Jaguars' Reward [Impulse 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (20 page)

“I’m glad.” She yawned behind her hand. “But I’m also pooped after all that excitement. I guess I’ll turn in.”

“Hey, no need to be alone. Stay here with us.”

“Are you sure? Vadim probably needs peace and quiet.”

“He’ll be out of it all night. Philo’s herbs are effective but very potent.”

“Oh well, perhaps—”

“Here is where you belong,” Zayd said quietly, watching carefully for her reaction. He didn’t want to sound too needy. Like hell, he’d beg if that was what it took!

“Okay then, maybe I will.”

“Good girl. Now, let me help you.” Zayd pulled her into his arms. “You’re a little overdressed, ya know.”

“We don’t all stroll about naked,” she said, smiling presumably because he and Vadim had both returned home in the buff.

“We’re not ashamed of our bodies, darlin’, and you’ve got nothing to be ashamed of either, far as I remember.”

“Then why don’t you refresh your memory?”

“Good thinking.”

He slipped his hands beneath her top and flipped it over her head, baring her breasts. They were so goddamned perfect—small, yet firm and plump—that they took Zayd’s breath away. He was going to fuck her—he’d known that since the moment they left the Institute together. In fairness he ought to tell her first that he and Vadim wanted her for their mate. Not just for now, but forever. He wouldn’t though because Vadim needed to be awake for that. Besides, he’d waited decades for his mate to come along and didn’t have the patience to delay tasting her sweet loving for a moment longer.

Besides, what if she said
no
?
The prospect of rejection filled Zayd with despair, but facts had to be faced. She’d seen some pretty wacky things tonight, enough to put anyone off Impulse in general and shifters in particular for life. They wouldn’t be doing to her what her grandfather did to her grandmother because they were married before he revealed that he was a shifter. The risk was all on Vadim and Zayd’s side. If she rejected their proposal after the event, they’d never be able to mate with anyone else.

But she didn’t need to know that.

Zayd didn’t have to think about whether he was prepared to take that risk. His feelings for Talia were strong enough to override even the most persuasive argument in favor of caution. If he only got to have her once, it would just have to be enough to last him for the rest of his life.

With that thought in mind, his hands closed over her tits, the nipples already rock hard and begging for attention. He massaged them as his lips crushed hers in a deep, possessive kiss. When his tongue tangled with hers, her response was instantaneous. A little moan somehow escaped her when he deepened the kiss and their mouths fused tightly together as he savored her unique taste. Zayd’s hands slipped beneath her denim-clad buttocks and lifted her from the floor. She wrapped her legs round his waist and he pushed his erection against her clit, once and then again. She crushed her pelvis against it, like she couldn’t get enough of him.

It felt so damned good, but not good enough. He needed to get more up close and personal with his fiery little mate. Zayd carried her to the opposite side of the huge bed to that which Vadim occupied and gently put her down. She lay there, looking up at him, her eyes sparkling with a combination of mischief and desire. Zayd wrenched open her jeans, unzipped them, and pulled them down her long legs. Her excuse for a pair of panties went the same way and he stood back to admire her nakedness. She probably sensed that he needed a show and so she writhed against the crisp cotton sheets, one hand playing with a nipple, the other delving into her pussy.

“You look good enough to eat,” he said softly.

She offered him a sultry smile. “So come and have your dinner, why don’t you?”

Zayd, who’d increasingly thought this moment would never arrive, now hesitated. To rush would be a sin. He sat on the edge of the bed, his rigid cock throbbing, a painful reminder that it was overdue for action.

“Vadim and I have always had this fantasy about being Doms in the bedroom. Course, we’ve never had sex with a woman, so we’ve only ever been able to dominate each other up until now, which isn’t quite the same thing.” He leaned over her and brushed the hair back from her brow. “Will you submit to me, sweet Talia?”

“Yes,” she said breathlessly. “I want you to dominate me, master. I want you to do all the things you’ve dreamed about. I want you to do them to me.”

