by Cara Adams
“My mother and siblings will be chasing me for money instead. None of them believe I don’t have any. I don’t know why they think I’d have money when none of them has any.”
Mike heard the pain in her voice and longed to fold her in his arms and protect her from her family. It was hard to imagine a group so unkind to one of their own. Wolves were family-oriented people. Family meant a lot to them and they protected the ones they loved. Well, he and Rowan would protect Ellie now. She was theirs.
“You are ours. No one can harass you here, in Garden Acres, and no one will be able to get to you at Thorne House Clinic either. And since Mike and I will be with you the rest of the time, I think your family will just have to find their money somewhere else. Like get a job,” said Rowan.
“Exactly. Now, I’m hungry. Where are those burgers? Let’s heat them up again and eat. Ellie, do you want one, too? Or maybe a diet meal? Or more fruit?” asked Mike, jumping up and crossing the room to the couch where they’d been before.
He looked all around. He knew they hadn’t picked up the food but it was gone. There was no fruit lying around and no burgers. What? Had Rowan come out here and tidied up? But when?
Mike walked right over to the couch, looking around, wondering if he had been so dazed by lust he’d forgotten one or the other of them cleaning up the food. But no, he clearly remembered Rowan sweeping Ellie into his arms and carrying her across to the bed.
He bent down and saw the edge of a burger under the couch. Kneeling on the floor, Mike tried to reach for it and failed. He walked to the middle of the couch, grabbed the back of it with one hand and the seat with the other, and picked it up, taking two long steps backward.
And there on the floor where the couch had been was a neat pile of grapes and blueberries and two burgers. The meat had been pulled out of both burgers and nibbled. The kitten was sitting there looking rather startled, his paw resting possessively on one of the burgers.
“Kitten!” said Ellie.
The tiny creature looked over at her and licked his whiskers.
Mike burst out laughing.
“See how neatly he cleaned up for us,” said Rowan, pointing at the pile of fruit.
“What a clever little thing he is,” said Mike, laughter still bubbling up inside him. He picked the little fur ball up and said, “I think, buddy, your mom is not pleased, but I know you were only trying to help.”
This time they sat up at the counter to eat, and Mike was so happy surrounded by his friend, who was shortly to become his Dom, and his woman. In a way both Ellie’s father and George Thorne had done him a big favor because they’d brought the three of them together. Mike really hoped they would stay together for a long time. They hadn’t even had a BDSM scene together yet, or taken Ellie with double penetration, or even been on a real date. All their time as a trio had been overlaid with other issues. Mike was ready and willing for the fun stuff to start. Oh yes, that couldn’t happen too soon for him.
Chapter Six
Ellie was on edge, hoping for more sex, maybe even a hint of BDSM, by the time Rowan returned. He’d been a long time, much longer than it would have taken him just to go to another apartment here in Garden Acres, so she assumed he’d been back to his own apartment to pick up some sex toys. The very thought made her pussy clench with longing.
She was ready for this, the logical next step in their relationship. Hmm, relationship. Was that what it was? The men had certainly done their very best to give her amazing orgasms. They were protecting her, helping her, being kinder than she had any right to expect them to be. So, yes, she could call this a relationship. Of course, it was liable to end the moment George Thorne came to his senses, or even sooner if the Alpha realized George wasn’t targeting her at all and it was just the coincidence of a bunch of punk kids trying to make a quick buck from a lone female. But for now, she welcomed the men into her life and into her bed and she was prepared to call this a relationship.
Ellie relaxed again. That was another thing. The genuine kindness of these men did ease the stress from her body. She felt cared for, protected, appreciated even, and could relax so much more than she’d been able to do in the past. That was something special indeed. A gift to her from Rowan and Mike, over and above the simple protection they offered her.
Rowan put some things on the bed, then called to Mike and Ellie. “Come over here, please. This isn’t the way BDSM usually works, but I need to know you understand the rules, Ellie.”
