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

drive up into her so deeply he slammed into her cervix sending a jolt of pain through her body. That released still more waves of her climax, as he filled her cunt with the heat of his own orgasm.
    “Fucking hell. Now that’s what I call an orgasm,” she muttered.
     
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    Tamara fell asleep almost immediately, with the three of them still all tangled up inside and around her body. Simon pulled out of her and climbed off the bed as carefully as he could. With the wedding today and needing to stay among crowds and with his woman—because even if she didn’t know it yet, Tamara was his woman, his and Leif’s—he had to go running. He had a quick shower, and then dressed in his running clothes and waved to Leif. Leif understood. He knew Simon couldn’t control the need to change into his shape-shifter form except by running fast and hard for a long time.
    Sex also helped him control the itch in his skin when he didn’t change, and around Tamara he seemed calmer, less itchy. But this wasn’t the time to test out that theory. He’d run for an hour as a precaution. Leif waved back to him, acknowledging that he understood even though they hadn’t spoken. Ignoring the elevator, Simon pushed through the door into the stairwell and ran hard down the stairs. When he reached the second floor, which was the one with the ballroom and likely to have a lot of people milling around there, he turned and ran back up the stairs all the way to the top. His thighs were starting to ache when he arrived, but he turned around and ran down the stairs again, this time slowing down and taking the last few flights as if he was a regular human in a hurry, not a shape-shifter trying to exercise a burden out of his bloodstream.
    Simon stopped at the concierge’s desk and asked for directions to the nearest place to run. He was directed to a park only a couple of blocks away, and the concierge didn’t even blink, so that was good. It was later in the morning than he usually ran, but it was a weekend after all, so hopefully he’d still blend in with the crowd.
    At the park, Simon ran at top speed for ten minutes, trying to leech all the itchiness out of his skin. After that, he continued running, but at a pace he could maintain. As he ran his laps around the running track, he thought about the future. First, how to get Tamara into their lives to stay. He didn’t know where she lived or much about her. Except that she seemed to have a fairly ordinary job she wasn’t wedded to. Maybe she could work for him and Leif then. They were always on the lookout for good staff. A BDSM club was the kind of place with a constantly changing crew.
    At least she’d liked being tied up. Simon was certain she was a sub. Soon she’d be Leif’s sub and they would get to play with her, planning scenes that would send her into huge orgasms over and over again. Once they took her into the dungeon there’d be no stopping the joys they could plan for her. Games that would blow her mind with their eroticism as well as send her into screaming orgasms. Lots of orgasms. She had a body built for them to love her over and over again.
    He hadn’t fucked her mouth yet. He needed to do that soon. And he couldn’t wait to watch Leif whip her. He could imagine just how pretty a pink her skin would turn under Leif’s expert attention.
    One advantage of this damn wedding was that they’d be forced to sit and talk for hours. It just so happened that he wanted to know all about her, so sitting and talking to her suited him fine. And if they were seated far apart, too bad. He’d drag her to their table and she could sit on his knee for all he cared. As long as he was with her. That was all that would matter. Although, knowing Leif, it wouldn’t surprise him if he changed place cards or demanded the seating be rearranged to be near her. The man was a born Dom and very used to solving problems.
    Simon continued running until he was certain he’d gotten the itch out