Mate Not Wanted (18 page)

Pierce continued to pound her pussy with long, hard strokes that ratcheted up her pleasure. She allowed herself to become lost in the experience as her orgasm grew, filling all portions of her body until she was sure she would burst or incinerate. She couldn’t hold back the muffled moans as she was taken higher and higher, until she flew over the precipice and fell down into darkness.

Ryan jerked and thickened in her mouth while Pierce came into her vagina. Both men grunted as they came. Madison felt her own muscles turn to liquid. Her mind became swathed in cotton and her heartbeat continued its erratic rhythm.

Ryan pulled out of her mouth and Pierce slipped out of her pussy. She heard thuds and groans.

“Goddess, that felt good. Give me a few to recover,” Ryan said.

Pierce chuckled. “Not as young as you used to be, huh, old man? You get some rest and then go make us something to eat. I’ll untie our beautiful captive.”

Madison sighed and relaxed. She just lay there, savoring the afterglow of orgasm as small aftershocks rocked her body. So far, it had all been perfect.

After a minute or two she felt the bondage tape being peeled off and the roughness of Pierce’s fingers as they worked over her wrists. He massaged up her arms and across her shoulders. With strong pressure and a gentleness she’d never associated with him, he worked over her muscles until she melted further.

The vibrations in her ass stopped and the plug was pulled out with a gentle tug. Her muscles protested at the sudden lack of girth, but she didn’t complain. Pierce took off her blindfold last of all. He left her for a moment, only to return with a warm, damp cloth and a towel to dry her off. Then he scooped her up and laid her on the bed.

“You relax here. Ryan will return in a moment with the food.”

“Why are you doing this?” Madison hadn’t meant to ask the question. In fact, she had no clue where it had come from, but it had slipped out nonetheless.

“Aftercare for a sub, love. It’d be irresponsible of both me and Ryan not to take care of you after what you’ve been through. Just lie back and savor it,” he said teasingly. “You’ll get more action soon enough.”

Chapter Eleven

Madison did as he had suggested. She lay there and watched Pierce go about gathering up the toys and cleaning up the spanking bench.

“Do you have any questions?” he asked her.

Madison shook her head. “Nothing that I can think of. Wait, why are we eating? Why can’t we just go back into the sex?”

Pierce hid a smile. “For energy and to give your body something to draw from. Protein is best for lasting strength, while sugar will give you a temporary punch.”

Ryan returned from the kitchen with three steaming plates of eggs, bacon, and toast along with a carafe of orange juice. Pierce finished up with the bench and set the table, then gestured for Madison to join them.

She slid off the bed and joined them at the table. It was placed near a large floor-to-ceiling window that showed a gorgeous view of the gardens illuminated by small pathway lights. The moon overhead was half an orb of silver.

Madison tore her gaze from the window and looked from Pierce to Ryan. “This is a one-time thing, right? I don’t think I can take both of you all the time, especially as mates. Pierce, I can accept. And I’m even adjusting to the whole mate thing. But both of you? A ménage for me is just a fantasy, nothing I can actually live every day.”

Pierce nodded. “Even I can’t put up with Ryan every day and he’s my best friend. But he’s got his own mate to find. You’re mine and mine alone.”

Madison pushed away her plate and turned to face Pierce. “So what are we going to do next now that we’ve eaten?”

Pierce reached out and caressed her face. Warmth flooded through him when she turned toward his touch and sighed.

“Our next step is to tie you down to that bed and give you as much pleasure as you can handle. We’re going to push past your expectations. Still trust us?”

She scraped her teeth along her bottom lip. “Fine, but you better fuck me in the end.”

Madison rose and headed to the bed. She climbed on and made her way across the mattress, muscles rippling, back arched, and hair falling around her features as if she had become the lioness in human form.

Her grace and perfection left Pierce in awe. “Truly, beautiful,” he uttered.

Every dip, curve, and line of her left him in wonder, and he was thankful that she trusted him enough to give up her freedom and personal safety yet again.

“It takes a strong person to submit and admit their desires,” Ryan said. “And it takes a strong woman to trust herself with two alpha feline shifters. You’re a lucky man, my friend.” He reached over and gave Pierce’s shoulder a squeeze.

