Their Mate's Redemption [Midnight, New Orleans Style 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Marla Monroe

  “Stop!”

  Chapter Seven

  How Shayla managed to get the word out, she didn’t know, but a thought somehow penetrated the pleasurable haze they’d built around her to drive it down enough that she could say the word. Pain flashed across her chest like heartburn after a rich meal. She didn’t want them to stop, would plead for them not to stop, except for that one thought that surfaced and cooled her need to a manageable level.

  “Chere! What is wrong? Did we hurt you?” Gaston asked from between her spread thighs.

  Even with the remnants of near ecstasy still clouding her sight, she could see the worry and frustration on his sharp features. Why had she stopped them?

  Because this is leading to full-on sex, and since I haven’t been in a relationship since the attack, I’m not on birth control, idiot.

  “We can’t do this,” she whispered.

  “Why not, beb? We will be so careful to cause you no pain,” Beau said.

  “I know, but I could get pregnant. I’m not on birth control.”

  The fierce expression that flew over Gaston’s face almost scared her. It looked like pride and determination all mixed up in one. What was the man thinking? Would they have condoms?

  Of course they will. They’re men, sexy men at that. They are probably man whores as good-looking as they are. Women probably throw themselves at them.

  That thought didn’t sit well with her. She wanted to claw at any woman who came near the two men. They were hers!

  She almost gasped out loud. Where had that thought come from? They weren’t hers. She would be leaving in a few days. They would remain here. That awareness sent shards of pain all through her chest and left an empty ache there in its wake.

  “Sweet chere. Nothing would please us more than to see you swell with our offspring. To know that you carried our cubs safely in your womb would make us the happiest males in our pride. Do not worry yourself over this. We will take care of you and protect you always.” Gaston smoothed his callused hands up and down her thighs.

  “B–but I can’t stay here. I’m supposed to return home in a few days.”

  Beau growled so loudly she jumped. His face held a fierceness she wouldn’t have believed him capable of only an hour before. It rivaled his brother’s normally stoic expression.

  “Easy, frère. You’re scaring her.” Gaston crawled up the bed to kneel over her.

  “Beb, don’t fret so. We will take care of you. You can bring all of your things here and make your home here with us.”

  “What is going to happen when you get tired of me? I’ll be in a strange place and have to start over.” She knew they would eventually wake up and realize she wasn’t the one for them.

  “Non. We will never tire of our queen. You are our future, and we couldn’t be happier, cher,” Gaston told her.

  “I can’t believe that. I’m nothing like you. I’m big and have mousy brown hair. I’m just a Southern hillbilly, Gaston, not a queen.”

  “I told you to never speak of yourself like that!” he snarled. “We don’t want no skinny mullet, beb. You are perfect. I love the color of your hair. It reminds me of a mink, all warm and luxurious in its thickness. Your eyes are like a new fawn’s soft pelt. And don’t get me started on your luscious ass, cher. I can’t wait to bury my dick in your hot pussy while I hold on to these soft globes. You are gorgeous.” Gaston’s words melted something inside of her.

  “I don’t get it. You could have anyone you wanted. Why me?” She still couldn’t quite accept that they had chosen her.

  “The moment I scented your sweet essence, I knew you were the one, beb. Then when I saw you for the first time with a demon bearing down on you, I was hooked. You are ours, Shayla. That’s all there is to it,” Beau said.

  “I–I don’t know what to say.” The wall she’d built around herself was crumbling before these two amazing men who acted as if she’d given them their greatest wish just by being there.

  Maybe part of it was that she felt safe with them. They’d saved her from the nightmare she’d stumbled into and had tended her wounds without taking advantage of her. How could she doubt their sincerity? The prophecy and that damned birthmark were behind it all.

  But they didn’t know about my birthmark at the time. Could they be telling me the truth? Am I who they want regardless of the mark I carry?

  “All we ask, cher, is that you allow us to show you just how much you mean to us. Your happiness is second only to your health and safety,” Gaston told her.

