by Cara Adams
Noah laid the insulated blanket on the floor and said, “Ezra, lie down on your back. Verity, your ass should still be stretched enough. Lie down with your back on his chest and put his cock in your ass.”
So straight into it then. Ezra’s cock was more than ready to go again, but getting it into her with them both on this angle was damn hard. And that’s when realization set in. Noah had set them a problem. He hadn’t whipped them or caned them, he’d given them an order to follow that looked very simple on the surface yet was very complicated in practice. Neither of them could see what they were doing. Neither of them had just been touching Verity’s ass and it had closed up to some extent although would undoubtedly open again once his cock found the right spot. But getting everything lined up was a freaking challenge.
By the time he’d pushed his dick deep inside her, he was panting as hard as if he’d been the one running back from where they’d fucked.
“Verity, lie perfectly still while Ezra massages your head.”
Oh, God, what now? He had to massage her head while his dick was ensconced in her perfect heat and he was desperate to fuck her. This was fucking torture. Noah was a devious, devilish Dom indeed.
Nonetheless he did as ordered, trying not to tip her off his sweaty chest as he used both hands to gently work over her scalp, pressing into her skin, massaging neat circles all across her head from side to side.
Verity sank against him, making happy little moaning sounds, and he loved the way her body molded itself to his, her round ass cheeks pressing on his pelvis, her spine centered over his body, her head resting on his breast. Oh God, he loved her so much. This was frigging torture. His cock wanted to move, damn it.
Noah straddled their bodies, his cock level with Verity’s mouth. “Suck me,” he ordered. Ezra wasn’t sure if he should keep massaging Verity’s head or not, but he hadn’t been told to stop, so he let his fingers do the work, pressing in, massaging along her hairline, then smoothing up to her forehead as she swallowed Noah’s cock down, digging the back of her head into his chest to take more of their mate inside her.
“Enough,” said Noah huskily.
Ha! He’s scared he’ll come if she sucks him anymore. Ezra rested his arms on the blanket as Noah crawled backward down their bodies. Then Noah was fitting his cock to Verity’s cunt and she was tightening, stretching around him. God, he’d thought she was gripping hard before, but once Noah shoved deep into her cunt she was clasping Ezra tighter than he could ever have imagined.
It was quite different being in her ass when they double fucked. Often he was the one in her cunt, which had its own special pleasures. But being in her ass was definitely tighter and very powerful in its own way, too.
Ezra didn’t mind. He just wanted to be with her, anyway he could have her. She was his. They belonged together. He loved her so much he couldn’t bear the thought of ever being parted from her. And now they were mates, bound together till they died by shape-shifter law. It didn’t matter that he and Noah were human. Verity was a cougar and her law applied to them, too, now.
“Together. Slowly,” said Noah. Ezra matched his pace to Noah’s, gradually pulling out then equally torturously pressing back in. She was so swollen and tight every movement was difficult, meaning he had to push quite hard against her hot tissues. But God, it was good. So very, very good. She was hot, wet, tight, and totally perfect. His dick was in heaven and aching with the need to blast her full of his essence.
Gradually Noah increased the speed and as he did Ezra’s dick moved more smoothly, powering in and out. It was hard to fuck in this position. Her weight was on him and he was using his hips and his belly muscles rather than his thigh muscles. But at least he could keep his hands on her hips and angle her just right so he could drive deep inside her.
He knew this was just another little challenge their Dom had set them to make them aware that he was always in control of their pleasure, even when he didn’t use whips and chains to enforce it.
Verity was moaning out loud now, pushing back on his dick and wiggling forward. He guessed she was trying to grind her clit into Noah’s pelvis. Noah would only let her do that if he wanted to. Noah was more than capable of preventing her from doing anything he didn’t want to her to do. Ezra knew that.
“When we come, don’t forget to bite each other. Bite hard, Ezra, we need to break the skin,” ordered Noah.
Just as well he reminded them. Ezra’s cock was so demanding right now he may have forgotten in the heat of the moment.
“Now!”
