by Cara Adams
How could they get her alone though? There must be a couple of hundred people crammed into this room right now, and tonight the entire pack would be at the mating. Although tonight it’ll be dark. Perhaps they could entice her away from the crowd. I wonder if she’d like to see the dungeon. That would get her alone. It’d tell us a lot about her, too. If she shudders at the thought, that means she isn’t the one for us, but maybe she’ll ask questions, and we can demonstrate a few pieces of equipment for her.
Theron’s dick was harder than a spike at the thought, and he knew he’d better stop thinking along those lines, or he’d risk half the world seeing his erection. He was wearing a fitted suit, not a baggy sweatshirt right now to hide his cock.
Apart from the fact that Saxon and Hardy said vows as well as Leah and Bram, there wasn’t really much difference between a wedding and a mating ceremony, Theron decided. The wedding party and most of the guests wore the same clothes as earlier in the day. The atmosphere was serious during the ceremony and then full of joy afterward, and all three men got to kiss Leah. Theron stared at Maia, but she was smiling happily at her sister. Clearly she approved of her sister mating three men.
Even the reverend was beaming at his daughter, and that was quite amazing. Surely there must have been quite an adjustment to accepting three sons-in-law in a single marriage.
But it was all good news for him anyway. He spoke softly to Draven. “We need to get her alone. Any ideas?”
Draven shrugged. “We can hardly ask her out for coffee. There’s plenty of coffee here.”
Chase said, “We need to move fast, or those Reeds will grab her.”
Theron looked for the Reed brothers, but they weren’t anywhere near Maia at the moment. Still, they had been right there with her in the hall. “I thought of asking her if she wanted to see the dungeon.”
Chase nodded. “Definitely. Let’s do it.”
Draven grabbed their arms. “Are you insane? You’ll frighten her away. We’re supposed to be attracting her to us, not sending her screaming home to mommy.”
“Well, you think of something then.” Theron glared at Draven. Let the man put his brains where his mouth was for once.
“We offer to show her around the pack headquarters. Not anywhere private, just the public rooms. Plus the dungeon if she wants to go there,” said Chase.
Theron’s dick stretched again. Fuck. He’d been half-hard since he first looked at Maia, and there was still no chance he’d be able to do more than give her a PG-rated kiss. Or maybe hold her hand. Well, that would have to be enough for now. As Chase said, they needed to stake their claim on her before the Reed brothers jumped in front of them again.
“Let’s go,” he said, pushing his way forward to the side of the room where Maia and her sister stood. He looked at Maia and then at Zoe. Leah was lovely, and he liked her. Zoe was pretty as well. But it was Maia who seemed to hold a string in her hand that was tied to his cock. She smiled, and his cock stood up. He could only hope the attraction was mutual.
Suddenly he was scared. What if she was just being polite? What if the thought of panther shape-shifters or three men scared her? What if she refused to come with them or get to know them because she didn’t want to be associated with panthers? What if she didn’t like him?
Chapter Two
Every time Maia caught sight of the blond panthers her belly clenched with need. They were so good-looking, and they’d smiled at her and said hi. No matter how often she reminded herself that likely they were just being polite, she couldn’t diffuse the lust that filled her at the sight of them.
This was most unusual for her. She was the third daughter of a Baptist preacher, and boyfriends and sex hadn’t played much of a part in her life. She’d actually been worried she mightn’t even have a date for her prom, but fortunately the boys were just as scared of being left looking desperate and dateless as the girls, so two different boys had asked her and she’d been able to pick the nicer of the two. He’d remained her boyfriend all that year, although they didn’t go out very often. Or have sex much either.
Maia was certain sex with any of these panthers would be so much better than sex as she remembered it and that her life would be changed forever.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t going to happen. There were almost as many people here as there’d been at the church. Nevertheless, when the men came up to her, she couldn’t help grinning like an idiot at them. “Draven, Chase, Theron,” she said, pointing to each one and hoping like hell she’d remembered them properly.
