The Hawk, the Wolf, and the Dom [Shape-Shifter Clinic 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)
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Shape-Shifter Clinic 6
The Hawk, the Wolf, and the Dom
Dom Augustus Grosvenor is strongly attracted to werewolf shape-shifter, Karen Fisher. But he never has sex with his subs, and besides, there’s Toby Hawk as well. What’s Toby’s secret? And how can a human, a hawk, and a wolf ever find enough common ground to build a relationship?
If Gus stops working as a Dom, he’s going to need a new job and he’ll forfeit his apartment. If Toby shares his secret, he may lose his life. And Karen must obey her Alpha. Karen’s determined to have both Gus and Toby, and for Gus to be their Dom. The sex between them is spectacular, but their chances of forming a true relationship and having a normal life are pretty much zero.
It’s all way too complicated, too confusing, and too hard. Each of the three decides to take matters into their own hands to forge a solution.
Genre: BDSM, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Shape-shifter
Length: 35,283 words
THE HAWK, THE WOLF, AND THE DOM
Shape-Shifter Clinic 6
Cara Adams
MENAGE EVERLASTING
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THE HAWK, THE WOLF, AND THE DOM
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THE HAWK, THE WOLF, AND THE DOM
Shape-Shifter Clinic 6
CARA ADAMS
Copyright © 2013
Chapter One
Dom Augustus deliberately dressed and acted like a stereotypical Dom. He was a muscular six foot two, with pale hair, light-blue eyes, and the kind of faintly olive skin which would become a deep tan if he was outside in the sunlight for an hour on a hot day. Since he worked most nights in a dungeon, daylight was often his time for sleeping. Several of his friends joked that he must be a vampire. Actually he wasn’t. He wasn’t even a werewolf, which quite a few people who came to the BDSM club were. He was one hundred percent human.
And wasn’t that a fucking shame, because he was going to have to refuse to take bookings from Karen Fisher in future, due to the rules he lived by and believed in. No one who wanted him to be their permanent Dom. No one looking for a relationship. No one who wanted sex. He was happy to punish a lonely sub in the manner they needed, but he wasn’t looking for any strings or attachments.
Karen Fisher, an incredibly sexy wolf with red-brown hair and hazel eyes, pushed every one of his buttons. In the bar or on the dance floor, she was a determined, headstrong, mouthy, self-assured woman. In the dungeon she was a dream sub who obeyed every command and whose body begged for his loving touch as well as punishment.
Due to her wolf genes she was strong and seemed to like being pushed to the limits. Whether he used a cane, a whip, or a paddle, she drove him to plan intricate scenes that pushed her boundaries in new and different ways to bring her satisfaction.
Tonight was different. Karen was chained to the wall, naked but for a blindfold, a ball gag, and nipple and clit clamps. He could see the cream glistening on her inner thighs and smell her arousal. Damn, he wanted some of that. His dick was aching, begging to get inside her, and the way she was wiggling her ass at him showed clearly she’d be happy for him to take their relationship up to the next level.
But that was against his rules. He’d worked at this club happily for years, simply because he never had sex with a sub. Never, never, never. It was just a damn shame his dick wasn’t listening. It was demanding he fulfill Karen’s clear wishes and fuck her. Which he really wanted to do. But then what? It wasn’t like there was any future between a wolf and a human.
Far more male werewolf shape-shifters were born than females, so every female wolf was a cherished part of the pack. He’d seen the male wolves clustering around Karen, vying for her attention. He’d also watched her behave in a friendly way to every one of them, never giving one any more encouragement than any of the others. Whereas, she was clearly giving him the hint to take more of her. So what could it hurt, just this once? Besides, all rules had exceptions. Just think of that “i before e except after c” stuff he’d had to learn in school. So how about, “no sex except with Karen.” That’d work.
Gus ran a gentle hand down her spine from neck to ass. Her skin was warm and pink from the whipping he’d given her, but he’d been as careful as always and there’d be no bruises to mar her beauty tomorrow. She shivered under his hand, but he knew it was lust, not fear or pain.
He moved to her side and looked at her breasts and clit. Both her nipples were bright-red buds in the clamps. Her clit was engorged, and he longed to suck it into his mouth to taste her essence. She smelled wonderful, and he knew she’d taste even better.
