Chasing Peace, Love & Fur [3xtasy Lake 8] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Corinne Davies

  “He’s not exactly lying.” She could smell their interest on the air. A thick heady scent that enticed her and drew her in. How did I not notice this before? Suddenly, she felt like a person who’d been living in a plastic bubble, watching the world but never really being able to experience it fully. Now that she’d escaped, she wanted to touch everything.

  Nouel chose at that moment to roll over her, trapping her thighs under his torso as he pressed openmouthed kisses against her lower tummy. “She smells so good.”

  Luc’s intense gaze never left hers. “Yes, she does. My mouth is watering already.”

  Clara felt her cheeks heat at his words. It was one thing to have something like that whispered in your ear but another to have it spoken while you looked at the person. Nouel licked a line from one hipbone to the other. A large, warm hand cupped her breast and she felt her nipple encased in a hot wet mouth. That ratcheted up her desire and she felt herself grow wet.

  Luc wouldn’t let go of her jaw and when she tried to look away from him, he shook his head. “Not this time, Clara. I want you here, front and centre.” He brushed his thumb against her bottom lip. It felt like there was a live wire from her lower lip straight to her clit because she was positive she felt him stroke her there, too. “I’m going to watch as you experience my brothers playing with you. They’re going to make you come, and I’m going to watch as you express that passion.”

  “But, you…” Feeling Nouel shift a little further south scattered her thoughts. He kept his legs tight together so she couldn’t rub her legs against each other and increase the friction between her legs.

  “Don’t worry about me, this is just the beginning.” He leaned forward and ran his tongue along her lower lip. She tried to dart hers out to meet his, but he lifted his head away too quickly. “You are far too tempting.”

  She wanted to demand a proper kiss, wanted to feel the dominant way he would take over and claim rather than ask. Georges pressed her nipple against the roof of his mouth as his fingers manipulated her other breast and her words scattered to the four winds. Nouel licked at the seam between her clenched thighs. A low keening moan vibrated in her throat as she tried to separate her legs, arching her pelvis up to his face.

  “That’s our Mate.” Luc pressed a kiss against her temple. “They’re teasing you, aren’t they? I bet you would love to have them spread your legs wide and fill you with cock?

  There wasn’t anything she wanted more in the world than to feel them claiming her in the most primal way, locking them together forever. She could almost feel the mating bond circling them, looking for the perfect moment to lock them together.

  Her skin felt too tight and hot, but when Georges left one breast to feast on the other, her damp skin felt cool, a delicious contradiction of sensations. It was like her body had turned into one single erogenous zone. No matter where they touched her, it vibrated in her clit and made her want to beg for more.

  She rocked her body against Nouel’s mouth and tugged at the grip Luc had on her wrists. “I want to touch you…all of you.”

  “Not yet. Soon, we’ll let you touch all you want. Feel for now. Know that the pleasure you are receiving is only a tip of what you make us feel like.” Luc pressed forward, claiming her lips in a hard, demanding kiss. It was hunger and dominant passion all rolled up into one smouldering meeting of lips that lit the fuse inside of her. As if there was a fuse running to her clit, it burned closer and closer to a pile of explosives they continued to add to.

  She met his lips as aggressively, trying to push him past the point of his control. He had a breaking point, having experienced it before, and she wanted to again. But no matter how much she fought their hold, they refused to let her touch them. Nouel shifted his weight and pressed against her inner thighs. She opened her legs right away and let him settle between them.

  “You are hungry for more. We’re going to feel you until you fall exhausted between us again, sweetheart.” Georges clamped her nipple between his teeth and tugged on the tight nub.

  “More!” she cried out, arching her pelvis up, searching for the delicious pressure Nouel had promised earlier. Instead he lightly traced his finger up and down the wet seam of her pussy lips.

  “Soon,” Nouel cooed to her. “She’s so wet right now, she’s dripping. Georges is going to hold you open for me while I hold you down. I’m going to lick up all this cream, Clarabear, and you’re going to come for me. Then we’re all going to fuck you hard and deep.”

