Sugar Creek 2(47)

“I want you in my mouth, Luke. Please? I want to taste you.”

Luke growled again, and then he straddled her chest and shifted until his cock nudged her chin.

Opening her mouth wide, she sucked the tip of his dick into her mouth, tasting her mate’s intoxicating flavor. He tasted of warm, spicy male. His aroused, musky aroma was so potent to her sensitive nose he nearly had her climaxing from his smell alone.

Melissa growled around Luke’s dick and then sucked him into her mouth, while Damian placed his hands underneath her buttocks and tilted her hips up. He held her wet pussy to his mouth and started eating her out. Damian groaned in what sounded like appreciation as he lapped up her juices, licking her clit and then thrusting his tongue into the depths of her pussy.

Luke withdrew from her mouth as she got closer to climax. Melissa’s body arched and tensed as liquid fire swept through her and she screamed as she orgasmed with gush of cream.

“That is so fucking sexy. You nearly make me come every time I see you squirt, honey. We love it when you drench us in your juices,” Luke rasped with approval.

Damian slid up the bed until he was sitting on his knees between her legs. He took the base of his cock in hand and aimed for her cunt. He thrust in until he was balls-deep and then he held her while he maneuvered until she was sitting on his lap, his legs hanging over the end of the bed.

Luke moved in behind her and she gasped when he ran cold, lube-covered fingers back and forth over her anus until her muscles relaxed. When she opened to him, he pushed his fingers inside her dark hole, lubing her generously until she clenched around his fingers.

She heard him coating his cock with lube, then was breaching her ass, and he didn’t stop until he was all the way inside. Luke moved back out of her anus and as he pushed back in, Damian withdrew from her pussy. They set up a slow, easy pace to begin with, drawing out the exquisite sensations of the intense friction as they glided in and out of her body.

Melissa matched their rhythm, moving her hips back and forth, and up and down in a slow rocking motion. It was the most carnal, sweetest sensation, having her two mates thrusting in and out, in and out, with slow, easy movements. She felt the beginnings of her climb toward climax. Her sheath and ass muscles began to tighten around her mates’ cocks. The pressure built higher and higher and she began to move faster as she hurtled toward the stars. She threw her arms up above her head and gave herself up to the protection of her mates as they drove her up and over the edge into orgasm.

Fire raged through her body and she screamed as she reached the peak. Her body quaked and quivered and her internal muscles clamped down hard on the two cocks shuttling in and out of her pussy and ass. The rapture consumed her and she embraced the emotional and physical connection to her men.

Damian and Luke both roared just before their cocks twitched and jolted inside her as they followed her into the stratosphere. Cum spewed from the end of their cocks, filling her body as she continued to milk them dry with her body’s internal convulsions.

“I love you. Both of you,” Melissa said once she had enough breath to talk, not worried they wouldn’t hear her muffled voice as she rested her face against Luke’s chest. “I never thought I would find one man willing to take me as I am, let alone two of you. I am the luckiest woman alive. Please don’t ever change. You’re both perfect the way you are.”

“Ah, honey, we’re the lucky ones. We have waited years for you to come and complete our lives. We’ll never let you go.”

“We love you more than our own lives, baby. We would give our lives to save you if we had to,” Damian said, his voice full of emotion. He leaned down and kissed the back of her neck, inhaling against her skin.



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The day of the wedding arrived. Sara had spent the night with her sister in her cabin. Melissa had surprised her by being a little superstitious. Her sister considered it bad luck for the grooms to see the bride the day of the wedding. Luke and Damian had spent the night in a guest bedroom of their Alpha’s home.

She’d seen the two men in the distance through the kitchen window, already dressed in black suits with white shirts, making last-minute adjustments to their clothes, looking each other over critically as they adjusted each other’s ties. Then they had both looked toward the cabin, and after a few moments they had turned away and begun to pace. Sara couldn’t help but be amused by their nervousness. She couldn’t imagine why they would be nervous. They were werewolves, for God’s sake.

Even though Damian was to be Melissa’s husband on paper, they had assured Sara, when they’d met her yesterday afternoon and directed her to the cabin, that her sister would always be married to both of them in the eyes of werewolf law. Sara turned away from the window and hurried down the hallway to her sister.