Ezra gripped Verity’s hips hard and thrust up with every ounce of force he could summon. His dick exploded inside her and he bent forward and bit her shoulder. As instructed he bit down hard and drew blood into his mouth. Then he moved his arm and shoulder farther around her so she could bite him without Noah needing to get off her. Her sharp teeth sliced into his skin easily and they both dropped back onto the blanket.
His cock was still pumping into her, so he thrust his hips up a last few times to empty himself. Then he kissed along her shoulder, wondering if he’d bruised her, hoping he hadn’t hurt her too much. At least it being winter she’d be able to hide the mark under her sweater.
He stared at her shoulder where he’d bitten her. There was a small, dark mark. As he gazed at it he realized it was transforming, until there was a tiny panther—well, cougar, he supposed—inked on her skin.
Fucking hell!
Chapter Seven
Verity leaned forward, half sitting up. Almost by itself her hand reached out and touched Noah’s shoulder where she’d bitten him. A tiny black cougar marked his skin instead of her fang marks.
Hastily she turned her head, trying to see her own shoulder.
“Yes, you do have a tattoo, and so does Ezra.” Noah’s voice was calm and collected.
“Get off me. Let me look.” Verity wiggled madly, trying to pull out from between the two men. She jumped to her feet, but there were no mirrors in this dungeon. Some of the dungeons had a wall of mirrors, but not this one. Just her fucking luck. She opened the door and ran down the hall to the hot tub room. Not until she’d pulled the door open did she realize people might have been in there. Well, they weren’t, fortunately.
She stood at the mirror and stared at her right shoulder. Yes, there was a tiny cougar where her shoulder hurt a little from the bite Ezra’d given her. But it definitely wasn’t a bruise. It was a tiny, perfect cougar.
Hurriedly she looked at the other shoulder, where Noah had bitten her. Holy fucking hell! She had a second, identical tattoo there.
Gaynor had one—one—tiny tattoo of a wolf on her shoulder that she said had mysteriously appeared on the night she and Cameron had mated Tor, who was a wolf. Actually all three of them had one, only one each, tattoo. Now she, Verity, had two fucking tattoos. What the fuck did that mean?
Verity looked up into the mirror to see Ezra and Noah standing in the doorway. “Two. I have two fucking tattoos.”
“Well, you’ve been twice blessed then,” said Ezra, grinning back at her.
“One from each of us,” said Noah, shrugging.
“And you’re damn lucky no one was in here. If someone’d been getting it on in here they may not have been too happy about you interrupting their fun,” added Ezra.
“I booked this room, too. I thought after being out in the cold we may need to heat ourselves up again,” said Noah.
“Oh, good.” Verity climbed over the side of the tub and sat on the bottom so the water came up to her ears. She needed to rest and think. Two fucking tattoos, for fuck’s sake. She grinned. Her father would be horrified. He was an English professor and had told his daughters to use adjectives appropriately. “Two fucking tattoos, for God’s sake” perhaps. Oh well, it was no use getting her panties in a wad over it. Not that she was wearing panties of course.
“It’s not going to wash off, you know. Gaynor’s didn’t,” said Noah.
“Yes, I know. I’m just adjusting to the idea
is all.”
“Ezra, you’d better stay in here with her while I pack up our things in the dungeon.”
“Sorry,” said Verity. Suddenly she realized she’d been very rude. Noah had planned a wonderful night for them, and then she’d freaked out at seeing the tattoo. She kneeled up in the water and looked into the mirror wall behind the hot tub. They were tiny, the tattoos, and not evenly spaced on her shoulder, either. They were exactly where the men had bitten her, so Noah’s was closer to her neck, Ezra’s more central along her shoulder. But they were delicate and pretty. She couldn’t precisely say they were girly, that might enrage the two men, but they were quite suitable for a woman’s skin as well as a man’s.
Noah returned, dumping his overflowing backpack on the floor, and climbed in the hot tub with them. “Ah, that does feel nice,” he said.
