Siren in Bloom [Texas Sirens 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (13 page)

She had the sudden urge to reach up and sink her hands into his barely there hair and pull his head toward her breasts. Where had that come from? Wolf Meyer was doing crazy good things to her ego and her libido.

“Now, let’s get to the fun part of the evening. I want to show you a couple of scenes. You’re going to watch, and then we’ll talk about them and how they made you feel.” He took her hand, threading his fingers through hers. Her small hand was engulfed in his big one. “Come on, sweetheart. Julian is getting ready to whip Finn. I’ve heard he’s hard on him. It should be interesting.”

He started to walk toward the far end of the dungeon, taking her away from Leo. She could breathe again. It was odd how much easier it was to concentrate on Wolf when she wasn’t directly in the same room with Leo. She found herself unaccountably positive for the first time in over a year.

A good portion of the crowd in the dungeon had gathered in front of the raised stage that dominated the far end of the floor. Shelley had seen it, but never in use. Julian had walked her through the dungeon when he’d given her a tour, but it was very different with a crowd of scantily dressed Doms and subs. Wolf made it to the front of the crowd, tugging her along. Though she was jostled back and forth, it seemed to Shelley that everyone got out of Wolf’s way as though his stature and presence ensured his status as the alpha male.

“Here we go, sweetheart.” He brought her in front of him, his big body a bulwark against the rest of the crowd.

“Hello,” a deep voice said from just to her left.

She turned slightly and saw a gorgeous man. Times two.

Twin Doms stood to her left, their lovely chests on display. Dark hair hung just below their ears and four perfectly blue eyes stared at her. Well, at her chest. Still, it made a girl feel like she still had it.

“Hi,” she replied, smiling. She noticed a small female between them dressed in a PVC mini dress that covered her from her shoulders to the middle of her thighs. It was fairly circumspect for a skintight dress, with the singular exception of the fact that there were holes cut out of the garment accommodating her small but nicely rounded breasts. She had a thick collar around her neck with a long chain attached. “Hello, Kitten.”

“We’re in charge of her tonight,” the Ken Doll she decided was Dom Number One said. He held Kitten’s leash in his hands but passed it off to his twin.

Kitten turned her pretty green eyes up. They widened as she looked up and up and up at Wolf. “Wow. You’re a very large man. Kitten would love it if you hurt her.”

“Down, Kitten!” Dom Number Two barked, pulling gently on the chain. Kitten whimpered and fell to her knees. Dom Number Two sighed. “Sorry, she gets very aggressive when she’s in the dungeon. And if she isn’t good, we’ll make her cover her breasts and take her out to the bar where no one will play with her.”

She didn’t look aggressive. She’d fallen to her knees, her legs spread and her head down. She looked deeply submissive. Dom Number One petted her hair.

“It’s all right, Kitten. Calm down.”

“And while Kitten is de-stressing, you can tell us your name, gorgeous,” Dom Number Two said with a little wink.

“Her name is Mine, asshole.” Wolf put an arm around her waist, pulling her back toward his body.

“Nice, brother. I thought you were a boy who liked to share your toys,” Leo said, moving to Wolf’s right.

Damn, she was surrounded by hot guys. Even that Logan fellow had a perfectly cut chest and lovely face. He grimaced a little and shrugged toward Wolf. “Sorry, man. I bragged about the summer and you and me and James.”

Wolf’s arm tightened. “No problem, man. I don’t mind a good ménage, but I’m not about to offer up my sub. A ménage is something between friends, and they’re not my friends.”

Dom Number One smiled, an easy curling of his fabulous lips. “We could be friends.”

Dom Number Two seemed to be the surlier of the two. “Probably not. I’m not very friendly. Kitten, up.”

Kitten popped up and immediately smiled at Leo. “Hello, boss.”

Leo nodded. “Good evening, Kitten. Are Ben and Chase treating you well?”

Kitten’s eyes slid away as she replied. “Yes, Sir. But they won’t hurt Kitten. They say Kitten hasn’t been good enough. This big man looks like he could hurt a sub. Kitten would really like to try fire play, Sir. Would you talk to the large, attractive man about burning Kitten?”

