Trained by Three Panthers [Caves of Correction 3] (7 page)

“Thank you for not screaming at us,” Declan said.

“We definitely appreciate that,” Asher added.

Colter smiled. Damn she was amazing. Every time she opened her mouth, she surprised him with new insights into her personality. He was pretty sure he was falling in love.

* * * *

Declan jumped up and hurried across to the piles of crates and boxes he and Asher had filled with food. “Now likely isn’t a good time to try to heat up some coffee, but I can offer you a can of orange juice, or beer, or some soda.”

“Coca-Cola would be good, please. Caffeine might help me get my head around all this.”

Yeah. Declan was pretty sure he needed both caffeine and sugar to sort out everything he’d been told and seen for himself in the last half hour, from the sheer panic when they discovered the woman they’d left sound asleep had disappeared to her casual recognition of Asher as a shape-shifting panther.

He handed Kenz her soda and longnecks to both his brothers, then sat on the bedding and twisted the cap off his soda.

She took a long mouthful of her drink. “You mentioned ménages. Would you care to unpack that statement a little?”

“You agreed to a ménage on your contract,” Declan replied.

“I did. But Colter appeared to imply your people accept them. Or is it more like some religious groups where a man might take three or four wives simultaneously?”

“Actually it’s the other way around. Shape-shifters worldwide tend to breed far more males than females, which means there aren’t enough women to go around,” Asher said.

“Like in China, where the one-child policy has led to a shortage of women?” she asked.

“Yes and no. There’s no official policy. A family is free to have however many children they want and of whichever gender. But boys just keep on coming and girls are rare. It’s genetic. By marrying humans, though, the balance tends to reset closer to fifty–fifty,” Colter said.

Declan was watching Kenz’s face. He needed to know how she was taking this information. They had to talk loudly over the storm, which was annoying when this was such an important topic. But now was not the time to ignore her. If they pushed Mackenzie away now, Declan was worried that she would leave them forever, and he was fast coming to the opinion that she was absolutely perfect for him and his brothers.

He was constantly seeing new aspects of her, continually learning amazing new facts about her, and it stirred in him an immense desire for unlimited time—preferably not in the middle of a fucking hurricane!—when they could talk at their leisure. Right now they needed to reassure her as well as inform her of things she’d already half-guessed.

“Because of the shortage of females, panther men grow up knowing they will quite probably have to share a woman. Colter, Asher, and I are fortunate in that were relatively close in age to each other, and that we understand each other and have similar interests. That means we’ve known for a long time that if we found a woman we all liked we could possibly share her,” he said.

Declan hoped like hell he hadn’t said too much, but she had to know the underlying reasons. Otherwise, it’d basically be breaching her trust to mention mating out of the blue later. Much better to lay the groundwork about it now.

He looked across at Colter and Asher but they both seemed fine with what he’d said. That was a relief. Sometimes Colter got all big brother and Domish, but it seemed he was happy enough with Declan’s explanation.

“Do you make a habit of joining together to ménage fuck a woman?” Kenz asked, looking directly at Colter.

Declan was relieved he didn’t have to answer that question. Obviously, they needed to be truthful, but it’d be so easy to upset her with their answer.

Kenz drank some more of her soda as Colter put his longneck down. Declan was gripping his soda so tightly because of tension he was amazed he didn’t break the bottle.

“Not often, no. But it is something we have done before, both in a BDSM club on the mainland, and here for a client who requested the experience. It’s not something we enter into lightly, as a game, but it is a skill we need to know if our future mate is to be happy. Just as any partner needs to know and understand what his woman likes, what arouses her, and what increases her satisfaction, so, too, we need to know that for our woman, our mate. Only things like choreography and sharing having to be included into the mix in a ménage.”

Declan thought Colter had done a damn good job of answering Kenz’s question.

“So how, exactly, does it work?” she asked.

Declan turned her chin very lightly to face him. “It’s hard to talk over the noise of the storm. Why don’t we show you instead of talking about it?”

