Mating Rituals [Impulse 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (12 page)

They’d told her they were taking her out to dinner that night and that she might want to get some rest beforehand. Apparently things happened late in this community. Aisha agreed, because the thought of going back to all those dusty files after what she’d just experienced simply wasn’t an option. She’d just lie in bed and rest because she knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep.

When she opened her eyes and glanced at the clock it was almost seven in the evening. She’d slept soundly for almost three hours.

With a gasp she leapt from her bed and headed for the bathroom. The shower refreshed her, and when she wiped the steam from the mirror and glanced at her reflection she was pleased to see there was a sparkle in her eyes. Better yet, her skin looked as clear, fresh, and revitalized as she herself felt. Even her freckles, large and prominent across the bridge of her nose, didn’t bother her as much as usual.

“That’s what a mind-blowing orgasm does for a girl,” she said aloud, wondering what to wear.

Her doubts returned as she rummaged through the small supply of clothes she’d brought with her. Along with them came uncertainties and a whole raft of questions. Why had Tyrone done what he’d done to her? What was in it for him? Was it all a ruse to keep her away from her research because they knew the secret of the weather patterns here and didn’t want it leaking into the public domain?

Aisha shook her head, trying to think more rationally. It had been fun this afternoon, but she wouldn’t be deterred from her purpose again. She was here to get to the bottom of Impulse’s weird weather patterns and wouldn’t allow anything or anyone to stand in her way. She liked and respected the guys, but this was business.

She pulled the only dress she’d brought with her off its hanger and slipped into it. A sheath in shiny, green stretchy material that hung off her tits and sculpted her body. It looked good on camera, she was told, but Aisha had always thought it was too revealing, displaying every bulge and pocket of fat. She no longer cared. She wasn’t out to impress anyone. She was here because she had a job to do—nothing more.

Aisha brushed her corkscrew curls into some sort of submission, applied makeup with a light hand, and, for once, didn’t bother to conceal her freckles. She slid her feet into sandals with four-inch, confidence-giving heels, picked up her purse, and headed for the sitting room.

* * * *

As soon as lunch was cleared away and they’d persuaded Aisha to rest, Kane and Tyrone lost no time in going to their own room, closing the door this time before they got down to business.

“Christ, that was hot,” Kane said. “Watching Aisha, I mean. I can’t believe how sensual our mate actually is.”

“I think we just scratched the surface there,” Tyrone replied. “There’s a whole lot more passion inside her just waiting to be released.”

“Yeah, I hear you. And talking of scratching…”

Kane expelled a long sigh as he pulled Tyrone into his arms and slid his mobile tongue deep down his throat. Tyrone ground his pelvis against Kane’s and brought his hands into play. He unzipped Kane’s pants, delved inside, and squeezed his balls just the way Kane liked to have them squeezed. With their lips fused together, Kane still managed to groan aloud. He so needed to be fucked and broke the kiss in order to issue commands.

“I need to be tied up, lover.”

Tyrone laughed. “Think I need to be told?”

“Just hurry the fuck up.”

Both men stripped and stood facing one another, huge cocks rigid—thick, cut, and throbbing like crazy.

“Get down on all fours,” Tyrone said curtly.

As soon as Kane was in position, Tyrone moved in with a whip. It was an especially brutal piece of equipment, but both men knew Kane could take it in his present state of heightened awareness. Tyrone brought the thong down so hard that it cracked like a pistol shot as it lashed against his skin. Kane cried out and his cock jerked even more rigidly to attention as he waited for the almost unbearable pain to transmute to pleasure. Every nerve ending in his body sang with pleasure as the hot, pulsating rush spread through his bloodstream and further engorged his cock.

“More!”

“It’s marking your ass.”

“Like I give a shit about that. Just do it!”

