Take Me [Dungeon Masters 1] (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting)

by Cara Adams

  At the park, Simon ran at top speed for ten minutes, trying to leech all the itchiness out of his skin. After that, he continued running, but at a pace he could maintain. As he ran his laps around the running track, he thought about the future. First, how to get Tamara into their lives to stay. He didn’t know where she lived or much about her. Except that she seemed to have a fairly ordinary job she wasn’t wedded to. Maybe she could work for him and Leif then. They were always on the lookout for good staff. A BDSM club was the kind of place with a constantly changing crew.

  At least she’d liked being tied up. Simon was certain she was a sub. Soon she’d be Leif’s sub and they would get to play with her, planning scenes that would send her into huge orgasms over and over again. Once they took her into the dungeon there’d be no stopping the joys they could plan for her. Games that would blow her mind with their eroticism as well as send her into screaming orgasms. Lots of orgasms. She had a body built for them to love her over and over again.

  He hadn’t fucked her mouth yet. He needed to do that soon. And he couldn’t wait to watch Leif whip her. He could imagine just how pretty a pink her skin would turn under Leif’s expert attention.

  One advantage of this damn wedding was that they’d be forced to sit and talk for hours. It just so happened that he wanted to know all about her, so sitting and talking to her suited him fine. And if they were seated far apart, too bad. He’d drag her to their table and she could sit on his knee for all he cared. As long as he was with her. That was all that would matter. Although, knowing Leif, it wouldn’t surprise him if he changed place cards or demanded the seating be rearranged to be near her. The man was a born Dom and very used to solving problems.

  Simon continued running until he was certain he’d gotten the itch out of his system. If he could be alone for half an hour this afternoon though, he’d change into his wolf even if he had to lock himself in the bathroom to do it. No way was he going to jeopardize his time with Tamara by having to leave the event early just because his wolf wouldn’t let him ignore it.

  Apart from Leif, and a few of the key people at the BDSM club, no humans knew he was a werewolf. The club had several werewolves on staff because werewolves had a tendency to be Dominating and worked well with the BDSM scene. But it wasn’t something Simon had ever told a lover before. Not that he planned to hit Tamara with the facts for a while yet. But the very notion that he had thought about telling her proved how very important she was to him. Once she was tied up nice and tightly in their dungeon, committed to their lifestyle, then he’d ask her how she felt about shape-shifters. Not that it was anything she could catch. Werewolves weren’t a disease. The shape-shifting was caused by a gene, just like hair color. If two werewolves mated and had a child, it was most likely to be a shape-shifter as well unless there were a passel of humans in the family tree. But when a human mated a shifter the dice could roll either way. The child might be human or shifter.

  When they mated, when Tamara agreed to mate both him and Leif, then he’d bite her and claim her as his for all shifters everywhere to know. But the bite wouldn’t turn her into a werewolf. Hopefully though, it’d give her a taste for being bitten. Biting could be damn sexy when done right and would enhance her climaxes. And he was just the wolf to teach her these erotic techniques.

  Simon sighed. But not now. Now it was time to run back to the hotel, to shower, and dress, and eat a sustaining meal. Likely the food wouldn’t be served until seven or eight tonight so a big brunch was essential.

  * * * *

  Tammy sensed it was late morning when she woke again. But damn, she’d been fucked six ways to Sunday and by hell it felt good to have been so well used. She couldn’t remember ever having had such amazing orgasms in her life before. These men were a dangerous team. She’d be holding any future lover up against them and finding him lacking. Not that there were any lovers on the horizon, but still, a woman could dream.

  She climbed off the bed and stretched. Shit, she was stiff and sore. Hell, she’d exercised muscles she didn’t even know she had, as well as ones that hadn’t been used in far too long. Tammy went into the bathroom and turned the shower on hot, and then rummaged through all the free shampoos and conditioners and body washes, piling a handful of them on the shelf in the shower.

  She jumped as a long arm came into the shower behind her and turned the water off. Tammy turned to face Leif.

