Mating Rituals [Impulse 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (16 page)

Tyrone was right, he couldn’t go in naked, nor could he risk ejaculating inside her, just in case the condom split. Just in case he’d already fucked another woman, which meant he’d blow his shifter capabilities if he went all the way with Aisha. He felt Tyrone slapping lube over his ass and leaned back to kiss the man he loved and would willingly die for. Then he reapplied his attention to Aisha, so open and ready for him, so sensual, so everything he’d almost given up hope of finding. He wanted to tell her that he loved her, that he’d always be there for her, to protect her and keep her safe.

But Kane wasn’t into making promises unless he was sure he could keep them. His actions would just have to do the talking for him. He leaned forward and removed her blindfold. She blinked up at him, a question in eyes rendered hazy with passion.

“You need to see this,” he said, bending to claim her lips in a firm, drugging kiss.

Lust and quiet determination to give their mate the time of her life ripped through Kane as he savored her sweet lips and plundered her mouth with his tongue. She responded with a hungry desire that tore at his heartstrings, her mouth fusing to his like she never wanted to break the connection. Kane didn’t either, but he also had other burning needs.

“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he said curtly.

She did as he asked, clinging like a monkey as she offered him the ultimate gift of her pussy. Kane parted her creamy folds and sighed as he slipped just the tip of his throbbing erection into her.

“How does that butt plug feel?” he asked.

“Hot and heavy,” she replied. “But not as good as your cock feels inside my cunt.”

“You’ve hardly got any of it yet.”

“I know. What’s the holdup?”

Tyrone laughed from behind Kane and slapped his butt. “Greedy pair of beggars is what you two are.”

Kane watched for Aisha’s reaction as Tyrone slid his cock smoothly into Kane’s anus. He wondered if she’d be repulsed or turned on by it. He wasn’t surprised when her eyes widened with interest. How could a mate of theirs ever be prudish?

“Like what you see, honey?”

“You’re going to be in the middle?”

“Hmm, how would you like to be in that position?”

She chewed at her lower lip, as though thinking about it. “Tempting, but you guys are too big for me.”

Tyrone laughed as he worked his way deeper into Kane’s anus. “Don’t underestimate yourself, darlin’.”

Kane closed his eyes and allowed himself to sink a little farther into the welcoming warmth of Aisha’s tight cunt. It was the most astonishing feeling. Indescribable. Like heaven on earth.

“You like?”
Tyrone pheromoned tauntingly.

It was all right for his buddy. He’d been mated to a female shifter, so he’d had full-on sex with a woman many times. Kane never had—at least not as far as he could recall.

“Fucking amazing!”

“Let’s pick up the pace. You can’t linger in there for too long.”

“I know. I know.”

As though sensing their mental conversation, Aisha tightened her vaginal muscles around Kane’s cock, milking it, going for what she wanted because she wasn’t prepared to wait. Kane was in no position to chastise her and moved with Tyrone, who was setting the pace from behind. He reached beneath Aisha and pushed the butt plug a little deeper.

“You’ve got it all now, sweet thing,” he said in a husky voice. “Does it feel good?”

“It feels amazing. Seeing Tyrone fucking you at the same time is a real turn-on. Slap his butt, Tyrone. Give him some of his own medicine.”

“His butt’s getting plenty of punishment from my balls, darlin’. Can’t you hear them crashing against him?”

“Is that what it is? Oh shit, go deeper, Kane, I’m going to come for you.”

Kane and Tyrone moved faster and Aisha thrashed against his cock like a wild beast, squirming, thrusting, doing everything she could to draw every last inch of him as deep as he was prepared to go. Swearing, Kane reached for a pillow and shoved it beneath her butt.

“Now I’m really fucking you,” he said breathlessly, going at it for all he was worth. “Take what you need, sweetheart. It’s all for you.”

“I am…I, hell that’s amazing!”