Surely, as a good, caring Dom, he ought to suck her nipples and clit when he took the clamps
off. After all, it was a Dom’s duty to care for his sub, even a temporary one.
Rationalization much?
Gus removed the blindfold and uncuffed both her feet and one hand. He turned her body slightly toward him and pulled his needy, aching cock out of its black leather pouch. Standing with his legs apart, he let his dick bounce upright. It seemed to be pointing at Karen. It knew what it wanted.
“Do you want this? Blink for yes, shake your head for no.”
Karen blinked three times quickly.
“Are you sure?”
Once again she blinked three times.
Gus bent down and took the clit clamp off, dropping it into the pouch on his black leather armband. He’d designed these armbands himself specifically to leave his hands free. They also had hooks where he could put a whip if he wanted to.
Kneeling, he held Karen’s labia open and sucked deeply on her clit. Oh hell yes. She tasted better than he could have dreamed. Sweet as sugar, hotter than chili. He swiped his tongue up and down her slit, licking up her cream, then sucked on her clit again.
In his hands she was wiggling madly, thrusting her cunt against his face. He couldn’t wait another second. Gus held his cock at her entry and drove deep and hard, not stopping until his balls were grinding against her soft flesh. He held her hips, aware that one of her wrists was still chained, but he’d keep her balanced and the wall was just behind them anyway.
She was so hot, so tight, so very wet, Gus knew if he moved he’d explode and the party would be over. He wrapped one arm around her waist, holding her against him, and with the other he unscrewed the nipple clamp on her right breast. He had to bend his back to get his head in the correct place, but he managed to get his mouth on her breast and suck hard. Around his cock he felt her channel quivering. That was fine. He was perfectly happy for her to come. It was himself he was worried about. In fact, he’d like it if she came. That way he could bring her to a second orgasm later.
Having made up his mind, he pulled his upper body back a fraction, still with his cock inside her, and removed the other nipple clamp, once again dropping it in his armband pouch before sucking her nipple deep and hard. This time he took as much of her breast into his mouth as he could manage, the nipple, areola, and several inches of tender flesh. Damn, she tasted nice. Slightly salty from sweat, but with an underlying sweetness that made his dick twitch in its warm home deep inside her.
Home. That’s an interesting way of referring to her. But I do feel at home in her cunt. I’ll think about it later. Right now, I need to concentrate on giving her a world-class orgasm.
Gus grasped her ass, holding her firm, yet soft flesh hard against his body, then slowly withdrew from her. He watched her face the entire time, noticing her hazel eyes darken to brown with lust, her lids dropping slightly, her cheeks flushing. Under his hands her ass muscles fluttered and her thigh muscles were tightening. She was going to push herself down on him.
He slapped her ass hard with the flat of his hand. “I’m the Dom. I make the decisions. You stay still.”
She gave the tiniest of nods in acknowledgment, but he felt her muscles loosen, so she was obeying him. Damn, but she was the best submissive a Dom could ever want.
He waited until he was certain she was relaxed, then thrust up into her again, as high and hard as he could. Her cunt gripped him tightly, and once again he felt the beginnings of a climax around his cock. There was no time to waste. He pulled out and drove in again, and then again. She shattered around him, covering his cock in her honey, but he didn’t slow down. He swiveled his cock, dragging it across her walls, twisting his hips, trying to drive himself over every internal inch of her.
As her orgasm eased a little, he thrust harder, slapping her ass with the flat of his hand as he pumped into her. After half a dozen strokes, he held her hips, bent his knees, then drove up as high and hard as he could. Instantly she came again, her body going limp against his. With a smile of relief at having brought her to completion so quickly, he unloosed his control over his dick and let his own climax roar through him. Stream after stream of cum jetted from his dick until he could feel their combined essence on his shaft, all the way down to the root of his cock.
Quickly he pulled the ball gag out of her mouth and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, before wrapping both arms around her.
He was going to miss her intensely, but she could no longer be his sub. He didn’t mix business and pleasure, and he knew one fuck with Karen would never be enough. She was too precious to him, and he couldn’t have her in his dungeon without wanting to possess her over and over again. Now, how could he say this without hurting her feelings?
