Good Kitten [Stocoma City 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Fel Fern

  Scott growled at him in warning, but Ragan gently squeezed the back of his neck. Satisfied, he sat on his haunches beside her, looking like the world’s most deadly protective dog. Rafe hovered protectively behind her shoulder as well.

  “I’m an adult, Garrett. I can make my own decisions. You’re not my father.”

  “If Raquel were alive, it would give him a fucking heart attack to learn three of his children are mated to the enemy,” Garret said in a low voice.

  Ragan sighed. “We’ll talk about this later on. For now we need to discuss about the suicide bomber and the assassins that managed to get inside the grounds.”

  She began to approach Lance and Ren, who patiently waited for them to finish their discussion, but Garrett grabbed her wrist.

  “We’re talking about this now. Tell me whatever you feel for these wolves is some kind of fluke. That you’re in heat or something, and this is just temporary insanity. All I need is your reassurance, and we can ignore any of this happened,” Garrett said, eyes imploring, looking for an explanation.

  Rafe let out a breath and Scott stilled. It felt like everyone there was watching her reaction, and Ragan didn’t like taking center stage. She wrenched back her hand from Garrett’s.

  “I don’t want to bury this, Garrett. It’s not a fluke. Every shifter experiences that one moment in their lives when they know their mate is standing right in front of them. It happened to me last night. Whether something good can come out of it, I don’t know yet, but I intend to find out,” she told him truthfully.

  “By choosing them, you’re making an enemy out of your own family, Ragan. Are you aware of that?” Garret asked, his tone frosty and his expression grim and hard.

  “My family?” Ragan couldn’t keep the bite out of her own voice. “I had done everything I can for my family. Bled, fought and took care of every lion under my care. Tell me, is it selfish to finally want something for myself?”

  “Why them?” Garret sneered. “Are wolves really better than lions? You can have any male in the pride, but instead you pick these beasts. You disappoint me, Ragan.”

  Ragan coolly regarded him. Garrett’s comment stung, but appearing vulnerable was the last thing she needed right now. “Your disappointment means little to me. You’re still my second in command, so fucking fall in line. If you want to leave after this and take orders from River or Red, then be my guest, but we have work to do.”

  Turning her back on him proved to be one of the hardest things Ragan had to do. Among her crew, she trusted Garrett the most. He’d worked for her father before coming over to her side to mentor and guide her. It hurt to see Garrett turning his back on her. She knew he’d do her job, but after Ren’s wedding she might end up alone, or worse, dead.

  “Brave little kitten,” Rafe murmured against her ear.

  He kissed the side of her cheek, about to take her lips, but stopped when she shook her head. Standing up for her potential mates had been one thing. Flaunting their relationship in front of everyone would only do more harm.

  “I understand,” Rafe said, nodding.

  “That was freaking amazing,” Ren gushed, jabbing playfully at her shoulder when she came over.

  “I agree with Ren, but was that wise?” Charity asked.

  “Probably not, but I’m relieved,” Ragan admitted.

  “I need details. Now,” Ren demanded.

  “Now’s not the time, Ren,” Lance warned, tugging at Ren’s ear. Ren pouted, but conceded.

  “We all need to have a sit-down and go through the details again. Something about how easy the assassins got inside bothers me,” Ragan told Lance. Talking about business was good, she decided.

  “Sitting down is good. My feet are killing me,” Ren pointed out. “Plus everyone who shifted should put their clothes back on. Seeing so many hot naked men running around is making me horny.”

  Lance glowered at him.

  Their party reconvened inside one of the Woodsbury Manor’s meeting rooms. No one said a word when Scott and Rafe sat themselves on either side of her. It really did feel good, Ragan realized, to no longer hide. Both men gave her possessive little touches occasionally, which renewed her confidence in the declaration she made.

  No doubt by now, word would have passed around her men and eventually reach the top. Ragan knew exactly how her older brothers would react. It hadn’t been so long ago since she’d felt the same blind, intense, and senseless hatred toward House Scavos. Not until Charity and Ren began to pick apart those beliefs did she stop seeing them as enemies and rivals.

  Their discussion finished late into the night. After checking and finalizing everything for the wedding ceremony tomorrow, Ragan felt exhausted.

