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

by Fel Fern

  “You want to see me out of everything,” Ragan said under her breath.

  Scott raised an eyebrow. “What was that?”

  Ragan shook her head, but she wore a secret smile as they drove back to their new apartment. The place was a block away from Collision, and stood in a neighborhood considered neutral grounds. Perfect.

  It had been over a month after the weeding, two weeks since Ragan agreed to move in with Rafe and Scott. Time sped up so quickly. Time for wounds to heal, for them to figure out their relationship, and get to know one another better, their habits and quirks, personalities and flaws, but Ragan felt like she only hit the tip of the iceberg. What did it matter though? Like Rafe and Scott said, they had all the time in the world.

  She blinked, realizing Rafe had parked the car in the multi-story car park of the apartment building. Scott opened the passenger door, eyes twinkling with mischief.

  “Where did you go, sweetheart?”

  “I’m right here.” Ragan bit her lip, when Scott’s grin grew wider. She corrected herself. “I was thinking about time and—”

  She squeaked when he scooped her up without warning. Ragan dug her arms around his shoulders, but he easily swept her feet into his strong hands. She watched the cords of muscle there shift and bunch, before looking up at him. “Why do you keep doing that?”

  “What, carry you around?” Rafe asked. They walked to the elevator and back to the apartment, with Scott carrying her the whole way. Rafe gave her an innocent look. “Don’t kittens secretly like to be carried?”

  “Well,” Ragan began. She heard a tiny mewl once they entered the apartment. The tiny tabby stray she adopted from Woodbury jumped off the living room couch and began pawing at Rafe’s shoes. She giggled when Rafe sighed, picked up Orange and opened a can of pet food for her.

  “He secretly has a soft heart doesn’t he?” Scott asked. His stubble brushed against her cheek when he whispered against her ear.

  “You two took me in, didn’t you?” Ragan teased back.

  “How can we resist you?” Scott drawled. He called over to Rafe, “where do you want me to place kitten? Bedroom or playroom?”

  Ragan shivered in anticipation, and froze when Scott gave her a chilly look. “Stay still, sub.”

  “Bedroom. I wanted to be inside her since this morning,” Rafe said.

  Ragan caught sight of him patting Orange’s head as she happily dug into the bowl of pet chow he set in front of her. The image melted her heart, and while Scott and she would never say it out loud, Rafe was frequently spoiling the cat with new toys each week.

  “Something funny, sub?” Scott asked her, probably thinking the same thought.

  Ragan lifted her chin. “How can you expect me to take Rafe so seriously, when he’s feeding Orange?”

  Scott stared at her for a few seconds.

  “Oh, you’ve done it, kitten.” Rafe growled. “Scott, tie her up and make sure she’s ready.”

  “Aye, captain,” Scott said. Ragan tried to muffle her laugh, but Rafe only narrowed his eyes at her.

  Scott carried her to their bedroom and lowered her down to the orgy-sized bed Rafe recently brought.

  “Aren’t I heavy?” Ragan asked him. He set her on the edge of the bed, gesturing for her to lift her hands. She did, and he slid her out of her summer dress. Scott eyed her matching underwear. The slutty lingerie didn’t cover much, and Ragan knew the moment both men told her to put them on they had plans for her in the afternoon.

  “I can carry you all day long. You hardly weight a thing.” Scott bent down, and took off her sandals. “Lie on the bed and hold out your hands.”

  Ragan obeyed, liking the feel of the silky black comforter against her skin. She almost closed her eyes, until Scott took her left outstretched wrist. He pressed a kiss on the inside of her wrist, and then snapped it to one of the leather cuffs hanging on the bed frame. He did the same with her right, before proceeding to cuff both her ankles so Ragan lay completely open to him.

  A dark hungry look settled in his gaze, making Scott appear more feral. “Very nice, kitten.”

  Ragan flushed at the compliment. Excitement thrummed through her veins, making her tits harden against the nearly see-through fabric of her bra, and her pussy moist. Scott moved to the drawer beside the bed containing their favorite toys. He rummaged through the neat pile, humming under his breath, knowing the more he took his time, the more he heightened her discomfort.

  “What shall we punish you with, kitten?” He mused. Ragan began to speak, but thought the better of it.

  Rafe’s voice floated in. “Let’s use kitten’s favorite flogger.”

  He came into her line of sight, already dressed down to his boxers. Rafe smirked when he saw her eyeing his erection. “You can’t have this yet.”

  Scott slapped the flogger against his palm—high intensity and equipped with thin leather strips Ragan was familiar with. “Rafe, warm her up?”

  Rafe rolled on top of her, the kiss of his hard flesh against her bound soft flesh sparked heat between their bodies. He plundered her lips, kissing her roughly. Ragan responded, parting her lips so he could deepen the kiss. She felt his hand wandering underneath her body to unclasp the hooks of her strapless bra. Rafe kissed his way down her jaw, lingering on his and Scott’s healed-over mating marks, then to the hollow under her collarbones.

  Ragan moaned, tugging at the restraints when he playfully licked at the piercing on her left nipple.

  “Please,” she murmured.

  That did it this time round. He closed his mouth over the tit, sealing it with heat. Rafe sucked the bud until it hardened, and did the same with her right. His hand slid underneath her panties, feeling for her wet pussy. Rafe shocked her by ripping the fabric and tossing it aside. He ran his fingers over her labia, creating circles over her clit, before sliding two fingers inside her cunt. Ragan writhed against his fingers, eager to set the heat building inside her free.

