Alyssa's Wolves (Wolf Masters, Book 4)(55)

“Where are you going?” She tried to inch away from him, but he didn’t budge. Instead, he grazed her breasts and nipples next.

Tyler sat behind Michael and reached into the water too, his hand landing on her leg. “To the adjoining farm. To see if anyone knows anything about the strange hole in the ground. That was not an accidental trap. Someone put it there. And it wasn’t to catch a rabbit.”

“Oh. Jeez. I didn’t think of that.” She squirmed as Tyler’s hand trailed up her thigh. She glared at him. “Stop that. How’s your ankle?”

“Not a chance. It’ll be fine in a few days. Wolves heal fast.” He reached the top of her leg and didn’t even try to act nonchalant anymore. Instead, he squeezed his hand between her thighs and pushed a finger inside her.

Alyssa moaned. She grasped the edge of the tub with a splash while Michael tweaked first one nipple and then the other. “Don’t you have to be somewhere?”

“It’ll wait a minute or two.” Michael leaned in and kissed her so thoroughly she never even had a chance. One second they were barely teasing her, the next, they were … so not teasing anymore.

While Michael pushed his tongue into her mouth and began exploring, Tyler added his other hand to the water, spread her thighs, and pumped two fingers inside her needy core.

She wanted to come so badly she couldn’t deny them. She even spread her legs farther to give Tyler better access.

As soon as he added a thumb to her clit, her eyes rolled back. She stopped kissing Michael back when she couldn’t think anymore. Michael chuckled and leaned back a few inches. His face still hovered over hers, but his hands wrapped around her breasts, squeezing both and pinching her nipples just enough to push her over the edge.

She came so hard she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming. Or maybe she did scream? She wasn’t sure. All she knew was her pussy pulsing around Tyler’s fingers as he curved them up against the front wall.

When she finally came out of the clouds, both men were smiling at her. They slowly released her and stood.

I’m going to drown.

“I hope not. We kinda like having you around,” Michael teased.

Alyssa wasn’t amused. “That thought was not for your ears.”

“Then you’ll have to learn to block.” Tyler hobbled around Michael and leaned in to kiss her. “Good morning.”

“We’ll be back soon. If you want, you could just stay there, and we’ll pick up where we left off.” Michael’s eyes squinted when he grinned.

“Ha ha.” She tried to sound annoyed but couldn’t pull it off. The reality was she wanted them to stay—strip naked right now and fuck her silly again. That little orgasm wasn’t enough. She craved something more.

“You’re killing us, babe.” Michael adjusted his crotch and backed away. “If this wasn’t so important, we’d take you up on that thought, but I promise we’ll hurry.”

*

Michael pushed the door open, and he and Tyler backed into the hall. If they didn’t get out of there fast, they never would. Michael pulled the door shut with a soft snick. He exhaled, a whoosh of air leaving his chest. The last thing in the world he wanted to do right now was leave that bathroom. He headed down the hall. “That woman has my brain scrambled.”

“Your brain? That’s your first thought? My dick is so hard I can’t even walk straight.” Tyler adjusted his cock as Michael glanced back at him.

“If we didn’t have to deal with that damn trap in the woods…”

“We probably wouldn’t have been in a position to claim Alyssa last night,” Tyler finished. “Realistically, although it’s mighty inconvenient, that hole has brought the three of us closer together.”

“You’re right.” Michael opened the front door and was greeted by a blast of cool air, and two men waiting patiently on the porch.

Michael nodded at his father and his brother Charles. “What’s the plan?”

Richard stood and paced to the center of the porch. “I think we should head to the neighboring farm first. After all, that trap is right on the edge of our two properties. I don’t know what the hell we’re going to say. Amy Shultz has lived there for at least twenty years. She’s the nicest woman I know. Even after her husband died, she still manages to run that farm like a top. There is no way I would believe she’s been hanging out in the trees between our properties digging big holes.”

“Maybe she truly has a coyote problem?” Tyler stepped forward and leaned on the porch railing.

Michael watched his father scrunch up his face and shake his head. “I just can’t reconcile it at all. If that were the case, why wouldn’t she talk to us about it first? It just doesn’t add up.”