“Stop gawking at me and get over here,” Madison ordered. “Gods, do I have to take control myself? Are you two Doms are not?”

Ryan laughed. “And I envy you one bit. Well, are we Doms or not? She’s being a brat. I believe delayed gratification is in order.”

Pierce felt the ripple of fur under his skin once more as the tiger yawned awake. “Yes, I think that’s in order.”

He gathered up the implements of her pleasure and torment and went to the bed. With a nod at Ryan, he went to one side of the bed and Ryan took the other. In concert, they fastened her bindings to her wrists and then her ankles. Pierce climbed up on the bed and dangled the blindfold over her eyes.

“Once more your sight will be taken. This is to enhance the pleasure and pain. Do you want to continue?”

“Green.” She closed her eyes and shifted her body.

Pierce tied on the blindfold and settled himself between her legs while Ryan picked up the feathered whip and took his place on her right side. With a nod, they began, Pierce with a slow swipe of his tongue over her outer labia and Ryan with the feathers over her breasts to tease her nipples. Ryan took her mouth in a slow, sensual kiss while Pierce concentrated on lapping up her honey. Her moans and the undulation of her hips was his reward for her efforts.

With deft flicks he teased her clit while Ryan sucked at one of her nipples, dragging a thick, stiff feather over the other peak. Pierce could feel her body heat climb as her legs trembled and her groans increased in volume. He parted her nether lips with his thumbs and took her clit between his teeth and sucked it into his mouth. He rimmed her dripping entrance with just the tip of his index finger before pushing it into her tight, wet channel.

She moaned and tightened her vaginal muscles around the invasion. He tugged on her clit, teasing it with flicks and taps of his tongue. Ryan tapped and flicked her body with the feathers while he pressed kisses to her breasts. Pierce gripped her hips and held her down as her body bucked writhed under their ministrations. Her cries echoed around the room and filled his ears.

Fire filled Pierce’s body. His balls ached. He could feel his semen filling his cock. Pierce was on the verge of coming again.

He threw a pained glance at Ryan, who nodded and stopped what he was doing to untie Madison’s wrists. Pierce gave her slit one last lick and withdrew his finger, then rose up on his knees and undid the bonds around her ankles. Ryan threw him a condom and he sheathed himself as Ryan helped Madison sit up and held her against him.

“Pierce, you should lie down and she can ride you while I take her from behind.” Sweat bathed Ryan’s face and his hair hung in damp strands.

All Pierce could do was nod. He was so far gone it was impossible for him to imagine anything except the prospect of sliding into Madison’s body and fucking her until they both passed out. His tiger scratched at its cage, clawing its way past the magical walls that kept it inside.

Pierce barely noticed the pain that slashed his body from within. He could feel his teeth changing into sharp points as his jaw widening to accommodate the new growths. His muscles flexed and trembled as his body tried to push the change.

Snow-white fur with delicate black striping dusted along his arms and chest, trailed down his stomach and coated his legs.

“Pierce,” Madison murmured. Her fingers trailed through the fine pelt. He hadn’t gone full tiger yet.

Just feeling Ryan’s cock tunnel into Madison’s ass added extra stimulation and pleasure to the experience. Together, they fucked her. With each push and withdrawal, Pierce’s hunger grew until he could no longer hold back the beast. He needed to mark his mate, make her his. Without thought he lowered his head to her shoulder, opened his mouth and bit down. His newly sharpened teeth burst through the thin layer of flesh and sunk right into the muscles. He moved his hips as his tongue lapped up the metallic taste of her blood. Inside of him, his tiger roared its accomplishment.

Madison raked her nails down his sides and she slipped her hands under his butt to cup each cheek and hold on as she took the dual pounding.

She came. And, like a chain reaction Pierce followed, and then Ryan. With a groan, Ryan moved away from them, letting Pierce hold her.

Pierce’s heart raced as sweat dried on his body. The bed jiggled as Ryan got off. Pierce’s mind barely registered anything but contentment.

“Sorry, Pierce,” a flush covered Ryan's face. “I'll go start cleaning up and get to my room. You spend time with Madison.”

“Mmrph,” Madison mumbled. She readjusted her body and laid her head on his shoulder.

“Lmaph,” Pierce responded.