  “Trust me, I really need that shower now.”

  “I’ll fill your ass with gel when you get out of it. But look at me, Tamara. Simon and I want you to stay with us tonight as well. Why don’t I go get your luggage, check you out of your room, and you can stay here with us tonight as well.”

  Tammy had planned to stay at the hotel tonight. The reception didn’t begin until six and she had no ambition to be arrested and served with a DUI if she’d tried to go home late at night. Besides, there was no need. Tomorrow was Sunday. She’d planned to check out at her leisure and travel home in time to get ready for work on Monday and catch up on her sleep. Well, catching up on her sleep was still going to be on the program apparently.

  “I can check myself out. I only have one suitcase. I didn’t need that much luggage just for a weekend.”

  “You will let us do this for you.”

  It was a statement, not a question, but she stared at him anyway, aware she had her stubborn look on her face. Then she shrugged. She wanted them, they wanted her, why fight it?

  “All right. Thank you.”

  She walked into the living area with him, opened her purse, and handed him her room key. He pointed to the room key in the wall that kept the refrigerator and clock working. “The bathroom light will stay on for you, but I need to take the swipe card with me to get back in if you’re still in the shower. Simon went for a run and took the spare swipe card. I’m sorry about that, but I know the bathroom lights stay on.”

  “That’s okay. It’s going to take me a while to wash my hair and all.”

  He waited until she walked back into the bathroom before pulling the swipe card out of the slot. She heard the pop as it released. But the curtains in the other rooms were open and there was adequate light. Besides, she wasn’t planning to watch the television, she wanted a shower. Although likely she was wasting her time. It wouldn’t surprise her if they all ended up in bed again. Although she was a little stiff and sore. It might be better to save the fucking until after the wedding.

  Tammy grinned. Whatever was she thinking? More fucking. She could hardly move now. Her shoulders and thighs were aching, her cunt and her ass were both feeling well-used, she had rope burn up her ass crack, her clit was really tender, and she was thinking of fucking again. Hell yes!

  She turned the water back on and let the heat seep into her shoulder muscles and the water rain through her short brown hair. She bent over, letting the water pound over her ass and then sighed and began shampooing and conditioning her hair. Finally she washed the rest of herself, and turned the water off, stepping out into the bathroom and wrapping a towel around her hair before grabbing a second towel to dry herself.

  She almost dropped the towel as a siren shrilled through the building. Her first thought was that it was a tornado warning, and she frantically tried to remember what floor she was on. But this wasn’t an old building so it should have been built to withstand tornadoes.

  “This is a fire alarm. Immediately leave the building. All staff and guests must immediately leave the building. Do not attempt to use the elevators. Evacuate by the stairs. Wardens will assist those with mobility problems. All patrons must evacuate the building now. Do not stop to collect your possessions.”

  “Fucking hell.” Ignoring the instructions, Tammy rubbed her body quickly with the towel, then ran into the living room, and snatched up her dress, pulling it on over her still damp skin. She grabbed her clutch purse, and ran out of the room toward the stairs, following a crowd of other people.

  Because she was barefooted, she walked down the stairs qu
ite quickly, although not wearing any underwear was a mistake. The breeze flowing up her dress was quite chilly on her damp skin.

  The hotel lobby was a seething mass of people with staff standing by the elevators telling people they could go back to their rooms, it was a false alarm. Tammy was still trying to figure out exactly what was going on when her mother rushed across the lobby and grabbed her arm. “Why didn’t you answer your phone? Why are you still wearing that dress? Why are your feet bare? I’ve been so worried about you.”

  “I was in the shower when the siren sounded and this was the closest piece of clothing. Why would you be worried about me? Apparently it’s a false alarm.”

  “I was worried because you’re my daughter. And you didn’t answer your phone.”

  “I never answer it when I’m in the shower.”

  “There’s no need to be rude, dear. Why don’t you come with me now and we’ll have a nice cup of coffee together.”

  Tammy was all too aware of the fact she wasn’t wearing underwear and she really needed to change out of this dress as well.

