Take Me [Dungeon Masters 1] (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting) (2 page)

“Smart as well as sexy. I like that in a woman.”

“Sexy? When did you last have your eyesight checked? I think you need a reality check on that, but it’s always nice to be flattered.”

She didn’t think she was sexy? With those breasts and that ass? She was the one needing a reality check and he was just the person to give it to her. Naked. In bed.

They reached the head of the line and the bartender looked at him.

“The lady would like a soda, please.”

“Yes, ma’am. We have Coca-Cola, Sprite, homemade lemonade, iced tea…”

Leif tuned him out, watching Sexy’s face. She didn’t hesitate, but chose her beverage while the barman was still reciting his list. Leif liked a woman who knew her mind. And one smart enough not to drink from an unwatched bowl of punch as well. He’d prefer her to be at least moderately sober the first time he fucked her.

Simon ordered a Jack Daniels, so Leif one upped him and asked for Johnny Walker black label. The macho posing over, he lightly touched his lady’s elbow and guided her away from the bar to the far end of the room, which was slightly less crowded than the rest of the place. Not that anywhere was really uncrowded.

“I’m Leif, and this is Simon. Adam said you were Ray’s daughter. How is your father related to Peter or Sophia?”

“He’s not. Rae is my mother and she’s Adam’s cousin, which makes me something like a second cousin to Sophia. I still haven’t worked out why I was even invited here.”

“We haven’t figured that out either. My first guess was that they’d booked the entire hotel for the wedding so figured that they might as well fill up all the rooms,” said Simon.

“You didn’t tell us your name,” Leif chided her gently.

Then he was amused as her cheeks flushed pink and she dropped her amazing green gaze to the floor.

“Oh, sorry. I’m Tamara.”

The space behind them became vacant as a group of people moved away. He took her arm this time and walked her into the corner, hemming her in with his body, although careful not to actually touch her. As always Simon was right there with him, blocking her in from the other side. Now she was only theirs. They could talk to her as much as they wanted without anyone coming up to her and distracting her, unless they approached him and Simon first. If only he could touch her. But right now that was impossible. Although, if he did this right, he’d have her in his bed tonight. Once he got her into bed he’d know for sure if she was his and Simon’s.

“You said you were surprised to be invited to the wedding. Are you friends of Peter or of Sophia?” asked Sexy, well, Tamara he’d better call her. But he’d always think of her as Sexy.

She was looking at Simon, but he pointed to Leif, so Leif answered. “It’s almost the same story as you said. My father and Peter’s father are cousins but I’ve met him so seldom I know almost nothing about him. I do recall one huge family holiday gathering when I might have been about eight or nine. It was in a school somewhere or other and all the kids were playing baseball, on a grassed area, not a real sports ground. One of the older kids hit the ball straight through a window and the fathers almost had a fight deciding who’d have to pay for it.”

She laughed. “That’s far more fun than we ever had at our holiday gatherings. I learned quite young to take a book to read, find somewhere quiet, and disappear until the food was served.”

“A much more sensible plan that breaking windows,” said Simon.

Leif inched his foot forward until it was resting between her two feet. Letting her feel him there he said softly, “What about now? What do you do at such gatherings now?”

Once again she blushed slightly, looked down, and then looked up again, and said firmly, “Nothing has changed. I still attempt to disappear as soon as I can.”

Leif couldn’t hide his happy smile. He slid his leg closer to her, pressing it the entire length of her leg, and moving his back foot in closer to her as well. Simon stayed with him so now both their bodies brushed lightly against hers.

“Peter’s parents have already done their tour of the room and Sophia’s are almost finished as well. I’d say we could disappear right now if we wanted to. Would you like to escape with us? To one of the restaurants perhaps?”

She glanced from him to Simon and back to him again. “Yes, please.”

He took her hand and nodded to Simon. He knew Simon needed to walk around and this would ease the itch for him. Fucking Tamara’s brains out would help him as well, but that was for later. “Let’s go,” he ordered.