She closed tightly around his cock and yelled his name. At the same time Tyrone exploded inside his butt, pulsating like he was never going to stop coming. Kane thought of dead felines, the starving masses in Africa, all the things that were meant to hold a man back. It didn’t help much. Never had he needed to come more. He felt sweat break out on his brow, his muscles strained, his balls tightened, and a vein throbbed behind his temple. He willed her to finish so he could withdraw, not having it in him to deprive her when she was clearly having such a good time.

Just when he thought he couldn’t hold on for a moment longer, her body finally stopped quivering and she shot him a triumphant smile. Tyrone withdrew at the same time as Kane pulled out of Aisha, ignoring the look of confusion on her face as he fisted the base of his cock. He whipped the condom off and shot his load all over her gorgeous tits, groaning as he came and then came some more. Eventually every drop of semen had been drained out of him and was spread across her lovely chest.

He fell sideways next to her, completely spent. Tyrone released her hands, removed the nipple clamps, and went to get cloths to clean them all up. Just when Kane thought he couldn’t be surprised by anything their mate did, her next action almost floored him. With her gaze fastened to his face, she pushed her large tits high enough up between her hands to be able to lap up his semen with the tip of her tongue.

“I love the way you taste,” she said, running her tongue across her lips, now slick with his sperm.

Aisha woke up alone in Kane and Tyrone’s large bed. The soreness she felt when she moved was a pleasant reminder of the games they’d played the previous night—virtually all night. She stretched, unable to stop herself from grinning like an idiot. Both men had crushed her lips ruthlessly with their kisses, which explained why they throbbed when she smiled. She ran the tip of her tongue across her damaged mouth, laughing aloud when she recalled them saying she was a natural sub. Who would have thought she’d so love being dominated?

There was a lot she still had to learn about their lifestyle, and she could hardly wish for two more competent instructors. Anticipation, they’d constantly reminded her, was the key to ultimate satisfaction. Anticipation, obedience, and patience. That’s why they’d tied her up in so many different ways or had her watch the two of them making out while they ignored her completely. They had her touch herself only in the ways they wished her to, preventing her from bringing herself off, and so much more besides. Her only complaint was that neither of them had penetrated her after Kane’s initial foray, and even then he hadn’t actually come inside her.

Aisha frowned as that one tiny niggle continued to bug her, wondering if there was a reason for it. Were they holding back to teach her the patience and obedience they kept demanding? Or did they both have women in their lives and didn’t want to complicate those relationships? She tried not to feel jealous, but it was hard to suppress that ugly emotion after all they’d done together the night before. She’d had a quick look around the apartment the previous day when she was alone and hadn’t seen any evidence of a permanent female presence, but that didn’t mean anything. There was a picture of two small children on one side of the bed. Aisha wondered who they were. A niece and nephew perhaps.

Their women—or woman—were probably away and so they’d passed the time by playing with her. Unfortunately Aisha couldn’t enter into sexual relationships without getting emotionally involved. It was just the way she was programmed. The permissive age seemed to have passed her by. She’d convinced herself that Kane and Tyrone cared about her, which is why she’d played along with them, but in the cold light of day she realized just how naïve she was actually being.

Aisha glanced at the clock and saw that it was almost ten. For once she didn’t care that she’d overslept. She did wonder where the guys were, though, and that was motivation enough to get out of bed. She pushed back the covers, used their shower, and, too lazy to go to her own room in search of clothes, pulled one of Kane’s T-shirts over her nakedness. Then she wandered into the living room and found the two men who’d rocked her world the night before halfway through their breakfast.

“Good morning, darlin’,” Kane said. “Sleep well?”

How did he know she was there? She hadn’t made any noise and he hadn’t turned his head. She’d noticed that about them. They seemed to have extremely acute senses. She suppressed a giggle, her resolve to keep them at arm’s length already wobbling as she recalled that they had extremely acute other bits, too.

