Adams, Cara - The Wolves Catch Their Attorney [Shape-Shifter Clinic 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Cara Adams

  “Yes, that’s what I want. I want a dungeon scene with you and Cam.”

  “I’m talking about anal sex as well. Double penetration. Both of us inside you at once.”

  Sierra’s knees felt weak with desire at his words. Yes. Yes! Oh yes. I want that. “That will be a perfect climax to the evening.”

  Cam snorted at her intentional double entendre.

  They’d both been wonderful tonight, and now she was ready to be fucked by them.

  Chapter Six

  Fergus had to work hard to contain his excitement. At long last everything had come together and the time was right for the scene he’d wanted to lead them through for weeks. But he’d had to take it slow. First a genuine, romantic date, then time spent together getting to know each other as people as well as sexual partners. Next had come the time to stretch themselves, to see how she coped with their wolves. And now, finally, submission.

  He’d known for weeks now that she was the woman for him and Cam to commit to. They’d talked for months about sharing a woman, but it wasn’t until they’d met Sierra that they’d found the right woman. A woman who was strong and independent. A woman with goals and plans of her own, and the courage and determination to aim high. But also a woman with a big heart and the capacity to love them both. That woman, the only woman he’d ever love, was Sierra.

  Fergus didn’t know whether she’d admitted it to herself yet, but he was sure she loved them, too. As soon as she’d entrusted them with her deepest, most private dream, he’d known she was ready for them. He hadn’t been sure it would be tonight that they’d finally do his special scene though. He’d thought they might all be exhausted after the gala celebration, but actually he’d enjoyed it.

  He’d loved watching her size people up and then talk just as intelligently and vivaciously to the pompous idiots as to the genuine questioners. But he’d also noticed that she only smiled with her eyes and her entire face for people with character and manners. He liked that about her. He also understood, now, how big a step it’d been for her to invite both him and Cam to the event. She’d told them her desire to become a partner and she’d told them how much harder it was for a woman than a man. But until he’d seen her competition in action tonight, he hadn’t fully understood that the same men who’d nod and smile at a man bringing his mistress to the gala instead of his wife would do their utmost to blackball a woman in a ménage relationship. Sierra had trusted him and Cam to behave as elegant partners, not as lustful dates. She’d trusted them with her dream, her future.

  He’d brought everything he’d need for the BDSM scene in his overnight bag with his clean underwear. Now, he was glad he’d been so well organized. He’d wondered if he was wasting his time as he’d prepared everything, but had figured that was a small price to pay if things had worked out right. And they had. But it was up to him now to make sure this scene was a true introduction to both his subs of the delights and challenges of BDSM that only he could give them.

  The bed in their suite was pushed against the wall with no headboard as such, which was annoying, but he could still handcuff his subs, so he could get around that problem.

  He pulled the cover down, and, remembering how Sierra had neatly folded the quilt last time they’d shared a bedroom, he folded it and placed it on a chair. Then he pulled the blanket down to the foot of the bed and removed the pillows, dropping them on the chair with the quilt.

  “Are you ready to begin?” he asked Cam and Sierra, watching Sierra closely.

  She stood in the doorway, just in front of Cam, and seemed perfectly relaxed and ready to play. She looked delicious, the evening’s makeup still on her face. She always looked beautiful, but the makeup artist had enhanced her beauty, using colors he’d never have thought of to make her amber eyes seem bigger and brighter than ever, and to highlight her cheekbones and color her lips until he’d wanted to kiss them all evening.

  Even her hair still looked lovely, dropping now onto her shoulders with curls and twists to it from where it had been coiled on top of her head.

  He dragged his gaze reluctantly from her to check on Cam. Cam, his best friend, a wonderful nurse, a man whose jokes and humor could brighten up the worst day of work ever, and bring sunshine into the hardest heart. He was so good with patients. They couldn’t resist smiling and getting better when he was caring for them. Cam was a thoughtful and honorable man. A man Fergus was proud to call his friend, and now his sub.

