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

by Corinne Davies

  “I swear I was going to talk to her right after I spoke to Eddie.” She braced her hands against his arm and lifted her face to kiss his cheek. Nouel turned his head and she licked his lower lip before his mouth settled onto hers. She could taste a hint of chocolate to his kiss and suspected he’d been having Tim Tams for breakfast again.

  “Thank you,” she said against his lips. “I love you.”

  “I love you, too.” Nouel lifted the phone to his ear but not before Clara heard Boyd McNamara’s deep voice through the phone.

  “That’s sweet, big guy, but I have a Mate already and she’s really possessive.”

  Nouel rolled his eyes. “Please, you’re not my type anyways, Boyd. You’re far too hairy.”

  Leaving Nouel to his conversation of insults with his friend, she turned and noticed Luc, Georges, and Eddie in a deep conversation. Luc glanced up and held out his arm. He had pulled on a pair of jeans and a chambray shirt but hadn’t tucked it in or laced up his boots. If he was human he’d be freezing but that was one advantage to being a creature used to this climate. She moved against his side and he wrapped his arm around her. “This isn’t over, baby girl.” His voice was pitched low as he whispered the words against the hair over her ear.

  A shiver of anticipation danced down her arms. The last time he used that tone on her was the night he claimed her ass the first time. Maybe she’d earned that spanking after all, and to be honest she couldn’t wait.

  Chapter Eleven

  Clara was stretching up, sliding some plates into the kitchen cupboard, when Luc’s large body pressed against her, pinning her between him and the kitchen counter. His hand slid up and possessively cupped her breasts. She could feel the heat of his skin though her top and her nipples tightened against the soft cotton. Her bra had enough padding to hide her reaction but she imagined he knew exactly how he made her feel. “I distinctly remember telling you not to worry about the dishes and we’d put them away tomorrow.”

  “It was only going to take a moment and then I could refill the dishwasher and start it before we went to bed.”

  “Is that the only reason you headed in here right after everyone left?” He never raised his voice. If anything he was speaking quieter against her skin, running his lips along the edge of her earlobe as he spoke. Every time he did that, her body would light up like a sparkler. She’d almost jumped him earlier in the forest when he whispered in her ear.

  The problem was Clara didn’t want to lie, but wasn’t certain how to tell the truth without upsetting him. She’d promised the three of them earlier never to hide anything from them again so she figured she didn’t have any choice but to come out with it. “No, it wasn’t.”

  Luc stepped back and she turned around to face him. His hand wrapped around her waist and he easily lifted her up onto the counter so her face was a bit closer to his. Leaning his arms against the kitchen cabinets on either side of her head, he waited. Clara knew that he’d stand there all night if he had to, waiting for her to tell him all of it. Nouel would tease and tickle it out of her and Georges would make her something to eat and coax it out, but Luc…Luc was a strong, straightforward man. She’d never have to wonder what he was thinking or play games with him because he would never beat around the bush about anything.

  “I got nervous, maybe a little scared when Eddie left. Everything has changed and I guess it kinda hit me. I don’t have to keep trying to run away. I’ve found my Mates and new friends and I don’t know what the future holds. Now everyone is gone and it’s just the four of us.”

  “A little overwhelming?”

  “Maybe, but it’s not because I doubt how I feel. I love the three of you, more than I ever could have imagined. But, what if it’s not enough? What if someone comes here and tells us we can’t be together.”

  “Then we’ll leave and find a new place to live.” Luc pressed a gentle kiss against the end of her nose. A playful gesture that was a bit out of character for him, but she liked it. “Georges, Nouel, and I were family before you came here, but now it’s different. You presence here has completed our own family. Ecstasy Lake is changing, but for the better. The town is prospering, families are growing. This is our little place of the world where we’ve made our own rules to live by.”

  “And if the Guardians come here or others who want us to be more like them?”

  “We’ve had people try but they will never change us. Ecstasy Lake is a sanctuary and those who truly need her will always find their way here.”

