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

Hell, it was hard to push a man away who never was there in the first place.
    Tanya leaned back in her chair and sighed. She absently drew a hand over her pussy and massaged the area. To make sure she wasn’t missing out on any of the self-induced sensations, she got waxed religiously. She had no idea if it helped or not.
    Ever since she opened the store, she’d tried out most of the items, wanting to experience as much joy as she could. After all, what kind of owner would she be if she couldn’t talk with confidence to her customers about these items?
    Thank God for Sasha. She’d told her what it was like to be tied up, spanked, and be at the mercy of her men. Tanya had to admit she yearned to trust someone enough to know that wonder firsthand.
    Enough pining over what could never be. She stood, grabbed her coat, hat, and gloves from the closet, and left, making sure to lock the door. There were still two days until the festival, but the streets were lined with colored lights. Christmas was one of her favorite times of the year. At least it had been before her mom died. She never knew her dad, but from what her mother said, she wouldn’t have wanted to.
    The wind whipped down the street, but the chill didn’t seem to bother her. In fact, it refreshed her and snapped her out of her malaise. Maybe she’d spend the night looking for a fun New Year’s Eve costume. She always went as her alter ego, the Dominatrix, but maybe this year she’d go as a French maid.
     
    * * * *
     
    Friday morning loomed clear and crisp. The temperature seemed to have warmed a bit, and the weather forecast for the festival tomorrow looked good. Casius picked up the carefully wrapped presents for Tanya, hoping she’d agree to go with them. They decided to assure her that it would be dinner, then the festival, and that they didn’t expect anything else.
    “Ready?” Hercules came out in dress pants and a shirt.
    “Are you kidding me?”
    His brother looked down. “What?”
    “Go change and put your jeans back on. If you make it look like this is some big deal, she’ll freak.”
    “Fuck that. It is a big deal. If I want to look nice, then I can look nice.”
    He knew when not to argue with him. They’d only end up in a wrestling match, which too often resulted in Hercules winning. His name fit him all too well.
    After they checked in at the training facility and saw all was going well, they headed into town. As Hercules pulled in front of the store, he wanted to remind his brother once more not to mess this up. “No talk of how she’s the one or anything.”
    His brother turned the key so hard in the ignition he thought it might break off. “I’m not a moron.”
    “Not usually, but you have no control when it comes to Tanya.”
    “Like you do?”
    That had been the problem. He didn’t either, which really worried him. “Let’s go.”
    “Smile for God’s sake or you’ll make her run.”
    When they stepped in the store with all their presents, Tanya was with a customer. When she looked over and smiled, his claws almost popped through his skin. Several of the men said that this crazy reaction was normal and would wear off the more he was around her. He just hoped nothing showed before she knew what they really were.
    Hercules placed the pile of boxes on the coffee table in the seating area.
    You want to look around?
    Yes, but don’t be too obvious or we might make her uncomfortable.
    So now his brother was Mr. Sensitive? They stepped near the end of an aisle that had the blindfolds. He could care less what kind of masks she offered. He was more interested in listening to how Tanya interacted with her customer.
    Hercules stepped next to him with his side to Tanya, whereas his own back was to her.
    Are you listening to what she’s saying?
    Casius pretended to straighten the hanging masks. That’s why I’m here. She’s very gentle, isn’t she?
    “Yes.”
    They knew when to speak and when to communicate telepathically. Tanya