  “After working so hard all day, what kitten needs is a nice cuddle,” Scott whispered against her ear as they climbed up the main staircase leading to their rooms.

  His and Rafe’s room was a few doors apart from hers, but what was the harm? Ragan didn’t feel like sleeping alone tonight.

  “I… But—” Ragan began, but Rafe closed his large hand over her wrist. When Garrett grabbed her, his touch repulsed her because it promised violence. When Rafe closed his fingers around her pulse, she shivered in anticipation. She vividly recalled how those fingers could make her body beg and sing, yearn and want.

  “Hush, kitten. Time for bed, and we have no ulterior motives tonight. We all need our energy for tomorrow. Come,” Rafe said in a firm voice that booked no arguments.

  Relieved, Ragan nodded and let them take the lead. After taking a quick shower, Ragan snuggled between Scott and Rafe’s bodies in bed. She fell asleep to the sound of their voices, and their hands stroking her skin.

  Chapter Eight

  “No disturbances from your side, Tom?” Rafe asked.

  “Nothing on our end, boss,” Tom reported from the other end of the line.

  Satisfied after checking with the rest of the teams, Rafe put his phone down. He tugged irritably at the top button of his dress shirt. Fuck did he swelter in his tux even though the chapel was equipped with a dozen wall-mounted fans. He eyed the chatting group of guests seated in the pews. Scavos wolves occupied the left rows of seats, with London and Charity sitting up front, while a couple of Vivaldi lions took the right rows.

  There hadn’t been any major interferences or skirmishes. They broke up a couple of heated arguments and snarling shifters, but no growls of challenge or flash of teeth and claws. So far so good. After yesterday, they made sure to double the men surrounding the chapel and every entrance and exit of the estate.

  Every logical thought in Rafe’s mind evaporated when he caught sight of Scott, looking spiffy and decked out in his suit walking up to him. Rafe licked his lips in appreciation as he imagined what it would feel like ripping that expensive suit open to unveil Scott’s hard expense of flesh, jerk his trouser zipper down to free his—a woman’s laugh interrupted his fantasy. Ragan’s white sleeveless dress caught his eye, and the way that sexy little number clung to her curves made him instantly add her to his fantasy. She had laughed at something Scott said, looking more carefree than Rafe had ever seen her.

  He remembered how perfectly she fit between Scott and he in bed. The way she unconsciously tried to use Scott like a pillow, her arms and legs carelessly thrown over his large frame. Her soft sleepy moan when Rafe’s hand found her moist pussy and his other tugged at one of her nipple rings. How she became only more aroused when Scott commanded her to get herself off by rubbing her mound against Rafe’s hand.

  Scott and Ragan joined Rafe on his unobtrusive corner of the chapel where he had a bird’s eye view of everyone in the room.

  “You’re thinking dirty thoughts aren’t you?” Scott asked dryly.

  “How can you tell?” Ragan asked Scott curiously.

  Rafe had been tempted to pull her to him, clasp the back of her neck and give her a searing kiss. Maybe tongue fuck while grinding his erection against her, but he pushed the thought away. Work first, before pleasure, he
reminded himself, although it was fucking hard when his two mates stood so close.

  “Rafe has this expression, like he’s thinking too hard about something serious,” Scott explained.

  He was about to say more, but the pianist and harp began playing the wedding march. Between them, Ragan let out a surprised sound of delight when Ren emerged from the entrance of the chapel. She made her way to the front, so she could give him away in place of their father. Rafe had to admit Ren practically glowed in his tux. Hell. Rafe had never seen Lance look so damn pleased when Ragan passed Ren over to him.

  “I’ve never seen Ren look so happy,” Ragan said softly after rejoining them. “I just hope no one ruins their day.”

  Rafe shared her sentiments. He glanced more at Ragan than at the happy couple. He could practically taste her apprehension and worry, like the way Scott and he sensed her fear and reckless courage when she decided to take on that suicide lion bomber. Someday, Scott and he would have to teach their little kitten a lesson about learning to rely on others.

  He still couldn’t take his mind off yesterday, when she told off Garrett. Rafe tasted the same haunting sense of isolation there, like he did at Collision. Scott and he decided last night while she slept soundly against them they would do everything it took so she’d never feel lonely again.

