Lords of the Were (10 page)

“You’re beautiful, Allie.” His whispered words hit her heart with tender thumps. “We’re going to love you like you’ve never been loved before. Soon.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.”

Rafe chuckled at her mumbled words, but Tim slapped her ass with one hand, making her clench on his invading fingers as she jumped.

Masculine growls of appreciation sounded from both her mates.

“You’re a disrespectful wench. Even though your eagerness for my fingers pleases me, you’ve still earned punishment.” Tim eased his fingers from her ass and pushed her into Rafe’s waiting arms as he went to the sink and washed up.

“You don’t mind his little domination games, do you, Allie?” Rafe’s whisper soothed her as she realized he truly cared about her response.

He was her protector—even from his own brother, if need be—and he was letting her know that with every gentle touch, every soft caress.

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want it, Rafe, but thanks for asking.” He hugged her close. “If you feel uncomfortable at all, you just tell me. Okay, honey?”

She nodded against his chest. “Don’t you like a submissive woman?” Rafe rumbled under her ear. “You know I do. I’m every bit as alpha as my brother, but only if you want it, sweetheart. Neither of us would ever hurt you. At least not in a way you didn’t enjoy.” He smacked her butt with an open palm, the sound echoing through the room as she squealed.

Rafe bent, kissing her senseless with Tim at her back, enclosing her in warmth. Tim’s big hands rubbed up and down over her ass, the curve of her waist and then up to tangle with her hands, holding them tight behind her as Rafe stepped back.

“Yes, you’re eager, but still too disobedient.” He looked at her body with appraising eyes, warming her with his heated gaze.

“I bet her ass likes to be spanked,” Tim tugged her closer as he bent to her ear. “Have you ever been spanked by a lover before, wench? Has your sweet ass ever turned pink under another man’s hand?”

“No.” She shook her head as Rafe leaned back against the table, watching her every move.

“No, what?” Tim sat on the chair and brought her over his knee.

“No, master.”

“Ah, now you decide to be obedient.” Tim arranged her hands downward so she was grasping the legs of the sturdy kitchen chair.

“Don’t think that will help you, woman. Your body is going to learn who masters it. Do you understand?”

She hesitated, momentary fear making her senses sharper. She was completely at Tim’s mercy and vulnerable in this position as she’d never been in her life.

“I said, do you understand?” Tim smacked her once, lightly, on the fleshy part of her butt.

“Yes, master.”

“I like the sound of that,” Tim said, bringing his hand down in a harder smack, “but I’m not yet convinced.” Her breasts bobbed against the side of his thigh as Tim’s spread legs supported her. His hand came down repeatedly, soft, then hard, smoothing, then smacking as she tried her best to stay still. Her position was precarious at best, but Tim held her securely with one strong hand while the other spanked her ass.

Unbelievably, the pain shifted into something hot and volatile. The strokes of his hand became tantalizing rather than torturous. He paused, spreading her legs and stroking her wet, wet pussy, even daring to smack her lightly there, sending her into orbit with an orgasm she hadn’t expected.

“She likes that, Tim,” Rafe commented from a few feet away. “How about you bring that pussy over here and I teach it who its master is?” Allie gasped at the thought of it. Surely he couldn’t mean…?

“You always did like to spank pussy best, didn’t you?” Tim pushed her up off his lap and placed her on the kitchen table in one smooth, powerful move. Before she knew it, she was flat on her back with Tim holding her arms above her head and Rafe between her wide-spread legs. He brought the chair over and sat, pulling her to the edge of the table so he could get an up-close-and-amazingly-personal view of her wet cunt.

“She’s very wet,” Rafe observed, spreading her nether lips with knowing fingers.

“She likes her discipline. That’s good in a wench.” Tim shifted both of her wrists to one large hand, holding her securely while his other hand zeroed in on one pouting nipple. He pinched it gently, watching it rise to his coaxing. He moved to the other nipple as Rafe suddenly plunged three huge fingers up into her sopping wet cunt.

Allie couldn’t help it, she screamed. Both men had smug grins on their faces when she could again focus her eyes.

“She likes that too,” Rafe observed, pulling his fingers from her still spasming pussy. “Perhaps too much.”