  “Lie side by side on the bed on your stomach,” Fergus ordered them.

  Sierra tossed him a quizzical look, but did as she was told, rolling onto the bed with that innate grace he loved to see. She was just as graceful as a shape-shifter, with her smooth, liquid limb movements that flowed from her body and without any jerkiness or hesitancy at all.

  Fergus turned to his overnight bag and took out two pairs of handcuffs, now they couldn’t see him. “Each of you, clasp your hands together above your head please.” They did so immediately and he cuffed them then moved to the foot of the bed. He picked up the pillows from the chair and carefully pushed one each under first Cam’s hips, then Sierra’s.

  Fergus went back to his overnight bag and took out the parcel he’d wrapped at home before coming to the hotel. “Back in Victorian times, a finger of ginger was sometimes inserted into a person’s ass to stop them clenching so much during a caning. I really don’t know why. A nice taut butt is always a good thing to cane. But anyway that’s how the story goes.”

  This time Fergus watched Cam first. Cam had been in the BDSM scene for some years, mostly as an observer but occasionally as a participant. Fergus didn’t know whether he’d been involved in figging before, but it didn’t really matter. This would be the first time the subs were together, and later tonight he was sure Cam would be experiencing something he’d never done before. But now, Cam’s face turned toward Sierra on the bed, showing interest, nothing stronger. Sierra was the same, but she was so used to hiding her reactions it was much harder to know what she thought at any time.

  “I bought this hand of ginger this morning, because fresh is best. I kept it in the refrigerator all day and prepared it just before I left to come here. It’s remained in a cool pack all evening surrounded by ice water, so it should still be highly effective.”

  Again he looked at Cam and this time he thought he saw Cam give the tiniest of nods. Excellent. The anticipation of what was to come would heighten Cam’s responses.

  “I cut each finger right up into the hand, so it’s nice and long. I’ve peeled the skin off and made it a uniform shape to slide right down inside your ass. And there’s a little ring around it so that’ll act as a butt plug. It doesn’t matter if it breaks, though, because nature will take care of that in time. But if we’re careful we should be able to pull it out when we’re done. Are you both ready to begin the next step?”

  “Yes, Sir,” said Cam firmly.

  Sierra nodded, then said, “Yes, Sir.”

  She was still too new to this scene for him to chastise her, but she was plenty smart and was already following Cam’s lead.

  Fergus sat on the bed beside Sierra. He removed a finger of ginger from the small cool pack and dipped it in the ice water, then teased it around the entry to her back door. He used his own finger to press against the tight muscles and was soon able to push the very end of the ginger in. He didn’t want to push too hard as it was possible to break the gingerroot, but he needed to be firm enough for the channel to open to him. It took a little while, but then the ginger slid inside her, stopping at the ring he’d carved.

  “Excellent,” he said getting off the bed with his cool pack and moving to the other side.

  Cam should be quite aroused since he knew what was about to happen even though he hadn’t been able to see anything.

  If he ever did this scene again, it would be Sierra’s job to place the ginger in Cam’s ass, but this time he needed to do it himself because Sierra would be more comfortable with Cam beside her, experiencing
what she was feeling. Besides, Fergus was a nurse and trained to touch people in a nonsexual way.

  Once again the ginger slid in and he left the bed.

  The cane he’d chosen to bring with him was known as a senior English cane. Made of rattan, it was finished with polyurethane and thirty-three inches long, which meant it only just fit inside his overnight bag. But it was a good cane to begin with and would work well with the ginger.

  Fergus swung it through the air a few times so Sierra and Cam could accustom themselves to the idea of being caned, then he moved to stand level with Cam’s hips and, holding the cane lightly so it could vibrate in his hand, he stroked it twice across Cam’s ass.

  He then walked around to the other side of the bed and did the same with Sierra.