  “Not yet, sub. Remember the rules. No coming,” Rafe warned. He got off her and the glare she shot at him only seemed to amuse him.

  She groaned when Scott took over, and began teasing the tips of the flogger over her tits, which were still sensitive from Rafe’s mouth. He slapped both nipples, teasing them, before sliding the strands lower, to her needy pussy. Ragan moaned, twisting in her restraints, her motions futile. From the corner of her eye, she saw Rafe, completely naked now, beginning to fist his cock.

  The pressure inside her only continued to build, sharpening when Scott stopped playing. He smacked the inside of her left thigh hard, making her groan. Relentlessly, he pelted her with careful blows, little stings at first until the pain started to intensify and mingled with pleasure.

  Scott stopped to ask. “Where are we, kitten?”

  “Green,” Ragan rasped.

  “Good girl.” Scott beamed at her. Rafe blanketed her body with his.

  “Thank God.” The words slipped out of Ragan’s mouth before she could stop herself. Rafe paused, giving her a firm look, although Ragan was aware of his erection pressing hard against her belly. “Please, Sir. I need to feel you inside me.”

  “Since you’re being honest, we’ll forgive you this once, kitten,” Rafe said, kissing her lightly on the lips. Ragan pouted at him. He frowned. “What now, sub?”

  “May I continue being honest, Sir?” Ragan asked meekly.

  “Go on,” Rafe said.

  “I actually want to have you both inside me.” Ragan bit her lip.

  Scott chuckled. “We’re spoiling her. Are you sure you’re ready for that, kitten?”

  Ragan nodded. They’d never pushed her once, although she knew they’d fantasized about mounting her at the same time.

  “Since you asked so nicely, we’ll comply just this once,” Rafe said decisively after studying her.

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  He took off the ankle restraints while Scott did her wrists. Scott rubbed at her wrists, and then nudged a bottle of water to her lips. Ra
gan drank, aware both men watched her. Scott undressed, then lay on the bed, his cock, Ragan noticed, was hard and ready. “Come on, kitten. Ride me.”

  Ragan didn’t need a second invitation. She mounted him, slowly sliding her pussy down his cock. Ragan kept her hands on his chest, sighing as her muscles clenched around the delicious ache of him. Sheathed to the hilt, Ragan began to move, rotating her hips.

  “That’s a good rhythm, kitten,” Scott murmured, tugging up her hair to bring her lips to his. Ragan responded eagerly to his heat, sucking down on his tongue when he shoved it down her throat. She felt Rafe behind her, gently lifting her by the hips. He squeezed lube down her crack, before sliding a slicked finger in, then a second, and scissoring his way in.

  “Ready?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she answered. Ragan gasped when he began to enter her asshole, her pussy still tingling from riding Scott’s cock.

  Once Rafe drove past the thick ring of muscles, she breathed easy. He began building a rhythm, thrusting in and out of her. Certain she was used to his entry, he lowered her back to Scott’s waiting cock. They took turns fucking her, with Scott’s cock sliding into her cunt and Rafe into her asshole.

  The feel of two cocks moving simultaneously in both her holes made her feel incredibly full and aroused. The two men taking full control of thrusting in and out of her made it more intense, and stroked the fire burning inside her into a full-blown inferno. The room fell away. Ragan’s head spun as they increased their rhythm. Their bodies collided, met, and fused. She gasped when Scott hit her G-spot. Scott panted, gaze capturing her, repeatedly bringing her down over the spot and making her cry out.

  “Come for us, kitten.” Scott’s command triggered her orgasm.

  Ragan let out a shuddering moan, and the sound must’ve pushed Scott into climax. Rafe released her, so she remained embedded inside Scott as his cock softened inside her. Scott slammed his lips against her as waves of pleasure assaulted both their bodies. Ragan floated, vaguely aware Scott positioned her so Rafe could continue pumping inside her. Several thrusts later, she felt him spill his load inside her with a triumphant growl.

  Ragan happily collapsed against Scott’s chest. He murmured soft words against her neck, nonsensical syllables, but the sounds were comforting. Rafe retreated to the bathroom and came back with a washcloth to clean them up, before joining them in bed. Scott settled her between them, so the two men’s bodies draped over hers like a blanket.

  “We love you, Ragan,” Scott murmured.

  “You do?” Ragan asked. Of course she knew, but she still couldn’t get enough of hearing those wonderful words.

  “Very much, kitten,” Rafe agreed, kissing her cheek.

  Ragan’s heart threatened to burst with emotion. “I love you both, too.”

  Ragan snuggled closer to him, and he tucked her head against his shoulder. Scott curled behind her, mouth pressed against the nape of her neck.

  “Happy, kitten?” Rafe teased. “Mewl if you are.”

  Silly dominant wolf. If Rafe wanted to hear her mewl, she might as well make him happy.

  THE END

  WWW.FELFERN.BLOGSPOT.COM

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Felicia Fern works as a graphic designer during the day, and loves penning erotic romance at night. A sadist who loves watching her heroes and heroines break their backs trying to earn their happy endings, Fel likes throwing in the occasional dash of the unknown to the usual romantic concoction. Her favorite pairings include MM and ménage, and she favors the paranormal.

  For all titles by Fel Fern, please visit

  www.bookstrand.com/fel-fern

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

  www.SirenPublishing.com