The Dom Unleashes His Wolf [Unchained Love 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (15 page)

Finally they drew apart to breathe, and Tor said, “Begin to penetrate her now, Cameron. You need to go very slowly so that she can dilate to accept you.”

Before Gaynor could assimilate his instructions to Cameron, Tor was kissing her again and her brain ceased to work. Never had she been kissed so romantically, so thoughtfully. Tor dropped his head to her breasts, kissing each nipple, drawing it into his mouth, palming the globes and teasing the undersides with gently stroking fingers.

Desperately Gaynor pushed her breasts up into his mouth, wanting more, welcoming Cameron’s fingers now at the entry to her cunt.

Cameron was stroking and teasing her pussy lips, gradually inserting his fingers deeper and deeper, and everything the two men were doing felt so good, so very good, she never wanted it to stop.

Gaynor felt her cream dripping onto Cameron’s hand and fingers and tried to widen her legs even farther as he pushed his knuckles inside her. God, his knuckles were wonderful, touching her walls, feeling knobbly but sexy.

“Oh God, don’t stop. You feel so good. Go deeper, stretch me more.”

Tor was still playing with her breasts, making them ache with need of him. Her nipples were harder than diamonds, and when he pressed a nipple to the roof of his mouth and sucked hard on it, Gaynor almost came on the spot.

“Tor, do the other one, please. Feels so good.”

“What a bossy little sub you are,” he said, but he sucked the other nipple into his mouth and stretched it with his teeth, tugging gently before using his tongue to push it against the roof of his mouth.

Her cunt rippled and cream flooded from her. At that very moment Cameron forced the widest part of his hand inside her. It burned as he stretched her to her limits, but she was so wet, so aroused, that she climaxed around his fingers.

Cameron twisted and turned his hand inside her, stroking her walls with both his fingers and the palm of his hand. Then he made a fist and rubbed his knuckles on her walls, stretching her farther. Gaynor was still climaxing hard around, him, groaning with pleasure. “Yes, yes, more,” she whimpered.

Tor kneeled beside her head and pushed his cock against her lips. She could no longer think, but she licked his head then sucked him inside.

Gaynor tried to give Tor a blow job, but her brain was scarcely functioning anymore. She was overwhelmed with the pleasure, so deep inside her, of Cameron’s hand, pushing, stretching her, touching her everywhere, driving her crazy.

“More,” she mumbled around Tor’s cock.

Tor pushed her head back, and she opened the back of her throat for him, licking along his shaft as he guided it in and out of her mouth. He must have been highly aroused, because she could scarcely focus on pleasing him but as she sucked him he orchestrated the movement of his cock, pulling it out to let her breathe deeply and moan with pleasure then nudging the back of her throat until she opened it for him.

An even stronger wave of release rolled through her as his cock was down her throat. Gaynor groaned, her throat gripping Tor, and he came, exploding his semen into her mouth. Quickly he pulled back up, letting her swallow. Even as she shook in release she was aware of hot cum splashing on her belly. Cameron was holding his cock with his other hand, bursts of essence jetting from its head onto her.

Oh yeah, she hadn’t even thought about his release. Poor Cameron, after he’d given her such amazing pleasure, too.

After he came, as her orgasm died down, Cameron gently slid his hand out of her cunt. It seemed to come out much easier than it’d gone in, likely because she was stretched. She still felt stretched, well used, but didn’t care.

“Best orgasm ever,” she whispered, smiling at Tor and Cameron.

One after the other they bent over to kiss her.

“Hell, yes. This is one scene we’ll definitely do again,” said Tor.

Tor led Gaynor and Cameron into Larry’s office at Carnal Connections, this time to find out if they’d been accepted. His belly was crawling with tension. No matter how many times he’d gone over and over the so-called “personality test” in his mind, there were only two options. Either he’d passed, or he’d failed. And if he’d failed, he was terrified his future with Gaynor and Cameron would never come true. Already he’d fucked up big time over the wolf, and a second fuckup could only be the end of their trust in him forever.