  “Thank you for the offer, Mom, but I think I’ll go upstairs and finish my shower.”

  “Don’t be late for the wedding.”

  “I won’t be.”

  With her mom standing right there Tammy squeezed onto the next elevator and had to give the floor with her old room number. She wasn’t at all surprised when she knocked on the door and no one answered. Leif had likely returned to his room long ago. Sighing she took the stairs. There were far too many people waiting for elevators and some of them knew her. It’d be just her luck to end up trying to explain why she was getting out at the wrong floor to her mother.

  But when she finally arrived back at Leif and Simon’s room neither of them were there. For a while she stood against the wall waiting for them. Then she walked around and around the hallway. Finally she sat on the carpet by their door, leaning her head back against the wall and wondering if she’d be arrested by the hotel staff before either Simon or Leif arrived back to rescue her.

  Chapter Four

  Simon arrived back at the hotel to find a complete state of chaos reigning in the lobby. At first he thought it was just a large and very noisy group of new arrivals waiting to be attended to. And then he realized that a lot of the people weren’t dressed normally. One lady had a white sandal on one foot and a navy pump on the other, neither of which matched the short red dress she was wearing. Another man wore dress pants and a naked chest. One older woman was wearing a bath robe.

  Okay, something kinky is definitely going on here.

  He pushed his way into the crowd, ducking and weaving between people much like he’d had to do in the ballroom the previous night at the pre-wedding party. A lot of people seemed to be clustered around a rather frazzled looking concierge who was answering an endless series of questions. “Yes, sir, the fire alarm was a hoax. Several drunk guests have been chastised for their behavior in causing the alarm. No, ma’am, there is no fire. It’s safe to go back to your room. I’m sorry, ma’am, I can’t help you as regards a room key. You need to talk to the staff on the reception desk for that. Yes, sir…”

  Understanding that the key factor appeared to be that some drunk guests had triggered the fire alarm, Simon headed for the stairwell. He could see the line for the elevators already and it was going to be a hell of a lot faster to walk. He walked up the first few flights and then moved faster wondering how Leif and Tamara were getting on. He supposed the fire alarm would have woken Tamara up, but maybe she’d gone back to sleep. Maybe he could climb back into bed with her and hold her in his arms for a while.

  Then he stopped. Likely she’d have decided to go back to her own room to get showered and dressed. In all the confusion no one would notice a woman walking around in last night’s party dress. Judging by what some of the people in the lobby were wearing, no one was noticing anything right now. So he’d be more likely to see her if he went to her room. Except that he had no idea where her room was. He concentrated, mentally running through the conversations they’d had last night and this morning. But no, he had no idea what floor her room was on.

  Of course, he could go back down and check at reception, but likely the line there was halfway around the lobby, like it was for the elevators. No, it was better to go back to his room and if she was there he could see her. And if she wasn’t? Damn. He didn’t even have her cell phone number. Or know her last night name. Hell! He really hadn’t been thinking clearly last night. All he knew was that he wanted her. But he sure as hell needed to fill in a few of the basic facts about her real soon.

  Simon started up the stairs again, moving much faster now, needing to get back to his room and find out what was happening, needing to see Tamara and reassure himself she was all right, needing to—

  He pushed open the stairwell door and stepped into the hallway. And there she was sitting in her black dress leaning back against the wall, half-asleep. Her bare legs and feet were crossed in front of her and he could see the black filth on the soles of her feet. She must have had to walk all the way downstairs and back up again, poor little thing. He raced down the hallway and bent over to pull her into his arms.

  “Are you okay, Tamara?”

  “Yes, sure, I’m fine. I’m just locked out.”

  “Why are you locked out? Did the door slam on you?”

  “No. You and Leif had already left and there was no swipe card left for me to take.”

  “I didn’t take a key card with me. There should have been one left in the electricity slot by the door.”

  “That’s the one Leif took.”

  “Why didn’t he take his own swipe card? Why did he take that one? And why haven’t you got your own room key? At least then you could have waited in comfort.”

