The Dom Claims His Cougar [Unchained Love 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (13 page)

As she climbed the two steps up onto the stage, Noah took her right hand and Ezra her left, then they turned to face the people, their friends, their family, their community.

“I, Noah Quinn, promise to care for and protect you, Verity Griffin and Ezra Anderson, respecting your needs and desires as your Dom and your life partner.”

“I, Verity Griffin, promise to love and serve you all my life, Noah Quinn and Ezra Anderson, and to obey you, Noah, as my Dom.”

“I, Ezra Anderson, promise to love and serve you all my life, Verity Griffin, and to obey and respect you, Noah Quinn, as my Dom.”

Noah kissed Verity then shook Ezra’s hand. Then Ezra kissed Verity. The crowd roared its approval and half a dozen men began walking among the people, offering glasses of champagne. Alcohol was seldom used at the community, as both Doms and subs needed to have clear minds to make decisions about their sex play, but on special occasions champagne was always served. Just one glass for the happy triad though. Everyone knew what they’d be doing later on tonight. Verity smothered a giggle as she took her glass.

“Happiness always,” said Larry, holding his glass high.

“Happiness always,” repeated the people. Verity clinked her glass against those of her new mates then took a sip. Cold, sweet, bubbly, delicious. But nowhere near as delicious as what would be happening later. For a brief moment Verity wondered what Noah had planned for them to do. Jubilee had driven off a mountaintop on a dirt bike and floated down to the ground with a parachute on her mating day. Serena and her mates had fucked in an ice cave. Then she shrugged. She trusted Noah. She knew he’d have planned something she’d like.

Verity wandered around the barn, one or the other of her new mates constantly touching her shoulder, her arm, her back as she accepted everyone’s congratulations and good wishes.

Wolves Kurt and Raegan set up a couple of long tables, and humans Jill, Lucy, and Jubilee brought out platters of finger foods, tiny spring rolls, miniature quiches, hot dogs wrapped in pastry, and slivers of ham, tomato, onions, and cheese on sticks.

Music was playing in the background and the noise level was rising. Some people were dancing, but most were still talking.

When their wedding cake was brought out, the room erupted into clapping and cheering. It was a towering mountain of profiteroles. Noah whispered in Verity’s ear, “Don’t worry. Diane did a head count and there’s more than enough for everyone.” Verity grinned at him. How like Diane the accountant to do the math. But moreover she trusted Noah to have planned everything to perfection.

There was another half hour or more of talking and dancing, coffee was served, and finally Omar clapped to attract everyone’s attention. “Time to move outside, people,” he said.

Curiously Verity made her way through the crowd. Were they about to leave already? She’d thought there was going to be some BDSM-type entertainment first.

In the parking lot an old man was leaning against an equally old, faded blue pickup. Now she was really confused.

Noah nodded and he pulled some cages out of his truck. Pete, Josh, and Serena yelled out, “Happy mating, Verity, Noah, and Ezra!” and the old man opened the cages. Dozens of pure-white doves floated up into the air. They circled over the crowd for three or four minutes before flying away.

“Oh, Noah, that was beautiful,” said Verity, giving him a hug.

“Very special,” added Ezra huskily, punching Noah on the upper arm.

Verity was shivering with cold but determined to stay and watch as the last few doves, tiny specks high in the sky now, vanished over the horizon.

Noah held his arm up in the air for silence. “Thank you, everyone, for joining with us on our very special day. We truly appreciate you choosing to share our joy today. In the barn now there will be an adult display of some BDSM, followed by some more dancing. For those of you who don’t share our lifestyle, thank you so much for coming. For those of you prepared to share in some more extreme adult entertainment, please join us.”

Verity and Ezra moved around with Noah, thanking their colleagues, who were mostly leaving now.

“You look so beautiful today.”

“You’re so lucky, having two men who love you.”

“The doves were a wonderful idea.”

“Thank you for inviting us.”