“I’m sorry I was rude. You planned us an awesome mating. I was just a little…”
“Discombobulated?” suggested Ezra.
“Yeah. Surprised anyway,” she concluded.
Noah pulled her into his arms and she settled onto his lap and kissed him. He was the perfect Dom, so understanding, always ensuring her pleasure. His cock bobbed up between them and she pushed it into her channel, sliding down to sit on his lap and rubbing her aching nipples against his hard chest. Both the men were a solid wall of muscles and she loved that though they worked indoors they weren’t all soft, white, and flabby.
“I bet your cock is ready to go again, too, Ezra. Bring it here,” she said.
Noah slid more into the center of the tub and Ezra kneeled up so his cock was level with her mouth. “Yum.”
She held him in both hands then fed him into her mouth, tipping her head back farther and farther until she could open her throat and swallow him down. He was huge and very ready to come. Hell, how many times had they fucked already tonight? She’d lost count. But that was what people were supposed to do on their wedding night, wasn’t it? Fuck all night until they were too sore to even walk the next day. Sounded like the perfect plan to her.
She let Ezra out a fraction and wiggled her hips, twisting this way and that on Noah’s cock until he jabbed her G-spot. Oh yes, that’s what she needed. “More and harder,” she demanded.
Then she licked all around Ezra’s cock like a lollipop, scraping her teeth gently over the head and twisting her tongue to tease the ridge.
Noah had his hands on her hips now and was lifting her up and down on his cock. Her hips were going to be completely bruised tomorrow. Both Ezra and Noah had been using them for leverage all night. But she didn’t care. She wanted to be bruised and totally, completely, utterly, possessed in every way possible.
Verity bit her way gently up the side of Ezra’s shaft, loving the way he groaned at her, then his hands were on her breasts, cupping them, squishing them together, teasing her nipples, pulling on the hard buds, elongating them. All the while Noah was driving up into her, holding her down tight on his shaft to give him more penetration.
Verity concentrated on sucking Ezra thoroughly. His pre-cum was tart and spicy, his scent driving her wild. She wanted him, all of him, so once more she tipped her head back, feeding him into her mouth, down her throat deeper, deeper. She held on to his ass, wanting to keep him in her mouth even though it wasn’t easy to breathe. Naughtily she slid a finger into his ass, twisting it, turning it, feeling for that hard little ball that’d send him over the edge. There. She prodded his prostate gland with her finger, hollowed her cheeks, and sucked hard. Ezra groaned loudly and cum shot from his cock into her mouth, filling it, dripping out the sides and down her face.
Struggling to breathe, she let him out until just the head was still in her mouth before sucking on him again and teasing his cockhead with her tongue.
The hands on her breasts were rough now, demanding, pinching, twisting, pulling on her nipples. Noah dug a fingernail into her clit and tugged hard on her barbell.
The climax raced through her, giving her no control of her body anymore. Her arms and legs shook and spasmed. Her cunt gripped Noah and milked him as his cum filled her and still her orgasm rolled through her.
The hands on her breasts were gentle now, stroking her, cupping her globes, teasing the undersides. Breathing heavily, Verity sank down in the water, leaning against Noah. Then Ezra was sitting behind her helping support her, his arms around her.
“Every orgasm is better than the last,” she whispered huskily, her throat a little sore from swallowing Ezra so far down it.
“Now there’s a target that’s going to be a challenge to meet,” said Noah, his voice full of laughter.
“Oh, you two will be up for it I’m sure,” she said, wiggling on the cock still inside her cunt then pressing back to the one nestled between her ass cheeks.
“We’ll do our best, you can be sure of that,” said Ezra, kissing her shoulder softly.
* * * *
It was well after midnight before they returned to their own house to sleep in their own bed, the one Noah had purchased for their room in the main building but had brought here even though the house wasn’t fully finished.
Verity was way too exhausted to do anything other than fall into the bed, put her head on the pillow, and go straight to sleep.
But the next morning she was more than ready to play games, and Noah directed a scene with her and Ezra against the unpainted wall of their private living room.
