Mate Not Wanted (17 page)

“Let’s go. She should be fine for the night,” Pierce said.

Thankfully, Madison didn’t protest, and they continued on to Pierce’s rooms. Rather than go to his main bedroom he entered the guest room next door. He stopped at the entryway with Ryan on Madison’s other side.

“Now, again, are you sure you want to do this?” He had to make sure that she was truly eager to be at his and Ryan’s mercy.

“Yes. No backing out. My safe word is Zoe.” She gave him a wry smile, and Pierce could only chuckle.

“All right then.” He turned the knob and let her precede them into the room.

Pierce flipped on the lights and shut the door behind them once everyone was inside. Madison gasped and walked further into the space. Pierce had decorated the room with large built-in cabinets. A bed sat in the center of the room, a padded leather spanking bench to the right side.

Pierce undid his tie and shrugged out of his jacket. Ryan did the same while Madison explored the space. It wasn’t what one expected of a play area, but it suited his needs. Or rather, it suited his fantasies.

“You’re the first woman I’ve ever brought here,” he said, as Ryan took off his jacket and tie and hung them up in a closet near the door. “Give Ryan your bag and then take off your dress,” he ordered.

Heat pumped through Pierce’s body as the words left his lips. Anticipation rushed through his veins as the seconds ticked by. He waited for her to comply.

Madison’s chin lifted and defiance sparked in her eyes, but she gave Ryan her purse all the same.

Pierce smiled. He didn’t think this was going to be easy, even though she wanted it.

Madison reached around to her back and managed to pull down the tab on her dress, before pushing it over her chest and hips. It whispered along her legs and floated to the floor.

In only stockings, heels, and a lacy bra and thong she was exquisite. She had curves in all the right places. Her breasts large and generous. Pierce was sure they would fill his hands to overflowing. And she had the sort of hips he could hold onto while fucking her from behind.

The fire came roaring back as his cock jerked and strained against the zipper. His tiger roared and pounced forward, causing him to stumble toward her. Everything in the room faded away as his control shredded to bits. A growl pushed past his lips and echoed around the room. Goose bumps rose on his skin as the sound bounced back at him. Pain lanced his muscles and ripped through his tendons. He clenched his hands. The shift took him as his fingers shortened and his nails lengthened.

Madison didn’t back away. She stood tall, head thrown back like the queen she was. Challenge flared in her eyes and her tongue dipped out to wet her lips and draw his view to her plump, flush flesh.

A hand clamped around Pierce’s wrist. He whipped around, hand up, ready to rip any challenging male to shreds. Ryan glared him, storm-gray eyes flashing bright blue and back to gray again. Pierce could see a ripple of spots under his tanned skin. The cheetah peaked out, anger in its gaze.

“Do I have to bind you too?” Ryan’s voice had become low and graveled, as if it had come from the pits of his soul. Fire edged each word, hitting Pierce dead in the chest.

Guilt boiled in Pierce’s stomach. The beast had almost taken him over the edge and he’d almost brought his friend with him.

“Sorry,” Pierce mumbled. He gave himself a sharp pinch on the wrist and then another squeeze on his erection, allowing the bite of the zipper to add even more pain.

Much to his annoyance, the tiger didn’t back down and the arousal didn’t abate. The fire had turned down to a medium boil, but it was still unbearably hot. Pierce drew in a breath through his nose and blew it out through his mouth. He shut his eyes and allowed himself to find his center, a place where both man and beast could become one and find common ground.

“Get a hold of yourself and I’ll start the party,” Ryan murmured.

Pierce heard his friend’s soft steps on the carpeted floor. Within his mind’s eye he came face to face with his tiger. The large feline blinked at him with ice-blue eyes, its sleek body covered in frosty white fur and thick black stripes.

“We need to calm down and pull back, OK?”
Pierce said. It was no use losing control and mate-marking her before she was ready.

The feline huffed out a breath, turned, and sauntered off into the inner forest, the world Pierce had created to keep his feline companion happy. With a sigh, he felt peace return to him, but the need to claim continued to hover on the edge of his desire. It was only a matter of time before he truly did lose control to the beast and marked Madison as theirs. And if they lost her, he didn’t know what they’d do.

