Chase, Zara - Tigers' Temptation [Impulse 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (23 page)

They bathed together. Layla could see that Philo was watching Mikael as closely as she was for any signs of fatigue. It was astonishing to realize that he seemed to be like his old self again. His color was good, his listlessness had gone, and he seemed to have most of his old energy back. She gave thanks for the magical powers of the shifter community, even though they were still a mystery to her and probably always would be. She reached out to touch his face, prepared to accept things were the way they were in this strange, wonderful place and quit wasting time trying to figure out why. Sometimes her journalistic need for answers didn’t know when to butt out, but she was done with analyzing and ready to have some fun.

Dressed in jeans and a fresh sleeveless top, not bothering with underwear, Layla brushed out her tangled hair, still smiling so hard her face hurt. That face was red in places from the bristles on her guys’ chins, and her lips were swollen from their deep, demanding kisses. Her ass felt pleasantly sore, and her pussy almost lived up to its name and purred with contentment. Even if it wasn’t for the collar around her neck, one look at her face and everyone in the Institute would know precisely what she’d been up to. She simply didn’t care. She wanted them all to be as happy as she was right now. And they would be when they knew Mikael was recovering.

“Don’t be too long,” Philo said, patting her ass. “We’ll miss you.”

“Say
hi
to our little girl for us,” Mikael added.

“Will do.”

She blew each of them a kiss and floated down the stairs. There appeared to be a larger number of staff and visitors at the clinic than usual, standing about in small groups, chatting amongst themselves. As soon as they saw Layla they all stopped talking, looked at her with their piercing shifter eyes, and broke out into broad grins of approval. She was kissed, fussed over, and welcomed to the colony.

“We don’t need to ask how Mikael is, or how you are, for that matter,” Chantal said when she finally made it to Amy’s room and found her new friend there playing with her daughter. “You look like you’ve been lit up from inside.”

Layla impulsively hugged Chantal. “I don’t know how to thank you.”

“You just did. You gave the colony Mikael back.”

“He seems to think the treatment needs to be ongoing.”

Chantal laughed and then rolled her eyes. “How predictable. Still, probably better not to take any chances, so you’d best do as he suggests. After all, he
is
the doctor.”

“That’s what he keeps telling me.”

“Mommy, I’ve got a new toy. Philo gave it to me,” she said, holding up a Barbie doll dressed all in sparkly pink. “I had ice cream and I didn’t cry when I had to have some medicine.”

Layla hugged her daughter, touched by Philo’s thoughtfulness. He must have organized the gift before Layla sprang her marriage proposal on them.

“That’s great, baby. How are you feeling now? Have you been a good girl?”

“Yes.”

Chantal left them together and Layla spent an hour with Amy, reading her stories, playing games with her. Only when she’d taken the medication that reduced her excited chatter to a series of yawns and Layla knew she’d sleep until morning did she kiss her good-night and slip back upstairs.

“How is she?” they asked together.

“Couldn’t stop her chattering.”

They laughed. “That’s a good sign.”

“I thought so. And, Philo, that doll.” She stood on her toes and kissed his lips. “That was so thoughtful.”

“No problem.”

“Hmm, something smells nice.” Layla blinked. “Oh my goodness!”

The sitting room had been transformed. There were silver streamers attached to the ceiling, and stripy tiger balloons hung in clusters around a huge sign that said
Congratulations, Layla, Mikael, and Philo.
Fresh tiger lilies were in vases everywhere, their pungent aroma overwhelming her senses. The table groaned beneath the weight of enough food to keep a small army marching, and a beautiful wedding cake took pride of place in the center of it all, complete with a statuette of a bride and two grooms.

“The colony can’t give us a wedding party until Amy’s up and about because we all know you’d like her to be there,” Philo explained. “This is their idea of a small compromise.”

“It’s kind of them, but if this is small, what should I expect by way of the real deal?”

“Trust us, babe,” Philo said, kissing the back of her neck. “You wouldn’t believe us if we told you.”

She laughed. “Probably not.”

“Hope you’re hungry,” Mikael said, coming up behind her and squeezing her waist.

“Actually, I’m famished.”

They chuckled as Philo held a chair for her and Mikael popped the cork on a bottle of champagne. They ate, laughed, kissed, drank, and touched one another’s most intimate places for over an hour. Layla had never before known such peace of mind, such all-encompassing happiness, and she sensed that there was more to come before the evening was through.

“I can’t eat another thing,” she protested when Philo tried to press a creamy meringue on her. “In fact, I’ll probably never eat again. Rochelle is an amazing cook.”

“Yeah, she is, but she’ll be pleased you said so.”

Mikael stood up and extended his hand to her. “Come on, darlin’, I need more treatment.”

“You sure you’re fit enough for sex?” Philo teased. “Perhaps you ought to leave it to those of us that are fit and strong. Just watch and learn.”

Mikael squeezed Philo’s butt. “In your dreams, lover.”

They tumbled back into the bedroom, Mikael and Philo still bouncing quips off one another. Layla laughed at everything they said, even when it wasn’t remotely funny, simply because she was so happy that she couldn’t stop laughing. Couldn’t understand why the rest of the world wasn’t laughing with her. Felt sorry for anyone who didn’t have something to laugh about. Filled with regret for those who weren’t as happy as she was—which would be about ninety-nine percent of the world’s population.