Verity smiled, nodded, shook hands, and tried hard not to let her teeth chatter with cold. She was lucky to be loved by two men. She knew that indeed. And even luckier to be accepted by the entire community here.

Finally they hurried back inside to the warmth, and she danced first with Ezra, then with Noah. Then the lights dimmed and Curtis, Nicholas, and Autumn walked up onto the stage.

Autumn was draped in a woolen poncho in fall colors—oranges, tans, reds, and golds—that fell from her shoulders to just below her knees. Her dark hair rippled in waves past her shoulders. Verity was certain the poncho was something she’d made herself. Autumn was incredibly talented in working with yarn. But it was the men who attracted the attention. They were wearing nothing but tiny leather cock pouches. Nicholas’s had zippers on it. Curtis’s was studded.

“Sexy bastards,” Verity whispered.

Ezra took her hand and put it on his dress pants over his cock. She pressed down and felt his shaft harden and quiver under her touch.

Verity tried to hide her grin. So he was jealous, was he? Good to know. She could use that knowledge sometime, although not tonight. Tonight was for the three of them alone.

Curtis cracked his cane. It was very light and flexible and made a loud noise whistling through the air. Verity thought that likely it would give a real sting when it landed on flesh. Not that Autumn appeared worried at all. She was standing on the stage watching everyone and quite relaxed.

Kurt and Raegan carried one of the long tables that had been used for the food onto the stage. The pure-white cloth previously covering it had been removed and a plain yellow sheet now covered the table.

What the fuck?

Nicholas stood with his legs spread and his arms folded. Curtis cracked his cane again and Nicholas turned his back to the audience. Curtis lashed the cane over him again and again, making a pattern of thin red lines across his shoulders, back, and ass. Finally he ordered, “Turn around.”

Nicholas’s cock was huge. The leather pouch looked as if it might burst it was stretched so tautly over a cock evidently begging to be freed.

Curtis cracked the cane on Autumn’s bare legs. She raised her arms. He hit her again and she bent over. With the third strike of the cane she let the poncho fall to the ground and stood back up totally naked.

Since they’d last run together in panther form she’d shaved her pussy into a neat little heart shape. Verity wondered if it was meant as a special gift to her for their mating today. It was certainly a nice gesture anyway.

Once again the cane cracked onto Autumn’s skin, her shoulders this time, and lithely she jumped up onto the table, sitting at one end, each leg hanging over the edge of it so she faced down its length.

Curtis wielded his cane again across Nicholas’s ass, then Nicholas climbed onto the table close to Autumn and lay down, inching closer and closer to her, his legs on either side of her body, his back flat on the table.

Autumn leaned forward and removed his cock pouch, stroking his cock as it burst free. It was huge, the head very red with need. She looked to Curtis for guidance. Her Dom nodded and she took Nicholas’s cock deep into her mouth.

The crowd groaned.

Verity wanted to look around the room, to see if other people were touching themselves, but she couldn’t take her gaze off the stage. She needed to know what would happen next.

Autumn slowly let Nicholas out of her mouth and held him at the entry to her cunt. This time she was the one who wiggled closer and closer, until he was fully absorbed inside her. Nicholas grabbed her hips and they wiggled to the very side of the table. Part of Nicholas’s body was off the edge, but both he and Autumn relaxed back onto the table holding the other side, the side nearest the watching crowds, for balance.

Curtis walked around the back of the table, closest to Autumn and Nicholas, and unzipped his cock. It, too, looked more than ready for action. Was Autumn going to suck him? Was the table just to raise them up so everyone had a good view of the action?

Curtis spread Autumn’s labia wide and she leaned back, raising her hips slightly so everyone could see her cunt, filled with Nicholas’s cock.

Once again the watchers gasped and whispered. Verity was willing to bet that people were touching their mates right now. But just as before, she was unable to look away. She was too fascinated by what was happening on stage to even flick a look around the room.

