Vegetarian Mate [Pack Law 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (16 page)

Jarrod passed her her clothes, and finally she was dressed. She intended to reach out and take Jarrod’s and Brax’s hands into hers, but Malcolm surprised her. Squealing in shock, she found herself swung off the ground and into his arms.

He grinned down at her and then began to walk toward the house. Instead of letting her down in the living room like she expected him to, Malcolm continued until they were outside the bedroom door.

“Close your eyes, Rochelle,” he ordered quietly. “Good girl. Now keep them closed, and no peeking.”

“What’s going on?”

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

Malcolm moved again, and although she had the urge to peek, she didn’t. The scent of flowers filled her nostrils, and Malcolm slid her down the length of his body until her feet were on the ground. He shifted again and pulled her down onto his lap.

“You can open your eyes now.”

Rochelle gasped. The bed quilt was covered with the petals from roses and orchids. The floral scent permeated the room. Candles were lit and covered nearly every surface, and the light was turned down low.

“It’s so beautiful. Thank you.” She kissed Malcolm’s lips and hugged him tight.

Malcolm smiled, stood up, and carried her toward the adjoining bathroom. After turning on and adjusting the faucets, he walked into the shower and took them both beneath the warm spray. Once they were both wet, he walked to the inset bench and sat with her on his lap once more.

Jarrod and Brax walked into the room, and she watched their naked bodies move from beneath her lowered lashes. Her libido, which had been simmering for the last couple of days, erupted into a raging inferno, and she wriggled on Malcolm’s thighs.

“We’ll take care of you, sweetness. Just relax and let us wash you.” Malcolm’s warm, moist breath tickled her ear and sent her horniness rocketing into the stratosphere.

Instead of doing what he said, she reached up and grabbed his hair and pulled his mouth down to hers. She kissed him with all the pent-up desire she was feeling and whimpered when he thrust his tongue into her mouth. She was burning up with sexual need and didn’t want to wait anymore. So instead of stopping when she felt Jarrod and Braxton washing her, she just kept right on going. She didn’t even stop when water flowed over her, rinsing her body.

Malcolm shifted and stood up straight, and she lifted her head to groan with frustration. More hands reached for her body, and she found herself wrapped in a towel and in Braxton’s arms. She didn’t want to wait for them to dry her. Rochelle wanted and needed her mates to love her now. And she wanted them all at the same time.

“Bed. Now!” she growled.

Brax dove for the bed and pulled her down with him. He ended up on his back with her on top of him. His big, muscular body was radiating heat, and that only made her burn hotter. Placing her hands on his cheeks, she lowered her head and slanted her mouth over his.
God sakes, my men all taste so good.

She lifted slightly when hands pulled at the towel wrapping her body and sighed into Brax’s mouth as their tongues danced. Rochelle had never felt so turned on. Just one touch from them could send her rocketing off into bliss.

More hands connected with her body and swept over her from shoulders to ass. She wiggled enticingly, seductively, begging Jarrod and Malcolm to touch her more intimately.

“Shh, baby, we know what you want. Let us take care of you and make you feel good,” Jarrod rasped.

Fingers slipped down between her legs, and she mewled at the pleasurable contact to her aching flesh. She cried out when two fingers entered her pussy and stroked her dripping depths. The fingers were quickly removed, and then she was being lifted. She reached for Brax, and he took hold of her hips as her hands landed on his shoulders. Helping to align her body to his, he then began to press inside her wet pussy.

“Shit,” Brax groaned. “You feel so good, darlin’. You are so fucking tight.”

Rochelle felt the ache deep inside her alleviate slightly when Braxton’s hard cock nudged against her womb. When she tried to rock her hips and move on him, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her down onto his chest.

“Stay still, darlin’, we don’t want to hurt you.”

“Move!” Rochelle demanded. “I need more, damn it.”

“I’ll give you more, baby,” Jarrod said from close behind. “Just stay still.”

Cold, wet fingers touched her anus, and she couldn’t prevent her muscles from tightening. Jarrod didn’t stop touching her, and he continued to talk to her until his fingers were all the way inside her ass. The sensation of having delicate, virgin nerves stroked was out of this world.

Her body was so primed she hoped she didn’t explode before she had all her men’s cocks in her body.

“Tell me if I hurt you, baby.”