  “You sound like Poppy McGuigan.” The McNamaras had brought the enigmatic senior and her two sisters with them to dinner. Clara had been overwhelmed with the hugs and immediate acceptance she’d felt from the trio.

  “She is the one who said it me one day when I was trying to come to terms with Jacque’s death.” There was a shadow of pain in his eyes at the memory of his brother. Clara wrapped her arms around his chest and hugged him close to her. She hated seeing the pain in his eyes.

  “I couldn’t stand the thought of you having to go through that again. I didn’t want you to fight for me. There’s been too much violence in our lives. Do you understand?”

  “It would have broken your heart if I’d come to you with Eddie’s blood on my hands.” He didn’t ask the question. His tone was stating what he’d already figured out. But he wasn’t entirely correct.

  “No, I would have understood, but I would have been sick that you felt the need to do that. Also, I never would have known the truth about Eddie and he would have died to protect his own secret.”

  There was so much heartbreak in the world around them, both human and shifter. She felt completely overwhelmed and didn’t have a clue how she could change it.

  “Baby girl, we can’t fix the world but we can be good people, help our friends, and be an asset to the community. Our children will learn from our example and hopefully we’ll leave the world a better place than when we came into it.”

  Clara rubbed her cheek against his chest and breathed in his scent. Her inner bear rolled on her back and pawed at the air playfully. She’d never felt so happy in her entire life. Luc wrapped his hands around her hips and lifted her up against him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed a kiss against the dimple in his chin.

  “Where are we going?” She fluttered her eyelashes and tried to look completely innocent.

  He dipped his head and pressed a kiss against her temple. “You didn’t think that telling the truth was going to get you out of your spanking did you?” That low menacing tone was back in his voice and she could feel her body growing wet at the sound. Her pussy rubbed against his stomach with every step he took and if she’d been naked she’d have been painting his abs with cream right now.

  “I certainly hope not.”

  Luc barked out a laugh as they entered the living room, catching his brothers’ attention.

  “Looks like our woman figured out how to tame Luc when he’s in a mood.” Clara glanced over at Nouel and winked at him.

  “Not a chance. I like him moody.” A sharp slap to one side of her ass made her jump in his arms.

  “I’ll show you what kind of mood I’m in now.” Luc all but growled at her. He continued through the room and up the stairs, with both Georges and Nouel following.

  As soon as her feet touched the floor in his room, she felt hands all over her. Nouel tugged her T-shirt over her head as Georges slowly pulled her jeans down her legs, taking her panties with them. That quickly she was naked in the middle of the living room while the three of them remained dressed.

  She moved to cover herself but Luc held her wrists in one hand and lifted her arms above her head. Everyone left didn’t they? Vulnerability settled over her, stealing some of her arousal and making her very unsure of what they were planning.

  “Aren’t you three a little overdressed for the party?” She glanced around and listened for any noises anywhere else in the house. “It’s just the four of us…right?”

  “She ca
tches on quickly.” Georges nuzzled his face against her stomach as he ran one finger over the slip between her pussy lips. Stroking back and forth, he teased her till she could feel her cream coating his skin, but he didn’t press closer. “You’re ours to play with and if we wanted an audience, you wouldn’t have much choice would you?”

  Nouel was trailing his fingers along her spine in long strokes from her neck to her tailbone and then lightly along the crack of her ass. Like Georges, he didn’t press between. When she angled her hips to force him into a firmer stroke, he smacked her hard on one ass cheek.

  “Ow!” She jumped and frowned at him. “That stung, buddy.”

  “This is our play time, Clara. Your time was earlier and you went and put yourself in danger, making us very upset and uncomfortable. Now it’s your turn to be uncomfortable.”

  “I thought you were going to spank me?” She looked up at Luc’s expression, not liking the blank look on his face. “A few nice, erotic pops to my ass would do.”

  The corner of his mouth quirked up, but he schooled his features into a disapproving frown. “That’s not going to remind you not to do something that will upset everyone, is it?”