Curtis leaned over the table, his cock now at the entry to Autumn’s cunt, where he held her wide open. Autumn reached down and guided his cock inside her beside Nicholas’s.

Now it was Verity who was gasping. Two cocks! Two cocks in Autumn’s cunt! Verity stared, completely fascinated, as the men shoved in and out of Autumn and Autumn held on to the sides of the table, her head thrown back, her breasts quivering, her chest heaving up and down. Oh yes, Autumn was loving this even though she must be stretched so wide to the point of pain with two giant cocks in her cunt like that.

Verity had no idea how long the three people onstage fucked, but when Autumn screamed her release and cum spurted from two cocks at once, she wasn’t the only person who screamed right along with Autumn.

“Come. Now it’s time for us to fuck you,” said Noah’s voice softly in her ear.

“Hell yes,” she replied. Her panties were soaked with her cream and her clit absolutely ached with the need to be touched.

* * * *

Noah had spent a long time trying to work out how they could manage a run in winter. Part of the shape-shifter mating was the need for an outdoor fucking session. Omar had told him it wasn’t essential. He’d even explained he’d fucked his mates on the back deck of their house. Verity’s sister had been fucked in an ice cave. Both those situations, while technically outdoors, weren’t quite the way Noah wanted to do it. He wanted their mating to be absolutely perfect, something really special. But on the other hand, freezing his balls off would hardly be conducive to good sex, either.

Now he grabbed Verity’s hand and raced them across the parking lot to the nearest storage barn. Inside was the backpack he’d made ready for the next part of their mating and a Ski-Doo he’d hired for the weekend, fully fueled and ready to use.

“Get undressed, Verity,” he ordered, holding out a garment bag for her to put her clothing in. As she was shoving her shoes and underwear into the bag he said, “Now shift into your cougar and run down the access road. Don’t stop where it becomes a mere track, run to the very end.”

“Running will be good. It’s too fucking cold here,” she said, stamping her bare feet on the concrete floor.

He watched her change form. It was very quick. Her entire body sort of shook then shimmered, then there was a tan cougar standing where his woman had been only a second before. He wanted to ask her to shift back and forth again and again so he could watch her more closely, but it was indeed cold out here, and catching pneumonia wasn’t on his to-do list any more than frozen balls was.

He sat on the Ski-Doo seat and twisted the handle. The engine roared reassuringly. “Get on behind me,” he yelled to Ezra.

“There’s no seat belt. What if I fall off?” asked Ezra.

Noah was pretty sure he was joking, so he replied, “You’d better run fast to catch up then.”

“So kind,” said Ezra sarcastically, climbing behind Noah and sticking his hands into Noah’s suit pockets.

Yeah, a tuxedo was right for a wedding, but a snowsuit would be better for this outdoor segment of their evening. Oh well, it couldn’t be helped. If they’d gone inside and gotten changed into totally different clothing, likely they’d have ended up in bed instead of completing this part of their mating, so it was best to get moving.

“Let’s go,” he said to Verity.

The cougar padded to the door, looked out, then was gone. Quickly, Noah took off the brake and steered the Ski-Doo out of the barn. As soon as it was on the snow it moved fast, gliding along behind the running shape-shifter, down the road, around the snow-covered field, past the sauna, and onto the narrow track that went all the way to the heart of the Carnal Connections land.

It was agonizingly cold. His nose, jaw, and ears were absolutely aching with cold and his fingers felt numb, but it was also exhilarating, flying over the snow after Verity. He loved watching her run. She was so damn graceful almost gliding over the snow, her paws hardly making any indentations in it at all.

Where the track ran out, she stood and waited for them under a tree. He turned the vehicle around and switched it off, the sudden silence almost deafening after the engine noise.

Ezra climbed off first, then Noah slid off the seat and shrugged the backpack from his shoulders. He opened it and pulled out an insulated blanket. “Change and wrap yourself in that,” he said to Verity.

“Undress,” he said to Ezra.

“Where’s my blanket?’

“We all share.”