  With that, he lowered his body enough that he could kiss her. At first he just brushed his mouth over her lips, rubbing his nose against hers before deepening the kiss, challenging her tongue to follow his so he could suck on it, making things low in her belly come alive once more.

  When he slowly pulled back and rubbed his cheek and lips back and forth over hers, the scrape of his budding beard rasping against her soft skin, Shayla couldn’t remember why she’d stopped them in the first place. Nor did she really care.

  He rolled them over so that she straddled his body, the hard thickness of his shaft trapped between them. He lifted his hands from where they’d been gripping her hips to cup and caress her breasts. His fingers tugged lightly at her stiff nipples, sending sparks of awareness straight to her clit. Shayla struggled not to grind the little nub against the rough hair at his groin. God she wanted him to touch her there.

  When he pinched them, she couldn’t stop the whimpers or the involuntary way her pelvis ground against his. It was almost as if he controlled her entire body with the way he stimulated her breasts.

  “Easy, cher. It’ll be all right. We’ll take care of you,” he crooned in that deep, dark voice of his.

  She looked up to find that Beau had finished undressing and stood at the edge of the bed directly in front of her face. Her mouth went dry at the sight of his big hand squeezing the base of his swollen cock. As she watched, he slowly pulled on the shaft with a tight grip that almost made her want to wince. It looked like it should hurt. Fascinated, she couldn’t help watching as he slowly jerked his dick right in front of her. A drop of pre-cum pearled at the slit. Shayla licked her lips as the desire to taste him rode her, overwhelming her timidity at being alone and nude with two men.

  “You want some of this, boo?” He stepped closer to the bed until his thighs brushed the bed clothes. “Open wide for me.”

  Without hesitation, she opened her mouth, trusting him not to shove himself down her throat so she couldn’t breathe. He didn’t disappoint her. As he leaned forward slightly, he teased her tongue with the rim of his penis, making her moan with frustration. He chuckled, the deep, rich tone of his voice sending shivers down her spine. Then he was giving her more of his thick shaft, the slightly spicy taste bursting across her tongue.

  “Merde!”

  Beau groaned as if in pain when she wrapped her tongue around his cockhead, allowing the tip of it to tease along the rim. She suddenly surged forward a bit and engulfed more of his shaft into her mouth, sucking on the rigid flesh. That growly purr returned, and his hands went to her head. He didn’t hold her still so he could fuck her mouth, but instead, he dug his fingers into her scalp. It stunned her just how much power she had over him this way. His fingers flexed in her hair much as a kitten did when nursing from its momma.

  Shayla was so enthralled with the kneading of his fingers on her scalp and the stuttering engine-like sounds of his purr that she forgot about Gaston for a few seconds. When he lifted her hips away from his body, it startled her, worrying her that he’d become angry or jealous of her attention to his brother. Instead, he slowly slid her back down until the blunt head of his dick delved slowly between her pussy lips to enter her slit in a torturous journey toward filling her to the brim.

  “Fuck!” His guttural shout as he slowly breached her body shocked her.

  Then as he slowly filled her, stretching her in a way she’d never been stretched before, Shayla threw back her head in pleasure at how
good it felt to have him scraping the walls of her cunt as he sank deeper into her hot, wet flesh. When he’d managed to sheath himself halfway, he stopped and groaned, his eyes tightly shut, before he slowly drew her back off again.

  “No. Please, Gaston. Don’t stop,” she begged.

  He groaned as he slowly pulled her back down his cock until finally, their bodies met and she’d somehow managed to take all of him inside of her. They fit perfectly, yet she still felt as if something was missing.

  Beau’s stalk waved in front of her, and she realized that she’d allowed him to slip out of her mouth when she’d been taking Gaston inside of her for the first time. She lacked concentration. That would have to change if she stayed with them. Her eyes flew open as that thought sank in. Stay with them?

  Am I really considering it?

  Then all thoughts of anything left her as they both moved inside of her, Beau in her mouth and Gaston pumping up into her body. They set an easy rhythm that both frustrated her and soothed her. They didn’t try to win a race, nor did they treat her like a porcelain doll. She knew they were strong enough to crush her, but they were in control. Their control gave her the confidence she needed to relax and let them take her wherever they wanted to. She knew they would give her what she needed.

