Obsessed with Fur [3xtasy Lake 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (13 page)

“I wondered where you were hiding, Jess.”

The sound of his voice did crazy things to her insides, and she wanted to jump up and wrap her legs around his narrow waist. Her palms itched to feel his skin under her fingers.

“I wasn’t hiding.”

“Sure you weren’t. That is why it was so easy to get a hold of you this morning. You aren’t answering your phone or texts. You haven’t told anyone what you are doing today.”

“You sound like a stalker.”

“Not a stalker, Jess. I’m someone who felt a moment of paradise in your arms, and I want more.”

Jess backed up as he pressed forward. His actions should be scaring the hell out of her. He admitted to hunting her down today, but instead of fear, a heady sense of desire rocked her body. “Where’s Jelani?

“I can’t tell you how happy it makes me that you want us both.” Marcario’s smile was beautiful. It wiped away the wrinkle from his brow and made her heart skip a beat.

Marcario wrapped his hand around the back of her neck. It wasn’t a tight, punishing grip, but if he were a predator, she would have sworn it was his jaws gripping her in a dominant manner. Instead of being upset by his actions she felt another rush of moisture soak her panties.
Thank god they aren’t shifters.
If they were they would be able to smell her, and she wasn’t ready to give them that much information over her.

He pulled her closer, and she went to him. Part of her wanted to fight, but she knew that she could never resist either of them. They were her Mates. She’d never been so certain of anything in her life. Her body craved their touch, and she wanted to feel them against her skin again. The all-too-brief taste they allowed the other day wasn’t enough. She wanted it all, and enough to last a lifetime.

His lips claimed hers, he controlled her with his grasp on her neck, and she willingly moved how he wanted her. His tongue traced the seam of her lips and she opened her mouth, letting him in. He controlled the kiss and she felt as though she floated in his arms. She kissed him back with every bit of her soul. She sucked on his tongue slightly, and heard his breath hitch and a low moan echo in his throat. Marcario ended the kiss with a soft bite on her lower lip. Her gaze flicked up into his chocolate-colored eyes.

“It’s as good as the first time.” He smiled down at her, moved back slightly, and turned her around. It was a bit awkward until she realized that she was gripping handfuls of his shirt in her fists.

Jelani stood behind them and Marcario led her to his waiting arms. He smiled down at her, his whisky-coloured eyes filled with a possessiveness that would do an Alpha proud. “We aren’t willing to lose you to your fears, Jessica.”

He speared his fingers through her hair and tightened the grip, leading her closer to him. He pressed his leg between hers, and she felt the most incredible pressure against her aching pussy. She couldn’t help but rub against his hard thigh. The decadent sensations rocked through her body. “You’re going to come back and stay with us for a while.”

That bit of information snapped her back to reality. Someone had been telling stories about her creepy stalker. As much as she loved everyone in this town, she wasn’t willing to allow them to tell her what to do. Nor did she want anyone talking Mai’s brothers into being her babysitter, because she was certain the entire town would know by now that she left Gordon’s with them the other night. “I’m completely capable of taking care of myself. I am not going to hide behind either of you. This is my problem, and I will fix it.”

“No, that is where you are wrong, Jess.” Marcario stepped up behind her, crowding her between him and his brother. “I refuse to allow anyone the chance to harm one hair on your head. No one will ever get past us to hurt you.”

“I appreciate your offer, but I’m fine. You obviously heard the rumors, but I’m sure they are blown way out of proportion by now.”

Jelani cupped her jaw with one hand and pressed a quick kiss against her lips. “If there is one thing the two of us have learned over the years, it’s best to grab happiness when you can get it. You make us happy, Jess. Don’t make us play silly games to prove it to you.”

“I don’t want to see you two hurt.”

“Then you understand how we’re feeling.” Jelani lifted her higher against his leg and she rubbed against him again. A languorous sense of arousal teased her senses as she moved. Marcario slipped his hands from her waist up to cup her breasts. She loved the way his large hands felt on her skin, and she dropped her head back against his chest.

“We are secure in our manhood, Jess. If anything really big and bad comes, then you can protect us. How does that sound?”

“Like you are saying what I want to hear to get me to do what you want. I believe that is called manipulation.” She tilted her head to look at his expression. Instead of the anger she expected, Marcario grinned down at her.

“Manipulation is such an ugly word, Jess.” His hands slipped from her breasts and slid around to her ribcage. His fingers curled ever so slightly but she couldn’t stop the laugher that bubbled up inside her. “I could tickle you until you agree.”

He wasn’t moving his fingers, but the thought that he might had Jessica wriggling in Jelani’s grip. That forced her pussy to rub against his leg and lit a fire inside of her. “Okay. I’ll come to your house, but I’m not staying there for long.”

Jess sat down next to Marcario on the sofa as Jelani cleaned up the kitchen. She wasn’t entirely certain what they were up to. They had a big lunch and talked about lots of different subjects, but she expected to be naked and in bed with them by now. Neither of them had made a move in that direction.
Maybe it was a simple as they were keeping an eye on me because they had been asked?
She hated that thought.

“What are you doing?”

“Practicing knots.” Marcario twisted the rope around itself and made a beautiful Celtic-style knot in the middle of it. “It’s something I do that occupies my hands when I’m trying to figure out a math problem or the specs on a building design.”

“I can understand that. I used to work out for the same reason. The constant rhythm of the treadmill would occupy part of my brain, and I could let my subconscious stew on another problem. Of course, I ended up a gym junkie in the end.” She reached out and touched the rope with one fingertip. “What do you do with all this rope when you are finished?”