  Rafe breathed a sigh of relief when the ceremony went on without a hitch.

  “They look so sweet together,” Ragan murmured, linking her arm around Rafe’s. They watched the couple suck face until it became uncomfortable. Someone politely cleared their throat and Lance easily swept his pregnant mate in his arms before walking out.

  Ragan looking happy for her twin was too irresistible. Rafe gave her a quick kiss. To her right, Scott gently squeezed her neck as they made their way out of the chapel to the wedding reception.

  The streak went all the way until dinner where they moved the celebration to the gardens. With the exception of Ren’s dancing dwarves, the newlywed couple held back nothing. Dimly lit lanterns hung on each tree, casting the entire space in a romantic glow. Impeccably dressed servers waited by the buffet table and round tables to seat guests.

  Watching Ragan give a toast later, Rafe wondered if she would want something like this. He imagined a woman like Ragan would want something less extravagant. A small gathering maybe and—what the fuck was he thinking? How could he start making plans when Scott and he had only known her in such a short time?

  “Thinking deep thoughts?” Scott asked beside him on one of the guest tables.

  “Wicked ones.” Rafe sighed when Scott gave him a pointed look that said I know you’re lying. “Wondering about the future and what comes after.”

  Scott popped a shrimp cocktail in his mouth and washed it down with a glass of wine. “I know what you mean.”

  He and Scott watched Ragan dance with her brother, before cutting in. Scott took her hand first, and Rafe decided sometimes he liked watching the two of them.

  “My turn,” Rafe said after the two of them did one slow dance and a fast one.

  “Be my guest,” Scott replied, ignoring Ragan’s scowl.

  She squeaked when he pulled her hastily to him. Let her feel how hard he was. Rafe buried his face against her neck. She shivered when he licked the tender part of her skin where her neck joined her shoulder. “See how I’m always ready for you, kitten?”

  Ragan leaned in close to his ear. “I can smell your arousal.”

  “Likewise, sweetheart. If I yank up your dress, your tits will be hard and your panties will be soaked. Am I wrong?” Rafe hardly gave a fuck about the rest of the crowd. He enjoyed their banter and Ragan’s sweet body pressed against him far too much.

  “Do you think I’m wearing any underwear, Sir?”

  Jesus was their woman a tease. Ragan knew exactly how hearing that one word drove Rafe mad. “Don’t try me, kitten. Tempt me one more time and I’m dragging you over to the bushes and finding out the truth for myself.”

  Her chest rose and fell against him. Rafe could practically hear her heart beating with unconcealed excitement.

  “I’m going to get Scott to hold you down while I check.” The mention of his other mate’s name magically brought Scott to them. Did Scott feel the sudden shot of his emotion through their mate bonds?

  “You wouldn’t,” Ragan whispered.

  Scott raised an eyebrow at her, then at Rafe, quickly catching on. “We wouldn’t? We can do what we want, and you won’t resist us.”

  Ragan swallowed, although Rafe saw her pupils dilating, her pulse racing.

  “Be good, kitten. Unless you want Scott to bend you over his knee and spank you.” Rafe grinned when a slight flush spread across her cheeks.

  Scott offered her a hand, and she hesitantly curled her tiny fingers against his. Rafe and Scott led her out of the party and into the complicated maze of hedges.

  Chapter Nine

  They passed by a couple of people either drunk, making out, or plain doing it against a tree or garden swing. Finally, they found a secluded spot right across the tree where Rafe and Scott fucked only yesterday.

  “Here?” Ragan asked skeptically. She glanced at the enclosed space bordered by trees, her gaze lingering on the sole bench nearby.

  “Are you prone to questioning your Doms, little one?” Rafe asked.

  She quickly shook her head. Fuck was Rafe damnably hard. It took all of him not to take her last night when she lay beside Scott and him, and again this morning when she looked like sinful temptation.

  Rafe took a seat on the stone bench. Scott joined him a second later. He enjoyed the sight of Ragan biting on her lower lip, unsure of what they planned next.