“All of them?” Zayd chuckled. “That could take more time than we’ve got.”

“Then what would you like to do to me the most?”

“Well now, let’s see.” Zayd sat back and looked at her in a contemplative manner. “I reckon I’d like to hogtie you, babe, spank that cute butt of yours until you start creaming up with need, and then—”

“Do it!” she said, her eyes glazed with passion. “I loved it when Vadim tied my hands. Being hogtied sounds exciting.”

Zayd’s heart rate elevated. If ever a woman was destined to be their mate it was the one lying on his bed in front of him, squirming with impatience, inviting him to tie her up and fuck her senseless. He leaned in for another kiss, trailed his lips down her long neck, and inevitably finished up by sucking a solid nipple into his mouth. She squirmed beneath him, closing her fingers round the breast he was attending to and pushing herself farther into his mouth. Zayd nipped lightly at her nipple, causing her to expel a long sigh. He didn’t need to ask her if she enjoyed the pain. Her reaction did all the talking for her.

“Okay, babe, let’s get you tied up and ready for me.”

He lifted her arms above her head, tied them together, and held them down, just so that she knew who was in control.

“Spread your legs for me,” he commanded, sliding a hand between them suggestively. “Hmm, that’s such a sweet sight. You’ve got the cutest pussy.”

Zayd released his hold on her tied wrists so he could feast on her juicy cunt. His tongue whipped across her clit as he breathed in her genital scent, so uniquely her. He grazed her vulva delicately, just enough to torment her, and then withdrew his tongue. Her juices were flowing as freely as she was expressing herself, the series of needy little moans she expelled making it clear she was loving this. He found another scarf and ordered her to close her legs again. She whimpered her disappointment but did as he asked, just like an obedient little sub should. He bound her ankles together, taking the opportunity to suck her toes while he was down there.

“Bring your arms in front of you, darlin’.”

When she’d done so, Zayd attached a rope to her bound wrists at one end, her bound ankles at the other, making it so short that her knees bent back against her gut and her ankles were left high in the air. More importantly, her butt was almost elevated from the bed, just where he needed it to be.

“Roll on your side, sweetheart.”

Zayd massaged the cheeks of her exposed butt with smooth sweeps of his hands, teasing her sphincter, pinching her crura. He reached for the lube and rubbed it into the crack in her ass. No way in the world could Zayd resist her cunt, but that wasn’t to say that she couldn’t have something pleasant up her ass at the same time. He reached for a plug, lubed it, and slid it into her.

“Don’t fight me, darlin’. Just wait and see what this does for you.”

She wriggled against it. “If feels good.”

Zayd rattled his tongue against the roof of his mouth in a self-satisfied purr. “That’s kinda the idea.”

“It’s liberating.”

“Hmm.”

He switched the plug on to a low vibration and watched for her reaction. Her eyes widened and a slow smile spread across her face. Zayd brought the flat of his hand down against her ass, biting at her shoulder blade as he did so. She let out a soft scream but otherwise didn’t flinch.

“You like that, babe?”

“Yes,” she said breathlessly. “I love being at your mercy.”

“Just as well ’cause we’ve barely started.”

He spanked her a little harder and slid a couple of the fingers on his other hand inside her. His thumb rubbed just once against her swollen clit and then withdrew.

“Please,” she said, thrashing her head from side to side.

“Please what?” Zayd lifted his head, licking lips still moist with her juices, and offered her a slow, sexy smile. “What do you need, sweet darlin’?”

“I need you to fuck me, Zayd. Please, you’re killing me. Don’t make me wait any longer.”

He pretended not to understand her. “Why? Are you uncomfortable?”

“Yes, damn you, but not for the reasons you imagine.”

“Now, that’s not how an obedient little sub ought to speak to her master.” He wagged a finger beneath her nose. “Gonna have to punish you for that.”

She writhed against her bonds, her eyes flashing with excitement. “How?”

“Uh-uh. Don’t ask, don’t tell.”