“What if we mark it?” she’d protested.
“We paint over it. Are you arguing with your Dom? Do I need to punish you even more?” had been the response.
Now her ass was sore from a beating she’d wanted, and her cunt was sore from so much sex. Also, her hips did have bruises on them. But Verity reveled in her soreness and aches. Every time she sat down she was reminded that they were mated. The men were hers forever. And if the sex was always this good she’d happily be sore for the rest of her life. Of course, she may just be turning into a nymphomaniac, and that was okay by her, too.
As promised, Ezra and Noah had both sent copies of their next week’s schedule to her cell phone, so she knew who would be where when. It gave her a feeling of security and she was already planning for the very first business party she would host for Ezra.
Galen had agreed to bring four large framed photographs he would be happy sell, and Autumn was going to contribute a wall hanging in the most wonderful shades of blue, aqua, and turquoise.
Ezra complained that cream was a boring wall color, but they’d agreed that was what the great room should be painted, so it would always act as a suitable foil for whatever artworks they displayed.
“But our bedroom can be any color we like,” Verity said.
“Would you like Raegan to paint you a mural like Nicholas and Curtis asked him to make for Serena?” asked Noah.
Verity had to stop and think.
“That mural is truly wonderful, so pretty to look at and with more things to discover time and time again, but it’s something special for Serena. It was a gift to her. I don’t want to copy it. But I was thinking we might have a feature wall in candy pink or electric blue or shocking green. Or even acid yellow.”
“No!” Ezra was plainly horrified.
“Well, what bright colors do you like?” she asked.
“Blue, but not too loud.”
“If I had my laptop here, we could check out paint color charts.”
“I can get them on my phone,” said Noah, his thumbs moving fast over the screen.
Finally they agreed on turquoise, and by then they were all ravenously hungry so returned to Carnal Connections for a meal. Verity couldn’t wait until the house was finished and she’d be living there. JB had said perhaps ten days, a fortnight at the most. But there was no way the men would let her move in until everything could be locked up and the security system was installed, and Verity knew that was only sensible.
Spending part of their mating night there had been a wonderful joy, a symbol of the future, just another exam
ple of how thoughtful and caring a Dom Noah was and the brilliant way he made their scenes so meaningful and positive for them all.
After they’d eaten, Noah and Ezra moved across to the other side of the barn to talk with some of the men while Verity stayed in her armchair by the window. She was tired and her ass was rather sore, but in a good way, reminding her of the previous night, and the morning as well. Nonetheless, right now she was perfectly happy to relax in a comfortable chair.
Peyton came to sit with her. Peyton worked with Gaynor and Ramona at the movie studio, and she’d stayed overnight in one of the guest rooms in the main building after Verity’s mating. She was the makeup artist and an absolute miracle at making people look totally unrecognizable simply by using different types of makeup. It was a real skill and Verity longed to know some of her secrets.
They talked for a little while then Peyton asked, rather hesitantly, “Can I ask you about having two men?”
“Sure.”
“The first time I’d ever been here was to your twenty-first birthday party. Yours and Serena’s, that is.”
Verity nodded and smiled at Peyton. The other woman looked to be only a year or two older than her, with a pale skin and wavy light-brown hair. Her eyes, though, were a true green. Although perhaps she was wearing colored contact lenses. She was a specialist in makeup after all.
“Back at your twenty-first birthday party, when we were told we could leave, after you brought out your birthday cake, well, I stayed. I stayed yesterday, too.”
Peyton looked a little defiant, but Verity just nodded. The woman was an adult. She was free to watch exhibitionist sex if that’s what she wanted to do.
Peyton continued, “I’m fascinated by BDSM and by ménages. I went to the BDSM club in town one day, but I didn’t know anyone there, so I wasn’t confident about going to a dungeon with a Dom. I was wondering…if you wouldn’t mind…” After a pause Peyton finished in a rush. “…Could you please introduce me to two nonpartnered men so I could find out about ménage sex and try out some BDSM as well? Please?”
