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“Hello, sweetheart.” Dex eyed Celia as she entered Blackclaw Ink with Nick, their alpha’s arm draped around her shoulders. Admiring the way the black leather pants encased his girl’s delectable curves, he licked his lips and gave a mental grin at her sugar-skull shirt that said, ‘Keep Calm and Fuck Off’. He loved her wicked sense of humor, even if her tactless choice in attire offended some of the locals. The pointed-toe boots with stitched swirly roses, the same ones she’d squealed over when Simon bought them for her the other day, finished out her attire.
Jesus Christ, she has no idea how sexy she is.
“There’s my favorite lumberjack.” Her eyes lit up at the sight of him, and his heart took a direct hit.
Dex loved the way she looked at him. She crawled straight onto his lap and gave him a toe-curling smooch, dragging her nails across his scalp in the process.
“Mmm... what do you want?”
She rubbed her tits all over his chest, making a growly noise. “Can’t a girl just be happy to see you?”
“Sure, but I can scent your scheming.”
“Not fair.” She nipped his bottom lip, and his dick twitched, while his bear presented itself, always eager for her teasing. “I’m horny.”
“You’re always horny.” So were they, but he also enjoyed the build up of the wait because he had no doubt she’d mate them. Only Simon doubted her commitment.
“Like always, Nick said no when I told him what I needed.” Her adorable pout had him glowering at Nick.
“You fun-sucking bastard.” Dex championed her because it didn’t matter who was right or wrong, reinforcing her pleased both man and beast.
Nick rolled his eyes as Celia said, “I know, right?”
“Who’s a fun-sucking bastard?” Simon entered from the backroom, and her eyes lit up again. “Thought I heard your sweet voice, love.”
“Nick’s a fun-sucking bastard.” Celia answered his question and twitched her finger at Simon. “Come here, my fuzzy-wuzzy teddy bear.”
She’d nicknamed them all. Simon’s was ridiculous, but despite his ability to go lethal in under a second, with her Simon was indeed a fuzzy-wuzzy teddy bear. She’d of course dubbed Dex her lumberjack, and Nick got the title of—
“The pussy-tease being mean again?” Simon pressed his lips against hers in a welcoming kiss, as Dex chuckled at Simon’s audacity at referring to Nick by Celia’s nickname.
Pussy-tease. Seriously, she begged for punishment with that one.
“I obviously have to defend myself.” Nick smacked her on the ass. “Celia wanted me to take her to the strip club so she could pick up a chick to do her”—he finger quoted the words ‘do her’—“while we watch.”
“Since when do we object to that?” Simon sat on the sofa beside them, repositioned her legs over his thighs, but gave Nick a confused gape.
Dex noticed Celia smirked at Nick. She’d orchestrated this uprising.
“I’ve got blueballs.” As if they required validation, Nick gripped his jewels and squeezed. “I hurt all the goddamn time. We will fuck her before anyone else does.” Their alpha strode to the door and locked it. “And you, you minx, I’ll show you how well I excel at being a pussy-tease after I turn your ass red for pitting them against me.”
Celia squealed with giggles and took off, but Nick caught her before she made it across the room. She screamed like a maniac captured her, and their fearless leader clamped his hand over her mouth, while she continued to struggle. Great acting on her part because her fear was almost believable. Good thing Dex could scent her arousal or he’d have bolted to aid her.
“Borrowing your room.” Nick hauled her into the enclosed space where Simon applied tattoos.
Dex felt Simon tense before he went after them. He followed in time to hear Nick ask Simon, “Got anything I can gag her with?”
“Use her panties.” Simon ogled them as if he couldn’t understand their game.
Dex knew she got off on this as much as she did orgasms, so he leaned against the door, folding his arms across his chest, ready to enjoy the show.
“Brilliant.” Nick’s eyes glowed with his bear. “I don’t want to chase her down again. Will you strip her, Simon?”
“Oh, yeah.” The ink master retrieved a pocketknife and proceeded to cut her clothes off.
Nice touch and plays right into their original game. His bear and cock agreed, but Dex made no move to hide either.
Celia squealed for real behind Nick’s palm.
“Hush,” their alpha said against her ear, his voice harsh. “Shouldn’t have provoked me if you were fond of these clothes.”
Outfit ruined, and boots removed, all that remained were hot-pink panties. Simon pressed the blade beneath one side of the silk, and met her wide-eyed gaze as he cut the material. The other side he sliced with a bear claw. Nick released his hold on her mouth, and Simon dragged the crotch of the underwear along her lips.
“Feel how wet you are.” And then Simon scrunched the silk into her mouth with slow, single-finger pushes, until all of the fabric was inside and Dex was so hard his dick throbbed in time with his heartbeat.