  And that’s when the penny dropped. She had no key card and he didn’t have one either. The thought of walking all the way down the stairs and lining up at the reception desk really didn’t appeal to him. “Why don’t we go to your room and wait there. We can send a text message to Leif to tell him where we are.”

  Tamara slid down the wall and sat on the carpet again. “You didn’t listen. I said I didn’t have my swipe card either.”

  “Why not?”

  “Leif took it to cancel my room. He was going to bring my stuff up here. But he hasn’t come back yet.

  “Well, where the fuck is Leif then?”

  “Good question.”

  Simon stared down at her and then hunkered down beside her. “Obviously I didn’t get enough sleep last night. Could you tell me what’s been happening? Maybe in words of two syllables or less so I can understand it.”

  Tamara laughed.

  * * * *

  Leif hadn’t stopped to think that he’d need to repack Tamara’s luggage. He hadn’t even thought that he himself tended to hang things in the closet, drop clothing on chairs, put things in nightstand drawers, and generally scatter his possessions all around a hotel suite. Until he opened Tamara’s hotel room door and realized he had absolutely no idea what she’d brought with her to the wedding and where she might have put it.

  A quick look around the room made him feel better. Either she was a hell of a lot neater than he was, or else she’d bought way less stuff with her for the weekend. A single suitcase was unlocked and unzipped but with the lid closed, on the luggage rack. It was almost full which told him there shouldn’t be too many of Tamara’s things scattered around. There was nothing in the nightstand drawer, and nothing on the sink in the bathroom, not even a toothbrush. He left the top of the suitcase open and peeked into her beauty bag and sure enough her toothbrush was inside it. So far so good.

  He lifted the pillows on the bed to see if she’d placed her pajamas underneath the pillows but she hadn’t. Once again he looked in the suitcase and saw nothing that said “pajamas” to him, but there was a rather faded T-shirt so he hoped that fit the description. Back in the bathroom he looked around carefully and saw nothing that
didn’t belong there, so he opened the closet. A floor-length burgundy dress hung there. Ah! That would be her dress to wear to the wedding later today. He laid it flat on the top of her other luggage, folding it neatly and carefully. He looked all around for shoes but saw none in the closet or under the chair. Leif kneeled down and looked under the bed. Nothing there, not even a few dust bunnies. The housekeeping department in the hotel deserved to be congratulated.

  This was starting to remind him of childhood Easter egg hunts where he didn’t know where to look and wasn’t even sure if there was anything to find. However, instead of just missing out on candy, if he got this wrong he’d be explaining to an irate woman why he’d mislaid half her possessions. Sighing, Leif pulled out all the drawers and looked inside them, even checking the refrigerator. But where were her shoes to wear to the wedding?

  Carefully he poked around in the suitcase. He found a comfortable pair of athletic shoes, which was likely what she’d brought to wear today, but nothing else. Damn! He’d have to call her and ask. Likely she wasn’t even out of the shower yet. But it was best to be certain he hadn’t missed any of her things. Leif look out his cell phone and swiped it awake. And then paused with his thumb over the keypad. He had no idea what her cell phone number was. Or even if she had one. Well fuck! So much for the know-it-all Dom. He was batting zero here.

  Leif walked back to the doorway of the room, stood with his back to the door and looked up, down, and all around himself. Taking one slow step at a time he searched the damn room as carefully as if he really had been looking for a gold-plated Easter egg. And found nothing. Well, that was better than failing his woman by leaving her possessions behind. But next time he’d better remember to think before offering to do something. Two seconds talking to her could have saved him half an hour’s work here.

  He zipped up the suitcase and wheeled it to the door, sliding her swipe card out of the gadget that turned the electricity on, and ensuring the door locked behind him. He walked back to the elevator and pressed the button to summon it. There were actually three elevators and he stood back so he could watch the colored lights display which one would arrive first. It was only a couple of floors, but when wheeling a suitcase, it seemed much smarter to take the elevator than walk.