At least Ryan was here to keep them in line. Pierce opened his eyes to find Ryan circling Madison, who hadn’t turned away from Pierce. He wasn’t sure what to make of that, but decided to dive right in. With slow movements, he began to unbutton his shirt.

“Such a beautiful woman, but I can see she won’t be easy to break.” Pierce strode toward her, allowing the rasp of the shirt against his skin to focus him on something else. Warm air caressed his bare skin, raising more goose bumps. “I think we need to strap her down to the spanking bench. What do you think, Ry?”

Madison reared back a step, her nostrils flaring, but she didn’t use her safe word. Her lips thinned and her eyes flashed with dark fire.

“Take off your bra and panties. Slowly,” Pierce ordered. He watched her go still.

Emotions flitted across Madison’s face. For a second, he saw vulnerability, an openness that lanced his heart. With mechanical movements, she undid the clasp in the front of her bra and shrugged out of it, letting it fall to the floor. Then she hooked her thumbs into panties, pushed them down, and stepped out of them. She had followed his instructions but with no enthusiasm.

“What’s different, Ry?” Pierce tapped his chin. He had an inkling of her issue but didn’t want to say it. She had to tell him.

Ryan scooped up her lingerie and brought them to his nose. He inhaled deeply.

“Don’t know, but she smells divine.” He passed over her panties and bra and Pierce took his own whiff. Her unique perfume and arousal was like wine. Just the aroma alone made him near drunk and lightheaded.

“We’ll just have to get her to tell us then.” Pierce folded the clothes and put them in a closet before taking Ryan’s shirt and putting it away. He hadn’t taken off his own shirt just yet. He let it hang open, allowing her a tease of what was to come. “Now, love, lie down on your stomach on this padded leather spanking bench. Ryan will blindfold you and I’ll strap you down.”

Again she moved slowly, allowing him time to savor her the way her curves swayed and the gentle bounce of her breasts as she walked toward the bench. As she lay down, Madison allowed her arms to hang to the floor and she spread her legs wide, exposing the plump, red nether lips, already shiny from her own arousal.

Pierce nearly groaned aloud at the temptation she presented to both him and Ryan. He saw Ryan mouth the word
Jesus
before he stooped down to strap her arms to the bench. The bonds were tight enough to hold her down, but not so tight that she’d hurt herself if she flailed.

Chapter Ten

Madison wasn’t sure how long she could hold out. Fire blazed out of control, threatening to consume her. Tension shuddered along her limbs. If she hadn’t been tied down, she’d have been a shuddering mess, curled up on the floor in a ball. Even her lioness wasn’t sure how long she could take this without feeling Pierce inside of her. Her pussy muscles fluttered, making her very aware of how empty she was. And now Ryan was working her ass with two thick fingers, setting off small bursts of fire that only increased her desire to be filled by both men.

Pierce’s kiss branded her mouth and their tongues dueled. She could only whimper once more as he pulled away, leaving her lips feeling hot, bruised, and tingling.

A sense of lightheadedness purveyed her as she struggled to remember how to breathe. Pierce returned to his wicked spankings with that crop, making her ass burn and tingle. The sensation only increased her need to be fucked. She licked her aching lips and tried to shut out all the sensations that burned along her nerve endings. Her fingers ached from the partial shift to claws and her jaw throbbed as she tried to force her incisors to return back to their normal size. She tried to ignore the tang of blood that filled her mouth as her teeth tore at the delicate tissue of her bottom lip.

“Back down,”
she ordered her lioness.

The feline was willing to be tied down, but for her mate not to fuck her was testing her patience.

Pierce teased her more, with deft touches and soothing strokes along her back, only to break up the sense of relaxation with a sharp rap on her ass with his hand or the crop.

If he didn’t move his ass, she really did think she’d turn to the lion to help her break out of her bonds and take care of her needs herself. She drew in a deep breath through her nose and pushed it out through her mouth.

“This isn’t working,” Pierce said. “A new approach is needed.”

“What do you suggest?” Ryan asked.

Madison listened to the two of them. She struggled to interject her opinion. She continued to breathe and relaxed her body, savoring the heat. This wasn’t like what she’d expected at all. In fact, when she had agreed to give him control and told him some of her fantasies, she hadn't really known what would happen. Sure, she’d read things in books, but the experience had opened her up to a whole new world of sensation that she found herself wanting to explore.

