Her Heart In Their Hands [The Tigers of Texas 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Em Ashcroft

  The next moment, she had her wish, lowering herself to take him in. She sank down until he was fully embedded, filling her, making her complete.

  Nearly complete, that was.

  Vaughn slid off the sofa and prowled over to join them. He kept his movements completely silent, his pose menacing, like a cat who’d forgotten to shape-shift. His body gleamed in the low lighting. Trinity swallowed and waited, flicking an anxious glance at Nathan. He reached up then lowered his hand and nodded.

  “We’ll be fine.”

  Trinity was not so sure. “It’s me who’s doing this.” The thought flickered across her mind. Was she mad to agree to this? What did it mean for them all? Where did they go from here? “You don’t even have a breedmate room,” she remembered.

  “We will make one,” Nathan said. She sensed satisfaction in his tone. He was about to make the link he’d told her he’d longed for in his youth. He’d traveled, searching for it, and hadn’t found his breed partner. Now he was about to make himself complete.

  With her? Yes, with her. She was part of this threesome. The center of it.

  Vaughn climbed behind her, straddling Nathan’s legs as she was doing. He placed a hand in the center of her back. “Lean forward, sweetheart. Let me in.” His voice was soft, but the commanding note in it unmistakable.

  Gazing into Nathan’s eyes, she did as he said, resting her hands on either side of his head and leaning forward. Nathan stroked her mind, and murmured to her, his voice soft. “Kiss me, baby.”

  He held her steady, his hand on her waist as he gave her a long, lingering kiss, keeping it slow and sensual. His cock was rigid inside her as Vaughn touched her and stroked her thighs before slipping one finger inside her pussy.

  With Nathan already lodged there, she felt fuller. Another finger joined the first. While Nathan kissed her, Vaughn worked her, easing his fingers inside her to work her open, widening her pussy with gentle scissoring and stretching.

  “I was going to ask for lube,” he said, “but you’re soaking wet.” He removed his fingers momentarily and the sound of slurping came to them. “Tastes good, too.”

  Then he was back, this time with three fingers. How long it took she had no idea, but she liked it. It should have felt odd, having one man inside her and another working her cunt, but it didn’t. It felt natural and amazingly hot. She steamed, and the desire inside her heightened to boiling point. She couldn’t wait. Fuck, what would it be like?

  She was about to find out.

  Chapter Six

  Vaughn had four fingers inside Trinity now. She whimpered into Nathan’s mouth, but he continued to hold her firmly but gently and give her long, slow, loving kisses.

  “You’re ready,” he whispered, leaning close.

  The next thing she felt at her entrance was hot, wet, and rounded. The blunt, smooth object eased into her, her eager flesh meeting it. He stopped. “Relax, Trinity. Breathe.”

  Nathan finished the kiss and, holding her forearms, moved her away so he was gazing at her. “Listen to him. Breathe.”

  “How is it for you?”

  Instantly he sent her a message. He loved it, but he had a twinge of apprehension, of going into the unknown. His slight uncertainty comforted her. At least she wasn’t the only person feeling it. His smile reassured her, and she must have relaxed because Vaughn slid in deeper.

  “We’re taking our time here,” he said. “Let’s get this right. I want you to feel nothing but pleasure, sweetheart. I’m in your mind. I can feel you, and I’ll sense it if you change. Right now you’re enjoying the fuck out of this. Having two men attend to your every need? Don’t destroy my ego by lying.”

  She laughed, and that must have eased his way that final few inches because the next minute he was inside her.

  When Trinity had thought of the bonding process, she’d known it was possible. Taking in two cocks had to be child’s play, right?

  And yet the impossibility had always remained uppermost in her mind. Now she knew, without any shadow of doubt, that this wasn’t only possible it was what she wanted more than anything else in the world.

  Nathan groaned low and softly. “Okay, now what?” He sounded impatient.

  “Now we move. Or, rather, I move and you provide the friction. Next time, buddy, you can do all the work. You’ve got the sweet spot, so when you think you can, say so and I’ll take a break.”

  “That sounds like a plan.”

