Clark, Rachel - Alicia's Awakening (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (17 page)

But Lachlan wouldn’t be put off. He’d always demanded the truth—except when it had come to Alicia. “What do you believe?”

Doug tried a smile, but it seemed too important for any sort of false emotion so he dropped the façade and answered honestly. “I want to believe her.”

“You love her?” Lachlan asked, looking shocked. Doug probably should have expected that reaction. He’d trained dozens of subs in the past few years—she should have been just another sub—but none of them had affected him on the same levels as Alicia.

He nodded, unable to say the word out loud.

Unexpectedly, Lachlan laughed, rubbing a hand across his eyes as he explained.

“I picked the least emotional Dom I know, the one who
never
gets personally involved, to help me test Alicia’s acceptance of our lifestyle, and he ends up in love.”

“It wasn’t intentional,” Doug felt compelled to defend, but Lachlan just shook his head and smiled apologetically.

“It’s not your fault,” he finally said, reaching over to touch the sleeping woman in Doug’s arms again. “She’s very easy to love.”

“So what do we do now?” Doug asked quietly. He’d shared subs with other Doms before—hell it was often a part of sub training. But he’d never even considered sharing Alicia, partially because of Lachlan, but also because he’d wanted to keep her all to himself.

Fuck
.

So much for being in charge. This sub had him wrapped around her little finger, even if she didn’t know it.

“I’d rather share her than lose her,” Lachlan said, staring straight into Doug’s eyes. It was almost a challenge, a warning that he didn’t intend to walk away. Ironically, perhaps even unexpectedly, Doug was feeling exactly the same way.

But sharing someone he loved?

Was it even possible to do something like that long term?

Chapter Seventeen

I come awake slowly, vaguely aware of the deep voices talking above me. I lie there unmoving, cradled in my Dom’s embrace, his warm arms holding me close as someone else strokes the hair away from my eyes. I snuggle deeper into Doug’s hold, content just to soak in the safe, peaceful feeling. I’d been dealing with my panic attacks all alone my whole life. I can’t even explain how wonderful it makes me feel to have someone who understands, who notices, who’s there to help with my reactions. Doug always knows what I need.

Except…

Today it hadn’t been Doug. It had been Lachlan who’d reacted, Lachlan who’d beat my ass raw, averting the terror, and giving me something to hold on to, an anchor in a swirling vortex of emotion.

“I’d rather share her than lose her.”

Lachlan sounds very determined.

“Share me?” I ask before I can even think to hold my tongue. Doug rubs a hand over my sore bottom, a very obvious reminder of my place. In bed I should never speak unless spoken to. “Sorry, Sir,” I whisper.

“You’re forgiven, sub,” he says as he continues to rub his hand over my aching ass. But this time it’s more affectionate, a gentle reminder of the delicious pain Lachlan had inflicted, rather than a stinging warning of an uncomfortable punishment to come.

Lachlan stands up, leaves the room, and I feel panic rise in me as he walks down the hallway. I don’t want to lose my best friend, but I don’t want to leave Doug behind. Uncertain, frightened, once again fighting confusion, I squirm in Doug’s hold, undecided on what I should do. The hard slap on my thigh leaves me gasping for air.

“Relax, little sub,” he says against my ear. “Trust your Doms to know what they are doing.”

Doms?
I almost exclaim the word out loud, but the hand at my breast stills the impulse. Damn, I almost hate having sensitive nipples. Doug knows I hate clamps but he will use them for punishment if I give him a reason. I don’t want to give him a reason. I take a deep breath, and let it out slowly, trying to still my wildly beating heart. Finally I manage to whisper two of the only four words I’m allowed to say here in this room. “Yes, Sir.”

I lie there quietly, still nervously waiting for the front door to slam behind Lachlan as he leaves in anger, so I am almost surprised when he comes back into the bedroom.

“Drink,” he says as he pushes a straw into my mouth. I suck dutifully, swallowing gratefully when I finally realize how thirsty I am. He follows that with a wet washcloth against my face, the cool material soothing the raw burning of my eyes. I have no idea how long I cried, or how much, but judging by Lachlan’s soft strokes and tender care, my eyes look pretty awful. Damn. Why couldn’t I have been a pretty crier?

Doug holds me close, the thick denim of his jeans scraping over my sore bottom each time he takes a deep breath.

“What’s your safe word, sub?” he asks in a tone that I’ve never dared deny. There are times when he seems to be indulging me, letting me know it’s okay to screw up. But this isn’t one of them.

“Cabbage, Sir,” I say, trying to lower my gaze from Lachlan’s watchful eyes. Lachlan gives me a smile, but then nods his head in reminder for me to do as I should. I quickly lower my gaze.

“We’re both going to fuck you, little sub,” Doug says as he rolls away. I think he’s standing behind me, but with my gaze lowered I cannot be certain.

“Do you want to use your safe word, sub?” Lachlan asks in the same demanding tone.

“No, Sirs,” I say breathlessly as I finally realize what they mean by
share
.

“Good girl,” Doug says in a pleased voice before he starts getting bossy again. “Hands and knees. Now!”

I scramble to do what he says, but in my eagerness to please my Doms I’m clumsy and uncoordinated. I’m almost off-balance when hard hands wrap around my hips, steadying me, trapping me in place. I almost come from the first deep, hard thrust.