He reached for a light paddle and applied it to her cute ass, fascinated by the way its cheeks turned a mottled pink when he applied the pimpled side to her delicate skin. She was taking to this too darned naturally so far, but they had barely scratched the surface of his and Vadim’s fetishes—fetishes that they’d only ever tried on one another. Would they ever get the chance to try them out on her? Together?

Don’t think about the future. Live for the moment.

Zayd’s cock was ready to explode. Much as he’d like to torment her for hours, it wasn’t gonna happen. He turned the butt plug up to a higher speed and straddled her buttocks, her bound ankles resting on his upper thigh. With her legs pulled up so high he’d be able to penetrate deeply and hit her sensitive cervix zone. Taking a deep breath, he slid the tip of his cock into her tight channel, sighing with pleasure as her wet warmth immediately enveloped him, welcoming him in and forcing him deeper.

“You’re tight, babe. Am I hurting you?”

“Hell, no! Just give me some more.”

Zayd chuckled. “Patience.”

He penetrated slowly, closing his eyes and allowing his feelings free rein. With shallow thrusts he knew from her reaction that he’d hit her G-spot and posterior fornix. She moaned and pushed herself against him and it was beyond Zayd’s diminishing self-control not to respond.

“You’re being fucked from both ends, darlin’. How does it feel?”

“Wonderful!” She expelled a long, slow breath. “But I need to come, master. You have no idea how much.”

Zayd thought that he probably did. He picked up the pace, his deep, probing thrusts creating incredible sensations in the head of his cock and all the way down his shaft. His vigorous pumping offered an almost unbearably sensitive massage to his balls as they slapped their heavy load against her buttocks.

“Feel that?” he asked. “I’ve got you good now, darlin’. We’re really fucking.”

“Yes!” She closed the walls of her vagina round his cock, clinging to it like she thought he might try and withdraw. Like he could! “I’m going to come, Zayd. I can’t stop it.”

“Let it go, sweetheart.” He stroked deeper still, and faster. Muscles straining, sweating as he held back, he watched her face as her orgasm hit.

“Fuck it!” She yelled the words, seeming to forget that Vadim was asleep beside them. Not that he’d wake up now. The herbal mixture would see to that. “I can’t believe what you’ve done to me.”

Her body went into spasm, but her eyes were wide with shock as she rode the crest of her orgasm, thrashing her head from side to side as it went on and on. Zayd didn’t know if was him, the butt plug, or a combination of both that had caused such a vigorous reaction. He didn’t much care, either. His body was on fire as he plunged into her, giving her more and more of what she obviously needed so badly.

“Shit, I’m gonna come, too.”

He squeezed her ass as he plunged as deep as he could, allowing her tight cunt to milk the seed out of him. He came like never before, draining into her as her own orgasm appeared to reignite. She kept pace with him while his body sang, and something held captive inside him his entire life finally broke free.

Vadim opened his eyes, unsure where he was or even what the time was. Then it all came back to him. Wilson, the fight, his injuries. Light filtered between a gap in the drapes. Familiar drapes that hung in the room he shared with Zayd. It was daylight, so he figured he’d slept through the night, thanks to Philo’s wicked herbal compounds that tasted like shit but obviously hit the spot.

He stretched his arms above his head, expecting to feel pain, or at the very least tightness. Instead he felt as lithe and flexible as he had when he was a cub. Mikael had excelled himself.

No, not Mikael, but the cute little siren sandwiched between him and Zayd, still sound asleep. Zayd grinned at him across the delectable body that separated them.

“How you feeling, buddy?” he asked softly.

“As good as you look,” he replied. “You obviously tasted our mate’s sweetness last night. I can tell just from your expression.”

“Yep, and I reckon what Wilson said has to be true. I feel stronger this morning. Besides, I’m guessing that your recovery isn’t just down to Mikael’s expertise.”

“Me, too.” Vadim extended his claws and indulged in a lazy feline stretch, arching his back, testing his newly healed wound to the limit. “God, I could eat several rogue wolves.”