ROMANCE: PARANORMAL ROMANCE: Coveted by the Werewolves (Paranormal MMF Bisexual Menage Romance) (New Adult Shifter Romance Short Stories)

by Hawke, Jessa

  Most of her clients tended to be very private people who did not appreciate any kind of audience on their most private desires. With a wry smile, Arabella realized that even with her years of experience in the field, she had never entertained a ménage a trois for this very reason. Who would be willing to join them, and submit to David’s particular brand of domination, as well?

  Her brain scrambled amongst the unfinished scenarios of her clients until her mind finally landed on James. It made perfect sense—she was always threatening him with the husband who was about to come home; what fun it would be if there actually was a husband to catch them in the act? And while David was intoxicated by her played innocence, she knew that the added dimension of some kind of competition, a servant, perhaps, would only enhance the fantasy.

  Sitting at her writing table a floor below the Guest Room, she penned an answer to David, asking him if he would like to come to visit her at four—their regular hour—the following Wednesday. I will arrange your request, she wrote, a wicked little smile spreading across her face. Next, she rang up James and asked him if he would participate. When he heard her proposed scenario, she was surprised to find that he was more than a little receptive. As it turned out, his tastes ran to both sexes, fair and strong, and he had long since dreamed of indulging in this particular brand of submissiveness. The fact that David was attractive—Arabella was very honest in her description and David’s natural looks worked in his favor—and that their fantasies meshed well together was a good sign for James. He agreed to the session. And Arabella looked forward to testing her charms with a group session, so to speak.

  At three thirty the following Wednesday, Arabella’s doorbell rang. This time, she hurried down the steps in a dark green velvet frock that skimmed her knees and bared her arms; it dipped into a low vee at the neck and matched her beautiful eyes perfectly. Timing would be everything with this particular scenario—they only had half an hour before the next step.

  She opened the door and grabbed James by the collar of his coat, dragging him into the house. While she scrambled to wrest his jacket off his broad shoulders, she asked him anxiously, “Did anyone see you? Oh, did the neighbors see you walk in here?” As she spoke, she took him by the hand and led him quickly up the stairs, not bothering with her customary blindfold. James was so distracted that he would not have noticed the part of the co-op that was hers anyway. He was caught up in the excitement as much as she was. “Nobody knows I’m here, don’t worry.”

  Arabella flung open the door to the Guest Room and pulled James in behind her. “We don’t have much time,” she told him, unbuttoning his shirt and scattering kisses on his cheeks and chin. “He’ll be here any minute.”

  James kissed her full on the mouth right back, as aroused by the urgency as he usually was by her stern manner. He gathered her in his arms, relishing the crush of green velvet against her form, and in the warm folds of her skin below it. They kissed each other roughly on the mouth, tongues tangling with a fervor.

  He scooped her roughly in his arms and deposited her onto the edge of the bed where he sat down with her, holding her face in his hands and thrusting his tongue into her, enjoying the sweet taste of her mouth. She placed her hand before her, and landed solidly into the seat of his pants. His hands traveled up the torso of her body to find her breast, naked underneath the velvet. He kneaded it, molding the palm of his hand against her until she was within in his grasp. The hand that she had put out found his erection and she rubbed him through his pants, enjoying the way he swelled against her touch and groaned against her mouth. They were touching one another with the alacrity allowed a few short moments, and then her fingers found the head of his penis and he wrested away from her mouth, tilting his head back as he panted aloud with pleasure.

  He stood up and quickly unbuckled his pants. “Hurry,” she said breathlessly, moving herself back onto the bed until the small lordotic curve of her spine was flat against the bedspread. He shook off his pants and there he was before her, broad and generously endowed, a trail of ruddy-colored curly hair trailing from his solid abdomen into the area below where his member stood proudly. Arabella rolled up her dress to reveal herself to him and he fell on her, kissing her neck and breasts; somewhere behind them, a clock rang the sound of the hour. She grabbed his head and pulled him almost savagely to her mouth even as she bucked her hips against him; somewhere down below she heard the sound of a door left purposely unlocked opening and footsteps hurrying up the stairs. She gathered James into her hand and began to work his penis in the small round of her palm when the door to the Guest Room suddenly flew open.