He stared into her eyes, almost mesmerized by their shining intelligence and sparkling brown depths. Would she agree, or had he spoken too soon?

The constant crashing of thunder and loud hammering of rain on the roof several stories above her was starting to give Kenz a headache. She was surprised she’d slept through the first half of the hurricane if it had been this noisy. Or maybe this side of it was fiercer than the other side. Either that or the soundproofing of this room wasn’t as good as it might have been.

Either way she was more than ready to stop trying to talk and listen to the men and move onto sex instead. She’d checked the box for ménage sex because it was something she wanted to experience. Maybe she wouldn’t find double penetration enjoyable, but at least she’d know firsthand, not from reading people’s comments on blogs.

She was still waiting for the full BDSM scene, and she was itching to get to that as well, but maybe it would be smarter to go with the sex right now and leave the BDSM for tomorrow. Surely the hurricane would be all over in a few hours. She had no idea how long she’d slept or what the time was right now, but it was light outside even though it was a weird, grayish kind of light, so it had to be morning already.

“All right,” she agreed, staring back at Declan, her mouth suddenly dry and her heart pounding.
If I don’t like it at least I’ll know. Although with three such handsome men as these ones, surely it’ll be good.

“We start by undressing you,” Asher said, pulling gently on her arm to encourage her to raise it up.

She let them remove her sweater, shoes and socks, and then reached out for Colter, who was directly in front of her, and tugged on his arm.

He shook his head. “That’s not how it works. We need you naked first.”

“That doesn’t seem completely fair. There are three of you and one of me. I should get some kind of incentive here to continue stripping.”

“If this was a dungeon scene I could tie you up and cut your clothes off you with a very large, very sharp knife.”

Kenz stared at Colter. He seemed serious, so she guessed maybe he could do that. “Unfortunately we were only allowed to bring one small case with us because of coming on the helicopter. I can’t afford to have you ruin any of these clothes. I don’t have very many spares with me.”

“In that case…”

Declan pounced on her and gripped her arms, while Asher unzipped her jeans and wiggled them over her hips. Colter joined in and pulled her shirt up over her head until it was at her wrists, which Declan was still holding. Somehow the men got the shirt off without seeming to let go of her for more than a nanosecond, and before she knew it, all she was still wearing was her bra and panties. And all three men were still fully clothed.

It was time to put into practice one of the other skills her father had taught her. She relaxed limply on the bedding until all three men had loosened their hold on her. Then she sprang forward, knocked Declan, the one in the best position for her to attack, flat on his back, and unzipped his jeans, pulling them down before any of the men realized what she was doing. If he’d been wearing shoes instead of boots they’d have been completely off him, too, instead of caught around his ankles.

Asher grabbed her in a bear hug and laughed. “That’s right. You said your father had taught you how to fight. But you forgot to mention he’d taught you how to undress a man really fast.”

“He didn’t actually teach me that. I made that bit up myself.”

“Uh-huh. It does need a little more practice,” Declan said, pulling off his boots so his jeans could drop to the ground.

Meanwhile, Colter and Asher had taken off her bra and panties and pushed her flat on the bed.

“Did you like it when we stroked your skin?” Asher asked.

“I think you know I did.” It had been incredibly arousing but also very unfulfilling. It was as if they were petting her but had no intention of bringing her to completion. This time any touching should lead to an orgasm. At least, it damn well better lead to an orgasm. That was as sure as hell what she expected right now.

She ran her fingers over Asher’s face, tracing his cheekbones, the line of his jaw, and then the shape of his ears. Meanwhile, there were hands all over her, touching her feet, which were a little bit ticklish, her breasts, which were already starting to feel full and achy with need, and her hips.

Asher leaned farther over her and kissed her lips. His were soft and sweet, gentle and enticing. She opened her mouth willingly to him and let his tongue inside to explore, liking his tentative, yet still demanding manner. She knew that if she pulled back he would instantly let her, but he also demonstrated that he was asking for more. She liked that he wasn’t forcing her but was persuading her.