“Seems to me she’s having too much fun, Rafe. She needs a spanking to remind her of her place.” Tim’s voice rumbled from above her and she saw that he watched every movement his brother made between her thighs as one hand played with and pinched her nipples.

“My pleasure.”

Allie tensed at the idea of what they planned to do. That had to hurt, but then, she’d been afraid of other things they’d showed her, and so far, the twins had been delightfully showing her just how wrong her assumptions had been. She tensed, but raised no objection as Rafe met her gaze with a question in his own.

“Do you want this, woman? Will you take your spanking like a dutiful wench?” Rafe asked softly, giving her a chance to cry off. Just the idea he would give her the choice made her want to follow where these two wonderful men led.

“Yes, master.”

Rafe smiled wickedly as he returned his focus to her spread pussy.

He played with her clit, even dipping his tongue close to lick the little nubbin, sucking it all-too-briefly into his mouth as he licked up her juices.

“You taste like warm honey,” Rafe observed when he came up for air, plying his fingers deftly through her curls. “I bet all your former lovers spent hours feasting between your thighs, didn’t they?” A little tug on her curls prompted an answer even as she felt her face flame.

Tim pinched one of her nipples hard, shocking her eyes up to his.

“Rafe asked you a question. Did those other men enjoy licking your cum?”

She shook her head, unable to give them the embarrassing words.

Tim pressed her, concern clouding the passion flaming in his eyes.

“Didn’t any of your other lovers ever go down on you?” He pulled at her nipple, tugging hard while Rafe bent back to her pussy, his tongue plunging deeper than she expected up her tight hole.

“No!” she cried as Rafe’s tongue rasped over her sensitive tissues. “No one’s ever…”

“Selfish bastards!” Tim was outraged as he lowered himself so he could kiss her deeply. When he raised his head, there were tears in her eyes which he kissed away, licking the saltiness from her skin. “We’re going to kiss your pussy every morning, Allie. I promise you. It’ll never want for kisses again.”

The fire in Tim’s eyes flamed hotter. “Maybe we’ll shave you bare down there. I’d enjoy seeing you bald and I understand it’ll make you even more sensitive.” He seemed to think about it as his grin widened.

“I’d enjoy the maintenance too, I think. What do you think, Rafe? Should we shave her?”

“Don’t I get a say in this?” Allie wanted to know, forgetting her submissive role for the moment.

But that’s just what her men wanted, she realized as Rafe delivered a stinging smack to her clit. She jumped in shock and roaring pleasure as the sting transformed into passion.

“You’ll be shaved if we say you will. Don’t forget who is master here, wench.”

Rafe punctuated his words with more little slaps to different areas of her wide-spread thighs. He hit the tender crease where thigh met body, the fleshy lips framing the tender hole. He smacked the pad at the top and all around the sensitive nubbin that stood out, practically screaming for his attention, but avoided that most tender part until the last stinging blow.

When he smacked her clit once more, she came like a rocket, her body spasming as Rafe rubbed her with circular motions, milking the orgasm for all it was worth. She cried out as Tim pinched her nipples, sucking one deep into his mouth, using his teeth gently on her excited skin, while her orgasm raged on and on.

Even before she came down from the sky, she felt herself being lifted from the table and bent over the edge, face down. Rafe pushed the hard head of his rampant cock against her until her pussy swallowed it down where it belonged. At the same time, Tim moved in front of her, pressing his cock to her mouth.

She sucked at him eagerly as Rafe drove into her. There was no respite. The amazingly high plateau she’d reached with that last orgasm stretched on and on as her men pushed her still higher. Rafe pounded into her from behind, pushing her mouth onto Tim’s cock in a driving rhythm. She strained toward the higher peak, feeling something amazing lay just out of reach, but Rafe and Tim were there, with her, pushing her pleasure higher than it had ever gone before.

“I’m close,” Rafe said over her head as Tim grunted in agreement.

“Come for us now, baby,” Tim coaxed with a growl as Rafe brought his big hand down once, twice, three times on her ass.

Allie splintered apart with a keening cry as she soared even higher than before. She felt Rafe tense inside her and felt the spurts of hot cum fill her womb, then her mouth as Tim joined him in orgasm, gushing inside her mouth. He tried to move away, but she held him, sucking hard at his spasming cock, drinking down his cum as if it were the finest wine.