  How could they talk like that? Like it was a football maneuver or something? Then she felt Vaughn move, and the thought flew out of her head.

  Vaughn fucked her slowly and carefully, sliding against her inner walls, and Nathan’s rigid cock drawing out before pushing back in.

  Trinity stopped wondering about mechanics and what anyone else might think and let herself enjoy. The sensation heated her, but Vaughn took such great care she felt only stretched.

  “Without lube,” she said aloud.

  “Some natural juices and a lot of care,” Vaughn said softly. He dropped a kiss at the base of her neck then straightened again. “Don’t worry. If I’d sensed any danger, I’d have stopped, I swear it. Maybe your cunt was made to take us.”

  “Maybe it was,” Nathan said. Tension elongated the strain in his neck and the muscles in his upper body. He was holding back, waiting his turn. “I’m beginning to think this is the right place. Baby, you’re so brave. Is this good?”

  “Perfect.” And it was.

  Vaughn’s movements increased until he could draw his cock nearly out and then push it back. The sounds of their lovemaking increased her awareness and drove her higher. That was until Nathan pushed his hand between them and found her clit, squashed as it was between them. He held his fingers there while Vaughn worked her, and she felt her orgasm rise. It came with the power of an earthquake, and it sure as fuck shook her world.

  Vaughn continued to fuck her, slow and steady. He gradually increased the power of his drives, harder until he cried out. A gush of liquid inside her heralded his climax. He groaned, and his big body shuddered above her. He murmured and kissed her spine, his lips trembling against her skin.

  “Oh, fuck, oh, sweetheart, Trinity, that was something else.”

  As he began to withdraw, Nathan gritted his teeth. His head went back, and she felt him come, his essence blending with Vaughn’s inside her. “You feel so good, baby, I love you.”

  “Yes,” she managed to say before the aftershocks of her own explosion turned into another orgasm.

  * * * *

  What surprised Vaughn was that Trinity and Nathan didn’t push him out. After the deed was done, after he’d bound himself to these two near-strangers, he’d fully expected them to show him to a bedroom and go off on their own. He’d even made it easy for them.

  He’d withdrawn first and used one of the T-shirts to wipe himself off, handing another to Nathan so he could help Trinity. He got to his feet and swept up his jeans, climbing into them and preparing to wish them both good night. Even though every cell in his body was screaming at him to take care of her.

  She looked exhausted. Her hair drooped on either side of her face in dark, tangled wings, her body slumping before Nathan caught her under her arms and rolled her over. He withdrew from her body. She lay there, looking like Vaughn’s every wet dream, smiling up at her lover.

  That was when Nathan glanced at him with a wry smile. “This is a two-man job. We need a bath. If I lead the way, can you pick her up?”

  Okay, he could do that. As he gathered the naked body of his breedmate against his chest, the scent of their bonding reached his nostrils. It bewitched his senses, making him long for more. But Trinity wasn’t in any state for more tonight. She’d be sore, like a virgin on her first night. The stress of the day was getting to her, as well. He was still in her mind. He didn’t think he could bear to wrench himself away, not completely. Not yet. So he sensed her exhaustion and the tension that remained like a shadow at the back of her mind. And he knew he couldn’t l
eave her.

  Nathan could take care of her, but Vaughn would have these few moments.

  Nathan led the way upstairs through a spacious suite decorated in soothing blues to a bathroom with a large walk-in shower section. The tub had a fantastic view over the fields of Goldclaw country, with the mountains in the distance. Not that he spared the view or the rooms more than a passing glance, except to ask Nathan, “These windows are safe, aren’t they?”

  “All bulletproof and one way,” Nathan told him.

  Vaughn turned his attention back to the nearly asleep princess in his arms. He kissed her forehead then her lips, gently, so as not to wake her. “She’s gorgeous.”

  “Yes she is.” Nathan touched a panel, and the tub began to fill. He found some scented oil and poured some in, the scent of gardenias rising to mingle with their purer scent.

  “Breedmate fucking smells different,” he said.

  “It does,” Nathan agreed softly.

  Trinity just smiled. She put her hand on his chest. “Stay,” she said, her tone dreamy.

