Alyssa's Wolves (Wolf Masters, Book 4)(61)

Alyssa leaned back and broke the suction Michael had on her mouth. “I’m betting there’s a bed inside this place.”

“There’re a lot of surfaces inside the cabin. Wanna see?”

The word surfaces sent a shiver down her arms where Michael held them. Images of what might happen on those surfaces raced through her mind. When would this fevered sexual frenzy end?

Did she even want it to?

Two things were for certain—she needed Michael and Tyler inside her very soon before she self-combusted, and then she needed to shift into her natural wolf form and run free with her mates at her sides.

“We’ll grab the bags. You go investigate.” Michael nodded toward the front door. “It’s open. We never lock it.”

When the men released her, Alyssa felt the chill of the air surrounding her. She nearly skipped up the steps and into the cabin. The inside was as well kept as the outside. With the exception of a door on the right side of the room that probably led to a bathroom, the rest of the cabin was one big space. A king-sized bed dominated one wall on the right. On the left was a kitchenette with a small table placed under a window and a sofa and chair in front of the fireplace.

It was warmer inside than out, but she realized it wasn’t heated. Michael and Tyler stepped around her where she stood just inside the door.

“I’ll get a fire started.” Michael must have read her mind. She turned and glared at him as though it were his fault she had no blocking skills, but her frown melted as she watched him bend over in front of the fireplace, his fine ass encased in perfect-fitting jeans.

Alyssa stepped toward him, intent on getting a closer view, or maybe even grabbing that ass, but another set of arms stopped her in her tracks. Tyler wrapped himself around her from behind, his arms resting under her breasts, lifting them and making her even more aware of her body than she had been in the truck.

“Let the man build a fire, sweet. If you distract him, he might just burn the place down.” Tyler kissed her neck and nudged her head to one side.

The front door slammed shut behind her, and she flinched as she turned toward the sound.

“Sorry, I guess I kicked it harder than necessary.” The nibbling on her shoulder continued. “I need to see you naked.”

Alyssa sucked in a breath. “You’ve seen me naked.” She grinned to herself.

“Mmm, true.” Tyler lifted one hand and kissed the tips of each of her fingers. “But, I might need daily reminders. I’m forgetful.”

Proud of herself for being so quick-witted, Alyssa continued, “Well, you’ve already seen me naked today. I, on the other hand, did not have the pleasure. You might recall leaning over my body in the tub, torturing me with your fingers while you remained fully clothed.”

Tyler playfully bit her pinky. “Michael, did you by any chance bring anything along to plug this smart-aleck mouth with?”

Alyssa froze. Did he mean that? Michael laughed as he glanced their way. “I’m sure we can get creative.”

Creative? Alyssa shivered to think of what their idea of creative was.

“Fine. You want naked?” Tyler stepped back, pulled his shirt over his head, and whipped open the fly of his jeans. After kicking his shoes off, he wiggled his hips enticingly both ways while pushing his jeans and underwear together down his legs.

Alyssa’s mouth suddenly felt dry as she stared at the erection in front of her. Her cocky attitude flew out the window as he stalked in her direction.

The room suddenly felt quite warm, and she tugged on the neckline of her sweater. A glance at Michael showed him blowing on the embers, the fire just getting started. That flame was not heating this room.

“You asked for naked.”

“I did.” Alyssa licked her lips.

Tyler continued toward her while Alyssa backed up until she bumped into an armchair next to the couch. Feeling wobbly, she plopped down in the seat, her eyes glued to Tyler’s rock-hard shaft. It didn’t even bother her that he kept advancing. She’d had very little chance last night to explore either man. She’d barely even seen either of them. Suddenly, she wanted nothing more than to taste Tyler’s cock. It didn’t appear he’d need any convincing.

Tyler stopped inches from her, his length bobbing in front of her face. Alyssa stared in fascination at the drop of precum leaking from the mushroom tip. Instinctively she leaned forward and licked the creamy white drip from his slit. The taste was salty, and she wanted more.

Tyler groaned at the minute contact and grabbed the wings at the back of the armchair with both hands at the level of Alyssa’s head. “Do that again.”

Alyssa didn’t look up, but she could feel Tyler’s piercing stare into the top of her head. He held himself rigid, the muscles of his abs and thighs tight in front of her gaze.