Sold To The Alphas: A BBW Paranormal Romance (18 page)

I did eventually hear a buzzing noise, but being that it came right after loud pounding that could have only come from a hammer, the buzzing made me think more of an electric drill than a vibrating toy. I was quite thoroughly confused.

I was also becoming quite thoroughly aroused, to the point that I was biting back soft little moans here and there, as the Ticklers continued to work their magic.
Confused and aroused
, I thought.
This night is getting weird
. The longer the sounds of hammering and electric drilling continued, though, the more intrigued I became. I wanted to see and quickly experience whatever bizarre item from the 'pleasure chest' was requiring such an elaborate set-up.

The bathroom door was cracked, and from what I could smell, elaborate meal preparations were going on at the same time as whatever else was going on with all the construction noises. The heavenly scent of sizzling steak soon wafted into the bathroom, quickly overpowering the light vanilla scent of the bubbles in my bath. Now I was getting a bit hungry.

I was hungry, confused, and aroused. The evening was beginning to seem not just strange, but profoundly strange. Not that I minded. It was turning out to be a profoundly strange evening, though in a pleasant sort of way, even though I realized that thought probably didn't make a ton of sense.

In about a half-hour or so, Grayson finally poked his head in the bathroom and told me to come on out whenever I was ready. I hopped out of the tub and began drying off, beyond ready right then.

Wrapped in a towel and with my long brown hair, which I'd kept dry during my soak, piled on top of my head in a messy bun, I soon stepped out of the bathroom and into the living room area, where Chase and Grayson stood, each of them holding hammers.

With a definite little glint in his deep green eyes, Chase used his hammer to gesture to something suspended from the ceiling. "Ta-da."

I stared at the thing suspended from the ceiling, completely unable to make sense of it. "Um...what?"

CHAPTER TWELVE

I stepped closer to the thing suspended from the ceiling in the living room, surveying it while still not comprehending what it was. "I mean...what is it?" 

All that was apparent to me was that it was a tangle of tightly-woven, thick, black canvas straps all connected to an even thicker strap, which was anchored by some sort of metal pulley system secured with an enormous anchor bolt to one of the thick oak rafters lining the ceiling. Next to the anchor bolt was a smaller bolt and two pieces of metal nailed to the rafter, these parts seeming to serve as some sort of a pulley system for the straps.

But as to exactly what three people, or even a single person, might
do
with all these tightly-woven black straps, I hadn't the faintest clue.

With his eyes glinting just like Chase's, Grayson glanced at the contraption before giving me a sexy half-grin. "It's a 'pleasure swing.'"

"A...a what?"

Back in Greenleaf, my friends and I had had many discussions about the various "pleasure products" manufactured in Ashcrest, though I'd never heard of this one before.

Grayson gave me another sexy half-grin, turning my insides to jelly. "It's a 'pleasure swing.' One that we can easily take down and set back up as frequently as we like now that the anchor bolts have been installed. Though you may have to explain to Flora and Skye why you have permanent anchor bolts in one of your ceiling beams now."

I began slowly walking around the 'pleasure swing,' aroused to the point of having a deep, frustrating ache low in my belly. "How does it work?"

Chase picked up a few of the thick straps by the ends, showing me that the ends were actually loops, the insides padded with a cushion of black foam. "We'll put your arms and legs in the loops so that you'll be suspended in the air, like a swing. And we can suspend you in any different number of positions. We can suspend you in a position where we can make love to you from behind. You can be on your back or your side...we can even use the straps to spread your legs very wide so that you can receive some serious attention from our mouths while we're on our knees in front of you."

A little whimper of desire escaped my mouth, and Chase continued with a devilish gleam in his eyes, obviously enjoying my eagerness and frustration.

"The swing also spins on its anchor so that we can quickly and easily take turns giving you pleasure if you're so inclined. We can also tighten the straps around your legs and arms so that you can be suspended, receiving pleasure, without having to hold on to anything. Though even when tightened, the padding in the straps should make it so that they won't pinch or hurt."

Swallowing, I let my towel fall to the floor. "Forget dinner. Let's try this out right now."