Philo wrapped his arms around her from behind, nuzzling her neck while his fingers worked on the snap to her jeans. He’d unfastened them in seconds and pushed them down her legs. As soon as she kicked them off her feet, Mikael stood in front of her, long, stripy hair falling around his broad shoulders. He smiled at her in that slow, sexy way that made her react all the way to her pussy as he pulled her top over her head.

“That’s better,” they said in unison.

“Our mate wearing nothing except our collar,” Mikael added alone. “That’s the way it should always be.”

Layla wasn’t arguing, intrigued when Mikael produced a bottle of what appeared to be oil. He and Philo both pulled on rubber mitts with soft, pliable nubs and started applying it to her entire body, inch by inch, paying great attention to detail. The sensation created by the rubber made her writhe against their hands. It felt amazing.

“We’ve spent the time you were with Amy deciding how to properly indoctrinate you as our mate,” Mikael explained. “We went for inunction.”

“In-what?”

“We’re gonna cover you in oil, and then you’ll slide between the two of us on the bed,” Philo explained, slipping his hand between her legs and taking an unnecessary amount of time to apply oil to that location. “It’ll create less friction that way and prepare you, because we both plan to fuck you at the same time.”

Her breath hitched. “Won’t it be messy?”

That’s why we put a plastic sheet on the bed.”

Layla’s pussy leaked juices all down her legs. “Okay, I’m good with that.”

“Hmm, I knew you would be,” Mikael said, sucking her earlobe into his mouth, causing anticipatory sparks to fly between them.

“She’s ready,” Philo said. “Well, almost.”

Philo produced the clamps he’d used on her nipples the previous time and attached them with care. This time there was another chain that he fastened to the collar around her neck. If she threw her head back it would put more pressure on the clamps. Layla made a mental note to toss her head at every opportunity. He picked her up and carried her to the bed. Mikael was already lying on it and welcomed her with a kiss. The mattress dipped as Philo joined them.

“Turn on your side, darlin’,” he said.

She felt his fingers slide into her ass and her old friend, the plug, slip right on in after them with hardly any discomfort. The two men then rubbed against her, Mikael’s chest abrasive against her tits, Philo—deliberately, she was sure—leading with his erection from behind.

“She needs to be blindfolded,” Mikael said in a husky voice.

“I’m on it.”

The next moment, Layla’s world went blank. She wondered what difference it would make but wasn’t left in ignorance for long. She had no idea where they would touch her, or with what. It was astonishingly sensual and she writhed between them, slippery, hot, and completely uninhibited. Someone tugged on the chain linking the nipple clamps. The other one spanked her ass with something other than his hand. They worked in silence, being harsher with her than they had been before, clearly sensing that she loved every tingling minute of it. Her ass stung from the beating it received, and her nipples throbbed from the pressure of the clamps.

Layla had never felt more alive.

The beating stopped as abruptly as it had begun. A mew of complaint slipped past her lips but was silenced when she felt the plug being pulled from her ass and the tip of Philo’s cock taking its place. At the same moment, Mikael slipped his throbbing erection into her cunt. This time he had enough energy to take care of matters himself, and Layla kept completely still, allowing him to be in control—knowing that he needed to be. She was aware of Philo’s cock gradually sinking deeper. It burned, and her muscles instinctively coiled against the intrusion.

“Let me in, darlin’,” he said in a sexy drawl. “Don’t fight me. You’ll love it if you can only relax.”

“I’m trying to. I want you to do it.”

“I know you do. You want both our cocks fucking you hard. It makes you feel alive. It makes you feel desirable, and loved, and beautiful, and you’re all those things, sweetheart. Never doubt it.”

“Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, it makes me feel invincible.”

She hadn’t realized that his words had distracted her enough to relax until she heard Philo’s triumphant grunt when he forced himself home.

“All right?” he asked.

“Yes.”

It was more than all right. It was the most wonderful sensation she’d ever known, especially with Mikael so proficiently filling her cunt with his pulsating cock. It felt like heaven at first, then her senses rebelled. It was almost too much pleasure to endure. Her entire body was oversensitized, even before they started moving. She thrust her hips forward as Mikael made his next sortie. She knew it was all it would take and shattered with a loud cry of triumph, gripping his cock, riding the crest of her orgasm as Philo added to it by pummeling into her from behind.

“I think the lady likes.” Mikael chuckled when she finally stopped trembling.

“The lady definitely does.”

“Well then,” Philo said. “Let’s see if she likes this.”

The two of them built up a steady rhythm, one filling her while the other withdrew, then reversing the procedure. Philo’s loaded balls slammed against her buttocks each time he entered her, one of Mikael’s fingers—or was it a claw?—homed in on her clit each time he withdrew. The amalgamation was explosive, and Layla floated on a tide of sensual pleasure, enjoying the feeling of being torn in two by her demanding mates.

Sensation roiled through her, burning and intensifying. The volcanic passion they were engendering within her overcame all reason. She needed them to enjoy this as much as she was. There was nothing she could do to make that happen without putting them off their stride, and so she spoke to them instead, telling them honestly how they made her feel.