She wriggled against him and he groaned as prickles raced through his sensitized penis.

“Shite,” he groaned and wrapped his arms around her. He rolled the two of them over onto their sides. Once there, he bit his lip and pulled out. Madison turned over onto her back and sighed. The wound on her shoulder looked like a perfect set of bite marks, and there were only a few smears of blood. It had stopped leaking.

A soft snore came from Madison, and Pierce could only shake his head and sigh. He’d let her rest. Later, he would carry her to his bedroom and they could both get cleaned up properly. There was nothing more he could do now.

But he had marked her as his.

A flush heated his cheeks and neck as he thought about his partially shifted tiger canines piercing her delicate skin, drawing blood. How she’d feel about that he could only wait and see.

Chapter Twelve

Pierce sipped coffee as morning light streamed through the window over the kitchen sink. His body hummed with satisfaction and his tiger was purring in happiness. All was content with his world.

To say that Madison had surprised him was an understatement. He’d never expected some of the things she had told him. With Ryan’s help, he’d managed to get her to confess to things he’d never dream of associating with her. Never in his wildest dreams would he ever have thought that Madison—his Madison—suffered such fears about her body, her self-esteem, and self-worth. This just strengthened his resolve to get her to continue to open up to him, to prove to her that this wasn’t just a fling. He was dead serious about claiming her. In fact he already had.

A flush heated his cheeks and neck. He had marked her. He sipped the dark, rich, bitter brew as he soaked up the warmth of the early morning light.

Ryan bustled into the room, shirt partially buttoned, jacket off, his belt unbuckled, and his long, blond hair a loose nest. He glanced up at Pierce and stopped, his gray eyes filled with trepidation.

When Pierce didn’t say anything, Ryan growled, “Don’t give me the silent treatment just ’cause we shared your mate.”

Pierce raised an eyebrow in question before he took a sip of his coffee and then set down his mug.

“I was just enjoying the quiet before Jess came in here and kicked me out of her kitchen. You do realize that little elf would have my hide if she found out I’d started her precious Keurig without her present?”

Ryan’s shoulder slipped down and some of the tension drained from his body.

“Sorry.” He rubbed the back of his neck before grabbing his own cup and pouring himself some java. “Got a breakfast meeting with a possible new client. I overslept and I haven’t had a chance to work out. I’m exhausted and now I have to depend on coffee to keep me awake.”

Pierce shook his head. “No, that’s not it, mate. What’s up?” He wouldn’t push if Ryan didn’t want to talk about it.

Ryan sighed and leaned a hip against a counter. “Last night was intense. I’ve never…I’ve done scenes before but nothing so intimate. Makes me wish that I could return to Shadows, find a sub, and work myself out. It’s been awhile. That and…well…it was nice being with someone who found me attractive, sexy, desirable.” Ryan gave a shaky laugh. “My date seemed to want to claw my eyes out with a butter knife and I still wanted to fuck her into the floor. Jesus, I’m screwed up.”

Pierce winced. He felt his friend’s pain. “Before our date, I thought Madison wanted to do the same thing to me. It can still be sexy.”

Ryan snorted. “Yeah, until they try and rip your balls off.” He looked up at a wall clock and swore. “Gotta go. I’m late.”

He buckled his belt, buttoned up his shirt, and slipped on his jacket.

“Hair,” Pierce called out as Ryan dashed off.

“I’ve got a comb in the car,” Ryan shouted back.

“You need a rake,” Pierce teased.

“Fuck. You.” Ryan yelled before the front door slammed shut and once again Pierce was left in quiet. Until Jessica came into the room.

“And what are you doing looking so smug?” Jessica gave him a once over. A dark brown eyebrow winged up and a hard look entered her green eyes.

Pierce swallowed. “Just, um, having coffee,” he said slowly.

“Yes, and using my Keurig, I see.” She darted around him and checked the coffeepot. “You got smudges on it but nothing seems broken. I won’t know for sure until I make my tea. What do you want for breakfast? I’ve got bagels I made last night and some rolls.”

Pierce’s stomach growled in response. “How about some of your delicious strawberry white-and-milk-chocolate pancakes, bacon and eggs, coffee, and fresh-squeezed orange juice. Double order please. Madison slept over.”