Chase and Grayson immediately and simultaneously raked their gazes over my now-naked body, an extreme hunger, though not for food, evident in their eyes. I thought I was going to get my wish. I thought we were going to test out the swing right then.

However, after a moment or two, Grayson scooped me up in his strong arms and carried me over to the dinner table, which was already laden with food. "Ever had dinner naked before?"

I scoffed, irritated. "Naked and while wearing three Ticklers that are quickly driving me half-insane? Can't say that I have. And for the record, let me state that you and Chase are sexual torturers."

Chuckling, Grayson moved his mouth to my ear and spoke in a low voice. "Maybe. But I think you like it."

I scoffed again, but didn't respond. Maybe I
did
like it a little. Though, if dinner wasn't a fairly quick affair, I felt like I might overturn the heavy oak table out of frustration.

Fortunately, Chase and Grayson seemed just as eager to try out the swing as I was, and dinner
was
a fairly quick affair. During the meal, I sat on Grayson's lap, squirming and sighing periodically, while he and Chase fed me bites of steak, French fries, sautéed vegetables, and salad.

Being that I couldn't really focus on the food, despite it being delicious, I didn't really eat very much, more like sampled everything; however, I did manage to empty an enormous glass of red wine, which seemed to have the effect of heightening my excitement even further. Though, of course, sitting on Grayson's lap, feeling his manhood become rock-hard beneath my seat, might have had something to do with that as well.

When Grayson finally rose from the table and carried me over to the swing, Chase got up and turned off all but one or two small lamps in the cabin, then lit more candles to join those on the dinner table, filling the entire cabin with a soft, warm glow. I realized I was now practically panting with desire, my most intimate parts drenched in slickness. I was so turned on, I wasn't self-conscious or hesitant in the least, when Grayson began helping me get into the swing, even though being positioned in a  “pleasure swing” was a brand-new experience.

He first guided me to step into a large padded harness-type formation of straps that served as the swing's seat; then, once I was sitting in the seat, he put my legs into loops, which he tightened.

Chase had joined us by this point, and tightened loops around my arms. Now fully suspended, I pushed gently against Chase's hard chest, making myself swing just as gently. I found that what Chase had said had been completely correct. The padded straps around my rear, legs and arms didn't hurt in the least, and in fact, they were actually pretty comfortable. And being suspended in the swing was fun. Now, I just needed Chase and Grayson to get out of their clothes so they could join me in the fun.

After spending a few seconds surveying the main anchor bolt holding the swing, and me in it, to the oak rafter, just making sure it looked entirely secure, which it did, I lowered my gaze to Chase and Grayson, opening my mouth to ask them to undress. However, there was no need. They were one step ahead of me, both of them already nearly naked, tearing their clothes off, their gazes roving my own naked body suspended in the swing.

Chase, who happened to be nearest me, got to work on pleasuring me first. Once completely naked, he dropped to his knees in front of me, took my hips in his arms, and began planting slow kisses, his mouth firm and warm, all over my inner thighs, the feel of his mouth making me moan.

At the same time, Grayson dropped to his knees on the thick rug beneath us all as well, though beside me. He took me in his arms, guided me to lie back, then began planting kisses along the side of my throat while ever-so-gently rocking me in the swing, rocking my femininity nearer and nearer Chase's face.

Very soon, to my extreme relief, just as the ache low in my belly had become nearly unbearable, Chase removed the Tickler from between my legs, then moved his mouth from my inner thighs to the area where I
really
wanted to feel it, the area the Tickler had been covering. He locked his lips on my most sensitive spot for a long moment, making me sigh, squirming; he then slowly began gliding the tip of his tongue across my throbbing little bud, making me cry out.

While Chase continued on with his intimate attentions, Grayson began kissing me, still holding me in his arms, still very gently rocking the swing, rocking my femininity against Chase's mouth and his stroking tongue.

I didn't even make an attempt to hold back in an effort to prolong my pleasure. There was no way I possibly could have. Chase's slow stroking felt too good, as did Grayson's arms around me while he kissed me hungrily, his tongue plundering my mouth. All of these sensations combined with the gentle swaying of the swing quickly conspired to drive me over the edge.