Yeah, Kitten had issues.

“Sorry, man, I tried to tell her she wasn’t cleared for that,” Dom Number One said.

“It’s all right, Ben.” Leo leaned forward. “Kitten, until Miss Janine clears you for play, all Julian will allow is two spankings a night. You know the rules. You don’t want to upset Finn, do you?”

Kitten’s head shook. “No. Kitten loves Finn. But you’re all wrong, you know. Kitten is not crazy. Kitten is just more perverted than the rest of you. One day you’ll see.” She turned her eyes up to Wolf. “And Kitten really would like to play with you, Sir. What’s your name?”

“His name is Mine, Kitten.” The words came out before Shelley could think about them. But they felt right. Kitten apparently got really chatty when she chucked her day clothes. Shelley had never heard Kitten able to put so many words together without stammering.

She could practically feel Wolf’s satisfaction. “Sorry, Kitten. I have a sub. And the name is Wolf. Wolf Meyer. Though I do go by Mine where Shelley is concerned.”

She thought she heard Leo say something about vomiting.

Julian Lodge stepped through the crowd, Finn and Dani at his sides.

“I love it when all my boys get along,” Julian said. He nodded Shelley’s way. “You look lovely, dear.”

Finn winked. He was wearing leathers but no shoes. “That top fits you perfectly.”

“By perfectly, he means it makes your boobs fall out,” Dani said. She was wearing a modified version of fet wear that showed off her lovely belly. And her boobs did, indeed, seem to be falling out.

But now that Leo was close, Shelley felt a bit self-conscious again.

“Oh, little one, if I’ve properly judged Master Wolf here, before long she’ll simply be naked,” Julian said with a little smile. Shelley’s whole body flushed at the thought, but Julian continued. “Master Wolf seems to be a man who likes to share the beauty of his sub with those around him.”

Wolf’s hands cupped her shoulders. “I don’t think she’s ready for that, Julian.”

“Oh, but one day she will be. She’ll find that sharing her own beauty is a wonderful thing.”

Dani grinned. “Yes, sharing is good, Master. And from what I’ve heard, Master Wolf is a very ‘sharing’ kind of person.”

Shelley looked up, and Wolf had flushed slightly, his eyes narrowing on Logan.

“Sorry, man. I thought it was fine to talk about it. I mean, have you seen where we are?” Logan asked.

“Dude, discretion,” Wolf shot back. “Have you told everyone?”

Logan shrugged. “I’m surrounded by crazy threesomes, man. It seems normal to me. When Dani there asked about my life in Bliss, I thought she was asking about the kinky stuff.”

“You’re in a threesome?” Shelley asked, her jaw dropping open. And he hadn’t bothered to mention that?

“No. I’ve never had a permanent threesome,” Wolf replied quickly.

“Just a whole bunch of short-term ones,” Logan supplied helpfully.

“Wolf, you’ve spent too much time in that town,” Leo said, his mouth firming to a flat line.

“I like Bliss,” Wolf admitted. He looked down at Shelley. “And your brother is in a happy threesome. You probably shouldn’t judge.”

“I wasn’t judging, Sir.” But she was thinking.

“And she did put down ménage on her list of sexual fantasies,” Julian added. “It was one of the reasons I decided Master Wolf would be perfect.”

“Julian, hello, perfect sharing twosome right here,” Dom Number One said.

Julian turned to the twin Doms, bowing slightly. “I apologize, Benjamin. I hadn’t heard you and Chase were looking for a permanent submissive. I will immediately begin looking for the perfect woman.”

Dom Number Two, who she’d figured out was named Chase, turned a little green. “Don’t you dare, Julian. Monogamy. The word makes me a little sick.”

“Well, it wouldn’t be monogamy, would it?” Julian pointed out. “The two of you can’t have a separate thought much less claim a woman on your own. I believe the word you’re looking for is polyandry.”

Ben shook his head. “Nope. Don’t like that one either. They both mean the same thing. One pussy for the rest of my life. I intend to live a very long time.”

Chase was quietly petting Kitten who had gotten back to her knees. Chase held her leash in his hands. “My little kitten doesn’t want commitment, does she?”

