Free Fighting for Julia [Panther Cove 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Melody Snow Monroe Page B

harness. “We’ll need to string one of these up above our bed.”
    “I bet that will make for interesting dreams.”
    Breck swooped her up in his arms and carried her to the tent. She hadn’t even noticed that the sky had turned gray and the wind had picked up. Inside, he placed her on one of three air mattresses that took up the entire width of the tent. He’d covered the bed with two stretched-out sleeping bags. The comfort couldn’t be beat.
    “This is really nice.”
    Daven came in with the tube of lube in his fingers. “Only the best for our mate.”
    Her heart skipped a beat at his words, but she then decided it was a figure of speech. After all, they were part panther.
    Breck got rid of his harness, his boots, and pants in seconds. Daven did the same, but he took off his shirt, too.
    He dropped onto the mattress and she listed to the side. This was going to be fun trying to keep balanced on one of these.
    “Let’s turn you over.”
    Before the men could help her, she was on her hands and knees, hoping they’d slap her ass. The warmth caused such an erotic high that her pussy dripped thinking about the bite of pain. “I’ve been bad you know. I think I deserve a spanking.”
    Breck got down next to her and rubbed her ass. “How so?”
    Darn . Why couldn’t he take her comment on face value? Think . “I lied about not wanting to make love to you.”
    The slap came quick and hard, but the bliss was rapid and complete. She moaned and pressed back her hips for more. Daven was on the other side and took his shot. Heat radiated over her body.
    “I think I know what our lady would like.”
    Daven disappeared for only a few seconds. She looked behind her and saw he had the climbing rope in his hand. “What are you going to do with that?”
    He dragged it over her ass. When the end nipped her clit, she compressed her inner walls, relishing the sensation rippling over her. “I think I liked that.”
    “You want it harder?”
    “Yes.”
    Daven whipped about a foot of the rope across her ass, missing her pussy by an inch. She clenched her cheeks.
    “None of that, Julia, or we might not want to fuck you.”
    That would never happen. “I’ll be good.” She used her most innocent tone.
    “Let me,” Breck said.
    With him in charge, she knew the flogging would be more intense, which meant it would be more pleasurable. The impact was sharp and hard. Streaks of pain burst across her skin. “Ow.”
    Immediately, both men kissed her cheeks.
    “I didn’t mean to hurt you.” The fear in Breck’s voice caused her heart to ache.
    “No. I liked it. It took me by surprise, that’s all.” The ache had morphed already in to heated rapture. “Hit me once more.”
    Daven rubbed her rear. “It’s already so red, so beautiful.”
    “More.”
    Breck let loose and the whip seemed to cut a swatch across her ass, and the sting prickled her skin. She sucked in a breath, waiting for the ecstasy to take hold. Sure enough, the bliss bloomed and her pussy rejoiced.
    The rope dropped, and more lube filled the air.
    “Hold open her legs wide, Breck.”
    Breck moved to her side. He reached under with one hand and clamped down on her thigh and widened her stance. With his knee, he pushed her other leg to the side. It wasn’t the position that turned her on as much as it was the total lack of control. She was at their mercy and totally vulnerable in the middle of the woods with no chance of getting away. Nothing could have been more exhilarating.
    She didn’t flinch when Daven smeared the lube all around her anus. Her cheeks were so tired from the spanking that she didn’t even clench when he nudged open the tight ring and slipped in a finger up to his knuckle. It took a moment to register the sensation. It wasn’t unpleasant as much as it was foreign feeling. He kept rubbing her rear and wiggling his finger. The more he twisted his digit around, the more she began to enjoy it.
    Perhaps Breck sensed she needed a little