  “What’s this?” David’s voice asked evenly from the door landing.

  James broke away from her and scrambled for his clothes on the ground. Arabella pulled down her dress in a desperate attempt to cover herself.

  "Darling, it's not what you think!" she cried, rushing to David's side. "He-he forced himself on me!"

  Both men looked equally taken aback. She had told them the integration into the threesome would be a surprise, and she had concocted the scenario to play to the strengths of both men- David's control and James's love of punishment. The only thing required now was cooperation. And a little wicked imagination, thought Arabella, looking between the two men.

  David recovered first. "So you think you can just waltz in here and take what's mine?” he asked James, looking between Arabella and the stable hand. Three long strides and he was standing in front of the naked man, cowering ad he clutched his pants. "This is not some farm, boy," David sneered, taking his chin in his hands. He looked down James's body where the latter's penis was heavy and swollen, excited by both the previous romp with Arabella and the danger of the moment. David's eyed lingered there as he considered his next step.

  "You like my wife, boy?"

  James looked up at him through a mess of his chestnut curls, a question in his bright blue eyes.

  "Answer me, servant." James trembled.

  With his one free hand, David beckoned to Arabella. She crossed the room timidly, hands folded before her like a chastised schoolgirl. David released James's face and stood until he could grab Arabella at her waist.

  "You like it when I hold her like this?" David asked James roughly. "How about when I do this?" He pulled her face to him and savagely kissed her on the mouth, bending his face and body against her until Arabella felt her bones turn to water.

  "Since you like her so much, you get to watch."

  David led Arabella to the bed by one wrist and pointed to the opposite side of the covers. "Stand there," he told James. "And no matter how excited you get by watching me claim what is rightfully mine, you may not touch yourself. Or you will be most severely punished."

  With those words, executed in the most direct of tones, David fell to the task that Arabella presented to him. Never before had he taken such command of her body, rubbing her breasts until he could feel the sharp stand of her nipples against the thick velvet, pressing his swelling erection against her thigh. He scooped her at the small of her back so he could nip at her breasts and thighs, arousing her to where Arabella could hear small animal moans rise from the back of her throat. As her head tilted back, she could see James watching them, his eyes wide and his penis, wide and thick, standing away from his body.

  "And now, little wife," said David, unbuckling his pants and drawing out his long cock, "I finally take what's mine. Mine, you hear, boy?"

  Arabella reflexively spread her legs open to accommodate David's weight as he lay atop her. She felt him part her pussy and a moment later, he had slid inside her. Her pussy widened to fit him like a ribbed glove and he thrust within her, brushing tantalizingly against her clit, rubbing her internally in all the right places. As she clasped the covers around her, she could hear James groaning aloud at the sight of David taking her and her breasts pumping rhythmically against her dress to David's thrusts.

  She was nearing her moment and wrapped her legs around David's hips to draw
him deeper inside her. They matched each other rhythm for rhythm, and she could see James upside down, reaching uncontrollably to touch himself.

  She came.

  She shuddered around David's cock, locking him in. As her inner muscles tightened around the fullness within her, wonderful spasms rocked her body from tip to toes.

  David pulled out of her and eyed James.

  "No self-control at all, I see."

  James halted his stroking motions and eyed David excitedly.

  "Come here," David said, beckoning with a finger. James walked over to him. Looked him over again from head to toe.

  "Turn around."

  James obeyed.

  David took a step forward until he was flush with the other man's skin. He wrapped his hands around his torso; where James was wide, David was tall, and as he stroked the muscles of his stomach, brushing his hands along his thighs and nipples, he leaned over and whispered directly into James's ear, "I do not stand for servants who do not obey."

