Take Me [Dungeon Masters 1] (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting) (6 page)

Nothing could ever be better than the sight, sounds, and scents of two hot, hard men jack-hammering into her like this. Her body was coated with sweat, much of it theirs, the scent of sex was strong in the room, and she would never ever forget the feeling of a wall of solid male muscles both in front of her and behind her.

Leif was doing wicked things with his finger on her clit. The little nub was so engorged it ached for her to find release, yet she’d already climaxed just a few minutes ago. She’d had to tear her lips from his, not because they weren’t arousing and delicious, but because she simply couldn’t breathe anymore.

Behind her Simon was just as wicked. As well as his cock keeping time to Leif’s, his hands were never still, petting and stroking her skin all over, never where she expected him to touch her. She longed to tease them, to show them she cared for them, too, but couldn’t move a muscle because she was so tense with the need to come.

Simon leaned up off her back for a moment and then his hands were over her breasts, his fingers stretching her nipples, tugging on them roughly, forcing them to elongate and sending shards of pleasure-pain straight to her cunt. Meanwhile Leif was doing the same with her clit. Her clit was sore and hot and oh-so-tender, and every tug he gave it aroused her higher. They must have exchanged some kind of signal, because Simon pinched both her nipples very hard, at exactly the same time as Leif dug his thumbnail deep into her clit. She opened her mouth to scream but Leif’s other hand was on her chin forcing his lips over hers, driving his tongue deeper into her mouth.

Tamara’s body splintered into a million pieces. She shook so hard she was sure she could feel her bones rattling as she came and came and came. In that same instant Simon sent a blast of heat into her ass, and she knew he’d climaxed, too. Only then did Leif let go her chin, grip her hip, and drive up into her so deeply he slammed into her cervix sending a jolt of pain through her body. That released still more waves of her climax, as he filled her cunt with the heat of his own orgasm.

“Fucking hell. Now that’s what I call an orgasm,” she muttered.

* * * *

Tamara fell asleep almost immediately, with the three of them still all tangled up inside and around her body. Simon pulled out of her and climbed off the bed as carefully as he could. With the wedding today and needing to stay among crowds and with his woman—because even if she didn’t know it yet, Tamara was his woman, his and Leif’s—he had to go running. He had a quick shower, and then dressed in his running clothes and waved to Leif. Leif understood. He knew Simon couldn’t control the need to change into his shape-shifter form except by running fast and hard for a long time.

Sex also helped him control the itch in his skin when he didn’t change, and around Tamara he seemed calmer, less itchy. But this wasn’t the time to test out that theory. He’d run for an hour as a precaution. Leif waved back to him, acknowledging that he understood even though they hadn’t spoken. Ignoring the elevator, Simon pushed through the door into the stairwell and ran hard down the stairs. When he reached the second floor, which was the one with the ballroom and likely to have a lot of people milling around there, he turned and ran back up the stairs all the way to the top. His thighs were starting to ache when he arrived, but he turned around and ran down the stairs again, this time slowing down and taking the last few flights as if he was a regular human in a hurry, not a shape-shifter trying to exercise a burden out of his bloodstream.

Simon stopped at the concierge’s desk and asked for directions to the nearest place to run. He was directed to a park only a couple of blocks away, and the concierge didn’t even blink, so that was good. It was later in the morning than he usually ran, but it was a weekend after all, so hopefully he’d still blend in with the crowd.

At the park, Simon ran at top speed for ten minutes, trying to leech all the itchiness out of his skin. After that, he continued running, but at a pace he could maintain. As he ran his laps around the running track, he thought about the future. First, how to get Tamara into their lives to stay. He didn’t know where she lived or much about her. Except that she seemed to have a fairly ordinary job she wasn’t wedded to. Maybe she could work for him and Leif then. They were always on the lookout for good staff. A BDSM club was the kind of place with a constantly changing crew.