And to her it was. He tasted divine. Of heaven and love. He tasted like he was hers, like she belonged to him and his cum belonged to her. She would never get enough.

“God, baby!” Tim choked out, watching her as she looked up at him through her eyelashes, licking every last drop into her mouth. Suddenly she wanted to taste Rafe, but he was still coming inside her.

Rafe pulled gently out long moments later and she turned in his arms. Smiling devilishly, she leaned down to suck his cock into her mouth, humming in satisfaction when he gasped.

“Baby, you’re killing me!” Rafe gasped as his cock tried to come back to life under her mouth.

She smiled as she pulled away. “I like the taste of your brother. I just wanted to taste you too, Rafe.”

Both men groaned at her admission.

“She’s definitely going to be the death of us,” Tim said as he collapsed against the table. Rafe fell into the chair and pulled her down onto his lap as he grinned over at his twin.

“Yeah, but what a way to go.”

Her Aunt Jilly’s kids were as rambunctious and joyful as a sackful of kittens. Allie found herself just sitting back and watching later that evening as the younger ones careened around her new living room. The place was kid-proof enough that they could chase each other without the adults having to intervene too much, but other than being very active, they were quiet children.

Allie thought that might have something to do with the fact that they were were cats, but she’d have to ask Rafe or Tim later to be sure.

“Don’t mind the cubs, they have a lot of energy at their age.” Ryan smiled as he scooped the five-year-old off the floor, patted him on the butt and sent him back to where the seven-and eight-year-olds were stalking each other around the ottoman. Allie instinctively liked the older man, finding him steady of character and blessed with a wry wit.

He seemed to act as a calming influence on the spirited children and his wife as well.

Allie simply loved the way her Aunt Jilly bubbled. She had an effervescent personality that made you just want to be near her.

“Do they… I mean, can they…um…change?”

“Shift, you mean?” Jilly laughed as she shook her head. “No, not for a few years yet, thank goodness. They’re hard enough to keep track of as it is!”

Allie laughed with them but realized how much she didn’t know about her heritage. Unfamiliar with children of any species, Allie

admitted freely that she was more than a bit overwhelmed by the brood her aunt and uncle managed with calm aplomb.

“Of course, Leslie will be beginning her training next year.” Ryan patted his oldest child’s head. The girl had flowing golden hair and wide golden topaz eyes. She was eleven now, which meant this mysterious

“training”, which Allie supposed had something to do with learning how to shift into animal form, would start around age twelve.

Allie didn’t quite understand the mixed look of pride and concern in Ryan and Jilly’s eyes as they looked at their oldest, but she wondered if learning how to shift weren’t more dangerous than it appeared. Yet another thing she’d have to ask Rafe and Tim when she had a chance.

Suddenly the list of things she needed to learn seemed very long.

Rafe collapsed onto the couch next to her and wrapped one big arm around her shoulders, drawing Allie against his side. Rafe and Tim had volunteered to load the dishwasher after dinner while Allie visited with her aunt and uncle and their cubs.

“The Cougar Clan allows their cubs to shift beginning at thirteen.

Some of the other tribes, packs and clans set different ages, but most coincide with the onset of puberty.” Rafe’s deep voice sounded low in her ear as he explained.

“How did you know?”

Rafe kissed the tip of her nose before moving back. “Sweetheart, the questions in your eyes were plain to see.” Allie looked over at her family, only to intercept a knowing nod between her aunt and uncle. She thought she knew them, and their senses of humor, well enough by now to call them on it.

“Now what was that for?” she challenged the older couple.

Jilly laughed while Ryan winked at her. “It’s just good to see our Rafe mated, that’s all. Some thought this day would never come—especially all

his ex-girlfriends.” Ryan laughed outright at that and Allie turned mildly accusing eyes to Rafe.

“Are you a playboy, Rafe? And how in the world do they know if we’re mated or not?”

Jilly leaned forward with a conspiratorial grin. “As to the first, yes, Rafe has broken many a wolf bitch’s heart. And as for the latter, their scent is all over you, as is yours on them. Add to that the way he can practically read your mind already, and well, I’ve seen enough true matings in my time to know when I’m in the presence of the real thing.