Before Tyrone did so he smeared lube all over Kane’s backside and worked it into his anus with an extended claw. The thong coming down on his greasy ass added a new dimension of pain and, ultimately, even greater pleasure. Kane hissed as the whip cut into his flesh, thinking of Aisha. Of how adorable she’d looked with her legs spread wide, her cunt on view, her nipples solid and juices flowing from her pussy as she uninhibitedly went after what she craved.

“Enough,” Kane said when Tyrone flogged him a third time. “Get down here. Your ass is mine.”

“Thought you wanted to be tied up.”

“Change of plan.”

“Don’t say the master of control has lost control.”

“Are you kidding me? I almost came in my pants when I watched what you did to Aisha. Don’t tell me you didn’t as well.”

“Yeah, it was pretty hot.”

“She’s damned hot. A real babe. Our babe. No way in this world is she getting away from us.” Kane fisted his cock. “I can’t wait to give her some of this.”

Tyrone chuckled. “Only some of it? Something tells me our mate won’t settle for half measures.”

“She won’t have to.”

They swapped positions and Kane knelt behind Tyrone, applying the lube to his ass with a heavy hand.

“Nothing will change between us, lover.” Kane leaned down and bit Tyrone’s ass hard enough to make him groan. “I can’t give up having your huge cock any more than I can pass on Aisha. We’ll make a great threesome.”

“Count on it.”

“Okay, buddy, here’s the deal. I’m gonna do to you what you did to Aisha. I’m gonna fuck your ass and you’re not gonna come. When I’m done, I’ll come right on down there and suck you into seventh heaven.”

“Hey, that’s not fair. I didn’t touch Aisha, much less penetrate her. But you’re gonna fuck me and expect me to keep it together.”

“I know you can.”

“Just hurry the fuck up then.”

Kane reached beneath Tyrone, grabbed his balls, and tugged at the hairs on his scrotum. At the same time he agitated his frenulum nerve bundle on the underside of his shaft, just below the head. Tyrone groaned.

“You don’t play fair.”

Kane chuckled. “Life ain’t fair.”

Kane grabbed a cock ring, slid it into place, and then rammed himself into Tyrone without giving him any warning. Tyrone was up for the challenge and pushed back to welcome the invasion, panting as they moved in unison.

“That’s un-fucking-believable,” Tyrone moaned.

“Yeah, it is, especially since you don’t get to come.”

“Fucking sadist!”

Kane pushed deeper and leaned forward to bite Tyrone’s shoulder, hard enough to draw blood. Tyrone threw back his head and growled.

“Shit, buddy, I can’t take much more.”

“If you come, there will be consequences.”

Kane’s loaded balls slapped against Tyrone’s buttocks. He felt them tighten and pull up, a sure sign that he was about to come. But he didn’t want to—not until he’d teased Tyrone into losing control first. He reached to one side, delved into Tyrone’s box of tricks, and found what he was looking for. He slowed his thrusts and attached the leather studded collar he’d retrieved around Tyrone’s neck.

“Now you’re just being downright mean,” Tyrone complained, panting and sweating with expectation.

“Yeah, that’s why you love me.”

Kane delved deep into Tyrone’s ass again, but this time he tugged on the collar at the same time, restricting Tyrone’s air supply. He withdrew almost all the way and hit Tyrone’s prostate with his next thrust. It was all it took.

“Fuck it, Kane!”

Tyrone ejaculated all over the rug, straining, shaking, swearing, and predicting dire consequences because Kane had cheated. Kane laughed as he shot his load deep inside Tyrone’s ass and collapsed on the soiled rug beside him.

“I suppose you think that’s funny,” Tyrone said, laughing as he leaned over and kissed Kane’s lips.

They fell into bed and slept for a while, literally too satiated to keep their eyes open. An hour later they woke and made love again, slowly and tenderly this time—well, tenderly by their standards, which meant Kane finally got to be tied up. Afterward they lay in one another’s arms, talking about Aisha.

