Alyssa's Wolves (Wolf Masters, Book 4)(39)

“Yeah, and it’s strange as hell.” Tyler ran his hands through his strawberry-blond waves.

“We’ll let me advise you not to take swings at each other. The women frown on us mates fighting. I don’t think it’ll get you any brownie points.”

“So, pardon my ignorance, but how does this work?” Tyler waved his hand back and forth between himself and Michael, his eyes on Ryan. “I mean, in my own fucked-up pack, it’s the women who are mated to one man. I don’t get the logistics of two men sharing a woman quite frankly. And the idea makes me cringe.” He visibly shook.

Michael realized the guy thought they were somehow going to have to do each other. “Oh, fuck no, man.” Michael shook his head a bit violently back and forth. “We are not touching each other, dude. Just Alyssa.”

Ryan nodded and grinned at Tyler. “Don’t worry. Your masculinity is not in question here. Alejandro and I don’t do each other. Sure, our cocks rub against each other when we’re both inside Lindsey, but other than that… Just, no. The relationship, for us anyway, is two on one. We’ve never had a problem.”

“What would we do? Take turns?”

Jesus, Tyler really was naïve. Michael felt a twinge of regret for how he’d been treating the guy.

“Is that how they do it in your pack?” Ryan asked the question. He was probably more curious that anything else. Frankly, Michael was too.

“I … I’m not completely sure. My pack isn’t very open about what happens behind closed doors, but I do know the gossip amongst teenage boys. Especially those whose parents are in such relationships. It seems in most homes the women each have a room, and the man switches off each night. I know some of the men like the women to … perform for them … together, but … I don’t think the women like the idea too much.” Tyler ducked his head as though ashamed. Hell, it wasn’t his fault his pack was so fucked up.

“And your women agree to this?” Michael asked.

Tyler shook his head, making Michael swallow around his suddenly dry throat. “I don’t think so, no. Not in most cases. The marriages are arranged. The women have no choice.”

“I knew that was why Alyssa fled, but I’d hoped that was the exception, not the rule,” Michael mumbled.

“’Fraid not.”

Ryan cleared his throat. “Well, we don’t operate that way here. No mate is taken against their will. When we meet our mate, it’s obvious, and nature kind of takes over.”

Tyler looked pointedly at Ryan, and Michael could just imagine what he was going to ask next. “Can she turn us down?”

“Oh, she can. No doubt about that. It wouldn’t be pleasant, for any of you, for a long time, but if she decides she won’t mate with you two, that’s her right. Believe me, Lindsey threatened the same thing, and as my dick grew harder and harder with each passing hour, Alejandro and I learned to get along fast.”

“We’re from such different backgrounds. I can’t see how we’ll choose a middle ground.” Tyler’s carefully selected choice of words did not go unnoticed by Michael. He hadn’t said “if.” “I don’t suppose we can just share her? Two separate rooms?” Tyler’s eyebrows rose hopefully.

Ryan shook his head again. “Nope. You can’t even complete the claiming without the two of you taking her at once, and I mean that quite literally.” He narrowed his gaze, clearly hoping he wouldn’t have to elaborate. “I’m sure you’ve realized your thoughts aren’t sacred anymore. One of you would burn up in the next room while the other two mated. Trust me, you won’t want that.

“Nature will ensure you have the desire to take her together. It’s a wonderful experience, being able to give your woman so much pleasure she can’t even think straight. I can’t imagine anymore how one man satisfies his woman all alone. Contrary to belief, those female creatures are insatiable.” He chuckled deep in his throat. “Sometimes just two of us have sex without the other, but it isn’t as good … as fulfilling. It would be strange not experiencing the image of having Lindsey come completely undone beneath us. It’s second nature now.”

Michael’s dick grew stiff just visualizing Alyssa beneath him, her head thrown back in pleasure, her mouth hanging open. In fact, he actually included Tyler in the image, Tyler’s cock bobbing up and down aiming for those perfect lips while Michael lined himself up with her pussy.

Could he do it? Share his woman … their woman? Was the idea really as foreign to him as he insisted? Suddenly he wanted to experience the bliss of having her so filled with him and Tyler that she didn’t have time to think.