Ryan continued to work on her ass with his fingers, but then she felt a thick plug enter her. The girth of it filled her with discomfort at first. Her natural instinct was to push it out, but Ryan ran his fingers down her back.

“Don’t,” he urged. “Let it fill you. Breathe. Clench your muscles first and then relax them.”

“Start with your feet, love, and work your way up,” Pierce said. “We’re going to change tactics.”

Madison didn't say anything. She just rested her head on the leather bench and resisted the urge to whimper as she felt both men withdrew from her front and back. She curled her toes first, holding them in that position before releasing them. They relaxed immediately. She tried her legs next. One by one, her muscle groups released the stress and warmed her body until she could just lie on the bench and accept the plug. It was an odd sensation and yet one she didn’t find repulsive. In fact, she was curious to see how it would feel to have her ass filled with either Ryan or Pierce’s cock. The fire in her body had lowered to a quiet simmer but the desire was still there, curled up in a ball of pressure, waiting for the men to return and coax it to life.

Just what would happen when they returned she didn’t know and didn’t dare ask.

Soft fingers of suede trailed up and down her spine, easing the stripes of pain away and drawing out her need. Her pussy pulsed and her clit throbbed. The tendrils of softness moved over the expanse of her back and ass and teased her pussy lips. Soft strokes eased her further into a sense of relaxation. No more pain, just feeling.

“That’s my woman. You’ve been doing so well. I am your mate, love, always have been, always will be,” Pierce murmured.

She felt Ryan take his place back between her legs and his tongue press against her thickened labia.

“It’s your choice to be with me, love. You have to claim me, not the other way around. No fighting or scratching or biting. You have to accept me.” Pierce continued to speak in that low tone that built up her passion and put her at ease.

The suede switched to feathered fingers of different textures and a range of softness. The sensations ranged from hard and unyielding to a whisper of air. She let out a sigh of relief that the pain had passed and now straight pleasure had begun.

Ryan changed his attention, kissing his way along her inner thigh.

“There are many levels of BDSM. This is more of the sensual side,” Pierce said. “I want to show you everything you want and more, but you have to trust me. You’ve assumed things about me, about my life. Now I get to tell you about what I want, need, and desire.”

Pierce bent down and placed kisses along her shoulders as the feathers tickled her pussy lips. The swipes over Madison’s distended clit set off sparks that made her squirm as her vaginal walls fluttered.

“Pierce,” she groaned. She tried to find a way to push herself against those feathers. She hissed when she felt him change the texture back to suede again.

“I need you,” he said. “I want you. No one else. You are a beautiful woman. Intelligent, sexy, vibrant. You are so much more than you think you are. No amount of sex is going to convince you of my desire for you.”

That declaration shocked her. She opened her mouth to reply, but the words vanished from her lips as Ryan returned his attentions to her clit in the form of quick flicks and taps of his tongue.

“All I can do as your mate is stand by you, be here for you, and show you that I’m not going anywhere. Sex is just a perk.” Pierce kissed his way over her ass cheeks. “Ryan, take her mouth.”

Ryan left his position and she felt Pierce move to take his place. Madison gasped when the plug came to life, vibrating and working against the sensitive tissues of her back passage. Pleasure replaced shock as the sensations filled her pussy. She moaned and writhed against her bonds.

“Let me give you what you need,” Pierce said.

Madison didn’t get a chance to reply as she felt Ryan’s cockhead against her lips. She opened her mouth and took in his crown, swirling her tongue around the flared head. Then she heard a condom wrapper ripping open and felt Pierce against her vaginal opening. The thickness of him pressed against her entrance and pushed. In concert, the men took her, one at each end.

“Goddess, so tight,” Pierce rasped out.

“So perfect,” Ryan groaned.

They pushed and pulled, in and out of her body. Pressure increased as waves of pleasure washed over her. She allowed the undertow to take her as she used her tongue and hollowed out her cheeks to work over Ryan’s cock. Every so often she dared to use her teeth to scrape the sensitive skin lightly. She was rewarded with moans of pleasure as he buried his fingers in her hair and held clumps tightly, almost bringing her to the point of pain.