  His blunt explanation of his plans lit another fuse inside of her, doubling the speed she burned toward the impending explosion. Her eyes fluttered shut because she couldn’t handle feeling all this knowing she couldn’t hide from Luc’s gaze. “Please! Now!” The three of them chuckled at her begging. The sounds were low and deep and vibrated against her skin.

  Georges worshiped her breasts, sucking and biting the skin with such random patterns that she didn’t know what he was going to do next. She clenched her legs around Nouel’s shoulder but he wrapped his hands around her knees and held her up high and open.

  “Do you feel exposed, Clara?” Luc whispered against her temple. “You’re completely bared to us, helpless while we do anything we want. Do you want to fight back? Hurt us?”

  “No!” She opened her eyes and looked at him. The question managed to snap her out of her high-speed chase for an orgasm. “I’d never hurt you.”

  “Of course you wouldn’t, because you know deep down that even now when you are completely helpless and vulnerable, we’d protect you with our lives.” He claimed her mouth again, nibbling on her lips as Georges pressed kisses against her neck and shoulder.

  She didn’t have time to think about what he said too much because Nouel pressed his mouth against her pussy at that moment, licking and sucking on her sensitive skin. The intense erotic sensations bombarded her. Wet and hot, her body shook, craving more. Nouel wouldn’t let her move more than a few inches and Luc’s tight grip on her wrists denied her the pleasure of touching them. Georges held her torso down as he played with her breasts, tracing his tongue along her rib cage. She’d never felt so helpless and empowered in her entire life as her body clenched and rocked against the men holding her.

  Her orgasm rocked her body, seemingly out of nowhere, sucking her down into its white-hot clutches. It pulsed through her body from her clit out to her limbs as she arched up against the hands restraining her. Murmurs of encouragement whispered through her mind as she floated in the weightlessness of her pleasure, feeling as if she were suspended in some in-between state.

  “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.” It was the awe in Luc’s voice that tugged her back. Cupping her jaw with both hands, he pressed little kisses against her face. “I want to see you do that again.”

  “I can’t.” Clara felt boneless and would have laughed at Luc if she’d had the energy.

  “Yes, you will.” Nouel shifted between her legs and she realized that her feet were pressing against the bed and he wasn’t holding her there any longer. He rose up between her legs and she felt his large cock pressing at her entrance. “We’re making you ours forevermore.”

  Her heart skipped a beat as her body fired back to life. Feeling his hot and incredibly hard cock teasing her had her longing for more as she reached up for him. “Yes.”

  He dipped his head and pressed his lips against hers, kissing her hard and deep. She could taste her musky, tangy flavour on his lips, something she never thought would arouse her but it did. Nouel pushed the crown of his cock into her, stretching her internal muscles with his presence, but she was so wet he didn’t have any trouble surging into her, encasing his entire length inside of her with one shocking stroke. Her body burned as it grew accustomed to his size, but instead of it feeling like a deterrent she wanted more.

  “Fuck, yes. Fuck, you’re tight.” He gritted between clenched teeth as he rolled over so she rose over him. She settled down on him and felt his cock press deeper inside of her, reachi
ng places she’d never been touched before meeting them. Nouel lifted his hands from where she had them braced on his chest and urged her forward with his fingers. “Come here and kiss me, Mate.”

  She bent forward and his cock shifted, stretching and pressing her inner walls. He pressed playful little kisses against his lips, making them both laugh. A cold dribble slid down the crack of her ass, making her gasp. “That’s cold.”

  A low chuckle from Georges had her looking over her shoulder and arching an eyebrow at him. “You did that on purpose.”

  “Just getting your attention.” He winked at her as she felt him circle her rear entrance with a finger. A shudder danced along her spine at the elicit feeling that created. She’d never considered that area being as sensitive to touch until now. It felt like there were a thousand live wires attached directly to her clit.