Curious, she crossed the room and stared at the toys. The handcuffs were self-evident, as were the butt plug, and the paddle. The fur mitten, not so much.
Rowan stared at her, and she had to struggle to hold his gaze. She was so used to always looking at the ground, never making eye contact. That was the easiest way to stay out of trouble, by never confronting anyone. Here, it was different. The men expected her to look directly at them. It was another way they empowered her, by making her important to them. Outside, she preferred to stay invisible. But inside, with them, she liked the thought that to them she was important, that she mattered. It’d been so long since she was of value to anyone other than her grandmother. The entire concept was foreign to her usual mode of thinking. But she liked it.
“You’re ready to be handcuffed and spanked, aren’t you?”
Ellie nodded.
“What about taking both of us inside your body simultaneously, Mike in your cunt and me in your ass?”
Ellie felt herself blushing furiously, but she nodded again. Ambrielle had hinted at this, and the hint she’d given was that it was a guaranteed way of getting the world’s best orgasm. Although, actually, Ellie’d already had some mighty-fine orgasms today. Still, a woman should never turn down the opportunity of another one from two men she liked as much as these ones.
“Well then, the first step is to prepare your ass. Have you had anal sex before, Ellie?” asked Rowan.
“A long time ago.”
“This will be better than you’ve ever imagined,” said Mike.
She flicked a smile to him. She was sure he was right. Already her panties were dampening with the thought of what was about to happen.
“Do you know about safe words, Ellie?”
“Yes.”
“If you call your safe word, everything we’re doing will stop. The scene will come to an end.”
“I know.”
“All right. What is your safe word? Have you chosen one?”
“Hibiscus.”
“Good choice. That’s not likely to be confused for everyday chatter. Unless we’re at a plant nursery, of course.”
Ellie understood that he was teasing her and smiled. She’d never even thought about safe words before, but as soon as he asked her the question the picture of a deep-purple hibiscus had come to her, so it seemed like an appropriate answer. Rowan was happy with it, so that was good.
“The first step is for you to get naked,” said Rowan.
“But aren’t both of you going to get undressed, too?”
Ellie watched Mike out of her peripheral vision. Because she kept her head down so much out-of-doors, she was very good at seeing things without moving her head. And right now she could see that Mike’s cock was tenting the front of his jeans, so it sure looked as though he wanted to get started on the next part of the program.
“When the scene begins I am in control. You must not initiate conversation and in particular you may not query my instructions. You need to trust me to ensure that what I have planned will bring you great pleasure even if you aren’t sure at first.”
Ellie kept her head tilted down so Rowan and Mike wouldn’t see that she was deliberately pushing the boundaries. She was almost certain she could keep her face quite blank, but these men were wolves and very used to reading body language, so it was better not to risk being caught out.
“But you haven’t said the scene has begun, therefore I’m free to suggest you both need to be naked, as well as me, if we’re going to have some fun.�
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Ellie heard Mike inhale and then give the tiniest hint of a snort.
“That’s twice now you’ve been begging to get your ass paddled. Be careful what you wish for, or it might come back and bite you. Now get undressed, slave.”
Ellie kept her head down as she stripped out of her T-shirt and shorts. It only took a matter of seconds. Then she waited silently for what Rowan would tell her to do next. But inside she was pleased with the reactions she’d drawn from both men. She was getting to know them quite well, and she’d just proven to herself she understood their boundaries. Rowan would always be fair in his decision-making. Mike was a lighter personality. He’d have stood there and laughed if Rowan hadn’t been wanting the scene to begin.
A hand fisted in her hair and pulled her head back so she was forced to look Rowan in the face. The tugging on her hair hurt, but it was an enticing pain, not an annoying one. Obediently she stared into his eyes.
“You will obey me, slave. Do you understand?”
She nodded, inwardly pleased to have elicited that response from him.
