Alyssa's Wolves (Wolf Masters, Book 4)(63)

Alyssa squirmed beneath her mates and twisted herself from their grasp. Kneeling between both men, she turned to Michael and pushed him down flat on his back. “I’m still a little hungry.” She needed to taste him too, feel that sense of power she knew she’d only ever achieve with one of them in her mouth.

Michael smiled at her. “You won’t catch me complaining.”

Bolder and more sure of herself than minutes ago with Tyler, Alyssa leaned over Michael and licked his length from base to tip. His cock bobbed in front of her, and he gripped her at the hip with one hand. A glance at his expression showed his eyes rolled back and his mouth hanging open as though stifling a moan. Good. Just the effect she wanted.

Emboldened, Alyssa straddled Michael’s legs and leaned forward to take him completely into her mouth. Pressed into the bed like he was, there was no escape from whatever she wanted to do. He couldn’t pull away.

Michael’s hands landed on her head, tangled in her hair, but she didn’t feel pressured. She realized his actions were involuntary. She sucked him deep a few times, and then she nibbled tiny kisses down one side and up the other. With one hand she reached between his legs and cupped his balls, weighing them and gently exploring their fragile contents.

Michael stiffened beneath her touch, and she peered at his face to judge his reaction. One hand still rested on her head; the other had slid down to grab the comforter, clutching it in a death grip. He looked like a man on the edge of orgasm, not a picture of someone in distress. Nevertheless, Alyssa released his sac and resumed her exploration of his cock.

A lick across the slit proved he was as salty as Tyler, his taste mixing with the distinct scent that was all Michael, a combination of his body wash and his personal musk.

Hands landed on Alyssa’s ass while she resumed a steady sucking motion on Michael.

Her sex was exposed to Tyler’s meandering touch with the wide stance she had straddling Michael’s thick legs.

And Tyler took advantage, massaging and kneading the flesh of her ass and thighs until she actually pushed her butt out toward him, pleading with her body for more contact. Instead, Tyler teased her mercilessly, dancing his fingers between her legs, but not touching where she most needed contact.

She sucked harder on Michael, as though that would increase the likelihood she’d get more friction from Tyler. No such luck. She even squirmed, her sex dripping between her legs.

In a swift unexpected move, Michael grasped her head and held her against him with firm pressure. He moaned, his head rolling to one side, and came in pulsing thrusts against her throat. Once again Alyssa swallowed what her mate had to offer, starving for whatever she could get. She loved the effect she had on her men. It boosted her confidence in this mating game.

Michael tugged her head gently away from his cock. “So sensitive. Give me a minute.”

She gazed at his peaceful expression and climbed up to lie down alongside him.

Tyler went with her, sandwiching her between her mates. His stiff length pushed into her hip, warning her he was “up” once more.

Surrounded by testosterone and severely lacking in the area of her own sexual satisfaction, Alyssa reached for Tyler’s length and came up short when he grasped her wrist.

“If I recall correctly, there was going to be a show.” Tyler inched back from her touch.





Chapter 15


Show?

Alyssa scrambled to find a memory in her mind to match that request. Oh God. The truck. They wanted to watch her masturbate.

She shot up to sitting and twisted around until she could stare at both men lying on the bed. She shook her head. “I’ve…” Her mouth hung open. Words were trapped inside. “I’ve never done that even without an audience.”

Michael smiled. “Never? You’ve never rubbed your clit until you came?” He leaned up on his elbows.

Alyssa bit her lip, her head still shaking back and forth. Jeez, sex was not discussed in the home where she’d grown up with her parents. Moving here two years ago had been a whirlwind of events just trying to fit in and assimilate to a new normal. At no point in her twenty years had she thought, hmm, I think I’ll just go to my room and touch myself.

Tyler sat up next to Michael. He fidgeted around, moving pillows and blankets behind him, and then turned back to face Alyssa. Her lip ached where she still clutched it between her teeth.

Tyler reached for Alyssa’s arm and tugged her back up between the men, situating her against the newly formed mound of pillows. Before she knew what was happening, both men scooted back from her and sat staring at her from both sides. She looked back and forth between them. They both had a twinkle in their eyes.