Free Panthers' Pleasure [Impulse 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Zara Chase Page A

one another in this bed.”
    Chantal blinked. “Why ever not?”
    “Because we want to christen it with our mate,” Vilas said. “I sleep on that side, and Rafe crashes out on the left. There’s acres of space between us, no touching allowed. That lovely gap in the middle with all those squidgy pillows is reserved for you, our mate.”
    “Or someone else.”
    “No, love,” Rafe said with determination. “You’re the one, even if you haven’t accepted that fact yet.”
    “You haven’t exactly given me much time.”
    “True.” Vilas nodded. “We’re prepared to wait.”
    “Presumably the rugs in the living room are there for you to have your fun on,” she said.
    “Absolutely.” Rafe laced his fingers with hers and led her back that way. “And that’s where you’re going to play with us now, if you’re willing.”
    She offered each of them a radiant smile. “Like you said just now, it’s my turn.”
    Vilas chuckled. “The lady’s hot.”
    She fanned her face with her free hand, making them both chuckle. “After watching you two in action, can you blame me?”
    “If you could remain immune while watching me fucking Vilas then you wouldn’t be the mate for us,” Rafe told her. “In case you hadn’t noticed, we like sex.”
    “Lots and lots of sex,” Vilas added, presumably to ensure that she was left in no doubt.
    “What are you planning to do with me?” she asked as they reentered the living room.
    “That’s for us to know and you to find out,” Rafe said. “When it comes to fucking, I’m in charge and whatever I say goes. If you don’t do as you’re told straightaway, you get punished.”
    “I see.” Chantal’s eyes sparkled and she bit her lower lip, her expression pensive. “But what if I don’t like what you do to me?”
    “You will, but if for some weird reason you don’t, just ask us to stop and we will.”
    “All right. That seems fair.”
    “You must behave submissively in our presence at all times, and speak only when spoken to.”
    “What should I call you?”
    “You refer to us both as ‘sir’ or ‘master’.”
    She stood in front of Rafe, lowered her eyes, and rubbed her thighs together. Vilas noticed and tapped her butt.
    “Leave that to us. We’ll make you come and come, and then come some more. You’ll be screaming at us to give you it, baby.”
    “Lay flat out on that furry rug, Chantal,” Rafe said, his voice resonating with authority.
    She did as he asked, moving so fast that she almost tripped over her own feet. Vilas and Rafe towered over her, feasting their eyes on the sight of their naked mate, lying there totally uninhibited, waiting for instructions. Her eyes were hazy, a sultry smile playing about her pouting lips, and her nipples very obviously rock hard. Rafe was willing to bet that her pussy was damp as well, and that her clit was throbbing in time with her raging hormones.
    They hadn’t had full intercourse with a woman, but they’d played games with enough of them to know how to give satisfaction without penetration. That had always been enough for Rafe. He knew what responsibility he bore for the future of his species and wasn’t prepared to mess with that. Penetration hadn’t seemed that important when balanced against such weighty responsibilities. He could get his female playmates to suck him off and, if he needed to fuck, Vilas was always willing to offer up his ass.
    Suddenly, looking down at his sinfully tempting mate to be, he couldn’t get the thought of penetration out of his head. He could mark her right now—he was sure she wouldn’t object—and then they’d be mated for life. It wasn’t the way he’d planned to do things, obviously, but he’d make sure she never regretted the lapse in his normally rigid control.
    “Don’t even go there,” Vilas pheromoned. “She has to make up her own mind.”
    Rafe sighed. “I know that, but she’s fucking killing me, the witch.”
    “Me, too, buddy, me, too, but we’d