  Ideally he would cane each sub from both sides, but leaning across the bed was not a good idea. It’d be too easy to mistime his stroke and dig the cane into the sub’s skin, so instead he laid the next few strokes a little higher on Cam’s ass, and the two after that lower.

  He caned Sierra again and then Cam and stopped. By now they’d be starting to feel the effects of the ginger. The juices would be seeping into their sensitive tissues, heating them up.

  At first the ginger would only give a gently warming feeling, but gradually as more juice coated their tissues the feeling should compound until it heated them thoroughly from the inside. That was one reason why the caning helped. It made the sub clench their ass muscles on the gingerroot, speeding up the effect.

  Fergus watched them, noticing when sweat broke out on their backs, when Sierra began fidgeting and wiggling, and when Cam clenched his ass tightly.

  Then the effect started to fade. It was time to move to the next part of the program. Double penetration of Sierra. Their first time for both men fucking her together.

  Fergus collected lube and condoms, then removed the ginger from Sierra’s ass. Gently he coated the ring of muscles with lube and stretched her with his fingers. The ginger hadn’t opened her very wide, but it had softened her skin and sensitized her a lot, making it easy to open her ass.

  Quickly he removed the ginger from Cam, disposed of it, uncuffed them, packed up his things, and handed Cam a condom.

  “Cam, you’ll be taking her ass. Most of the effects of the ginger will be gone already, but you might get a little taste of the heat to add excitement to your fucking.”

  Cam’s eyes darkened and his lids dropped lower over them. Cam’s cock was fully engorged and Fergus had no doubt at all he’d found the previous scene arousing. Now it was time to take them all to completion.

  He climbed onto the bed, scooting himself reasonably into the center. Falling off the bed midstroke would not be either romantic or erotic. He sat and sheathed his own cock, which was more than ready for action, then lay flat on his back.

  “Sierra, climb onto me and fill your pussy with my cock,” he ordered.

  She wiggled over him, letting him feel just how wet her cunt was as she slid across his thighs and onto his pelvis. Then she settled herself there, balancing her whole body on her legs, as she lowered herself over his cock, Fergus had to control himself very tightly as he slid inside her. She was so hot, so tight, so very wet, and welcoming. If he hadn’t been so rigidly in control of himself he might have exploded from joy the moment he was fully seated inside her.

  Then he pulled her flat down on his chest, and held her body hard against his so her ass was in the air ready for Cam to enter her.

  It’d been a difficult decision for Fergus to work out which of them should take her ass for the first time. The fact that there may have been some residue of ginger in there was both a pro and a con. A positive, in that it might make taking her there more exciting and arousing, but also a negative in that the first experience wasn’t so natural and the extra sensation may even be off-putting.

  Then there was the point that the ass was a more difficult position to fuck when they had double penetration. Should he really expect Cam to have to work harder for release than he did himself? But the deciding factor was that he owed it to Cam to be first. The man was so devoted to Sierra he ought to have that privilege.

  Cam was ready now. Fergus could feel the other man’s cock just the other side of the thin wall of membrane separating them. Underneath him, Sierra was going wild trying to move, but he gripped her body tightly, pressing her against himself. He didn’t want her to set them both off before they’d gotten a few strokes in at the very least. It wasn’t a problem if she came early. They’d just make sure she came a second time as well. But if both he and Cam exploded too soon it’d be game over for all of them.

  Fergus nodded to Cam across Sierra’s back and then he withdrew his cock from her cunt until just the head remained inside her. Once he’d done that he paused only briefly and began pushing back in again. She was so tight it was killing him. It was hard for him to move, but she gripped his cock so well the slide through her channel was silky sweet.

  Cam was mimicking him, moving out as he pushed in.

  Fergus kept his hands on Sierra’s back, holding her down, and Cam was holding her hips so he could move in and out. This was bliss, heaven, pure delight. He wanted it to go on forever and ever, except that trying to stop his dick from exploding was a challenge getting more and more difficult with every thrust. Gradually he moved faster and Cam grunted. Poor Cam, he had the added effect of the ginger to deal with as well, plus a hot ass from the caning no doubt.