Fuck. Seeing the pink panties peek-a-boo from between her lips was so hot his bear prowled beneath his surface. Her eyes had softened, her arousal a strong fragrance in the room, which increased his lust.
Dex hoped they weren’t interrupted because he wanted to finish this scene out. “You got any clients coming in anytime soon, Simon?”
The tattooist glanced at his watch. “Not for another hour. Keep your legs straight, and bend over, Celia.”
When she hesitated, Nick said, “Now, minx, or your punishment gets worse.”
Celia elbowed Nick in the gut, surprising Dex since he’d expected her to submit quietly. Nick reacted swiftly and forced her over the table. Her eyes creased at the corners, and Dex knew she grinned, delighted by the rough treatment.
“You shouldn’t have done that, love.” Simon trailed his fingers along her spine. Only her shoulders and breasts rested on the bench, her ass elevated in the air. The tattooist gripped her nape as Nick peppered her ass with rapid swats.
Celia squealed her surprise but wiggled her ass when Nick stopped.
“Christ, she’s begging for more of a bite.” Nick kicked her feet apart until she was adjusted to his preference. Her intimate lips were swollen and wet, her clit already peeking from its protective hood.
The ink master threaded his fingers into her hair, and twisted her head so her face turned to the side, facing him. “I want to watch her face as you spank her.”
Dex had the perfect view of it all. Face, pussy, and ass.
Nick’s belt whirred as he stripped the leather free of his pant loops. Folding the leather belt in half, he gave her the first real whack. As her eyes rounded, a muffled cry exited her parted lips, and she gripped the padded seat.
“Tap the bench twice if it’s too much, Celia.” Nick delivered another blow on the heels of his instruction, leaving behind a second two-inch strip where the leather hit her. He alternated between rubbing her heated flesh and smacking her ass with the belt. Her cunt dripped with her arousal, the moisture sliding down the inside of her thighs, but the tensing of her muscles and the squeaks behind the panties verified she felt the sting of those licks.
Nick shoved two fingers into her cunt, fucking her with them as he showered her with blows.
If she hadn’t been so aroused, Dex would’ve been mortified. But from across the room he could see her clit pulsing, while her arousal saturated the room so strongly he choked on it. Bear and lust gripped him, taking control as he slipped his cock free of his jeans and jerked on his length as the leather kept striking skin.
“Come on her pussy, Dex.” Nick caressed her reddened flesh, his thumb pressing against her asshole as his fingers fucked her hard. Her aroused pants fell like static rasps, fast and hard, just like Dex’s breathing.
Dex shot a glance at her face, but she didn’t protest, so he stepped forward, tightening his grip on his dick, and delivered fast, firm strokes. Nick flung the belt down and flipped her to her back. Another muffled cry surfaced when her bottom hit the leather bench, but then Dex came, drenching her pink pussy with globs of his release. He blinked when he realized Simon joined him, leaving ribbon after ribbon of white cum on her cunt. Nick executed a face-dive between her thighs and cleaned away their seed, while their little mate’s eyes went glassy with pleasure... until their alpha pulled away.
A desperate moan broke through the panties, and she clutched Nick’s head in an effort to direct him back to her clit.
“Slap her tits,” Nick instructed to no one in particular as he swatted her pussy.
Simon glanced at Dex, and he shrugged at his blond friend. Dex liked being dominated sexually, but he’d never acted as Dom. Thankfully, Simon took up the gauntlet, giving each breast a smack, causing her back to bow, while her pussy dripped all over the table, and her eyes dilated.
Twice more Nick got her close to coming and withdrew at the final moments, before standing, gripping his cock, and stroking until he left his seed on her pussy too. Dex took up where Nick left off giving her a solid tongue fucking, while gauging the nearness of her release and drawing back right before she flamed out with a climax.
Desperation filled her face when Simon pulled her to her feet, and tears sheened her eyes. Wet tracks painted her cheeks. Dex would’ve been angry at the sight of her waterworks if he didn’t know she relished the discipline. Even so, the physical evidence of the intensity of her emotions had him looking away and inhaling before he put a halt to the scene.
She sniffled through the tears causing her breath to shudder through her.
The ink master tugged her panties from her mouth, kissed her, and finger-combed her hair. “Nick damn sure owns his pussy-tease nickname.”
Celia whimpered as Simon licked away her tears. Before she could protest being left unfulfilled, Nick cuddled against her backside, squashing her between them. Dex shivered, envious of her placement.
Over Celia’s shoulder, Nick held Simon’s gaze as the bear alpha pressed his lips against her ear. “Protest once, and we’ll start over, minx.”
Funny how their mate could behave when offered suitable incentive.