Within a minute or two, I pulled my mouth from Grayson's, crying out, while rhythmic waves of pure ecstasy crashed over me. As I usually did, because I was unable
not
to, I bucked my hips in rhythm with my shudders of pleasure, and this had the effect of making the swing sway a bit more, driving my most sensitive spot against Chase's mouth even harder. This motion intensified my climax to the point that it lasted at least twice as long as one usually did.

Grayson had been right that I'd needed to eat dinner in order to have enough energy to keep up with all the attention I was to receive that evening. After I'd all but begged for more, Chase got to his feet, used the pulley system connected to the rafter to adjust the length of the straps suspending me, then slid the entire very-considerable length of his rock-hard pole inside of me, making me gasp.

He and Grayson then took turns making love to me, their thrusts making the swing sway gently. With each return sway toward them, I slid down the entire length of their thick shafts, the sensation of being so completely and deeply filled making me moan each and every time. 

When they finally helped me out of the swing late that night, I was so spent from pleasure that my legs felt like rubber. Chase carried me to bed, and I fell asleep almost instantly, certain I was drifting off with my mouth curved in a very satisfied smile. I slept hard, wrapped in his and Grayson's strong arms, though, when I awoke late the next morning, they were both gone.

I figured there might have been more enemy wolf trouble overnight, and when I talked to Flora on the phone around lunchtime, she confirmed this.

“And it just figures. The first day in forever that I haven't felt completely ill with morning sickness, Hunter is called away to help Chase and Grayson with yet another wolf problem. Skye volunteered to watch Lily for a little while so that Hunter and I could have a romantic little picnic in the forest, emphasis on
romantic
, if you know what I mean, but now...well, by the time he gets back from dealing with whatever wolf situation that's going on right now, I'm sure it will be midnight. Far too late for any sort of a picnic, obviously. I'll probably feel sick again by then, too."

Sighing, Flora suddenly paused. "I'm sorry, Rowan. I don't mean to be so negative today. But I
am
getting really sick of it all. The constant danger...all the time our men have to spend away from us dealing with the enemy wolves...just, everything. I know he's kind of dropped it, but I do wish Grayson would bring up the issue of moving the pack much closer to Ashcrest again. I wish he'd get Chase on board with it somehow. You, too."

I wasn't exactly sure quite
how
I felt about the disagreement Chase and Grayson had. Even the day it had happened, I'd really been too rattled from battling a wolf in my own living room to really give things much thought. I'd also been preoccupied with my fertility deception. Not to mention that part of me felt like it was pointless for me to spend any time contemplating the possibility of a move.

It would just be a waste of mental energy for me to spend any time deciding if I agreed with Chase or Grayson's point of view, because I
would
tell them about my deception, and
soon
, as I'd promised myself that morning, and when that finally happened, I was sure I'd be immediately heading back to Greenleaf, alone.

A move for the pack in the near future wouldn't even concern me, except as far as it concerned Skye, like I was now sure it would, in light of her whirlwind romance and new relationship with Brady.

Now that Flora had brought up the subject of a possible move, I realized that I did maybe have an opinion about it. I wanted Skye, Flora, Lily, and the new baby to be as safe as possible in the long-term.  Of course, that made it seem as if a move closer to Ashcrest would be the only position I could support. Although, at the same time, Grayson's position just didn't sit well with me. Or, maybe it was that Chase's thinking made too much sense to me.

The people living in all the small towns and villages around Shadowfen needed protection; Chase was absolutely correct about that. A pack move would mean more wolf attacks for these people and death for many. I could see how it might even be possible that after a few years, wolves could take over the whole area, killing or enslaving everyone. The people in the area needed the protection of the pack, and it didn't seem right that the pack should withdraw that protection to move, in search of a simpler, easier, less-dangerous life near Ashcrest.

I knew Grayson and Flora just wanted everyone in the pack to be safe. I could definitely understand their thinking, Flora's especially, with her being a mother. But as she continued talking on the phone, elaborating on her frustration with remaining in Shadowfen, I realized that if I were in her position, even if I were pregnant, even if it were
possible
for me to become pregnant, I wouldn't feel the same way. I'd want to remain in Shadowfen, with Chase and his men protecting the village and the people living near it.