“Good morning,” she said, sitting down next to them, unsure what the protocol was when it came to the morning after the night before. They both seemed distracted, so she went for casual, like it was no big deal. She had no intention of clinging. A girl had her pride. “Yes, I slept just fine, thanks.”

Tyrone leaned in for a kiss. Kane did the same thing.

“Hope we didn’t hurt you,” Kane said. “We tend to get a bit carried away when we have someone as responsive as you to play with.”

Ah, so they did what they’d done to her with a lot of women.
Get real, Aisha. They’re drop-dead gorgeous. Surely you don’t think there’s anything special about you.

She flashed what she hoped was a nonchalant smile. “Did you hear me complaining?”

“Breakfast, sweetheart?” Tyrone asked. “We’re having scrambled eggs and bacon. Will that work for you?”

“Sounds great.” She patted her stomach. “I can’t believe I’m hungry again after eating so much last night. If I stay here for much longer, I’ll look like the side of a house.”

“We have ways of burning excess calories off,” Kane said, waggling his brows at her.

“I’m sure you do but I’m keen to get back to those records,” she said, reminding herself that she definitely wasn’t going to cling. “There’s a lot to get through, and it’s fascinating stuff.”

“Found out anything interesting?” Tyrone asked.

At last they were willing to discuss her reason for being here, causing her to wonder if they were anxious to be rid of her. They hadn’t said how long they intended for her to stay and she hadn’t told them she had another three weeks’ vacation time left.

“Actually, all the stuff I’ve read so far points to hurricane damage almost a hundred years ago heralding the change in the atmosphere,” she said, nodding her thanks as Tyrone placed coffee and a plate of food in front of her.

Kane nodded. “That’s the conclusion most other people reach.”

“Hmm, it’s not my conclusion, it’s just an observation. Hurricanes don’t cause climate change.”

“Global warming does,” Tyrone said. “Look what’s happening to the ice caps.”

“Yes, but there hasn’t been a marked change to the climate in these parts. It’s always been hot and humid.”

“Well then.” Tyrone shrugged. “That brings us back to that hurricane.”

“No, I think it’s a combination of Impulse being such a thin peninsula with the ocean on one side and Intracoastal on the other.” Aisha waved her fork in the air to emphasize her point. “The two flows of water must fight one another where they meet at the tip of Impulse and create some sort of hydroelectric force.”

“Yes, but those two bodies of water have been there for as long as Impulse has.”

“How about your underground springs then?”

The guys exchanged a wary glance. “How did you find out about them?”

She raised a brow. “I’m a meteorologist. It’s what I do.”

“Still not sure what difference they’d make.”

“Could be nothing, could be everything.” She shrugged. “I won’t know until I can do some practical research. How long have they been there?”

“Far back as I can remember,” Kane said.

“Oh, that’s disappointing. I was hoping they’d…well, sprung up during the last century.”

“Well, when you’re acclimatized you can check them out for yourself.”

“How long will that take?” she asked impatiently.

“Hey.” Kane touched her face. “Don’t you remember anything you learned last night?”
Do I ever!
“Patience is the key to everything. Impulse wasn’t built in a day.”

“Yes, I know, but this is exciting. I might actually be on to something, and not being able to get outside and check it out for myself is frustrating.”

“We have a good cure for frustration, too,” Tyrone said, sending her a predatory smile that caused her gut to clench and her mind to take a sensual detour.

“Don’t you two ever think about anything else?”

Aisha tried to sound disapproving but probably didn’t fool anyone, including herself. Definitely not herself. Tyrone didn’t respond, which surprised her. He seemed preoccupied, his flirting mechanical rather than heartfelt. Perhaps her appeal was already on the wane.

“We’re busy today,” Kane said, reinforcing that probability. “I’m tied up with tourist business and Tyrone has a meeting to prepare for this afternoon. Will you be all right here alone? There’s plenty of food in the fridge.”