Their Virgin Mate [Panther Cove 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Free Page A

secret.”
    They would tell her about them being shifters at some time, but the timing was critical. Hunter and Derek had said when they’d told Jennifer about being shifters, she screamed and ran. He couldn’t imagine losing their mate like that. Fortunately, Jennifer came to her senses.
    “But if we healed real fast, we could say it was her imagination and that she only thought she saw the skin tear.”
    “Could work.”
    They’d have to give more thought to this whole mating thing. “She seems shy in a way.”
    “How so?” Hercules asked. “Didn’t you see the way she swung her hips and stuck out her tits at us?”
    “I think it was an act. A few times I caught her flinching, like when she thought you wanted the whip for someone else.”
    Hercules drew in his bottom lip, and the hairs stuck out. He let it go. “That was a mistake. I should have corrected her right away.”
    He nodded. “We have to take it slow. Maybe she won’t feel comfortable if we both try to tame her at once.”
    That got a laugh out of him. “Hey, as long as I get to go first, I’m all for it.”
    “Over my dead body.”
     
    * * * *
     
    “So what should I do?” Tanya paced while her good friend, Georgiana, sat on one of the chairs at the store and leafed through the brochures. It was just past five, and she’d turned over the Open sign to Closed .
    “Go out with them.”
    She said it so matter-of-fact. “If I were thin, I would.”
    Georgiana dropped the magazine with a thud. “Would you just stop it? You focus so much on how you look that it affects your actions.”
    That stopped her. “I don’t remember anyone in junior high or high school making fun of you for being overweight.” Georgiana couldn’t gain weight if she tried.
    “You have volume. That’s all. Look at your tits.” She waved a hand as if to erase the image.
    “What about them?” Even she had to admit they were rather nice. When they started to sag, it might be a different issue.
    “They’re nice. If you just be yourself, the men might accept you for the wonderful person you are.”
    That was nice to hear, but no men had that attitude. “It’s too late now. They asked, and I turned them down.”
    “Tell Sasha. She can put a bug in their ears.”
    She shook her head. “That would make me look desperate. I’ll just bundle up and go to the festival. If I run into them, then so be it.”
    A tap sounded on the store door. Georgiana waved and stood. “That’s my ride. Gotta go.” She gave Tanya a hug. “Make sure you come on Saturday.”
    “I will.” If I still have the courage to go .
    Once she knew that Georgiana was safe in the car, Tanya pulled the blinds and headed to the back office to take care of the daily receipts. After an hour of entering data, she shut down the computer because she couldn’t focus on anything. All she could picture was that whip in Casius’s hand. Part of her wanted to see how he’d react if she drew the leather across his muscular ass, but the other half wanted him to try it on her.
    She’d seen the BDSM photos of the women on their backs, legs spread wide with their wrists cuffed to their ankles and their elbows tied to their knees. Their Doms would strike their pussy gently with the flogger, striking the clit until the high became so intense that the women almost passed out from pure bliss. She couldn’t imagine anything like that happening to her, though. She’d be afraid to ever let anyone put her in that position.
    Another erotic image rolled in her mind’s eye. This one was of a woman bent over with her wrists attached to the floor. Tanya shook her head. That would never work for her. She’d get light-headed if she had to keep her head down like that. The erotic part was because, in that position, the woman was totally helpless. Now that excited her. So why did she claim to need the control in the bedroom? Georgiana would say it was to keep the men at a distance, but she didn’t think that was true.