Chase had a more upright bearing and a more serious demeanor. Draven was more relaxed and easy-going. Theron was not intense precisely, but more of a thinker, she decided.
Fortunately, they all smiled back at her and nodded or said, “Yes.”
“Would you like to see around our headquarters? Look into some of the public rooms perhaps? We could give you the ten-cent tour,” said Theron.
“I would like that, thank you.”
“In that case we’ll make it the twenty-cent tour and show you everything,” said Draven.
They guided her out of the large community room and down the hallway past the bathrooms and the little sitting room where she and the rest of wedding party had rested and had coffee and cookies before this ceremony began.
The hallway took a dogleg to the right, and there were two elevators and a stairwell in the angle section. Next was a row of offices. They could have been any offices anywhere in the city. Maia didn’t care how boring what she was seeing might be. She was walking around escorted by three tall, incredibly handsome men. Her. Maia. An absolute nobody with three—not one, not two, but three—super handsome men.
“That’s right. Leah said something about you working at …Um…” Oops. “Stealing” probably wouldn’t be a good word to use. Likely they didn’t see it like that, even though it was basically what they did. “Repossessing mislaid items,” she said, proud she’d thought of a politically correct way of phrasing her thoughts.
“And finding things that were lost,” said Chase, bending down and almost whispering the words into her ear. She shivered with lust at his warm breath and sexy voice.
For ten more minutes, they showed her around the building, but although being with them was amazingly exciting, she knew they’d run out of things to do. She was saddened at the thought her time with them was about to end and once more she’d be surrounded by people. Then a brilliant idea flashed into her mind. She turned to look at them.
“Would you mind showing me your panthers? I’m sorry if it’s rude to ask, but the last time I saw panther shape-shifters I was a very little girl. Maybe only four or five years old. I might have been in kindergarten that year I think. Anyway it’s a very long time, ago and I’d really like to see you.”
“Of course,” said Draven instantly.
“I’m happy to do that,” added Chase.
“There is one place we haven’t shown you yet, but we weren’t sure if you’d be interested. If we go there, I’ll change for you,” said Theron.
Maia was a bit surprised. She was certain they wouldn’t take her to their apartment, so what did they mean? “Where?”
“The dungeon. A BDSM dungeon. Do you know what that is?” asked Chase, staring at her.
“Like Fifty Shades of Grey? I think I’d like to see it.”
All three men smiled and turned her around, walking faster now to the dogleg in the corridor. They took the stairs down two flights and emerged into a long corridor with concrete walls and heavy metal doors. Theron walked ahead, punched a code into a security pad, and opened a door for her, flipping on the lights as she stepped past him.
Maia stared at the dungeon. The walls were concrete painted black, and the floor was made of gray tiles. She looked up, and the ceiling was black blending with the walls.
“This is quite the atmospheric color scheme you have going on here,” she said.
“Are you sure you want to see our panthers?” asked Draven.
There was a chair in one corner of the room, so she walked across and sat down, smoothing the beautiful pale pink dress across her knees as she did. She wondered if the men would have even noticed her in her everyday outfit of old jeans. She was fortunate indeed she’d been wearing this lovely dress today instead.
When the men started getting undressed, Maia’s breath caught in her throat, and her jaw dropped. Then her brain kicked in. Of course. Panthers didn’t run around wearing starched white shirts, neckties, polished dress shoes, and a suit. Of course they had to get undressed first. And she was here alone with them, in a front row seat to see their beautiful bodies as it happened. Well, wowza!
Theron turned his back, laying his clothes neatly across a bench with foot rests at one end. A spanking bench she assumed. Draven remained facing her, even doing a little bump and grind as he pulled his belt out of his dress pants and wiggled his zipper down. Maia licked her lips. Hot. Very hot.