* * * *

Simon Jeffries was a werewolf shape-shifter. Unlike many of his brethren, though, he needed to change often. Or fuck. Fucking eased the itch in his skin. He got to the stage where his entire body was one massive itch and he had to be moving. He’d already stripped down to his running clothes and raced up and down the stairwell here in the hotel twice, which had helped, but not as much as a true run would ease his tension. He’d do that early tomorrow morning when other people would be running outside on the sidewalks and he’d blend in with the crowd.

Seeing this delightful woman had made him itchier than ever. She called to his wolf on the most primitive of levels. As soon as he’d noticed her half hiding behind one of these atrocious reproduction pillars, he’d wanted her. He knew Leif liked her as well. Not just because he was trying to get his leg against her cunt, but because she had the aura of a BDSM sub about her. When she’d answered them back he knew she was perfect. There was a huge difference between a doormat and a submissive. A true sub only agreed to the Dom’s plans because she knew he had her best interests at his heart. A doormat simply obeyed whoever told her to do something. Tamara was no doormat. But he was willing to bet good money that she’d turn out to be a sub.

But first, they needed to wine and dine her and learn more about her. Not that he planned to say, “Oh by the way, I’m a werewolf shape-shifter. Can I bite you?”

For the past generation, far more werewolf boys had been born than girls. At first the various Alphas had thought it was only a problem in their own pack, or perhaps in their state, or their country. Now, however, it was acknowledged as a worldwide problem and the Supreme Alpha of North America had joined with various other werewolves worldwide to fund a research project to solve the problem. Meanwhile he’d permitted interspecies marriages and ménage marriages where one woman took several male partners.

Which was a damn good thing, because he and Leif had developed a taste for sharing a woman. Not that they had the opportunity to do it very often. But damn, having his dick inside the same woman at the same time as Leif gave him the best orgasms ever and quieted his wolf as well. If Tamara would agree to play with them he’d a very happy man indeed. And if she didn’t want to play, he’d be trying to convince her to change her mind. She had exactly the kind of body he liked, with rich curves at her ass and breasts, and bright intelligent eyes that proved she knew exactly what she was saying and doing.

He was also sure that Leif would be heading for the top floor so-called “fine dining” restaurant. Most of the other wedding guests would either stay in the ballroom where there was a shitload of free alcohol, or move into one of the first floor restaurants where they could make as much noise as they wanted to. Personally he preferred the top floor restaurant himself. There they could hold an actual conversation without being deafened by noise.

That was another thing. As a shape-shifter his hearing was more acute than a human’s and a million people all screeching at once tended to give him a headache.

Just as he’d expected, Leif hit the elevator button for the top floor. But as they approached the restaurant Tamara held back. “Perhaps we could try the pizza and pasta bar downstairs instead,” she suggested.

“Why?” asked Leif.

“This is a public restaurant. You’ll be perfectly safe with us. Likely a whole lot safer that in that melee downstairs,” said Simon.

But she still stood still, not moving even though Leif had his hand on her elbow again.

“Why?” Leif repeated.

Tamara blushed a fiery red, much more painfully obvious than the other slight and attractive blushes she’d had before. But she tilted her chin up and looked them in the face. “I’m on a tight budget for this weekend, and I don’t think I can afford to eat there. I’m not looking for a free meal. I’d rather pay for myself. So that means downstairs.” She turned, marched back to the elevator, and pressed the button to summon it.

Very gently Simon touched her shoulder to rotate her to face them again. “All those people and that noise downstairs are giving me a headache. I really don’t like big crowds. I had no idea this wedding was going to be such a huge affair or else I would never have agreed to come. I’d much prefer to stay up here where the atmosphere is much more relaxed.”

“We invited you to eat with us so we’d consider it a privilege if you’d let us pay for your meal. We won’t hold it over you. You won’t be asked to do anything you don’t want to do tonight,” added Leif.

She gave them both a very searching look, and then shrugged. “Okay. Um, I mean, thank you.”

They walked back to the restaurant and went inside. The maitre d’ seated them immediately and was soon back with the wine list and menus.

“I’m surprised it’s not busier on a Friday night,” said Tamara.