Heaven.

The fucking is brutal. Doug drags me onto his cock again and again, slamming his full length inside me as I shake in reaction. I know it’s him. I recognize his urgent need, rejoice as everything inside me races screaming toward orgasmic bliss.

But then he stops. Pulls away. Lets me go.

I sob my disappointment, careful not to speak, following the rules, grateful at least as he rubs both of his hands over my still-sore ass. And then he steps away, leaving me alone, bereft, cold.

Lachlan’s grip is different, his entry more careful, his groan entirely pleasing. He fucks me slowly, savoring each slide into my pussy, pushing as deep as he can go, grinding his pelvis against my ass before sliding out and beginning again.

But then he moves away, too.

Thankfully, I don’t have long to wait. Doug grabs me, drags me back, slams into my pussy, grunts as he fucks me. He grips my hair, curling a fist at the base of my skull, holding me tight as he pushes my head down and fucks me even harder.

I’m shaking all over, shivering with need, on the verge of orgasm when he stops once more. I growl my disappointment. The sharp slap on my ass only increases my need. I’m wriggling, needing more, wanting to demand they give me everything.

But I know the rules.

So I bite my lip and stay quiet.

They switch again, Lachlan slow and forceful, and then Doug fucking me like a wild man. Again and again they take turns, using me, taking what they need, perhaps even punishing me for loving them both. I can’t help it anymore. I’m panting, desperate to come, willing to risk punishment to grasp that wild peak.

“Don’t you dare,” Doug says. But there’s humor in his voice. He wants me to come. Maybe he’s even looking for a reason to punish me.

“Please, Sir,” I beg, knowing that the slaps against my ass will tip me over the edge. But Lachlan proves he and Doug have been discussing my reactions as a sub. He leans over, grips my nipples between his fingers and thumbs. I gasp, stilling, unable to move as he growls three words.

“Don’t. You. Dare.”

I swallow, panting through the pain, blinking back the tears as my peak moves away and my arousal drops a few notches. Finally, he lets go of my aching nipples as he slides his dick into my pussy once more. Slowly he fucks me, his cock so thick and hard inside me that I can barely remember again why I shouldn’t come.

The thick, slippery finger that prods at my back passage scares the hell out of me. Instinctively I try to crawl away. “No,” I whisper as every fear I’ve had about anal sex comes back to slam me.

“Are you using your safe word, sub?”

Doug knows. He knows I don’t want to try anal sex. My word will stop everything. One little word and it all comes to a halt. It’s on my lips, ready to destroy the amazing sensations we’ve shared so far, but the finger pushes inside, wriggling through the tight muscle, setting ablaze nerve endings I’ve only ever noticed once before. I gasp as the finger pushes deeper into my ass, the sensation foreign but not unpleasant.

“Good girl,” Doug says as he moves onto the bed and lies down where he can see my eyes. I moan at the amazing sensation when Lachlan spreads more lube into my crease and then pushes more fingers into my back passage. It stings but it’s not painful, almost like my body is opening to let him in.

I try not to panic when I feel the head of his cock slide between my ass cheeks, but again, just like with his fingers, he teases the muscles, letting them relax and loosen before pushing forward. He reaches for my thighs again, holding me still as he eases forward, his cock slowly filling my ass, the sensation not at all what I expected.

Finally he presses to the hilt, caressing my back as my body accepts his invasion. I moan as he begins to slide out slowly. Moan again as he slides back in.

Doug lies down beside me and then between him and Lachlan they carefully lift me over Doug’s cock. I’m shaking my head again, realizing what they intend to do, but this time they don’t ask, don’t suggest my safe word. If I want this to stop, I have to speak up right now.

But then Doug’s cock touches the entrance to my pussy and I can’t think of anything other than how right it feels. This is where I belong. If they’re willing to share me, then I’m willing to be shared.

And holy fucking hell, when Doug slides to the hilt inside my pussy, both men stuffing me full of cock, I’ve never felt more emotionally connected to other human beings in my entire life.

Both men groan as my ass and pussy throb.

“Fuck,” Lachlan growls as his cock swells inside my ass. He grips me tight, pushes me harder against Doug, starts to fuck my ass, slamming into me like a man possessed. Doug holds me, wrapping his arms around my head, pulling me into his embrace as Lachlan takes what he needs from me. I feel his cock twitching inside me, feel the moment before he fills the condom, smile to myself as he leans over me panting hard.

But it’s the hand that finds my clit that has me screaming. My ass and pussy clamp down on the cocks still inside me, Lachlan groaning as I clench around his spent cock. He slaps my thigh, pulling away a moment before Doug rolls me onto my back and starts fucking me wildly. My orgasm goes on and on, liquid heat scorching every nerve ending as electrical shocks work up and down my spine. A heaviness fills me, the sensation of somehow melting into the mattress so real that I open my eyes in shock.

“Come again,” Doug demands as he finds my clit once more. I nod eagerly, desperate to do as my Doms order. Thankfully, I don’t disappoint.

I undulate against the mattress, the incredible sensations flowing outward from my womb, fire traveling my veins as Doug thrusts hard and deep once more. He holds still, filling me with his seed, the now-familiar feeling bringing a peace to my heart that I’ve never felt before. Tiredly, he collapses over me, his weight pressing me into the bed, the sensation of being surrounded by him making me feel cherished and protected.