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A Mate to Share (MFM)

Wolf Pack Mates 2

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Heat Rating: SEXTREME
Word Count: 34,145
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[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Paranormal Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, shape-shifters, public exhibition, spanking, caning, flogging, whipping, paddling, ice play, sex toys, HEA]

Werewolf shape-shifters Morgan Hemming and Jett Kenyon want Eve Lang, but she won’t agree to anything formal until she finds out what secrets are being hidden from her.

The craft market run by best friends Taige York, Ginnie Thomas, and Eve in the old schoolhouse is an enormous amount of work, but is going really well, and Eve’s sold some wall hangings. But the men are struggling to balance pack safety against their love for, and determination to have, Eve.

Within the pack are wolves concerned mating with humans will result in the death of their species, led by Sard Varg. But others say it’s the only way the pack will survive. Either way, Morgan and Jett set to work to convince Eve that they love her and will care for her forever—in and out of the dungeon.

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STORY EXCERPT

 

So, he hadn’t planned to shop for picnic tables, but it was better than shopping for shoes. Picnic tables said outdoors, and outdoors was a man’s world. He just hoped he didn’t get asked any questions he couldn’t answer. Although he was pretty sure Eve would have done her homework and he could leave her to answer questions, and just contribute his muscles and physical presence to the shopping expedition.

The internet must have offered a store map as well, because Eve unerringly worked her way through the enormous precinct past all sorts of things he’d never even heard of, far less knew how to use, to the garden section where the picnic tables sat. Quite a few of them were set up and Eve pointed to the one she liked. He and Jett stuck their heads under the table noting where the bolts fit. “We should be able to assemble them quite easily. It’s only a couple bolts to attach the base to the actual table, and the legs to the bench,” he said, hoping he was right.

There was a pile of boxes containing the picnic tables sitting beside the shelves, so Morgan went off to get a flat trolley to load everything on. He easily followed the signs to where the trolleys were parked and a few minutes later he made his way back to them with two trolleys. “It doesn’t look big enough to hold all six,” he explained.

Together they loaded three tables and six benches on each trolley. “We’ve just about cleaned them out,” he said nodding at the shelf where just two more sets leaned against the shelving.

“Yes. I thought about getting the last two, but I really think six will be enough. We need to make sure there’s plenty of space for the concession trucks to set up their place to sell from, as well as parking spots for the clients. Too many picnic tables and we’d be running out of room,” Eve said.

Trying to steer the trolley was a bit like trying to steer a brick, so their walk back to the exit was a lot slower than their entry. Once Eve had paid for the picnic tables and they’d loaded them all into the truck, not needing the blankets after all because they were all in boxes, Jett said, “Why don’t we have a cup of coffee together while we’re here.”

“Actually I haven’t had lunch yet. Let’s eat. Or have you already eaten?”

“No, I haven’t had lunch,” Morgan replied honestly. Actually he’d eaten a very large late breakfast, but hey, he was a man and a wolf, and could always manage another meal. Besides, that was the best part of three hours ago now.

“I’m hungry, too,” said Jett. Morgan guessed he was sidestepping the question as well. But still, if she was agreeing to spend more time with them there was no way they’d say no. First, they needed to get her used to them, to accept them as they were. Once they were certain of her feelings they’d explain a little more about their community. Like, for example, that they weren’t human.

Morgan was sure Jasper would have told Taige not to break silence on this issue. So he was quite sure he wasn’t in any way lying to Eve. It was going to be damn difficult though, to be honest and truthful and build confidence with her, without discussing their heritage. But Jasper and Cornelian had evidently managed to do it, so he and Jett would as well.

Morgan turned in a semi-circle looking around the parking lot. As far as he could see it was either junk-food take-out or a health-food bar. He had a sinking feeling he’d be eating healthy. How terrible could it be? He’d be with Eve which would have to make up for the trauma of eating raw organic vegetables whose names he didn’t know and which likely tasted disgusting. Taking a deep breath he said, “Do you want to go to Healthy Habits?”

She stared at him with piercing silver-gray eyes. “I felt sure you’d rather have a steak sandwich.”

Jett took her arm, turning her away from Morgan. “I’m multitalented. I eat anything. Come on, Morgan, let’s go.”

Morgan stepped up beside them and they walked through the parking lot over to the health-food restaurant. He opened the door for her, and followed Jett in. Eve was already standing at the counter, looking at all the containers of freshly chopped vegetables. They certainly did smell nice, and he could recognize a surprising number of them. The server offered a choice of breads, then made a sandwich as the customer pointed out to what they wanted on it. It was exactly like any other salad bar he’d ever been to, but with some new-to-him ingredients. Fortunately Eve asked some questions about various items, which incidentally let him know what they were, so when it came time to get his sandwich he was able to choose items he knew he liked.

The same pattern was followed when it came time to choose a drink. Eve pointed to the fruits she wanted, they were placed in a blender, and she was handed a big glass of fresh fruit juice. Morgan chose orange, watermelon, and pineapple, and was surprised at how refreshing a drink it made.