“She’s teetering on the brink,” Tyrone said, sounding unnaturally serious. “She has real hang-ups about those pricks she works with and feels the need to prove herself.”

“Yeah, I got that part.” Kane scratched his head. “But is she really so unsure about herself as a person? I mean, her looks are sensational. Most women are acutely aware of the effect they have on men.”

“Not her,” Tyrone said with authority. “She really doesn’t get it. Something to do with working in the television industry, I guess.”

“Then we owe it to her to make her see just what a looker she is.”

“What do you think all that was about earlier?”

“Yeah, it was a damned good start, but we can do better. Still, now’s not the time to discuss it. Come on, we need to shower. Time’s a-wastin’.”

They were both in the living room when Aisha appeared, dressed in a figure-hugging green sheath.

“Wow!” Kane whistled his appreciation. “Going somewhere nice?”

“Am I overdressed?” she asked anxiously.

“Nope, you’re absolutely perfect.” Kane kissed the top of her head. “Come on, I can’t wait to show you off.”

“Is it far?” she asked. “The air. I’m not sure if I can—”

“All taken care of,” Tyrone said. “Come this way, madam, your chariot awaits.”

The two leopards escorted her down the stairs. A golf cart was pulled up at the front door, and Kane helped her into the backseat.

“This is different,” she said, laughing.

“Nothing’s too good for our girl,” Kane said, winking at her as he slid behind the wheel and started the machine up.

The journey to the Cat’s Whiskers took all of two minutes. Kane stopped the golf cart as close to the door as he could get and Tyrone helped Aisha out of it.

“You have to understand,” Kane said, taking up a position on her opposite side, “that the Cat’s Whiskers is the hub of Impulse society. Nothing goes on in this town that the locals don’t gather here to talk about.”

“But surely there’ll be tourists here as well?”

“I doubt it. They have the same problem as you and so they tend to stick to their hotels.”

“Well then, I’m honored.”

Tyrone pushed the door open and they were greeted by a cacophony of noise. It stopped almost completely when people noticed the trio standing in the doorway and all heads turned in their direction. If Aisha felt conspicuous to be the subject of such acute scrutiny, she gave no sign. Her television training kicking in, Kane supposed.

“Is it always this busy?” she asked.

“They’re curious to see you, darlin’,” Tyrone said.

“Me!” She sounded genuinely surprised. “Why?”

“Because you’re staying with us,” Kane replied, taking her elbow and guiding her through the crowd. “We don’t often have houseguests, and people are interested.”

“Or just damned nosy,” Tyrone added.

“Well, I hope I don’t disappoint.”

“You don’t!” Kane and Tyrone said together.

Aisha’s initial instinct was to panic. Perhaps her television career hadn’t taken off because she disliked being the center of attention. That should have told her all she needed to know about her doomed career in front of the camera long before now. Even so, she’d learned enough to be able to handle this situation. She took a deep breath, tossed her head so that her hair cascaded over her shoulders and across her face, giving her something to hide behind, and smiled until her face hurt.

When no one seemed to find anything amiss about her, even though Aisha knew she was far from the perfect specimen she’d spent so many hours striving to be, her panic gradually receded. It was replaced by a sense of warmth and well-being when the locals accepted her as though she was one of them, including her in their conversations, asking her opinions, and appearing to actually listen to what she had to say in response. Aisha had never really fit in anywhere before, and already she could see there was a lot to be said for community spirit and lack of competition. That’s what she’d been doing all her adult life—striving to be the very best at everything she did—and look where it had gotten her.

As she took in her surroundings, something struck her as strange about the atmosphere inside this spacious waterside bar, and it had nothing to do with the thin air. It was the people themselves who were remarkable. They were all exceptionally good looking and seemed to move with the same feline grace that she’d noticed in Kane and Tyrone. It was a bit like being surrounded by her glamorous colleagues again, only this time she wasn’t made to feel inadequate. Nor did she feel the need to justify her existence by overachieving.