  Rafe patted Scott’s lap. “Come on, sub. Time to see if you’re really wet.” He turned to Scott. “Should we have her undress?”

  “I like her dress,” Scott mused.

  “Lucky kitten. Looks like you can keep your clothes on. Well, how long are you going to keep us waiting? Take off your shoes.” Rafe watched her hungrily step out of her heels, before taking position bent over Scott’s lap. She squirmed when Rafe lifted the hem of her dress and Scott lowered her top to bare her tits.

  Rafe gave her a swat. “Stay still, kitten.”

  His cock twitched inside his trousers when her perfect rounded ass was bared to Scott and him. Her breasts spilled out of her dress, too, her nipple rings probably digging into Scott’s knee. Rafe licked his lips. True to her word, she wore no underwear. He palmed the curve of her ass, using his leg to nudge her legs wider. She tensed, but relaxed when Scott undid the complicated pins holding her hair so it fell unbound.

  “Look at this ass, lover. A blank perfect canvas to wear your hand prints on,” Rafe commented.

  “Her ass would look lovely with some color,” Scott agreed.

  Rafe ran his finger down the crease between her buttocks, swatted her again, and Scott tugged at her hair in reprimand when she couldn’t stay still. “Are you deliberately disobeying us, kitten?”

  Rafe slipped his hand past her puckered hole to tease her mercilessly between her legs. Scott tugged at one of her nipple rings at the same time Rafe pinched at her clit, making her moan.

  “The truth now, sub,” Scott firmly said.

  “Yes,” Ragan grumbled, squeaking when Scott’s hand came down on her left bottom.

  “What was that, kitten? Didn’t you forget something?” Rafe asked, amused.

  “Yes, Sir,” Ragan corrected.

  “She’s blushing, Rafe. Isn’t that cute?” Scott drawled. “Time to take your punishment, kitten. We’ll start with a set of twenty.”

  Rafe pulled out his cock. He greedily fastened his gaze on the beautiful and squirming blonde on Scott’s lap. His smacks echoed through the space, matching the tune of Ragan’s muffled moan. Rafe stroked his cock, going faster each time Ragan cried out. Scott alternated his swats, never striking her in the same place twice.

  “Good girl,” Scott crooned after, massaging her reddened ass ch
eeks.

  “Poor kitten,” Rafe murmured. “Do you think she needs a reward, Scott?”

  “I think she does,” Scott agreed. Still pressing down her shoulders, Scott’s other hand slipped between her legs and he began stroking her there.

  “Is kitten wet?” Rafe asked, licking his lips at the motion of Scott’s hand dipping into her folds. “Scott, I want to watch you finger fuck her.”

  “Very wet, don’t you agree, kitten?” Scott asked. He complied to Rafe’s command, sliding a finger, then a second and third inside her pink pussy, stretching her wide.

  “Scott asked you a question,” Rafe pointed out.

  “Yes, Sir,” she mumbled.

  Scott glanced over at Rafe’s thickening cock on the verge of exploding. “Want to finish inside her?”

  “Fuck yes, what do you think of that, sub?”

  Rafe already knew her answer. Rafe stood, helping Ragan up. Ragan looked like a beautiful disheveled mess, her hair loose, her dress bunched up to her waist. She glanced at his erection, then at the bulge in Scott’s jeans.

  “Oh yes, Sir.”

  Scott chuckled and helped position her on her stomach on the bench. “Is the stone cold?”

  She shook her head. They positioned themselves, with Scott at her mouth and Rafe at her behind.

  “Part those lovely legs for me, sweetheart,” Rafe commanded. He ran a finger down her marked ass, wondering if he should add his own handprints to complement Scott’s. She squirmed uncomfortably when his fingers brushed the welts, but Rafe gently pressed down on her bottom.

  “Stay still, kitten,” Rafe commanded.

  Rafe watched Scott nudge his cock between her lips, seeing her eagerly take him inch by inch in her talented mouth, before he gripped her hips, fingered her pussy, and felt her slickness, eagerness, and heat. He slid inside her suddenly, one swift thrust to the hilt as Scott drew out of her mouth. She gasped in surprise, but her cunt muscles clenched his shaft hard. Rafe groaned, fingers digging into the sensitive flesh of her hips.