  “What if I promise never ever to do that again?” She arched her pelvis and gave a sultry roll to her hips. “We could have some fun right now.”

  Luc nipped the edge of her earlobe. “We’re going to have fun, baby girl, and eventually you will, too.”

  She had planned to demand they let her go, that she wasn’t about to be spanked like a little kid, but what they were doing to her was without a doubt for adults. Her body was tingling and she could feel her pussy getting wetter. The beginnings of a sparkling orgasm shimmered in the background, tempting her. It wouldn’t take much to get there and she already wanted to feel one or two of them inside of her.

  “I love the way you move.” Georges stroked the cleft between her pussy lips with a feather-soft touch, rubbing the tip of her clit where it puffed up between her lips. “Your body is aching right now, isn’t it? A couple smacks and I bet I could slide my cock all the way in you with one solid stroke. “

  Clara’s pussy clenched and her inner muscles fluttered. “Let’s find out.”

  “No, not yet, naughty girl.” Nouel patted her ass cheek lightly, lighter than she wanted to feel him, that was for sure. “We’re going to make that ass of yours sting and then I’m going to slap your pussy for good measure.”

  Clara gasped and shook her head. “Please no.” Her body tingled and her nerves felt like live wires. It was unnerving that instead of being horrified by the idea of him slapping such a sensitive area, the idea added another layer of curious arousal.

  “Why shouldn’t I?” Nouel moved his face in front of hers. “Are you afraid of me, of us?”

  “I’m afraid I’ll come.”

  A large grin made the corners of his eyes crinkle. Something she would have found adorable if she wasn’t so damn turned on at the moment. “You’re going to come, Clara, many times before we’re done with you. You’re ours and no one is going to take you away from us.”

  “She’s so wet.” Georges continued to stroke her pussy, delving his fingers a little farther between her legs. She could feel the ease at which his finger slipped and then painted her skin with her own hot juices.

  “You like being handled don’t you, baby girl?”

  Clara felt another rush of moisture flood her pussy at that endearment. Luc only ever used it when he was asserting his dominance. Part of her wanted to fight him more but the languorous feeling that was seeping along her senses kept her submissive. Luc pressed his groin against her ass and she could feel the thick ridge of his cock through his jeans.

  Georges shouldered his way between her legs and she felt the tip of his tongue trace the cleft in her pussy. It felt like his tongue was made of liquid ecstasy because her body reacted immediately. The shimmering orgasm that had danced along her peripheral vision slammed into her consciousness, hot and demanding. She rocked her hips against the inquisitive tongue that swirled along her sensitive skin. She allowed her head to loll back on her shoulders. Arching her back, she rocked her pelvis against the mouth that was creating the most incredible sensations between her legs.

  “Georges has a talented tongue, doesn’t he, Clarabear?” She could hear Nouel’s voice permeate her passion-drenched consciousness. Large warm fingers caressed her breasts and she opened her eyes in time to see Nouel lick a circle around her nipple before drawing as much of her breast into his mouth as she could. The deep, firm suction on her nipple made it feel like it was connected directly to her clit. Nouel and Georges sucked and licked her in tandem. It was the most delicious feeling she’d ever had, rocketing her toward a fiery explosion, but before she could reach that tantalizing pinnacle, they both stopped.

  “Oh, god. Don’t stop.” The words erupted from her lips as her body shook. She clung to the sensations they’d created in her but it wasn’t quite enough to send her over the edge.

  “You haven’t earned that yet, baby girl.”

  The world flipped and turned and before Clara knew what was happening she found herself hanging over Luc’s muscular thighs. A large hand pressed against her lower back, anchoring her in place.

  “Don’t you—”

  His hand landed on her ass with a resounding smack, stealing her voice and breath. It hadn’t exactly hurt, but the shock and the sting vibrated through her. Before she could take a breath, another one landed, and then another. All she could do was grab handfuls of his jeans and try to breathe through it.

