Free Take Me [Dungeon Masters 1] (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting) by Cara Adams Page A

ropes, until she was lifted to the highest possible plane of hedonistic pleasure.
    He flicked a glance over to Simon, but his friend seemed to be coping all right. He wasn’t tapping his fingers on the table or his feet on the floor the way he did sometimes when he really needed to change into his wolf form and couldn’t. The drunks who’d set off the fire alarm had done Simon a good turn, enabling him to legitimately race up and down the stairs and unleash some of his excess energy.
    Nevertheless Simon better have the first dance. The tiny dance floor would fill up quickly, so if Simon wanted to do more than stand in one place and hold Tamara in his arms, he’d have to get up and start dancing quickly before a hundred people tried to squeeze into a space meant for twenty dancers.
    Leif caught Simon’s look and tilted his head slightly at the newlywed couple, and Simon gave an equally small nod. It was great the way they understood each other so well without needing words. Part of it came from working together for several years now, but far more of it was that they were on the same wavelength most of the time. They liked the same things and wanted the same things, which was perfect both in the workplace and in the bedroom.
    It was hard to imagine how he could have coped if Simon hadn’t been as drawn to Tamara as he was. Yes, of course he could have made love to her alone. But ménage sex was so much better for all of them. The orgasms were so much more intense and his ability to give his woman pleasure was incredibly enhanced when Simon was there to help him arouse her and keep her on edge.
    The MC called the rest of the wedding party up to dance and Simon stood, inviting Tamara to dance with him. Leif could see her hesitation as she looked around the room, but then he watched as her chin firmed, her head tilted upward and she accepted Simon’s invitation. He liked the way she thought things through and took a decision, not just letting herself fall into line with what others wanted. A true submissive accepted the Dom’s leadership by conscious choice. She knew the Dom would look after her and give her pleasure. She didn’t just allow anyone to lead her and dominate her. She chose the one she knew would put her first. Tamara was going to be their perfect sub as well as their perfect woman. Leif knew. And he couldn’t wait to get her into his dungeon.
    Oh yes. The Dungeon. That was another conversation they needed to have. Likely they’d be able to do it later tonight when most of the people from their table were dancing or talking to their friends. With so many people in the ballroom the noise level was damn high. A low-voiced conversation would never be overhead. Hell, at times, even shouting was unlikely to be heard, there was so much other stuff going on.
    Leif’s minded wandered through various BDSM scenarios and some of the more unusual toys in the dungeons at The Dom’s Dungeon BDSM club he co-owned and managed with Simon. But he noticed Simon was completely fair. He didn’t play up his werewolf need to move. He danced twice with Tamara and then brought her back to Leif, stopping in front of him and saying, “I’d be happy to keep dancing all night, but it’s your turn now. It’s getting rather crowded out there.”
    It was indeed getting hectic on the dance floor. Leif wasn’t even sure there was room for him to dance. He noticed other couples dancing between the tables and then a swarm of hotel staff appeared, stacking chairs and moving the back row of tables out of the ballroom. Guests quickly pushed the second row of tables back into the open space and the staff cleared more room for dancing. One table remained from the back two rows, and it was piled high with purses, and half-drunk beverages. The only chairs left were those with jackets hanging on them and the ones being sat on.
    Simon would take care of Tamara’s small clutch purse and he and Simon were both still wearing their suit coats so