“Lie facedown on the bed. Stretch your arms above your head to the top of the bed. It’s a damn shame that bed doesn’t have a metal headboard to clip the handcuffs to, but I can fix that easily enough.”
Ellie wondered how he’d fix it. By using a rope to tie her wrists to the bed slats perhaps? It would be quite entertaining to see how he solved the geography of this apartment to fulfill the dynamics of the scene he’d envisioned.
Ellie climbed onto the bed and settled herself as Rowan wanted her, then she closed her eyes and waited to see what would happen next. Already her cunt was damp with the excitement of this new adventure in her life. She could never remember having been made love to so many times in a single weekend, far less in a day. She guessed it was mostly her fault. She been very focused on staying out of reach of her family, and therefore had moved around so much that she hadn’t made a lot of friends.
One of the very few people she’d given her cell phone number to was Ambrielle. They’d met quite a few times at Ambrielle’s Aunt Kitty’s home when they were children and young teenagers. Ambrielle was human, not a cat, just like Ellie, but Ambrielle’s parents were human, so it wasn’t such a disappointment to her as it was to Ellie. Although Ellie clearly recalled Ambrielle telling her she’d cried for a couple of days when she’d learned she’d never become a cat. Ellie thought she’d cried for most of her childhood about it. But then, she was the only member of her family who was human—the odd one out.
She and Ambrielle had bonded as women who become lifelong friends sometimes do, and it was Ambrielle who’d suggested Ellie come to the shape-shifter clinic and work with the medical records there. Now Ellie hated he thought of having to leave one day. Likely that day would be quite soon when her family located her and began harassing not just her, but her employer as well. It wouldn’t be the first time Ellie’d had to leave a job because her boss blamed her for her family’s actions.
But she had now, today, this moment. She’d lie here and enjoy the attentions of two wonderful men while she had them. Two men she was coming to feel quite deeply about. They’d been everything she could for ask in a partner. They respected her person and her ideas, they were fun to be with, they protected her fiercely, and she wanted to please them. She wanted to make them happy, to learn more about them, to share more time with them, time when they weren’t all having to worry about punk kids hiding in the stairwell or dropping tire shredders on the road.
Guiltily Ellie realized she was likely supposed to be focusing on Rowan and what he was about to do to her body, not the past or even the future. Well, she couldn’t help it. The men filled her thoughts and part of that was what would happen in the future. And it was all too likely that, as they had so many times in the past, her family would swoop in and try to force her to do what they wanted without having any thoughts about her job, her life, her feelings. And once again they’d destroy what she had built of a life of her own.
Well, when—if—that happened yet again, she’d do what she always did. Disappear from her apartment and her job, move somewhere different, and start all over again. Maybe this time she’d go down south to somewhere a little warmer. Not Florida, likely that would be too warm, but somewhere in between. I wonder what the climate’s like in Tennessee. I don’t think it snows all that much in Memphis. Maybe I’ll go there.
However, her heart lurched at the thought of moving away from Rowan and Mike before their relationship had really gotten started. And leaving the shape-shifter clinic would be a terrible wrench as well. Perhaps I won’t have to. Maybe they won’t find me this time. But she knew they would. They always did, especially now they knew where her grandmother was. Well, I won’t think about it now. I’ll just live in the here and now and worry about the future later.
Having made her decision, Ellie let her body relax into the bedding and her mind focus on her very first experience of BDSM. She was looking forward to this. She rather thought she’d like getting her ass paddled and her hair pulled. She wasn’t sure what the mitten was all about, but she was ready to wait and find out. While as for the double-penetration sex, hell yes, she was ready for that. The choreography of it was beyond her mind to grasp, but the thought of two big, powerful men both fucking her at once was mind blowing. She was oh so ready to learn how that would feel.
Ellie heard someone moving around behind her, and she grasped that Rowan had been waiting for her body to relax. He’d understood her mind was filled with all sorts of thoughts, and he’d been patiently waiting for her to focus on him. On them. That concept alone was amazing. It proved what a consummate Dom he truly was, that he understood her so well and was so patient that he’d simply wait until she’d gotten her act together before he began.