“Karen, that was beautiful, thank you. This was our last time together as Dom and sub, and you’ve given me a wonderful memory. I hope you find a new Dom who suits you very soon.”
Karen pulled away from him, until brought up short by the arm still chained to the wall.
“What?”
Cursing himself for not unchaining her before he spoke, Gus quickly unlocked the cuff. “I can’t continue as your Dom now we’ve been together like this. You’ll need to find a new Dom.”
“Are you saying that because you fucked me, you won’t stay as my Dom?”
“Yes. I never mix sex and business.”
Karen licked her lips and pushed one leg forward, accentuating her breasts and hips. “If you’re not my Dom, though, I can seduce you. Is that correct?”
Gus had to stomp on the feelings rising in his chest. She wouldn’t have to try hard to seduce him. Walking into the room would do it. “I don’t have time for a relationship. I’m kept busy here at the club. It’s time for you to go now.”
She bowed her head like an obedient sub, then she looked up into his eyes with the most erotically carnal glance he’d ever seen in his life before. Instantly his dick went from limp to hard. “I’ll be back. Who knows how many different Doms I’ll need to experience before I find the one just right for me? In the meantime, I’m sure you’ll have some time off for recreation sooner or later.”
She flipped her long reddish-brown hair back over her shoulders, let him drown in her smoldering gaze, then picked up her clothing and went into the adjoining bathroom.
Gus just stood there watching her. The thought of her experiencing a lot of other Doms was almost a physical pain in his chest. But the sure knowledge that she’d be in his bed sooner or later was even more agonizing. He wanted her. He wanted her so much he wasn’t sure how he could work the rest of this night’s shift. But if he broke the cardinal rule of his life, how could he have respect for himself? Would he end up just like some sleazy Dom who indiscriminately fucked everyone who came into the dungeon?
What have I done? And more importantly, what the fucking hell can I do to fix it?
* * * *
Karen had been attracted to Dom Augustus since the moment she’d first seen him in the BDSM club. He was such a refreshing difference from the pack of male wolves that constantly surrounded her. They were all eager to get her into bed, hoping to entice her into a commitment. But she wasn’t fooled by them for as much as a moment. Once they had a ring on her finger she’d be stuck in an apartment in Wolf Central raising a brood of cubs, and that wasn’t how she planned to live her life at all.
However, she wasn’t ready to stop looking at men either, and the man who attracted her the most was the luscious blond Dom. Call her shallow and selfish, but she liked a big man, a man she believed was strong and powerful enough to protect her. Not that she needed protecting. After all, she was the firstborn child in their family, the oldest, even if it was only by five minutes, so she was used to being in control.
Although she was quite capable of looking after herself, she wanted the feeling of security a big man gave her. As well as that, the right man for her had to be someone she respected. And wolves who spoke lovey-dovey to her face and sneered at her or her twin brother behind her back just didn’t get onto her short list. Dom Augustus however, well, ri
ght now, he was her short list. And her long list as well. Her only list. She wanted him and planned to have him.
She respected his personal standard of not mixing business and pleasure, so she’d keep him for pleasure and find herself another Dom. Even give up visiting the BDSM club if she had to, if there wasn’t another Dom who could satisfy her craving for punishment. Because her desire for the burly blond was her top priority right now, and likely she’d convince him to give her some private punishment once they were in bed anyway.
Hmm. Yes. That would be better. She wouldn’t even look for another Dom. She’d get him to incorporate some punishment into the bedroom scenes. And there would be bedroom scenes. She wasn’t going to give up on that project this side of success.
Like many of the wolves who lived in the large apartment block in town known among the shape-shifter community as Wolf Central, Karen and her twin brother Rowan worked for the pack Alpha. But where Rowan was often sent on protection detail, which was how he and his good friend and fellow wolf, Mike Eden, had met Ellie Roth, with whom they were now in a ménage relationship, Karen more often found herself in an office behind a computer, up to her eyeballs in spreadsheets and reports.
Not today, however. Now she was refreshed and rejuvenated by her session in the dungeon, she was about to head out to a farm where some of the people who worked at the shape-shifter clinic lived.
It was Quinn Johnson’s farm, and he and Rainer King had recently committed to Wynter Hall, a great white shark shape-shifter.