Speech was beyond her, so she grunted instead and concentrated on trying to keep her body relaxed as Jarrod began to press his erection into her bottom. The feeling took her breath away. She panted and pushed back against him, trying to alleviate the pinching burn to her back entrance. He didn’t force his way in but took his time and gave her body time to adjust to the intrusion.

“I’m in, baby,” Jarrod panted. “You’ve taken every single inch of me.”

Using her arms, she pushed up from Braxton’s chest and whimpered when the two cocks inside her body jerked and slipped a little deeper, but she was missing one of her men, and she needed to be connected to all of them. Turning her head, she sighed when she saw Malcolm waiting patiently beside her on his knees. The sexy bastard was stroking his own cock while looking at where her ass and cunt took his brothers.

“Malcolm.”

He knew what she wanted and shifted closer. His hard dick brushed against her lips. She opened wide and sucked him in without preamble. There was no time to lick and tease. Rochelle wanted her men to come in her body as she climaxed with them. She began to bob her head up and down Malcolm’s shaft, making sure to swirl her tongue around the sensitive crown of his cock when she retreated.

Giving a wiggle of her hips, she then moaned around the cock in her mouth when Jarrod and Braxton began to move inside her. They started off slow and in counterthrusts.

One advanced while the other retreated, but as they increased the speed of their sliding cocks, they changed the rhythm and angle of each thrust until finally her mates were fucking her at the same time. She wrapped her hand around the base of Malcolm’s cock and pumped the flesh she couldn’t take into her mouth. He was way too long, and she wasn’t game to try and take him down her throat.

The groaning noises he made let her know that he was enjoying her ministrations. Rochelle’s body felt like it was a rubber band being stretched taut with each stroke of her mates’ cocks, and the tingling warmth which had been simmering began to flare out from her womb, down into her pussy and legs. She sobbed around Malcolm’s cock, and he groaned.

“I’m gonna come, sweetness. It’s up to you if you want to pull off or swallow.”

Rochelle sucked him as deep as she could stand and groaned as his cock expanded and pulsed in her mouth. Warm jets of salty-sweet cum shot over her tongue and down her throat. She licked and sucked until he could take no more, and she released him with a pop as he collapsed on the bed beside them.

As she let go, the rubber band snapped. Rochelle screamed with rapturous pleasure as wave upon wave of bliss swept over her convulsing body. Her muscles clamped and released on the two cocks stroking in and out of her ass and pussy, but they didn’t stop. They just kept right on going, making sure she rode out the waves of pleasure until the very end. Jarrod let out a deep, rumbling groan as his cock expanded in her ass and he shot her full of his cum.

Braxton followed scant seconds later, but he didn’t groan—he roared as he filled her pussy full of semen. Still gasping for breath, the occasional aftershock wracking her body, she collapsed down on top of Brax. Her eyelids were heavy, and even though she was close to dozing she was still very much aware of what was going on around her.

Jarrod gently extricated his cock from her ass and got off the bed. Brax rolled them both over onto their sides, his semiflaccid cock slipping free from her body. Water ran in the bathroom, and then she was being cleaned up with a warm, soapy cloth, the scent of her familiar bodywash drifting to her nose. A dry towel followed, and then the mattress bounced and dipped as her men got comfortable.

“Will you marry us, darlin’?” Brax whispered into her ear as he cuddled her close.

Rochelle reached out for Malcolm. He was lying at the bottom of the bed, his hand resting on her thigh, and Jarrod was cuddled up to her back.

“Do you know how glad I am that I had to be changed into a werewolf?”

“We’re happy if you are, sweetness.” Rochelle nearly smiled when she heard the wariness in Jarrod’s voice but held it back.

“Did you hear what Brax asked you, baby?”

“Do you know why I am glad I am now a werewolf?

“Why, darlin’?” Brax asked, but she could hear the frustration in his voice.

“Because now I know how good it feels to run on four paws and not stumble over my own feet. The wind ruffling through my fur feels like I’m being lightly petted, and I can now join you all each time you go out for a run. And lastly”—she gave them a sassy smile—“my eyes turn golden when I speak to you telepathically.”

“We’ll we’re happy if you’re happy, baby.” Jarrod’s voice sounded rather vexed.

Deciding she had teased them long enough, she said, “God sakes, I think we’d better get married real quick. I am so hungry I could eat a whole veggie garden, and the baby has only just been conceived. Just think about…”

Rochelle didn’t get to finish her sentence because her three men started howling with joy, and then she was being smothered in love.

THE END

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