Chinese broccoli, served with oyster sauce and tiny sides of barbecued pork and roasted duck. In the interest of being authentic, he served each onto a bed of fried rice, and made sure the sauces would penetrate right to the bottom of everyone’s little bowl.

  While Maitho was busy serving the food and Dera was watching the screen, Gowan must have done something with the remote control, because now they were walking up an enormous flight of stairs onto the Great Wall. Maitho hadn’t seen this before and had to force his mouth closed as he tried to watch the screen and Dera both at the same time. The camera panned slowly, taking them step by step onto the wall, until they could see the view out over the battlements and across miles and miles of the countryside. Ahead of them the wall marched on remorselessly, miles and miles of it, dotted with watchtowers here and there. Their virtual tour took them to a watchtower, and Maitho felt almost claustrophobic inside the building with its narrow slit windows looking out in each direction and just a small area of shelter where the watchman could sit and not be in the way of the other guards.

  Then they were standing out on the wall again, looking forward and then back.

  “That’s so amazing. It’s hard to believe it was built all that time ago before modern construction, yet has stood the test of time,” said Dera.

  “There are parts of it that are over two thousand years old, but most of it is only seven hundred years old or thereabout,” said Gowan.

  “Only seven hundred. Well, that’s practically brand new then,” teased Maitho.

  “I can’t imagine that anything being built today will be still around after seven hundred years,” said Dera.

  “Certainly not houses or apartment buildings or shopping malls. Most of them are looking in sad need of refurbishment after ten years. I wonder if it’s how things are constructed. Today most things are designed with inbuilt obsolescence,” said Maitho, thinking of some of the new housing estates on the edges of Coopersville.

  “I’m not sure. I don’t know about the Great Wall itself, but often things which are promoted as antiques such as buildings and furniture, have actually been extensively refurbished with new wood on their hinges and places where there’s a lot of wear, and fabrics are all new. They might be in the style of the original period, handwoven fabric for example instead of machine-made, but it’s not fabric that is genuinely a hundred years old,” said Gowan thoughtfully.

  “That reminds me of an old family joke. My grandfather was very proud of having his grandfather’s ax. It was a family heirloom. You might be aware there are basically two parts to an ax. There’s the head and the handle. Grandfather would proudly say, ‘This is my grandfather’s ax. I remember grandfather chopping down a tree with it. It’s the exact same ax he used.’ And all we kids would ooh and aaah and the boys would want to touch the head to feel how sharp it was. Then Grandfather would say, ‘It’s only ever had two new heads and three new handles. This is the exact same ax…’”

  Maitho laughed. “That does put things into perspective. But as long as the old man was proud to have the ax, it doesn’t really matter whether there was anything original left of it. It symbolized family to him.”

  He picked up their empty bowls, placed them on the sink, and opened the refrigerator to collect their final course. As he bought out the egg custard tarts and a bowl of lychees, he said, “We should actually be having chicken and corn soup last, after the dessert, but my tastes are not sufficiently cultured to be used to eating soup at the end of a meal. I think I’m too westernized.”

  “I think I’m too full,” said Dera, watching him scoop a spoonful of lychees into a clean bowl for her.

  “Yeah, that, too.”

  There hadn’t been a word of complaint from her about having to eat with her wrists handcuffed together. In fact, she’d managed extremely well. She hadn’t attempted to use chopsticks, but she’d very quickly worked out how to use a fork, leaving her arms almost still, and just pointing her hands down to spear a bite of food and up to put it in her mouth.

  “Where are we going next?” she asked, looking from him to Gowan.

  “We aren’t ready to leave China yet. After dinner comes dancing, and you have to dance with both of us,” said Gowan.

  “I’ll have to hook my hands over your neck, but I expect I can do that,” she said.

  Oh hell, yes. He wanted to crush her body against his and let her know how much he longed to fuck her. It was just as well these stupid white pants were baggy because his dick was huge, and resting it against her belly would give him at least a fraction of relief from the tension building inside him. Also, he wanted to feel her nipples digging into his chest. The cheongsam she wore was skin tight and her nipples were clearly outlined against the red silk. He knew they’d be hard and hot against his bare chest.

  * * * *

  Dera was excited at how the men had used their very different skills to work together and make a really special evening for her. She could only imagine how much work had gone into organizing the sand, the pool, the shelter, the food, and even just filling the pool with all that hot water while cooking a multicourse, complicated meal. She was more than ready to dance with them, and having her wrists handcuffed together wasn’t a problem. She was sure Gowan had done it to give her a hint of BDSM while still in a safe and familiar place with both the men.

  She wanted to get into bed and be fucked by them. By both of them. But dancing as foreplay was also fine by her. She planned to drive them crazy by rubbing her body across their cocks and, at the same time, perhaps ease the ache in her own breasts. Without a bra, her nipples rubbed against the silk of the dress and continually drove her own arousal higher and higher. Not to mention the fact that not wearing panties meant the cream from her cunt was coating her inner thighs and might even be making a wet spot on the back of the dress. She knew that Gowan had deliberately planned for such a thing, and she was absolutely certain either he or Maitho would slide their hand over her body through the slit in the skirt. A slit that almost reached her waist and would show a hell of a lot of skin once they began to dance.

  Gowan walked across to his laptop and clicked on a few icons, and a waltz started playing. “That’s not Chinese,” Dera objected.

  “This isn’t the time for Maitho and me to argue about classical music so I went for a few tried and true Strauss waltzes. We’ll be dancing to ‘Tales from the Vienna Woods’ and ‘The Blue Danube.’ Nothing controversial.”

  Dera let the well-known orchestral music flow over her body and when Maitho took her into his arms and began dancing, she locked her handcuffed wrists around his neck, pressed her body against his, and followed his lead. The living room furniture had been pushed right back against the walls, apart from the dining table where they’d been
seated, and the elegant painted Chinese screen. Only now did she notice yet more hard work the men had done to make the evening flow smoothly. They were dancing within seconds, instead of having to spend time clearing a space.

  Maitho was a damn good dancer. He led her slowly but definitely, directing her around the room, mostly circling the edges of the space, but occasionally dancing on a diagonal into the middle of the room. Maitho had one hand on her center back, holding her body close to him, and the other on her ass, since holding her hand as was customary would hardly work right now.

  Once she knew she could follow his steps without tripping over either her own feet or his, Dera pressed her nipples against his chest, rubbing gently up and down. Maitho’s cock was a thick ridge against her belly and she knew her rubbing would be affecting him as much as it affected her.

  Maitho ramped up the sexual tension by reaching through the slit of her dress and placing his hand on her bare skin, although still on her ass. As they danced, he massaged her butt, his big hand covering her flesh and one finger teasing along her ass crack.

  More honey poured from her pussy at his touch. She was so ready to move this party into the bedroom. Dera lifted her chin and licked his bare chest then placed a row of tiny bites along his flesh. In response Maitho moistened a finger with her own cream and pushed it into her anus, twisting it around and teasing the ring of her rosette. Dera’s breath hitched and she pressed her face into his chest to stifle a groan. This was taking dirty dancing to a whole new level.

  Then Gowan was standing beside her and Maitho stepped back. As he moved away his fingers slid over her thigh and stroked her pussy. Dera knew his touch wasn’t accidental. He was deliberately cranking the sexual tension higher. Although she was pretty sure she’d combust if someone—or even better, two someones—didn’t fuck her soon.