  He bent James at the waist and entered him with one smooth stroke. There was no impediment- David was wet with Arabella's juices, and she could tell that the thrusting motions were pleasuring them both.

  She slipped down until she was on her knees beside the pair and tilted her face up between David's legs. She gathered his balls into her mouth and sucked gently, working herself with her other hand. From her vantage point, she could see James's face and could tell that he was getting close.

  David's motions were getting quicker, and Arabella was no longer able to keep up. She fell back onto her haunches, rubbing herself as she watched her two clients lose themselves to the moment. She saw David raise a hand and bring it down hard onto James's behind, sending him over the edge with a long moan. David followed suit with a harsh cry announcing his final moment to the room. He fell onto James's back as he came, long and unending, into him.

  The final edge to the final fantasy, thought Arabella, exploding onto her own hand, a Victorian- age dominatrix lost for a moment in the pleasures of the modern world.

  Maybe later, David does James in the ass while Arabella licks his balls. Then, both men unite to take her because David wants to give her a little present as his wife (maybe that’s how it starts, that David gets turned on by watching James take her, his “innocent little wife”, and then punishes James) and he taunts James by asking if he desires his wife. OR maybe David starts kissing her, then taunts James, then watches James pleasure her, then fucks him in the ass, then they unite. Yup, that’s the one.

  THE END

  Obsessed with the Bad Boys

  Chapter 1 The Bump

  I’m driving along, minding my own business, okay, maybe the music’s playing a little loudly, but so what, no one can hear as I quickly pass them by. I’m unwinding after a long hard week. I’ll soon be home, put my feet up, shower, pajamas, ice cream, wine and a movie. It sounds perfect for a Friday evening in, just a shame I have no one to share it with.

  Suddenly, out of nowhere, well actually from a side street, a car appears, clipping the front of mine. Did he even look? I screech to a halt and jump out of my seat to assess the damage and to shout at the jackass in the offending car.

  “What the hell man!” I yell at him, as he’s getting out of his car. “Did you even look to see if anything was coming. I have total right of way here!”

  He puts his hands up in submission, well at least it seems he’s not denying it’s his fault, so that’s a relief. I really cannot afford the jack up in premiums that comes with an accident. I calm myself down and take a look at the damage, which isn't that bad. My front fender has a little dent in it and some paintwork has been scratched off, but that’s not the point, it could have been much worse.

  “I’ll go get my insurance details,” I say to him, looking at him properly for the first time now I’ve calmed down. What a handsome hunk he is. He’s one big guy and not just in height, although he easily clears six feet, broad chest, wide shoulders, dark short cropped hair on top of handsome features. Wow, did I really shout at this guy?

  I shake my head to stop thinking such things and he takes a hold of my arm, turning me back to face him.

  “Erm... look, I don’t have any documents on me so there’s no point you digging yours out just yet,” he tells me. I wonder if this means he’s not insured, no, surely not, he looks too respectable.

  “I know there’s not much damage but you really can’t pull out like that. I’m gonna need your details so can you give me your contact number?”

  “Yeah, I’m really sorry about that, I haven’t slept in a few days, but I’m sure you don’t want to hear about that. You’re right, I wasn’t concentrating. It’s hard to get back to civvy life sometimes and I apologize for upsetting you, and bumping your car.”

  I sort of feel sorry for him, he does look tired. Did he say, “civvy life?” He must be a soldier, that softens my attitude a little, I always have the greatest respect for our armed forces.

  “I don’t suppose it’s gonna cost that much, but I’d like your contact details and I’ll give you mine so we can sort out insurance information. Is that okay?”

  “Yeah, that’s fine, I’ll ring you tomorrow when I’ve had a good night’s sleep. It was all my fault so you’ll be okay. I really am sorry to do this to you,” he puts his hand out to me. “My name’s Adam and I’m staying at The Regent hotel, room 309. I promise, this will all be sorted tomorrow.”

