A Mate for the Alpha and His Brothers by Cara Adams Page B

explained to him. He made a mental note to ask his father tomorrow.
    “I think I do know. It’s how I feel as well.”
    Amory turned and got his toy box, laying it on the floor beside the mattresses, while Brayden and Favian undressed Elsie and themselves.
    He handed Favian lube and a butt plug and Brayden bondage tape and a feather.
    Brayden grinned. “I get to distract you while Favian makes you ready. This will be fun.”
    Amory told her slowly, “Any time you want to stop playing just tell us. This isn’t a dungeon, and you aren’t our sub. Tonight is just for our enjoyment. When we eventually use the dungeon, you’ll need to choose a safe word.”
    He bent down to remove his boots, almost falling over when she said, “Oh, I’ve already picked my safe word.”
    “You have?”
    “What is it?”
    “Checkmate.”
    Amory laughed. That was the word that ended a chess game so it was a very fitting word to end their dungeon play.
    By the time he was undressed and had joined his brothers and Elsie on the pile of mattresses, her wrists were bound with the self-sticking bondage tape, and her arms were raised above her head. Brayden was crouched in front of her, stroking the feather on her skin in a random pattern. Amory could see her happy little wiggles and the goose bumps showing on her skin where Brayden ran the feather and tickled her.
    Favian had her ass open now and was gradually inserting the butt plug inside her. Once again her ass was wiggling, and she was pressing her body down on the bedding so he knew she was aroused. His brothers had done an excellent job of preparing her so far.
    He cracked his flogger through the air, causing her to twist her head around to look at it. He swished it through the air and showed her the handle, which was a dildo. Her eyes opened wider, and she licked her lips.
    “Now we have a little pop quiz for you. One of us will touch you, and you have to say which of us it is. When you make a mistake, you’ll be punished.”
    Elsie shook her head at him. “Amory, you’ll never make a school teacher. What if I’d like to be punished? You won’t know if I really knew the answer or not.”
    He leaned over her and fitted a blindfold over her eyes. “I think we’ll be able to tell. But will you?”

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    Brayden’s dick was harder than a metal pole, and all he could think of was fucking Elsie’s ass. He’d had his fingers inside her, and his dick was desperate to be in that hot ass. He knew she’d be tight and perfect inside, just the way she was perfect everywhere else.
    He and his brothers kneeled beside her. She was so short they could reach almost all of her without moving. But to make it harder for her to know which of them was which, he drew a circle in the air over her lower back and ass, knowing his brothers would understand he was suggesting they all touch her in that small area, which they could all reach easily without moving.
    Amory gave him a thumbs-up and pointed to the feather.
    Brayden took the feather, and using the quill end, he scraped a line down her spine, drawing a circle around the bruise forming on her center back. She’d mentioned hitting the metal wall of the minivan when he was driving, and it pained him to see his driving had bruised her. Still it had been better than having Lutterworth’s two desperados stop them or ram the minivan and make it undriveable.
    He’d been terrified he’d let his family down during that section of the journey, and as for driving up into the furniture van, he never wanted to do that again. Driving really fast could be awesome fun. Knowing his driving might kill not only himself and his brothers but also the woman he loved was not fun at all.
    “Who is touching you, Elsie?” asked Amory, forcing Brayden to focus on his artwork on Elsie’s back.
    “The feather is Brayden. Your finger is on my thigh,” she answered serenely.
    Brayden looked down at her thigh. He hadn’t even noticed Amory petting her there.
    He