by Cara Adams
“It would have to be men not already in a sexual or a BDSM relationship. There’re a couple of human men, Jeff and Luke. And there’s Paul, he’s half-panther. Oh, and Frank. He’s an older man and a panther.”
Peyton was nodding.
“You understand that all BDSM is consensual. The sub has to agree as well as the Dom. If the man is doing things you aren’t finding pleasurable, it’s not true BDSM at all.”
“Yes, I know that. I haven’t actually done it, you understand, but I want to.”
“All right. I think you need to talk to Lucy. She’s the one who makes arrangements here. Let’s go find her.”
Yes, with Drew and Charlie still out there and still likely to be attacking people, a young woman was wise to keep a couple hunky men close by.
Verity climbed out of her chair and, with Peyton, found Lucy then left them together. “Well, that would have to be one of the weirdest questions I’ve ever been asked,” she said to herself, walking back along the hallway to the main room of the barn.
“What would?”
A hard body pulled her back against him and a hand unsnapped the front of her jeans, slid inside her panties, and unerringly found her little barbell. The moment Noah tugged on it all, her soreness vanished and Verity wanted, needed, had to be fucked immediately.
Frantically she pushed her cunt up onto Noah’s fingers. “Where’s Ezra? I need you both. I can’t wait.”
“Right here,” said Ezra, pushing the storeroom door open.
Noah maneuvered Verity into the tiny room and Ezra closed the door, leaning against it to stop anyone else opening it while he dropped his own pants and tugged on his cock.
“Commando. I like that. It saves time,” said Verity.
Ezra drove his cock up inside her and she relaxed into his arms, the aching need inside her filled for the moment by his thick cock. Noah pushed her sweater up and tugged her bra up under her armpits so he could tease her nipples. They were still tender from the day before, too, but the moment his hands rested on them she pushed herself into his touch, needing more. Noah bit gently along her earlobe as her climax rose inside her. Faster than she would have believed possible, Verity was writhing under the attentions of both men, her body shaking in release. Ezra pumped inside her a few more times then flipped her around so she was facing Noah.
“Jump up and wrap your legs around me,” Noah whispered.
She did so and Ezra stood behind her, supporting her partly as well with his hands around her waist, as Noah began pounding into her cunt. Ezra’s leg pushed her thighs farther apart, then one arm remained around her supporting her and a finger was diving into her ass, teasing her there.
Oh hell. Her ass was still tender, but she wanted it, wanted to be touched, fucked there, too. She couldn’t resist these men. They just had to look at her and her panties were damp and she was filled with lust for them. Fuck, was it possible to die from having too much sex? She’d only been mated for twenty-four hours and she’d totally lost count of the number of times they’d had sex.
Her second orgasm was rising in her, coiling in her belly, demanding release. She wanted to scream her joy to the world but not when they were surrounded by people, so she bit down on Noah’s shoulder as she orgasmed hard again, his cock jackhammering in her cunt and Ezra’s finger still teasing her ass.
Noah gently put her down and she leaned between the two men. “We’ve got to stop fucking like rabbits every ten minutes,” she said.
“Why is that?” teased Ezra.
“We should be painting the house, cleaning it, furnishing it, getting it ready. Making sure everything is as secure as it can be against that idiot Sam Brooks, not to mention Drew, and Charlie, and Jim. I bet both of you have work you should be doing, too. Instead we’re in a storeroom and everyone knows what we just did.”
“And they’re all jealous of us,” added Noah.
“Besides, we’re still on our honeymoon today, and we haven’t fucked in the sauna yet. We need to try that out. Tomorrow will be soon enough to start acting like adults,” added Ezra.
“The sauna, you think? Maybe we should go find Lucy and see if anyone has booked it yet?” Verity suggested, trying hard to hide the grin breaking out across her face. “Actually, likely we should wait a little longer. Peyton will still be with her arranging for her own ménage.”
“Peyton wants a ménage?” asked Ezra.
“Perhaps we should give her some hints on how to do it.” Noah laughed, pushing his body hard against Verity’s.
Verity snuggled down between her men. It’d been damn hard work to overcome all the obstacles that came between them and get their own happy ever after. But she was happy now, so very, very happy. Peyton deserved to be this happy, too.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Cara Adams adores erotic romance, especially ménage, BDSM, and shape-shifters. One day, someone said to her, “Why don’t you put them all in one book?”
So she did.
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