But surely they wouldn’t have been invited back to be told they’d failed. Unless only he’d failed, and Cameron and Gaynor could live here, but not with him.

Oh hell. He hadn’t felt so sick with worry since he was eleven years old and shifted into his wolf the very first time.

Larry waved them to the chairs placed in front of his desk.

“Right. You’re in. You’re all very compatible with us. However, there are still a lot of decisions to make. Where you’ll build your house, what role you’ll play in the community, and other things, but you all passed the tests with flying colors, and we’re happy to have you join us.”

Tor felt part of the tension in his muscles and back relax, but there still seemed to be a mountain or two to climb yet. He was just so relieved he hadn’t let his subs down. Well, not so far, anyway. “I was looking at kit homes, modular construction units. They’re portable and easy to assemble, nice, solid constructions, but they’re not very big,” he said.

“Hmm. Let’s talk to JB. He’s a builder, and he’s figured out some layout or other with some of those modular construction units. With the rogue panther group prowling around, JB is going to have some emergency housing set up here for a group of cat-shifters in case of need.”

“Ramona’s going to live here, too?” asked Gaynor.

Her voice sounded quite excited, and Tor guessed she’d be happy to spend more time with her friend.

“We’re just discussing emergency accommodation at this stage,” said Larry dismissively. He pushed a map into the middle of the table. “These are the existing houses.” He tapped a finger on a series of little black rectangles. “These are the areas we want to remain untouched.” This time his finger ran across a broad oval area shaded green. “The road is here, the main entry here, and the main building here.” His finger rested on a pale-yellow block.

Tor stared at the map, needing to make a fast but good decision. “I think we’d like to be a bit away from the other homes but still with easy access to the road and the main building. I’m assuming we’ll need to lay a gravel track to drive on?”

Larry nodded. “Yup.”

Once again Tor scanned the map. Gaynor and Cameron were looking at it but not giving him any signals, so he assumed they were okay with him making the decision. “How about here? It’s not all that much past the last house but not too close, either. We’d need to grade what, three hundred feet of track. And it’s also not far from the rough land, which I’m assuming is where I’d be permitted to run.”

Tor turned to Gaynor and Cameron. Both were nodding and seemed happy. So he looked at Larry. Larry scanned the map then said, “Not a bad choice. I don’t see a problem with you settling there. Let me call JB in and you can talk about your house.”

JB was a stocky man with dark hair, very businesslike. He spouted a stream of figures. Angles, dimensions, square feet, and more. Tor almost felt like he had to run to keep up with the man’s explanations. But it was very evident JB was an expert at this, and Tor was inclined to let him deal with it. “Basically, what we really want is an extra room for Cameron to use as a home office and a much bigger bathroom. Maybe more storage space, too. With three of us, the closets in the original design likely won’t be adequate.”

“Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. No problems. If we use a standard module here and the advanced module here, join them here, which places the two wet areas together to give you a double-sized kitchen and a double-sized bathroom, that should work. We’ll take out these walls—they’re non-load-bearing—and you get this extra space here. Now, if we partition this off here, that will make you a storage room and an office for Cameron. Sound good?”

JB’s pencil flashed over the diagrams, drawing a wiggly line over the walls to be removed and a dotted line where the wall would be added. He pointed to everything as he mentioned it, and it was suddenly all so easy and obvious Tor was amazed.

“That’s excellent. I can’t believe how simple you made it seem. I reckon that’ll be perfect. Gaynor? Cameron? How do you feel about this layout?”

“Is there a tub in the bathroom or just shower?” asked Gaynor, peering at the diagram.

“There’s a shower over the tub in the module. What we can easily do though, since we’re putting two bathrooms into one, is leave this tub here and have only a shower here but make it larger. We can put in an extra-large shower base and a glass door if you’d like,” said JB, sketching in the changes.

“Oh yeah. I’d like.”

Tor laughed. He could just picture Gaynor naked in a tub of hot water, surrounded by bubbles. What a scene he could build around that picture!