  Faster they went now, pounding harder and deeper into Sierra. She’d stopped trying to wiggle, but her nipples were determined little points digging into his chest and he was aware of so much more of her delightful body he’d like to be touching as well.

  Then she took matters into her own hands—or cunt—and squeezed her internal muscles hard.

  “Shit!” groaned Cam.

  Sierra climaxed, her body shaking so hard he couldn’t hold her still anymore, her legs and arms thrashing around, and her cunt and ass tightening around their cocks when he’d been certain that her channel couldn’t possibly become any tighter.

  Cam went limp on top of her, telling Fergus clearly that the battle was lost. With relief he let go of his own iron control, his cum blasting into the condom. He and Cam stroked inside her a few more times, but it was all over. Cam was petting her back now, and kissing her neck. Fergus joined in touching her sides and arms, patting her and soothing her, knowing she’d come hard.

  It was time to do the most important thing of all.

  “I love you Sierra, and you’re my best friend, Cam. I want the three of us to become a committed triad from now on.”

  “I want that, too. I love you, too, Sierra. I’ve known since the day at the lake that’s my personal dream,” added Cam.

  Sierra pulled out from between them, rolling onto her back and looking at them both. Fergus leaned on an elbow and Cam sat up. “Are you sure this isn’t just the excitement of tonight speaking? Commitment is a big word,” she said.

  “I just said I’d known for weeks, and Cam said he’d decided at the lake, so it’s not about tonight. You’re a better lawyer than that. You know what we’re saying is right. However, if it’s all a bit fast for you we can work out the details at a pace that suits you. Right after we’ve had a shower.”

  Fergus jumped off the bed and went into the bathroom, disposing of his condom and turning the water on in the shower.

  It was a big room, but he wasn’t sure how the three of them would fit in here. But just like all the other details, they’d work it out.

  * * * *

  Sierra let Cam go ahead of her. She wanted to get her own shampoo and conditioner out of her luggage for a start. Taking care of her hair would give her a bit of time to think. Yes she did love these men. She’d known in the parking lot at the clinic that she wouldn’t have mentioned her hope of a partnership if she hadn’t completely and wholeheartedly trusted both the men. She hadn’t even planned to say that until the moment she began speaking. But the
devil was going to be in the details, and working them out wasn’t going to be as easy as Fergus seemed to think it would be. For a start, she was still committed to becoming a partner and rising as high as she could in her career. Committed to that first, above any relationship she may or may not add into her life.

  Just because no one had commented adversely about her taking both of the men to the gala celebration tonight didn’t mean that if she suddenly announced she was involved in a ménage relationship she’d be accepted. On the contrary. Any hint of it, or of BDSM sex, and she could kiss good-bye to any hope of a partnership. She might even lose her job completely. She would have to stay very much in the closet. Fortunately she’d never told anyone anything about her private life, so maintaining silence about it would attract no attention at all.

  But would the men be prepared to stay in the closet? Fergus was a Dom after all, and he and Cam were both wolves. Could they cope with a relationship that was kept quite private, especially from her work situation?

  Would they live together? She didn’t have time for housework and cooking for two men. Wolves who likely ate a lot and probably expected grilled steaks, not a tub of yoghurt. And no way was she going to spend her evenings picking up their dirty socks and cleaning up after them either. But paying for a housekeeper would likely be out of her budget. Her money was devoted to her career and attending the events she needed to go to, and dressing well, her gym membership, her car, purchasing professional journals and e-zines she needed to read for her job, all of those were nonnegotiable.

  Slowly she walked into the bathroom and stared at the men. Cam was in the shower, covered with foam, his body slick and glistening with soap and water, looking like some kind of god. Damn, he’s yummy. Fergus was leaning against the wall, staring through the doorway, waiting for her. His long, lean body screamed, “Sex on a stick.” She was totally spoiled that two such completely delicious hunks would even look at her let alone say they loved her.