Alyssa's Wolves (Wolf Masters, Book 4)(60)

“Ready?” Michael reached for her bag.

“You two are fast.” Alyssa glanced around at the various packs and even a cooler. “How long did you say we were staying?” Did I pack enough clothes?

“Trust me.” Tyler cupped her cheek. “You won’t need much in the way of clothes.” His smile made her tingle all over. His fingers sent warmth traveling from her face all the way down her body, as though a blanket had been laid over her. In fact, she even felt the heavy pressure of that blanket soothing her.

“I packed plenty of food and let my parents know where we were headed. Let’s go.” Michael stooped to grab several items.

In no time at all they were loaded up. Alyssa intended to climb into the seat behind the driver in the cab, but both men shook their heads and pushed her into the middle of the front bench between them. They took up too much space and crowded her as Michael drove away.

Alyssa squirmed in her seat. She couldn’t escape their touch. A shoulder would brush her and then a thigh. She felt overheated. For the first time in her life, her wolf hovered beneath the surface, waiting to shift. The tingly sensation just beneath her skin heightened her awareness of both her mates. She needed them. Now. “How far is it to the cabin?”

Michael grasped her fingers and pulled them to his lips, keeping his eyes on the road. “It’s only a few miles, but the road isn’t paved, so we can’t go too fast.” He glanced at her with a wink. “Will you make it?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Could they tell how much she wanted them?

Tyler chuckled. “We can smell your arousal, Ali. It’s like ambrosia.”

Alyssa started bouncing her legs up and down in a nervous twitch. In synchronization, both men grasped her thighs at once, each squeezing a leg and holding her still. Alyssa sucked in a breath and held it. The scent of her mates was filling the truck, and she couldn’t breathe without inhaling their essence. Maybe if she held her breath.

“Think I could talk her into an orgasm without touching her?” Tyler leaned over Alyssa to look at Michael as though she weren’t there.

“I’d sure like to watch her do it,” Michael responded.

Alyssa gasped. Was he talking about watching her masturbate? She shook her head without thinking.

“Oh yeah.” Tyler rubbed his hand up and down her thigh until his fingers were grazing over her sex with each pass. She couldn’t concentrate on his words. “I think we should demand a show first chance we get.”

What? A show? The men continued to ignore the subtle shake of her head. Alyssa hadn’t even touched herself before she’d met them, alone, in the privacy of her room. No way would she be able to masturbate for an audience.

Tyler released her leg and grasped her fingers. She hadn’t realized her hand was resting on his thigh or that she held on to him with a death grip. “You’re cutting off the circulation to my foot,” he teased.

Luckily the trip was short. As soon as the truck rolled to a stop, Tyler opened his door and climbed out. Thank God because Alyssa didn’t think she could stay one more second in that vehicle without moaning.

She turned toward the cabin. True to its name, it was a quaint little dwelling made out of logs. It was not neglected however. For a structure she’d never known existed, it was incredibly well maintained. The front was postcard perfect with manicured bushes and wild flowers that appeared to be strategically placed around the front steps.

“It’s lovely.” Alyssa wandered toward the front door. “Who uses it? Why is it way out here in the middle of nowhere?” She turned to Michael.

“Groundskeepers maintain the outside once a week. Any of us use it, most often when we just need to get away for a few days or even a few hours. There’re a lot of people in my family. Sometimes someone needs a break.”

“It’s perfect. Isolated but close to the main house.”

“Exactly. But far enough away that you can scream as loud as you want while we make you orgasm, and no one will hear you.” Michael’s words were gentle, even, as though he were merely mentioning the weather forecast. When Alyssa turned around to face him, he was right on her heels. He leaned in and took her mouth while his hands landed on her forearms.

Alyssa’s eyes fluttered shut, blocking out the blinding sun high in the sky. It was a chilly day, but she suddenly felt much warmer than she should. She angled her head to one side to encourage Michael to deepen the kiss and was rewarded when he slipped his tongue into her mouth and explored every crevice.

Alyssa melted a little more when Tyler’s hands landed on her waist and inched around to meet in the center. He pressed his front to her lower back, his rock-hard length impossible to ignore.