Chase did neither, simply undressing in a matter-of-fact, everyday kind of way as if stripping in front of her was no big deal. Well, maybe it wasn’t for him, but it sure as hell was for her. She’d never seen three naked men in a room together. Hell, she’d only seen three nude men in her entire life, and one of them was a picture of her father holding Leah on his lap in the bathtub when she was a baby, with baby Leah covering up his naughty bits.
Which was just as well because seeing more of her father than that was likely to be way TMI and cause her to need years of therapy. But looking at these men wasn’t going to send her into therapy. Into lust and desire for sure. But not into therapy. Unless the therapist was as good-looking as they all were.
They lined up in front of her, and she had to force herself to keep her gaze on their faces, not on their totally delicious bodies.
“Are you ready?” asked Chase.
“Yes.” Hell, yes would have been more accurate, but it was hard to make her brain think and her mouth move properly when three naked men were within arm’s reach. Three naked men who she’d very much like to touch, to stroke, to lick, to… Yes, well maybe she’d better not go there. After all, they were just being kind to her, their guest.
And then just like that, they were gone. She hadn’t really thought about it, but since their hair was blond she supposed she’d thought they’d have pale fur. Instead, their fur was black. They were panthers after all, and panthers were black. Except—
“I thought you’d have pale fur. I’m sure I’ve heard about panthers with pale fur before. Florida!” She gave a happy grin at the three big black cats staring at her. “Florida panthers have pale fur.”
One of them growled at her.
“Okay, I understand. You aren’t from Florida. No need to get your whiskers in a knot. Let me look at you.”
One immediately came right up to her and rubbed against her leg. Well, against her long pink dress covering her leg. Near enough. She stroked his fur and then his head. “Thank you, Draven. Who’s next?”
The other two paced over to stand side by side.
“You’re testing to me see if I know which of you is which.” She held one’s head, looking deep into his eyes, and then the other. The second one frowned back at her, and she knew he was Chase and that it was Chase who’d growled.
“All right, Chase, you can tell me later what upsets you about being confused with a Florida panther.”
She stroked Theron, and when she looked up, Chase was staring at her with his hands on his hips.
“Florida panthers aren’t real panthers. We’re the real deal.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t understand. I didn’t mean to offend you.”
She was sure she was blushing, but maybe that was because it was so difficult to lift her gaze from the long, thick cock, which was bobbing at her, to the frowning face she had to tilt her neck back to see properly.
“Ignore him. He always was a sourpuss,” said Draven, making her giggle again.
And then the three of them lifted her up off the chair, and Theron said, “Is there anything here you’d like to ask a question about?”
Slowly, she walked around the dungeon, looking at the equipment thoughtfully. It wasn’t hard to identify the St. Andrew’s Cross or the row of whips, canes, floggers, and paddles.
She licked her lips and thought of being whipped until she orgasmed. She hadn’t read Fifty Shades of Grey, but she’d need to be blind and deaf not to have heard the conversations about it and the huge number of people who gained extreme pleasure from punishment.
Chase moved behind her and slowly unzipped her dress. She knew she needed to tell him to stop. Knew she shouldn’t let him undress her even a little bit, but the words wouldn’t come. They were all naked, and she wanted to be nude as well. Chase carefully rested the dress across the chair, and Theron led her to the spanking bench.
“Tell me you don’t want to feel my whip on your naked ass,” said Theron.
Once again she knew she had to say no. And, once again, she remained mute, as her desire to experience punishment was much stronger than her common sense. Draven unsnapped her bra and slid it off her arms and then stood in front of her and placed both his hands over her breasts.
“They’re lovely,” he said and bent and sucked a nipple into his mouth.
Maia sighed and arched her back, needing more of his mouth, more of his touch. As if he understood, he cupped her other breast in his hand, stroking it and rolling the nipple with one hand as he sucked and licked the first breast.
Behind her, Theron stripped off her panties without removing her stockings or her shoes, and Chase led her the final few steps to the spanking bench.