  “Now that you have it what are you going to do?”

  He smirked at her and then pressed a thick finger into her ass. “I’m planning to get you slippery and stretched and then push my cock deep into your ass. Then I’m going to fuck your ass as Nouel fucks your pussy.”

  “Oh.” It was the best she could come up with at that moment. Her breath had seized in her throat and her heart began to pound even harder. Anticipation or nerves, she wasn’t certain, but she couldn’t imagine allowing anyone but these men to claim her like this. Georges’s blunt honesty was enough to make her come right then and there. Georges always seemed so laidback and calm. He was the nurturing one who wanted to make certain she was comfortable, but she’d noticed that he had a dark streak she hadn’t expected. As she looked up at him in astonishment, he pushed a second finger into her.

  He kept his gaze locked on hers the entire time. There was something darkly erotic about staring at him as he pushed his fingers into her back entrance. “Breathe through it, Clara, god you are going to be so tight around my cock.”

  She clenched against the burn, then took a deep breath and relaxed into the sensation.

  “That’s a good girl.” This time when he pressed another finger into her, she relaxed and let the erotic burn wash over her. Georges pumped his fingers in and out a few times and she gripped the sheets on either side of Nouel’s head, arching her back and lifting her ass to his touch.

  His fingers pulled out and she felt empty until a moment later when a larger blunt force pressed against her ass. The burn was immediate, making her clench against the invasion. She’d hardly managed to take Luc that way. With Nouel already filling here, there couldn’t be enough space left. “I can’t. You’re too big.”

  “Yes, you can.” It was Luc’s voice in her ear. “Deep breaths, relax into the motion, and remember to push out against him.”

  “It’s going to burn so good,” Nouel crooned to her as he pressed kisses against her jaw and neck, his hands cupping her breasts. “You were born to be here and we’re going to make you ours.”

  “Relax…” Luc rubbed small circles down her spine from her neck to her tailbone. “You can do it.”

  Georges kept completely still as she grew accustomed to him at her entrance. He was gripping her hips tight enough she was sure she’d have marks afterwards but she appreciated his patience. Determined to do this she slowly breathed out and concentrated on following Luc’s instructions. Georges’s cock slipped past the initial muscles and then gently pumped against her.

  It was as if a switch flipped in her brain and her body realized that she really could do this. Georges claimed her ass with a couple long, slow strokes. When Nouel moved counterpoint, she thought she’d lose her mind it felt so good. She was a living, breathing embodiment of hedonistic pleasure.

  “That feels so good.” She rubbed her breasts against Nouel’s chest and rocked against them as they moved in and out of her. But, someone’s missing.

  She looked for her third Mate and found him relaxing back, lazily stroking his cock as he watched his brothers claim her. Neither Georges nor Nouel seemed to be eager to race to a finish as they both slowed their movements as her gaze met Luc’s darker one. She could feel the passion vibrating around him and spied a drop of pre-cum well up on the tip of his cock.

  “You want this? You want to taste me?” Luc’s voice was deeper than usual and held the promise of more pleasure. There wasn’t anything she wanted more than to have him inside her, claiming her as his brothers were. He swiped the creamy drop off the crown with his thumb and reached forward, spreading it on her lower lip. His gaze didn’t leave her lips so Clara didn’t answer him directly. Instead, she slowly ran her tongue over her lower lip.

  Both Georges and Nouel muttered curses and jerked their cocks inside her with a bit more momentum. A tremor made Luc’s hand quiver as she watched him grip the base of his cock. Knowing that she made him come that close to losing control had her smirking.

  “You think you have that much power over us, Clara?”

  Clara was enjoying this game. She didn’t say anything. Instead she lifted herself a bit higher and cupped her breasts in her hands. Keeping her back arched ensured her breasts were pushed out and she could maintain her connection with the men below her. She pinched her own nipples and felt a zing shoot straight to her clit. Gasping, she looked up at Luc from under her lashes and grinned.