When he rolled away from her, Declan crouched by her head, kissing a line from her ear to her mouth and then along her jaw. She grabbed his hair and held him close so she could kiss him. He was never still, constantly moving from her eyelids to her nose to her mouth. Even when she constrained him, one moment he was kissing, the next thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth, and the moment after that he was rubbing noses with her.

Then she was rolled onto her stomach, and Colter leaned over her back. His lips were against her ear, and she wondered if it was to be sexy or simply because of all the noise from the storm. She pushed her glasses back up her nose and found they were smeary from Declan’s kisses, but now wasn’t the time to clean them, she wanted to hear what Colter was saying.

He massaged her butt cheeks and then ran a finger down between them to her rosette. “Anal sex is part of ménage sex. Have you been fucked here before?” The tip of his finger pressed inside her ass.

“No. My boyfriends have been pretty much vanilla. Hell, I’ve been vanilla.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll prepare you carefully, and you’ll enjoy my cock pounding deep in your ass while my brothers take your cunt and your mouth.”

He sat over her thighs, and Kenz looked back over her shoulder and saw Declan rummaging through a crate of things against the rock wall of the cave. He came back with a tube of something, which Kenz assumed was lube. She was about to ask for condoms and then remembered they’d said they couldn’t make her pregnant or give her any diseases. Of course, she only had their word for that, but she trusted them. It was surprising how much she felt she knew them after spending all day in their company for the past two days.

She was also surprised how erotic it was to have Colter sitting over her thighs like this. His muscular body, still encased in jeans, was heavy and hard against her softer skin. However, his hands on her ass were warm and gentle despite being so much bigger and stronger than hers. When his entire finger was inside her ass, rubbing the lube against the walls, she automatically moved with him, wanting more.

Declan sat by her head, distracting her. “How much do you know about sucking cocks?”

Likely he wouldn’t have heard her tell his brother about her boyfriends being vanilla. She thought maybe the hurricane wasn’t as noisy as previously, but that might have been wishful thinking. Or perhaps her ears were adjusting to it.

“Not much. My previous boyfriends have all been rather vanilla. I have tried it with a dildo though.”

“Well this time we’ll put some chocolate sauce on your vanilla, Kenz,” he promised.

Hmm some kind of sauce anyway, although likely not chocolate, unfortunately. She’d heard cum was full of all sorts of nutrients, but she wasn’t sure she was willing to swallow it yet. She’d wait and see how she felt when it happened.

Meanwhile, she was becoming more and more aroused by Colter opening her ass. He was massaging inside her with two fingers now, and she rocked backward and forward at his touch loving having his fingers inside her, even though she knew a cock would be a lot bigger.

Suddenly she was more than ready for this to happen. She liked all these men. They’d treated her with respect and had been more than just good companions and paid guides. They’d actually engaged her in conversation and listened to her when she spoke. If she’d been dating any of them one on one she’d be more than ready to go to bed with him, so it was fitting that she take the step with all of them together.

“Hurry up. I’m ready.”

A hard slap landed on her ass. “Not quite, but you will be soon.”

The heat of the spank warmed her ass, and Kenz remembered how it’d felt when all three of them had punished her. She wasn’t going to ask to be spanked but if Colter did spank her again, she certainly wasn’t going to complain.

As it happened, she didn’t need to ask.

“You liked that, didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Would you like to be spanked?”

“Yes, please.”

A second slap landed on her ass. “Yes, Master, or yes, Sir.”

Deliberately she altered it a little to see what would happen. “Yes, please, Sir.”

Colter spanked her three more times, then Declan, and after him Asher. The men moved on and off her so smoothly she didn’t have time to take a breath between them, but she liked that each one had a turn, although her ass was damn hot when they finished. Hand spanking was an interesting contrast to when they had used the flogger and paddle and cane on her. Having hot, hard flesh against her skin was very different from a toy. It gave a more immediate feeling to the game, she thought.