  As if on cue, Gaston moved one hand from her hip as she took over the rhythm and began circling her clit with his finger. Immediately pressure began to build inside of her, a slow burn starting in her cunt as her nipples ached for stimulation. Without thinking about it, Shayla lifted her hands so her fingers could pull and pluck at the diamond-hard points.

  “Frère. Have you ever seen a more beautiful sight?” Gaston rasped with a soft purr to his voice.

  “Non. Her mouth is so hot and wet. She’s going to suck me dry.” Beau pulled lightly on her hair as she redoubled her efforts to make him come.

  Dropping her hand from one of her breasts, Shayla reached beneath Beau’s thick cock and brushed her fingers lightly from the base of his shaft over his balls and back again. By the way they drew up at her touch, she knew he was close and that her touch affected him. If that hadn’t clued her in, the harsh intake of air through clenched teeth told her all she needed to know.

  “Yes, beb. Just like that, cher.” His voice sounded even more strained than it had earlier.

  The more she touched him, the more she wanted to touch him. She grazed her nails lightly over the heavy ball sac then squeezed them in the palm of her hand. Again he groaned, but this time he threw his head back.

  Gaston’s fingers continued to play with her pussy and clit, making it very difficult to concentrate on pleasing Beau. It became a game of sorts to try to make Beau come before Gaston coaxed her climax from her body. As much as she wanted to win, Shayla had no doubt Gaston would be the winner. Then maybe that made her the winner after all.

  “Can’t be as good as her hot cunt, frère. She gonna squeeze the life out of me, but I die a happy man,” Gaston said in a strained voice.

  He continued to pump into her with so much strength and control while he fingered her clit that Shayla didn’t see how he had so much endurance. As she hollowed her cheeks in an effort to make Beau give up his cum as soon as possible, Gaston tormented her with his fingers before finally he gave her what she needed to fly. He pinched the little bundle of nerves just hard enough to cause stars to flash in front of her eyes as she squeezed them shut.

  “Gaston!”

  Every nerve in her body fired, overloading her senses to the point of pain. But then she flew, soared through the air where colors burst behind her closed eyelids while fine tremors rocked her body. She would have sworn what had happened to her was impossible, but she had the aftermath of leftover contractions among the muscles of her body to prove it to herself.

  Before she could fully recover, Beau pumped a little deeper into her mouth, lightly brushing against the back of her throat. Arousal bloomed again despite having just experienced the best orgasm of her life. If anything, it built off of that first one. Shayla massaged Beau’s balls as they began to tighten closer to his body. The hoarse shout of her name warned her a split second before he erupted into her mouth in hot, tangy spurts of cum. She struggled to swallow all of it but failed as some escaped the corners of her mouth.

  She continued to suck on his slowly softening dick until he pulled at her hair to move her off his cock. She smiled up at him through half-closed eyelids, heavy with desire.

  To her shock, Beau bent down and kissed her lips before running a finger over both corners of her mouth to gather what she’d missed. He held it to her lips, and Shayla happily licked his essence from his finger before sucking the entire digit into her mouth.

  Groaning again, Beau lightly bumped his head against hers before rubbing the side of his face over both sides of hers.

  “So hot and sweet and spicy, boo. All that I am is yours,” he said. “Please don’t leave me to face life alone.”

  The last part came out as a whisper as he slowly backed away from the bed. Before she could say anything to him, Gaston quickly flipped them over once again so that he was on top and in full control. Still, she wasn’t scared or uneasy. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her. Panther or not, she felt safe in his arms.

  The intense gaze Gaston fixed on her made her feel as if she were the only person in the room and the only thing in his life that mattered. He’d as much as said so earlier when he’d vowed to fight anyone who would try to come between them. Her entire body continued to tingle in awareness as he slowly fucked her. Each time he entered her, it felt so right. When he pulled back, she felt as if her world was off somehow. Was this what it was supposed to feel like?