She wasn’t sure how it happened because they all seemed to have their hands on her most of the time, but very soon, her wrists and ankles were strapped into the restraints and her ass was on display and ready to be whipped. Or caned. Or flogged or paddled. Whatever they decided.
“Are you ready?” asked Chase.
“Yes.”
“This is your last chance. If you don’t tell us to stop, we’re about to begin punishing you until you come screaming with delight,” warned Theron.
“Delight sounds good.”
There was a moment’s pause, as if they were waiting for her to change her mind, and then the multiple strands of a flogger landed over her ass and upper thighs. A heartbeat later, a whip slashed across both her butt cheeks, and then it was the flogger over her shoulders and a paddle on her ass.
The multiple sensations were new and exciting. Each was arousing in its own way, and each was quite distinctive. The paddle gave a broad heavy pain across a large area, but the hurt dissipated quickly. The flogger was a multifaceted thing, some stands hurting because of how they landed on her and others because of where they were placed. She was positive the men were punishing her exactly as they planned, not at random.
The whip was different again, giving a fine, deep pain over a very narrow area. All were quite different, but each was exceptionally carnal in its own way. Added together, in the mix-and-match way the men were punishing her, they had her on the brink of an orgasm in no time at all, and the deep desire to have someone touch her clit was as painful as the actual punishment. If just one of the men had put his fingers on her clit, Maia would have exploded at the touch. Hell, even her own fingers would have sent her off the cliff.
As they continued punishing her, Maia lifted her head in surprise. They’d swapped toys. Theron had started by whipping her, as he’d promised, but he was paddling her now, and quite a bit harder than Draven had done. Draven had exchanged the paddle for the flogger, and he was teasing it over her body unmercifully, letting the strands hint at pleasures none of them were fulfilling right away. Chase had been much firmer with the flogger, and now he was just as firm with the whip.
“You recognize our touch, don’t you?” a
hot voice whispered in her ear.
“Yes, Chase, I do.”
“And you want our touch, don’t you, Maia?” Draven trailed the wet head of his cock along her thigh.
Maia gulped. “Yes.”
“You crave having our cocks inside you.” Theron slid his cock up and down her butt crack.
And she did. It was insane, absolute lunacy, but she wanted them to fuck her. Any of them. All of them.
“I want you. But I can’t lie down because my hair will get messed up, and everyone will know.”
Draven laughed as Theron and Chase unbuckled her ankles. “You want us to fuck you but without spoiling your hairdo?”
“Yes, please.”
He took her over to the wall, leaned his back against it, and said, “Rest your hands on either side of me. Chase will fuck you from behind.”
Maia was confused. “What about you? And Theron?”
“We’ll be next.”
Three of them. All of them were going to fuck her. That meant three orgasms. She’d never had so many in a night before, and she wasn’t even sure such a thing was possible. But she was more than ready to find out. Chase pushed her legs wider apart and slid his cock inside her from behind, his skin seeming rough and cool on the heat of her punished ass. Maia was certain her ass was going to hurt her later, but right now, she didn’t care. The feeling of Chase’s cock inside was everything she’d dreamed of. He was huge, thick, and hard, and she wanted, no needed, to come.
“Fuck me. Please.”
Draven dropped to his knees and began sucking on her clit. Theron stood to one side of them, his hand on her breast. He lifted her arm up and dropped it over his shoulder then bent his head and sucked her entire areola into his mouth.
“Oh!”
Her cunt was full of cream from the punishment, yet instantly, it was wetter than ever. Chase’s cock slid in and out, faster and faster, slamming harder and harder into her until her knees were about to give way with her desperate need to come.
Chase was the most amazing sexual partner. He knew exactly how deep to push, how to turn his hips to torment and tease the walls of her channel, and most of all, how to push her arousal higher and higher with his deep, steady strokes into her core.