At least she’d liked being tied up. Simon was certain she was a sub. Soon she’d be Leif’s sub and they would get to play with her, planning scenes that would send her into huge orgasms over and over again. Once they took her into the dungeon there’d be no stopping the joys they could plan for her. Games that would blow her mind with their eroticism as well as send her into screaming orgasms. Lots of orgasms. She had a body built for them to love her over and over again.

He hadn’t fucked her mouth yet. He needed to do that soon. And he couldn’t wait to watch Leif whip her. He could imagine just how pretty a pink her skin would turn under Leif’s expert attention.

One advantage of this damn wedding was that they’d be forced to sit and talk for hours. It just so happened that he wanted to know all about her, so sitting and talking to her suited him fine. And if they were seated far apart, too bad. He’d drag her to their table and she could sit on his knee for all he cared. As long as he was with her. That was all that would matter. Although, knowing Leif, it wouldn’t surprise him if he changed place cards or demanded the seating be rearranged to be near her. The man was a born Dom and very used to solving problems.

Simon continued running until he was certain he’d gotten the itch out of his system. If he could be alone for half an hour this afternoon though, he’d change into his wolf even if he had to lock himself in the bathroom to do it. No way was he going to jeopardize his time with Tamara by having to leave the event early just because his wolf wouldn’t let him ignore it.

Apart from Leif, and a few of the key people at the BDSM club, no humans knew he was a werewolf. The club had several werewolves on staff because werewolves had a tendency to be Dominating and worked well with the BDSM scene. But it wasn’t something Simon had ever told a lover before. Not that he planned to hit Tamara with the facts for a while yet. But the very notion that he had thought about telling her proved how very important she was to him. Once she was tied up nice and tightly in their dungeon, committed to their lifestyle, then he’d ask her how she felt about shape-shifters. Not that it was anything she could catch. Werewolves weren’t a disease. The shape-shifting was caused by a gene, just like hair color. If two werewolves mated and had a child, it was most likely to be a shape-shifter as well unless there were a passel of humans in the family tree. But when a human mated a shifter the dice could roll either way. The child might be human or shifter.

When they mated, when Tamara agreed to mate both him and Leif, then he’d bite her and claim her as his for all shifters everywhere to know. But the bite wouldn’t turn her into a werewolf. Hopefully though, it’d give her a taste for being bitten. Biting could be damn sexy when done right and would enhance her climaxes. And he was just the wolf to teach her these erotic techniques.

Simon sighed. But not now. Now it was time to run back to the hotel, to shower, and dress, and eat a sustaining meal. Likely the food wouldn’t be served until seven or eight tonight so a big brunch was essential.

* * * *

Tammy sensed it was late morning when she woke again. But damn, she’d been fucked six ways to Sunday and by hell it felt good to have been so well used. She couldn’t remember ever having had such amazing orgasms in her life before. These men were a dangerous team. She’d be holding any future lover up against them and finding him lacking. Not that there were any lovers on the horizon, but still, a woman could dream.

She climbed off the bed and stretched. Shit, she was stiff and sore. Hell, she’d exercised muscles she didn’t even know she had, as well as ones that hadn’t been used in far too long. Tammy went into the bathroom and turned the shower on hot, and then rummaged through all the free shampoos and conditioners and body washes, piling a handful of them on the shelf in the shower.

She jumped as a long arm came into the shower behind her and turned the water off. Tammy turned to face Leif.

“Trust me, I really need that shower now.”

“I’ll fill your ass with gel when you get out of it. But look at me, Tamara. Simon and I want you to stay with us tonight as well. Why don’t I go get your luggage, check you out of your room, and you can stay here with us tonight as well.”

Tammy had planned to stay at the hotel tonight. The reception didn’t begin until six and she had no ambition to be arrested and served with a DUI if she’d tried to go home late at night. Besides, there was no need. Tomorrow was Sunday. She’d planned to check out at her leisure and travel home in time to get ready for work on Monday and catch up on her sleep. Well, catching up on her sleep was still going to be on the program apparently.

“I can check myself out. I only have one suitcase. I didn’t need that much luggage just for a weekend.”

“You will let us do this for you.”