But the best part was simply sitting and watching Eve’s face as she talked. He let Jett ask most of the questions, happy to watch her silver eyes sparkle, and her pale cheeks glow with pleasure as the conversation ranged widely across a huge number of topics. Morgan was almost sad when it was time to drive back to the schoolhouse. While Jett drove the big truck he needed to come up with the perfect reason why she should go on a date with them, and where they could go.

The closer they got to the schoolhouse the more stressed he became, unable to think of a single good idea. Finally, as they turned into the access road he blurted out, “So, Eve, how do you feel about BDSM sex?”

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

When he’d run his hand up Eve’s inner thigh, Jett’s cock had almost exploded. He’d scarcely touched her silky soft skin, but it’d been enough to almost bring him to his knees. He’d been really glad Morgan was there to punish her for teasing him, because his endurance had been stretched to breaking point. Now it was time to see if he could make her snap.

The way they’d told her to lie on the cold concrete floor meant she couldn’t watch them. When a sub was permitted to rest her head on her forearms, she could sneak a peek out between her fingers. By ordering Eve to have her face to the floor all she could use to watch them was a small amount of her peripheral vision, and Jett intended to make damn sure she couldn’t guess his plans.

Jett stomped over to the counter letting his boots echo on the concrete floor. He’d asked for ice cubes to be provided in an insulated flask so there was no hint for her to guess by catching sight of an ice bucket or something like that. Anyone who saw an insulated flask would automatically assume it was a hot drink, not ice.

Jett kneeled beside her body and said, “You aren’t permitted to move.” Then he placed a row of ice cubes along her spine, a shorter row in the small of her back above her ass, and picked up a single cube in his fingers to force inside her anus. When it popped through the tight ring of muscles, he inserted a second one, then a third. The heat of her body would very quickly melt the cubes. The room was warm, and her ass was hot from the punishment. Nonetheless, he watched her skin sprout goose bumps where the ice rested.

Jett looked up at Morgan whose hands were behind his back. Keeping his back turned away from Eve, Morgan moved down toward her feet, then crouched beside her and ran the feather he was hiding from her over the soles of her feet. She tried not to move, but her toes curled. Good. A ticklish sub was going to give them a lot of opportunities for various games.

Morgan dipped the feather in the water from the melting ice cubes on her back, and trailed it across her skin, along her sides, down to her ribs, and across her shoulders. The contrast between the feather teasing her skin, and the icy-cold wet trail it left, should arouse her even farther, he hoped.

Jett watched Morgan as well as Eve, and was ready when Morgan glanced at him. He scooped the partly melted ice cubes back into their container and returned it to the bench, taking the feather from Morgan with him at the same time.

Now was the crux of the entire session. Would she fuck them or not? Was it what she wanted, or had she been satisfied already? It was quite reassuring to have Morgan standing at his side. That way the two of them could make the decision together, and that should mean it was much less likely they’d make a mistake and misjudge her. Jett was almost fearful of misunderstanding her and alienating her feelings. It was going to be exceptionally difficult to bring her to a decision to mate with them before telling her about them being wolves, without risking a misunderstanding of her body language along the way.

“Stand, sub. You deserve a reward. Would you like to come?” he asked her.

“Yes, Master.”

“Would you like to be fucked?” asked Morgan.

Her cheeks flushed pink, but her voice was firm. “Yes, Master.”

“Are you wet?”

“Yes, Master.”

Jett stood back and watched as this time it was Morgan who touched her. And this time she stood absolutely motionless, not moving so much as a muscle. She was obviously very intent on winning her reward now, and not prepared to jeopardize it in any way. That told him a lot about her. For a start, it proved she’d deliberately tried to influence them last time. But he’d guessed that immediately anyway. It also showed him she was measuring them just as much as they were measuring her, which proved she was an intelligent woman. He liked that, very much.

Morgan scooped some of her honey from her pussy lips onto his fingers and offered the juice to Jett. Jett licked a finger and nodded. “She’s ready.”

Morgan stripped off his pants, thong, socks, and shoes, then rolled a condom over his cock. The man looked every bit as aroused as he was. When Morgan was ready, Jett unlaced his boots and removed them and his socks, unzipped his pants, and pulled them and his boxers off together. He collected the condom he’d chosen which was a chocolate-flavored one and rolled it on. His cock was so engorged it was quite a challenge but it was much too soon to suggest to Eve they go bareback.

Morgan sat on the floor in the center of the room, legs splayed wide apart. “Sit on my knee. Face outward.”

Eve gave him a curious look, but said nothing, and did as he said, letting her legs fold backward over the top of Morgan’s.

Now it was Jett’s turn. He stood in front of them, between Morgan’s legs, his cock level with Eve’s mouth. She was tall for a woman, but just the perfect height for this particular scene. Jett braced his feet apart and said, “Suck me.”

At first he rested his hands on her shoulders as she gently held his cock and balls in her palms. But as she sucked him down, and Morgan began to pump up and down inside her cunt, Jett gripped her head to hold her where he wanted her most. He pulled the hairpins out of her updo and ran his fingers through her hair. It smelled of flowers and was so soft and fine to touch. His hair was thick and coarse compared to hers. His hair never smelled this good either.

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