Marcario laid a length of it across her hands. “How does that feel to you?”

It was an abrupt change to the topic, but she went with it. She didn’t really want to talk about her past anyway.

“What do you think about this one?” He passed her another length of rope.

“It’s smoother.” She tugged on the length and wrapped it around her fingers. “What do you plan to use it for?”

“Tying knots, of course.”

She gave Marcario a silly look, and then laughed. “It smells like a kind of plant. What’s it made from?”

“That’s a jute rope.”

“I’ve never heard of that before.”

“It’s popular in Japan. We lived there for a few years before we moved back to Canada.”

“How old were you then?”

“Well, we were already a year into high school, so Jelani was sixteen and I was seventeen.”

“You lived in another country at such a young age?”

“We tended to move around a lot. Our patents were with the Peace Corps and wanted to keep their family close, so we experienced a lot of countries when we were young. Japan was the culture that had the biggest effect on me.”

“Whys that?”

“Because, it was there I met a man who is a master at tying knots and ropes, and everything about that fascinated me. Have you ever heard of shibari or kinbaku?”

She shook her head no.

“They’re names to describe the art of erotic bondage.”

* * * *

Marcario and Jelani already decided that they both wanted to play some games with Jess the next time they saw her, but considering what was going on in her life, neither one of them wanted to rush her into it. She had to trust them both, and Marcario was trying to be patient. Seeing a flash of curiosity in her expression at the mention of bondage was challenging his vow of patience. He reached down next to him and passed her another length of rope. “Here, this one’s made from linen. Can you tell the difference between them?”

Jess had an incredibly sensual way she viewed the world around her, never approaching anything with one sense. She touched the lengths of rope, drawing each between her fingers. Watching her made his cock rock hard and his balls tighten. She carefully compared each rope and then sniffed them, taking the smell into consideration as well.

“It isn’t as rough as I expected.” She rubbed it against her cheek, obviously enjoying the slightly silky feeling of one of them. “Hemp doesn’t really smell like anything, not like the jute does. But I still like it.”

“May I show you?”

“Okay, how?” She laid her fingers across his and he closed his hand around them. He gave her fingers a soft squeeze while inside he cheered this first sign of trust.

“I’m not going to do anything drastic.” He opened up a small drawer in the coffee table and pulled out a pair of scissors.

“What are the scissors for?”

“In case of emergency and I needed to get through the knots faster than I can undo them. Hold out your arm.” He took the length of jute rope and folded it in half and then looped it around her skin, an inch above her wrist. He put his finger between her skin and the rope as he made a knot against the delicate skin. “Does this feel too tight?” he asked after he moved his finger out from under the jute.

“No, it’s fine.”

“Good.” He wrapped the rope around her arm again, lining up the strands neatly before making another knot directly below the first one. “The idea is to have it tight enough that you can feel it wrapped around you, but I don’t want to cut off the circulation.”

He wrapped her arm a couple more times, lining the knots up her inner arm. This was what he loved about bondage, the beauty of the knotted ropes against soft skin.

“How is your arm feeling?” He paused and checked her fingers. “Any tingling in your fingers, or pain?”

“No nothing like that. It’s a soft pressure, like a hug.” Her whispered words made his cock throb painfully in response. If something this simple caused a languid reaction in her already, he needed to get her rigged up in a suspension piece. She would slip into rope space in no time.

“Good. It’s important to check your circulation, and if you feel any discomfort at all, I want you to tell me right away.”

She stroked her fingers along his arm as he worked and then over the large ring he wore on his left hand. “That’s beautiful.”

“It was my dad’s.” He remembered sitting on his dad’s lap as a kid, tilting the ring until the star appeared in the large blue stone.

“When did he die?”

For the first time he didn’t feel the sharp pang of sadness that often accompanied any memory of his father.

“We were teenagers when it happened. He and mom spent too much time running around the country taking care of everyone else. He didn’t think to take care of himself. One day that caught up with him, and he had a heart attack.”

“He must have been a big man. Mai is so small, and you boys must have gotten your height from somewhere.”

“Very true. He was so overprotective of us and when Mai was born he went overboard. You know he used to drill it into my and Jelani’s heads that we were her protectors. With big brothers like us, he wouldn’t have to worry about anything happening to her. Sometimes I wonder if he knew what was going to happen to him, and that he wouldn’t be around to do it.”

“She’s lucky to have you.”

“Yeah, well, we didn’t do that good of a job. We repeated the same mistakes as our parents by putting the rest of the world before our family.”

“I don’t think that is being fair to yourself or Mai. She’s a sweet person and can take care of herself. Gaspar and Vencel coddle her and I know that she likes it, especially now.”

“The two of them might lose their minds before that baby is born. I saw Vencel making Mai a milkshake this morning, and she didn’t notice he was picking though the strawberries, making certain that she got the best ones in with the ice cream.”

“Why do you think that you two failed her?”

“Because, we were supposed to take care of her, and when she was going through all that crap with the panic attacks we weren’t there to help.”

“Did she ever tell you about it?”

“No, but we didn’t ask, either. She said everything was great, and we were happy to let her be, because it meant that we could do our thing.”

“I still don’t think you are being fair to yourselves. Neither of you are mind readers, so I don’t know how you expected to know everything.”

“We should have been more aware of what was going on and not so shortsighted.” Marcario spoke as he wrapped the ropes around her arm. The precise knots lined up against her skin. “How’s your arm feeling?”

“Wow, that really feels incredible. They’re pressing firmly, but not so tight that it’s uncomfortable.”