Awesome indeed.
The bed sank beside her head, and Ellie opened one eye a tiny bit and recognized Mike’s leg beside her. Then his hands were in her hair, massaging her skull. Damn, it felt good. Tiny shivers rocked through her body as his fingers pressed deep, rubbing her head from right to left, then from front to back. Sensations raced up and down her spine as she marveled at just how sexy his touch was, even though the head wasn’t exactly an erogenous zone. Well, up until now she’d never considered it to be one at least, but hey, she was well on the way to being converted about that.
She almost missed paying attention to when Rowan sat between her legs, until he stroked her ass, rubbing the cheeks, matching his movements to Mike’s. Oh yes. That’s good.
Gradually Rowan’s hands moved until they were touching around her anus, one finger stroking the rim, arousing the nerve endings there, making her want more. Want him. Want them.
His finger was slippery so he must have had lube, or oil, or something, because the finger slid inside her easily, and then it was stretching the edge of her ass but from the inside this time. Her channel was so sensitive that little ripples of excitement ran through her, making her shiver with lust and arousal.
Mike took this as a challenge, and his hands in her hair grew ever more demanding, until she was like Kitten, pushing her head into his palms to be stroked more thoroughly, his fingers teasing her scalp, pulling her hair, turning her head from side to side at his whim, but everything he did was so completely carnal she was fast losing the ability to think.
Rowan had two fingers in her ass now, stretching her wide, scissoring her entry so her cunt poured its cream in delight at the erotic tension he was bringing her. She could hardly wait for them to enter her. She wanted it to be soon, or even now. She was sure she’d opened enough to let them in. She just wanted them to do it.
Almost she begged, but then remembered Rowan telling her it was his scene and to trust him. Yes, she could do that. She did trust him to know how to please her. Everything both men had done so far was way more than pleasing. They’d given her true joy and happiness as well as awesome orgasms. So she controlled her urges and tried to open her mind wider to feel e
very little touch, every teasing sensation they were giving her.
For a moment she thought Rowan was entering her. Something much larger than a finger was pushing at her back door, demanding she open wider. And she did. Just as she’d thought, her ass opened to accept it. But it wasn’t his cock. It was the butt plug. Of course, I’d forgotten about that. Besides, he was going to spank me and he can’t do that if he’s fucking me. All my hormones must be killing off my brain cells!
Mike moved a little lower down her body and massaged her shoulders, helping her to relax even more. Mmm, these men are great stress relievers.
Even though her eyes were closed she knew it was Rowan who picked up her hand and snapped the handcuff around her wrist. No matter what he’d done to her she could tell which was which. Mike’s body was longer all over. He wasn’t just taller than Rowan, he was in proportion, with longer fingers and toes and a longer cock. Rowan was in proportion, too, and no one would ever suggest he wasn’t tall, but he was slightly less lean, slightly more muscular and his hands, feet, and cock were a little shorter and a fraction wider. And Ellie knew whose hands were on her body without needing to see them.
Rowan cuffed her other wrist and stretched her arms out. She cracked her eyes open and could see a piece of rope between the handcuffs. She had no idea what he tied them to, but evidently he’d found something suitable. So here she was naked on a bed, handcuffed and unable to get away, and at the mercy of two deliciously handsome men. Pure heaven.
Mike moved again and now he was stroking along her sides, up and down her leg, tracing the line of her spine. His fingers were gentle and teasing, making her aware of how many nerve endings there were in a human body. She didn’t even know if there were nerves in the skin, but whatever he was doing was highly arousing, so it was most definitely working. Her mind was totally focused on wanting the men now. She needed to be kissed, ravished, fucked, and fucked again until she came in utter bliss. She was so ready for them she couldn’t possibly be any more highly aroused.