It was a statement, not a question, but she stared at him anyway, aware she had her stubborn look on her face. Then she shrugged. She wanted them, they wanted her, why fight it?

“All right. Thank you.”

She walked into the living area with him, opened her purse, and handed him her room key. He pointed to the room key in the wall that kept the refrigerator and clock working. “The bathroom light will stay on for you, but I need to take the swipe card with me to get back in if you’re still in the shower. Simon went for a run and took the spare swipe card. I’m sorry about that, but I know the bathroom lights stay on.”

“That’s okay. It’s going to take me a while to wash my hair and all.”

He waited until she walked back into the bathroom before pulling the swipe card out of the slot. She heard the pop as it released. But the curtains in the other rooms were open and there was adequate light. Besides, she wasn’t planning to watch the television, she wanted a shower. Although likely she was wasting her time. It wouldn’t surprise her if they all ended up in bed again. Although she was a little stiff and sore. It might be better to save the fucking until after the wedding.

Tammy grinned. Whatever was she thinking? More fucking. She could hardly move now. Her shoulders and thighs were aching, her cunt and her ass were both feeling well-used, she had rope burn up her ass crack, her clit was really tender, and she was thinking of fucking again. Hell yes!

She turned the water back on and let the heat seep into her shoulder muscles and the water rain through her short brown hair. She bent over, letting the water pound over her ass and then sighed and began shampooing and conditioning her hair. Finally she washed the rest of herself, and turned the water off, stepping out into the bathroom and wrapping a towel around her hair before grabbing a second towel to dry herself.

She almost dropped the towel as a siren shrilled through the building. Her first thought was that it was a tornado warning, and she frantically tried to remember what floor she was on. But this wasn’t an old building so it should have been built to withstand tornadoes.

“This is a fire alarm. Immediately leave the building. All staff and guests must immediately leave the building. Do not attempt to use the elevators. Evacuate by the stairs. Wardens will assist those with mobility problems. All patrons must evacuate the building now. Do not stop to collect your possessions.”

“Fucking hell.” Ignoring the instructions, Tammy rubbed her body quickly with the towel, then ran into the living room, and snatched up her dress, pulling it on over her still damp skin. She grabbed her clutch purse, and ran out of the room toward the stairs, following a crowd of other people.

Because she was barefooted, she walked down the stairs quite quickly, although not wearing any underwear was a mistake. The breeze flowing up her dress was quite chilly on her damp skin.

The hotel lobby was a seething mass of people with staff standing by the elevators telling people they could go back to their rooms, it was a false alarm. Tammy was still trying to figure out exactly what was going on when her mother rushed across the lobby and grabbed her arm. “Why didn’t you answer your phone? Why are you still wearing that dress? Why are your feet bare? I’ve been so worried about you.”

“I was in the shower when the siren sounded and this was the closest piece of clothing. Why would you be worried about me? Apparently it’s a false alarm.”

“I was worried because you’re my daughter. And you didn’t answer your phone.”

“I never answer it when I’m in the shower.”

“There’s no need to be rude, dear. Why don’t you come with me now and we’ll have a nice cup of coffee together.”

Tammy was all too aware of the fact she wasn’t wearing underwear and she really needed to change out of this dress as well.

“Thank you for the offer, Mom, but I think I’ll go upstairs and finish my shower.”

“Don’t be late for the wedding.”

“I won’t be.”

With her mom standing right there Tammy squeezed onto the next elevator and had to give the floor with her old room number. She wasn’t at all surprised when she knocked on the door and no one answered. Leif had likely returned to his room long ago. Sighing she took the stairs. There were far too many people waiting for elevators and some of them knew her. It’d be just her luck to end up trying to explain why she was getting out at the wrong floor to her mother.

But when she finally arrived back at Leif and Simon’s room neither of them were there. For a while she stood against the wall waiting for them. Then she walked around and around the hallway. Finally she sat on the carpet by their door, leaning her head back against the wall and wondering if she’d be arrested by the hotel staff before either Simon or Leif arrived back to rescue her.