  His large hand envelops mine in a hand shake and I feel a tingle that sets off butterflies in my stomach. Under normal circumstances, I would love to be charmed by a guy like this, but I feel this is not the time or the place to start flirting. He lets go of my hand and I feel a little disappointed at the loss of his touch.

  “Alright,” I agree, “but that was not a nice experience, so keep your eyes open until you get wherever your going,” I tell him. “Don’t be bumping someone on every corner you turn.”

  “I won’t ma’am,” he says, so charmingly, and pretending to tip a non existent hat at me. He has one of those lopsided grins, with a dimple on one side. He really is a handsome guy.

  “Here’s my number,” I say, scribbling it on a piece of paper. “We’ll do the rest of the paperwork later, you obviously need to get to bed, before you kill someone,” I say, smiling at him as we start moving back to our respective cars.

  I see he has a passenger, so at least we have a witness. I’m sure I can trust him. If he doesn’t ring in the morning, I’ll track him down.

  For now, I’m off home to chill.

  Chapter 2 Rank and Name

  I get the yearned for relaxing night and wake up feeling much more refreshed. Breakfast in my pajamas, wonderful. It’s a routine I have every weekend. Lazy night in on a Friday, lazy Saturday morning, and tonight, I may hit the town with some friends.

  By midday I still haven’t received the call, so I decide to get dressed and go along to the hotel, just to check if this hunky guy is lying, after all. I know the hotel, it’s one of the main ones right in the centre of town.

  I check out the car before driving into town, the damage really is light, and I can’t be completely certain the dent in the fender wasn't there before the accident. Do I really need to be chasing this guy all over town? What really is my motivation for going to the hotel when I could simply ring the number he gave me? I have a feeling the incentive is more to do with his handsome good looks, rather than cost of repairs.

  Thirty minutes later I’m parking the car and entering the hotel. Not bothering with reception, I just jump in the elevator and head for floor three, and room 309. Knocking on the door I can hear that someone is unlocking it at the other side. When it opens, it’s a different guy, who looks like he just woke up. My stomach drops, he lied, I’ve been had.

  “Hey,” the guy says to me, “didn’t Adam ring you?”

  “Oh, have I got the right place then?” I ask, surprised that this guy knows who I am.

  “Yeah, I was the passenger,” he
tells me, opening the door wider.

  He’s stood there in his tight fitting boxer shorts, as much as I try not to look, my eyes wander to his crotch. When I look back up, he has a knowing smile on his face and I feel my own face heat up.

  “Come in, I can make coffee, if you like?” he invites.

  “No, I don’t think so,” I say, “I’m not going in a hotel room with a half naked guy. Can you let Adam know that I need those details today?”

  “Look, let me get dressed and take you for coffee,” he invites me further. “It’s the least I can do after what happened yesterday. I’ll call Adam and he can meet us at the coffee shop, how about it?”

  “I’ll wait for you in the lobby,” I say, smiling.

  I couldn’t refuse, he’s also a good looking hunk of a man. What is a girl supposed to do on a Saturday afternoon other than sip coffee with a couple of handsome guys?

  As he comes out of the elevator, I can’t help but watch him. He moves gracefully, but with an obvious power and confidence. He’s changed into tight denims and an even tighter t-shirt, that clings to his torso outlining his muscular frame. His hair is cropped short just like Adam’s, and I think he’s also a serviceman. I wonder what branch of the armed services they’re in, it’s clearly something that requires a high level of fitness, marines maybe?

  He spots me and waves, indicating that he’s going to the bar to order coffee and I should join him, which I do. While we’re waiting for our coffees, Adam arrives.

  “Hi Viv, I got Chris’s message just as I was on my way back from the bank. If it’s okay with you, I’d like to pay cash for any damages. This is a friend’s car, and while I’m insured to drive it, I can’t hang around to wait for the company to sort it out. We’ll be back overseas in a few days. It’ll be easier for both of us if I just pay cash. You okay with that?” he asks me as his sits on the large sofa besides me.

  “I’ll get it priced up then, and send you the bill, does that sound agreeable?” I ask him.