  His pace increased until he thrust so fast and so deep she felt as if he was becoming a part of her. Something seemed to build inside of her that felt like a pressure cooker. It grew and grew until the ringing in her ears almost drowned out the sound of Gaston’s voice as he talked to her. Shayla struggled to hear him, wanting to know what he was saying.

  “Ma cher, my t’minou, my little pussy.”

  She wanted more than anything to understand him. One day…

  “Come for me, beb,” he hissed, slipping one hand between them to press against her clit.

  As if her body couldn’t resist his orders, she exploded again. How was that even possible? Every muscle in her body clamped down as she screamed wordlessly. She had no idea what she said or if she even made sense, because right then, nothing made sense to her. She was flying and the kaleidoscope of colors flashing before her eyes was too mesmerizing for her to ignore.

  Vaguely she recognized that Gaston had come by the pulses of heated wetness that bathed her deep inside her cunt. It wasn’t until he slowly turned them to her right side that she remembered what she’d been worried about in the first place. Shock sucked what little breath she’d regained from her lungs. What would she do if she ended up pregnant? What did that mean to her when she wasn’t a shifter? He said he would be happy for her to have his cubs. Did that mean they would be wiggly kittens?

  Beau climbed back on the bed on the other side of her. She felt the warmth of his skin as he pressed lightly along her back. Instead of feeling caged in, Shayla felt cocooned in warmth, safe and secure. Still, the what-ifs worried her. They really needed to talk about this, and not when they were in the middle of seducing her. They hadn’t played fair this time, but she would make sure it didn’t happen again until they’d had that talk.

  “Ca viens, beb?” Gaston asked, smoothing her hair down.

  “I don’t understand,” she said, wrinkling her brow.

  “Are you okay? Was I too rough?” he repeated so she understood.

  “No, you weren’t too rough.” She ducked her head, but he lifted her chin with one finger and cocked his head with an arched brow. “Really. I, um, liked it.”

  “Bon, that is good, cher. I—”

  A loud knock on the door startled her, cutting into whatever Gaston was going to say.

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nbsp; “Merde!” he said instead.

  “What?” Beau called out as he got off the bed.

  Turning her head, she watched as the other man stepped into his jeans but didn’t bother with fastening them. Gaston pulled a blanket over them just as Beau opened the door a crack.

  “Sorry, pard. Be trouble out south de bayou wit dem dogs again,” someone said from the door.

  Shayla didn’t understand half of what he said other than there was trouble. She stiffened, worried it might be something to do with her, but Gaston rubbed a hand up and down her arm, whispering it was nothing, to relax.

  “Just dem wolves causing ruckus after de fight last night. We go settle dem down and be right back. Rest, cher. We won’t be long.” With that, he rolled out of the bed as if being naked in front of others didn’t bother him in the least.

  She sighed. Of course it didn’t. They were shifters and didn’t wear clothes that much. It was something she’d have to get used to if she decided to stick around. And that was a big if.

  Chapter Eight

  Shayla lay in the bed for a while after Beau and Gaston had gone, thinking about what all had happened in the last two days. If she hadn’t been naked in their bed, she would have been able to convince herself it had all been a dream, but the proof lay in the pudding, and here she was. The question was, what was she going to do?

  Her stomach gurgled, making her look over at the clock on the bedside table. It was closing in on eleven. Why she was hungry this early she didn’t know, but maybe the fact that she was healing so fast meant she needed to eat more, as Beau had said. A second growl, slightly louder than the first, had her grimacing in disgust. She eased off the big bed and stood up, holding on to the edge of the mattress when her head swam for a second. Then she searched for her clothes and dressed.

  Before she fastened her jeans, she checked the bandage and found that it was secure in place. She wanted to peel it back to look at the wound but decided against it. That could wait till later. It took her several minutes to manage to put on socks and shoes since bending over or pulling her left leg up caused the area to ache and brought tears to her eyes. Maybe she wasn’t quite as healed as she’d first thought.