  Vaughn glanced at Nathan, who met his gaze and nodded. “Yeah. What our lady wants, she gets.”

  But Trinity was in love with Nathan. Vaughn wasn’t at all sure about him. While breedmates had an unbreakable bond, once they’d done the deed and committed themselves, they didn’t always fall in love. Nathan and Trinity had done that before he’d appeared on the scene. Did he really have a right to stay? He was a loner, happier that way. Sure, he’d have to stay here for a while until the bond had settled and they could test it. Besides, he wasn’t going anywhere while Trinity was in danger. But after those two events were dealt with, he could consider giving the lovebirds some distance.

  Except that Trinity called to him in a way he’d never experienced before. His soul had called to her the moment he’d seen her, but this felt different. More, well, more caring. He was used to camaraderie, even close friendship, and an easy companionship that came with the lovers he’d taken to date, but not this.

  “It’s ready,” Nathan said. “I’ll get in, and you hand her to me.”

  Trinity opened her eyes and watched Vaughn as he placed her carefully in Nathan’s arms. She sat with her back to him and leaned against him, his arms going around her as if they’d done this many times before. She continued to watch Vaughn, though, until he stripped off his jeans and climbed in opposite. He wasn’t sure what was going on, but he’d get with the program if his breedmate wanted it.

  Trinity sat up and reached for him, spreading her hands over his chest and sliding them up and down, making whorls in his chest hair. “This is every woman’s wet dream,” she murmured. “Two fine men. But for some lucky women, it gets to come true. You are one gorgeous man, Vaughn.”

  He chuckled, the sound rumbling in his chest. “I worked for it. Maybe I’ll get old and fat one day. I’ll have to find physical work.”

  “There’s plenty around here,” Nathan said. “There are a lot of concerns. A dude ranch, for instance. The main Goldclaw mansion is a hotel now, a center for weddings, but that’s not too physical. There are working ranches and ranches that concentrate on horses. We even have a thoroughbred stable now. They have breeding schemes for different kinds of horses, but sometimes a polo pony will get with a racecourse mare.”

  They all laughed. “Accidents will happen,” Vaughn remarked and then stopped. Fuck, they could have caused an accident themselves. “We didn’t use protection. We can’t for the bonding act. Are you on the pill, Trinity?”

  She shook her head. “We took the chance. The pill doesn’t work as well with shape-shifters, in any case. Not ninety-eight percent successful like it is with humans. Nope, I knew. If I am, we’ll deal with it.”

  “That’s the natural imperative,” Nathan put in. He lifted his knees, making room for Vaughn to stretch his out. “Shape-shifters, like all animals, want to mate and produce offspring. Well, if we have one, it won’t go unloved.” He shrugged.

  To Vaughn’s surprise, Trinity kissed him before she returned to lean against Nathan again. “It’s unusual but not unknown to make a baby when bonding. But I’d prefer us not take any more chances when we make love.”

  That phrase shocked Vaughn, took him by surprise. Make love? Was that what they’d just done? He’d always fucked. He wasn’t quite sure of the difference, but he knew it existed. Maybe he’d just learned. He couldn’t separate his human responses to her from the ones created by the bonding. He’d expected his possessiveness to increase fiercely and the need to be close to her for a while, but not this. And he felt an odd sense of camaraderie with Nathan. He hadn’t expected that. Nathan was as powerful a male as he was, and if anything, Vaughn had expected rivalry.

  “I can do that,” he said. He had condoms somewhere. He couldn’t wait, although he knew he had to, for Trinity’s sake.

  “In any case,” Nathan added, “shape-shifter sperm becomes nonviable after twenty-four hours. That was a problem for us when our females started to die out.”

  “Desperate times,” Vaughn said, although he didn’t remember them well. The shape-shifter community hadn’t noticed at first, but something had caused generations of shape-shifters to have male cubs, almost exclusively, until there were hardly any females left. They’d faced the probability of dying out with bravery, but then their enemies had unexpectedly played into their hands.