“My office would be this room, right? And that’s the window, and that’s a closet? What’s the Internet reception like out here?”

“Yes, yes. High-speed cable to your house. Wi-Fi inside and for maybe ten feet all round it. You can check Facebook sitting on your deck. We like to be connected to the virtual world here,” answered JB.

“That looks ideal to me. Everything’s coming together really well. It’s only about a half-hour commute for me from here, which is no big deal.”

JB stood up. “Good then. I’m about to order the modules for the emergency accommodation, so I’ll add your house to the order. I might be able to wrangle a bit of a discount with such a big order. I can’t promise, but there’s a good chance. Delivery shouldn’t be too long. Couple weeks maybe, a month at the max.” He nodded and left the room as Tor called out, “Thank you,” to his retreating back.

“Any questions?” asked Larry.

“I’d like to talk to the other wolf who lives here. An older man. I don’t know his name, but he has a sandy-gray coat in wolf form.”

“Kurt. I’ll get him to call you.”

“Thank you.” Tor stood and shook Larry’s hand. Everything was going so smoothly he could hardly believe it. So many things he’d been worrying about had neatly fallen into place. Even their finances weren’t going to be an issue as, with his and Cameron’s assets, they could get loans to cover the rest of the cost of buying a modular house, even a double-sized one, and paying their expenses would be no worse than where they were living already. Besides, living in a community like this would be a dream come true.

Talking to the other wolf—Kurt—would be starting him on the next step, learning how to plan a commitment ceremony. Surely Gaynor and Cameron would agree to that now. Surely they could see how much he loved and needed them both. All their other problems were well on the way to being solved. Now was the time to move forward boldly and strongly into the future.

Tor had to make sure he planned their commitment ceremony properly so the night would be truly worthy of his wonderful subs. He loved them and wanted the night to demonstrate that love for them, to demonstrate he would always care for them and protect them with every breath in his body.

In the parking lot he turned to Gaynor and Cameron, watching their faces carefully. “You’re happy about this? It’s a free choice to come here and commit to living together as a triad? You’ve forgiven me for not telling you I’m a shape-shifter?”

Gaynor kissed him then Cameron. “Being together is what I want most in all the world. I truly love you both. As for the wolf thing, it was a real shock, but now I know your story, and I can understand your reasoning.”

“None of this is how I imagined my life would turn out. But I’ve never been so content before. This lifestyle completes me. I wouldn’t want to live any other way, and I love you both, too,” said Cameron.

A huge lump filled Tor’s throat. These two made him fulfilled. Happy.

Just then two big cats raced up the road and in the gate, skidding across the parking lot to hide behind their car. The larger one was nudging the smaller one, pushing it under the vehicle before crawling under itself.

“Ramona?” asked Gaynor.

“Well. It looks like we aren’t leaving just yet after all,” said Cameron.

Tor was staring back to the road. He walked to the rear of the car, hoping his legs would help hide the animals if anyone was looking along the ground. “Here comes trouble,” he said as an old white truck stopped just outside the property.

Cameron and Gaynor moved to stand beside him as the truck door opened.

Half a dozen people erupted from the main building of the community and rushed to the gate.

“This is private property,” said one of the men from Carnal Connections, stopping just inside the gate and holding out his hand in a “stop” motion to the men climbing out of the truck.

The men in the truck appeared to be arguing with each other, but Tor couldn’t hear what they were saying. After a few minutes they got back in and drove off, but Tor was certain they’d be back. Probably at night and possibly with friends and even weapons, he thought, remembering the knife that’d slashed his side at the basketball match.

* * * *

Gaynor was once again wearing her mile-high, bright-red fuck-me shoes. But this time they were accompanied by a slinky black dress that plunged to display the curve of her breasts in the front and exposed her back almost to her butt. Her pure white hair was in an updo, with just a few strands trailing to her neck to soften the line of her face, and she clutched a tiny red purse to match her shoes. Her fingernails and toenails were again freshly painted red, but a slightly more subdued shade than the one she’d worn to Carnal Connections.