  “That’s enough.” Luc moved like a blur and had his hand wrapped around the back of her neck a breath later. “Open your mouth.”

  Her body reacted to the demanding tone of his voice and she wrapped her lips around his cock a moment later. Part of her knew this was a game. If she’d said no, she knew deep down that they would never force her, but she desperately wanted them all. She sucked on his length, drawing it into her mouth to the back of her throat in one long haul.

  “Oh, fuck’n yes!” Luc’s grip on her hair tightened. He jerked his cock back as she tried to suck him deeper. There was no way she was letting go now that she had him right where she wanted him.

  “That’s right, you tell him.” Georges smacked the side of her ass with his hand and she almost lost it right then and there. The sensations rocking back and forth with the movements of their bodies were almost overwhelming. She felt like the entire universe had dropped away and it was only the four of them. Her inner self rose up to the call of theirs. Bear, moose, human, it didn’t matter. What mattered was the melding of four souls, three circling hers in a protective triangle of love and protection, and she basked in the feeling of total acceptance.

  When her orgasm burst over her this time, it took her men with it. The three of them hollered out their completion. She felt Nouel and Georges bathe her insides with their hot cum and Luc pulsed against her tongue as she swallowed every drop.

  Hearts racing and panting, they all collapsed on the large bed. Clara lay on Nouel’s chest listening to his thundering heart as Georges and Luc held her on either side. She relaxed there, cuddled in the circle of the arms and bodies of her men. Georges was the first to move, heading to the bathroom. When he returned, she felt Luc move off the bed and Nouel lifted her so he could move as well. A warm cloth was pressed gently against the apex of her legs as Georges quickly cleaned her. She wanted to tell him not to worry, she could take care of herself, but she didn’t have the energy to do anything but lay there exhausted.

  There was a soft murmur amongst the three of them, but her dozy floating brain couldn’t make out what was being said. A moment later the three of them curled up around her. Large hands gently stroked her skin and hair, reverently, as if she were some kind of goddess.

  She could feel them. Deep down inside of her, it was like an echo of her own heartbeat in her soul. Three pulses for each of her Mates. Her life might have not turned out like she’d thought but she certainly wasn’t unhappy about it. There was only one more thing she needed to take care of, one large hurdle between her and the rest of her life with her Mates.

  Eddie.

  She remembered scenting him in the forest moments before the arrow struck Luc. In that split second she’d been hit
with a burning hatred and anger that he dared threaten her peace. If she told the boys about her suspicions, they would go all Alpha on her and demand retribution, but that was hers to take. Eddie was her problem and she would take care of it. Now that she understood her inner bear was an extension of herself and not a completely different being, she didn’t fear unleashing her primal side and attacking.

  As she dozed off safe and secure in the arms of her Mates, she planned how she would end this threat. Then she’d get her happily ever after and may the gods help anyone who tried to mess with them again.

  Chapter Ten

  The next morning, Clara was starting to wonder if the gods were set on preventing her from gaining her retribution or if perhaps she was wrong and the boys could read her mind. No matter what she did, she couldn’t slip away from them. After another delicious round of sex under the guise of showering, she mentioned that she wanted to go and visit River.

  “Why don’t you have her come over here?” Luc leaned back against the kitchen counter with his coffee mug cradled in his hands.

  “Don’t you have a head gasket to put into your birdy?” Clara rebutted.

  “Yeah, we can clear out and give you some girl time.” Georges gave each of his brothers a look that she couldn’t quite define. They might be her Mates and she could still feel their love for her warming her soul, but that didn’t mean she could read their minds.

  Nouel sat on the other side of the table with a deeply solemn look on his face. “Did we do something wrong?”

  “What? No! Why would you think that?”

  Nouel shrugged and Clara suddenly realized that her excuse to escape so quickly this morning could easily be taken the wrong way. She got up and moved around the table. Nouel pushed his chair back a bit and she curled up in his lap. Stroking her fingers along his neck, she pressed little kisses against the stubbly line of his jaw.