Kitten shook her head. “No, Sir. Kitten would like to try as many Masters as Kitten can.”

“Good, Kitten.” Chase stared at Julian like the man had threatened to hang him.

Julian waved it all off. “Come along, my loves. Let’s play until we can’t anymore. I suspect our littlest one is going to curb our playtime when he comes along,” Julian announced with a little grin.

“Julian, it’s a girl. The doctor said she’s a girl,” Dani insisted. “We had a sonogram last week, but Julian hasn’t gotten the message yet.”

Now Julian was the one who looked a little green. “No. This child is going to obey me not some sonogram.” He got down and spoke directly to his wife’s belly. “You will be a boy. Girls scare Papa. Grow a penis and quickly.”

He stood and sighed, seemingly satisfied that the fetus would do his bidding. Then he turned and walked up to the stage.

Finn covered his laugh. “You’ll have to excuse the Master. He’s in denial. The thought of having a daughter has, well, scared the crap out of him.”

“I’m a little worried he’ll try to exchange her,” Dani said.

“No, baby,” Finn replied, taking her hand. “He’ll take one look into her perfect little eyes and fall madly in love, and then the world had better watch out because he’s going to be a scary-as-fuck father. I fear for the teenaged idiot who tries to date our daughter.”

“Finn!” Julian’s bark had the whole room silent.

Finn straightened up quickly. “Come on, baby. He’s going to need a little something, if you know what I mean.”

“Really, Wolf?” Leo asked the minute they were gone. “Didn’t I teach you properly?”

Wolf grinned his brother’s way. “Yes, you told me to share my toys when we were kids.”

“Well, I certainly didn’t mean it that way.” Leo crossed his arms over his chest. He finally looked directly at her though there was a blank look on his face. “Is he treating you well?”

Her heart ached. He was so beautiful and so remote. “Yes. He’s been perfect, Sir.”

Sir. Not Leo. It was easier this way. Yes, Julian had been right. This was the right path.

Leo’s face tightened. “Good. Wolf, you have a key?”

Wolf shook his head. “Nah. I’ll find a motel. No problem. In a couple of weeks, I’ll start looking for an apartment. Don’t worry about me.”

Leo wasn’t having it. “You’ll stay at my place, Wolf. Logan already moved his stuff in. I have another bedroom ready for you, unless, of course, you want to share with Logan.”

Shelley stared at Leo just about ready to tell him off, but there was a little smirk on his face.

Wolf shot his brother the bird. “Fuck off, man.”

Leo’s smile grew. “Well, I know you like to share, brother.”

“You’re such a fucker.”

They seemed to be having some sort of brotherly moment. The kind no woman could really understand.

“Come on, Wolf. If Ma finds out you’re not staying with me, she’ll give me hell.”

Wolf turned away, his eyes going back to the stage. “Fine. I’ll stay with you until I find my own place.”

“Good.” Leo nodded her way and turned back to Logan as Julian strapped his partner to the St. Andrew’s Cross.

The crowd hushed, and the show began. Shelley forced her eyes to the stage, forgetting about the fact that she might be able to give up Leo, but it didn’t look like he would be out of her life anytime soon.

She watched as Julian Lodge’s perfectly formed body wielded the whip. There was a crack through the air and a snap back, and then a thin, red line welled on the white flesh of Finn’s back.

Shelley took an unconscious step away from the stage and right into Wolf’s chest.

“Shhh, it’s all right, sweetheart,” Wolf whispered against her ear. “Finn loves this. From what I understand, Finn has been Julian’s submissive for years. They know what they’re doing and just what it takes for Finn to find his subspace.”

She gasped as the whip cracked again, the sound violent, like a snake striking from nowhere. She kept her voice low. “I don’t see how Finn isn’t screaming.”

“It sounds worse than it is.”

She looked over and Leo was standing right beside them. She thought he’d walked away, felt more comfortable with him walking away. But he was standing right there beside his brother, dressed almost identically. Two amazingly gorgeous men.

Yeah, if she hadn’t had ménage fantasies before, she sure as hell had them now. Why had she ever put that down on the questionnaire?