“We wondered if the wedding has booked up most of the rooms in the hotel. We’ve been joking about the number of people, but it really is an unusually large wedding,” said Simon.

“And they’re all still in the ballroom instead of eating dinner. With so much free alcohol there, likely they haven’t noticed they’re hungry yet.” Tamara nodded and picked up her menu.

Simon thought it was more likely that since the wedding wasn’t until three tomorrow afternoon, they’d drink as much as they could tonight and forget about food altogether. There’d be a nice meal tomorrow night and likely a lot less alcohol. He rather thought young men would prefer free beer to buying pizza if they had to choose between the two.

“Some of the older people will likely come up here in a little while,” said Leif.

“Oh, no. Not all my aunts again.”

Simon smiled at her. “You don’t like your aunts?”

“One at a time they’re fine. En masse, not so much.”

“Actually, she’s got a point. I’m getting tired of being asked when I’m going to get a real job and a wife. We’ll ignore anyone who speaks to us. Better yet—”

Simon watched as Leif held up his menu and wiggled it. He hadn’t decided what to eat yet so he guessed Leif had something else in mind. Sure enough when the waiter came across to them, notepad at the ready, Leif handed him a rolled up ten dollar bill.

“We’re with the wedding group and are tired of speaking to all our relatives. We just want a little peace and quiet. If you could seat them well away from our table, and prevent them from interrupting us, we’d really appreciate it.”

“Yes, sir. Of course, sir.”

“Thank you. Tamara, are you ready to order?”

Hastily Simon ran his finger down the menu and chose something, but all he really wanted was the time and space to get to know Tamara better, and then to take her to bed. Well, Leif had paved the way for the first step. And he was ready to keep the party progressing to what came next.

* * * *

As soon as Tammy saw there was lamb on the menu she knew what she’d order. It was a lovely tender meat, and so expensive she seldom got to eat it. Not on the kind of salary she earned anyway. Besides, for all her statement by the elevator, there was at least a fifty-fifty chance she’d go to bed with them if they asked her. They were both incredibly good looking for a start, and she genuinely liked what she’d seen of them as well. By the time they’d talked to each other over a meal she’d have made her mind up for sure.

Unable to think of a better question immediately, and wanting to get the conversation focused on them, not on herself, Tammy asked the question it seemed like everyone had asked her today. “What do you do for a living?”

“We manage a nightclub,” said Leif, smiling at her.

“I guess you were lucky that the boss permitted you to take a weekend off. I suppose that’s the busiest time in your week.”

“Leif usually arranges to do whatever he wants,” said Simon.

Tammy wasn’t surprised. He had an aura of power about him. Not in a bad way, just as someone who knew what he wanted, and often managed to make that happen. Which was what Simon had hinted at. Likely it was something that drew her to them. She desperately needed a good Dom in her life. A man she would be content to serve because he’d free her from the endless decision making she found so emotionally draining. But first he had to prove he was trustworthy, so that was a long way ahead of her yet. She didn’t even know these men at all.

Sipping her sweet vermouth, letting it roll over her taste buds before she swallowed it, Tammy relaxed and enjoyed being with the two best-looking men in the room. Likely the two best looking men in any room. However did she get so lucky as to have them want to take her to dinner? Did she give off needy vibrations? Were they so sure she’d agree to fuck them? Well, maybe she did portray that picture because it was looking more and more as though she would go to bed with them. So far she could find no fault with either of them, and that was one hell of a good recommendation.

They talked about the wedding and various family members. They told each other stories of other weddings and family parties they’d attended.

“The bride arrived an hour late at one wedding I went to. The guests were getting really bored and noisy. It was almost an anticlimax when she finally appeared. It turned out one of the bridesmaids had burst the zipper on her dress and they drove around and around while another bridesmaid sewed her into the dress. After the wedding they had to cut her out of it.” Tammy remembered wishing she’d been able to bring a book to read at that wedding, too. Rather like today. It was such a shame that adults weren’t free to sit in a corner and read like she’d been able to do as a child.