  By the fourth smack, her ass started to sting, the heat radiating out to encompass her pussy and thighs. By the sixth, the white-hot arousal that’d been pulsing through her was back. A heady, dark ache for more clawed its way to the surface as he smacked her three more times, switching back and forth between each cheek.

  “She’s dripping down her leg.” Georges’s voice was simply background noise in the world she floated in.

  “One more, baby girl.” Luc shifted his legs, forcing her ass up higher as one of them eased her legs wider apart. The cool air in the room hit her scalding cunt a split second before she realized his intent. His fingers smacked down sharp and hard on her cunt, hammering a spike of delicious pleasure thought her body.

  Clara couldn’t have stopped her orgasm if she tried. It ripped through her like the storm that had trapped her there. She screamed out her pleasure as the tremors rocked her body, but through it all she felt the three of them anchoring her to this world. For the first time, she felt that perfectly beautiful bond stretching between the four of them, encompassing them like a delicate silk embrace, but stronger than steel. A promise and a vow that made all her fears look insignificant. The bear inside of her basked in the pulse of love that breathed through them. And I almost missed out.

  A tear tracked down her cheek and she felt it gently brushed away. “Are you all right?”

  “Perfect.” She sighed and smiled up at Luc, hoping to ease the worry she heard in his voice. If they stopped touching her right now she thought she might die, but she knew that if she needed them to stop they would in an instant.

  Her world tilted and flipped until she found herself on her hands and knees, straddling Georges’s thick chest. “Hello, gorgeous.” His smile made her heart skip a beat. All three of them had the same effect on her.

  She grinned at him and lowered her torso as she maintained eye contact with him. Rocking back and forth, she brushed her breasts against his chest, making him groan. The teasing caress of the hair on his chest tickled her sensitive skin, sending a rush of goose bumps along her arms. Her sated body still hummed with bliss but she could already feel the heat building deep inside of her. She needed to be filled by her men and claimed.

  The crinkle of a condom wrapper caught her attention and she paused. Resting her hand on Georges’s chest, she turned and looked behind her. He was in the process of rolling a condom down his thick cock.

  “No
.” The word slid from her thoughts to her mouth with ease as she reached out and grabbed Georges’s hand.

  “Pardon?” Georges spoke but all three of them had frozen.

  “No condoms.” She looked at each of them in turn. “I’m not afraid to start a family with you and more importantly I’m not afraid of myself. You would make the most incredible dads in the universe.”

  She reached back and rolled the condom from Georges’s cock. “I’m scared to death at the idea, but knowing the three of you will always be here with me makes the decision easier.”

  “You’ll never be alone, Clarabear.”

  Luc stepped closer and stroked his fingers along her cheek. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to make a decision in the heat of the moment and then regret it later on.”

  Clara didn’t like the sudden delay when all she wanted to do was impale herself on Georges’s cock. “I knew this is what I wanted the moment I found out that Eddie hadn’t come here to hurt us. My future is here with the three of you.”

  Luc nodded. “Well, okay then. Why don’t you give Georges a bit of relief before the poor man dies from anticipation?”

  Clara felt as though she could fly. Happiness infused every cell in her body, almost making her feel lightheaded. She shifted back a bit and gripped Georges cock with her hand, angling it to her entrance. “Is this what you want?”

  Georges gripped her hips and lifted his hips so his cockhead pressed against her. “Put me inside you. I want to feel you hot and wet all around me.”

  Clara didn’t have any issues with granting that request and slowly slipped down his length. His cock stretched her inner muscles as she bobbed up and down, taking a little more of him each time.

  “Fuck me,” Georges swore from between clenched teeth. A sheen of perspiration dotted his forehead. “You feel so good like this. I’m not going to last.”

  Clara couldn’t agree more. Without the latex barrier, she could feel so much more than before. His cock was like a pulsing hot brand inside of her. She continued to take him slowly, drawing out the sensation until she sat completely on his hips, his cock pressed up so deep inside of her. She arched her back and swirled her hips in little figure eights, not really riding him but more like a tease. A mischievous impulse danced through her thoughts and she continued to give him a lap dance on his cock.