  A group declaring itself the enemy of shape-shifters—one of the many—had created a formula for making human women into breedmates. They’d planned to breed their own shape-shifters, brainwash them into becoming slaves, then send them to destroy their own. A batshit theory that went completely wrong when the formula had accidentally been introduced to the main water supply. Now every woman was a potential breedmate, which some groups still didn’t like. Was a group like that responsible for the attacks on Trinity?

  Vaughn dismissed the idea immediately. No, because they had attacked her when she still lived with her parents, with little contact with shape-shifters. The man after her wanted her for something else entirely. Vaughn just didn’t know what that was, and it was driving him crazy trying to work it out.

  “I honestly don’t know why he wants me so much,” Trinity said, as if reading his mind. Of course she was. Breedmates could go deeper into each other’s minds. From now on, Vaughn would have to get used to that. “It’s as if it’s personal. But how can it be?”

  Nathan growled low, more cat than human before he said, “He might be a perfectionist, wanting to finish what he started. Or he could have a grudge.”

  Vaughn grunted his agreement. “That seems most likely. Criminal gangs have codes of honor. Maybe Driscoll wants to fulfill that. It seems the most likely theory. He let you get away, and he promised to eliminate the whole family.” He sensed rather than saw a shudder shake Trinity’s slender frame.

  He went with his instinct, to sit up and take her into his arms. Nathan let her go, watching through half-closed eyes as Vaughn nestled her against him, curving his arms around her protectively. “You don’t have to go in. We’ll find another way.”

  Over her shoulder, he met Nathan’s eyes. Nathan gave a short nod.

  Trinity pushed away, but Vaughn kept his arms around her. “No,” she said. “I want this done, over. I want that bastard stopped.”

  “Then promise us you’ll do what we tell you to,” Vaughn said. “No heroics, none of that feistiness.” Making a fist, he touched her chin in a mock punch that was more of a tender caress.

  “Okay.” He pulled a reluctant smile from her. She got a kiss for that.

  Vaughn loved kissing his breedmate. He’d never been into kissing much before. He preferred a nice, friendly encounter and then gone. He could use his mouth for other things. But Trinity had such a soft mouth, and she tasted so good it was a shame to waste it.

  So he didn’t. He spread his hands over her back, guiding rather than controlling, and enjoyed the fuck out of her. But when he slipped into her mind, he sensed her discomfort. Th
e bath was helping, but they’d stretched her. He cursed himself.

  Drawing away, he let her go. To her surprise, she went with him when he lay back, curling against his chest. Nathan gave Vaughn a lazy grin. “Seems our pussycat wants to share herself around.”

  “And you’re okay with that?”

  “Sure, as long as it’s you.”

  Vaughn couldn’t sense anything but complacency in his breed partner, and a touch of concern, most likely for what they’d planned. But they had tomorrow. Trinity was off shift, so she wasn’t going anywhere. They all got a chance to take a breath and recover. Unfortunately, so did Driscoll, unless Chris found him first.

  That was the best scenario. Much as he’d like to rip Driscoll’s head off, if Chris got hold of him first, that was game over. Maybe they could plan a honeymoon or whatever the fuck breedmates did.

  Trinity lifted her chin. “Don’t I get a say?”

  “You did,” Vaughn reminded her, drawing her back to lean against him. “You took us on. You know what shape-shifters are like with their breedmates, especially freshly bonded. We’re going to have to show some self-control when you’re working. And don’t show any interest in another man.”

  “Not even to look? The girls at work drool over calendars and such all the time.”

  “Except for you.” He tapped her butt under the water. “Or I could make this a bit harder.”

  To his delight, a small quiver vibrated against his skin. She liked that? He’d tried a touch of spanking and bondage in his time. That might be fun to explore. Not now, sadly. They had a job to do and a breedmate to cherish.

  “Give it a couple of months,” Nathan said. “Maybe we won’t be so sensitive then.”

  The thought of Trinity looking at another male filled Vaughn with simmering fury. He guessed Nathan was hiding his possessiveness, but where Trinity was concerned, he’d had more practice. But since he’d never been that way before, he had no way of gauging how this would go. How did a man cope with possession this fierce, especially in this day and age of equality and feminism? Both of which he heartily agreed with, because the women he’d known would have given him hell had he thought any other way. Trinity was no exception to that.