Michael cleared his throat, but his voice still sounded raspy when he spoke. “Lean back and spread your legs, baby.”
Alyssa was mesmerized by the look in his eye. She wanted to please him, and her sex hummed, quivering beneath his gaze. She was wet, moisture pooling between her legs.
She did as he said and opened herself to her mates’ gazes.
“Your blonde curls are so sexy. Are you wet? Run a finger through your slit, and show us.” Tyler spoke this time.
She turned his direction, but after seeing his face, she closed her eyes and leaned back. Without looking at them, she could pretend they were touching her. She fell into a dream world in which she was worshipped by two sexy shifters. Except that was her reality, and even when she touched herself, they were the masters of her arousal.
Alyssa pressed her legs wider and tentatively reached between them. With her pointer, she grazed through the opening of her sex and dragged the moisture up across her clit. She flinched at her own touch and moaned at the sensation.
“That’s it, baby. So responsive. So hot. Swirl that finger around your clit.” Michael spoke from one side, his voice still deep with arousal.
When she couldn’t stand the torture any longer, Alyssa flicked over the tiny nub that currently ruled her universe and then pinched it between two fingers. She arched into her own touch and moaned loud enough to startle herself.
“Suck your finger into your mouth, Ali. Taste yourself.”
She did as Tyler instructed, savoring her own flavor on her tongue and removing the finger with a pop. Her moisture was not as salty as Michael’s and Tyler’s but sweeter.
“Pinch your nipples, baby.” Michael leaned forward, not touching her, but she could tell even with her eyes rolled back that he was closer.
With both hands, she circled her breasts and then closed in on her nipples, grasping each one between her pointers and thumbs. Exquisite torture. Who knew she could give herself such pleasure?
“Leave one hand on your breasts, but move the other to your pussy, Ali. Press inside with two fingers.” When she complied, Tyler continued, “That’s it—curve those fingers along the top wall of your pussy as you drag them out… God, that’s hot.”
Alyssa lifted her hips off the bed, an attempt to get a better angle, reach deeper. She pumped her fingers in and out, her breathing heavy.
Panting, unable to get enough oxygen, Alyssa pulled out of her sex and flicked her fingers over her clit once again. The men stopped directing her. Either that, or she just couldn’t hear them anymore. Frantically, she pinched first one nipple and then the other while she held the hood of her clit back and flicked a finger over and over the little nub.
She was so close. So close to the ecstasy she’d experienced at Tyler’s and Michael’s hands. She knew now what that experience of crashing over the edge felt like, and she wanted that again.
“Come, baby. We want to watch you come.” Michael was so close now she felt his breath on her thigh. “Open your eyes. Look at me while you come.”
She couldn’t avoid his command. Through a narrow slit, she peered out at Michael and then Tyler. Both men’s eyes were glazed over with arousal.
Enjoying her power once again, she flicked her clit faster until her legs shook with need, and she exploded. Her pussy clutched at the emptiness, and her legs wobbled until they failed her, and she set her butt back down on the mattress.
Alyssa’s legs flopped wide as she released the pinch on her nipple and slowed the movement of her fingers around her sensitive clit.
*
Tyler couldn’t get a word to leave his mouth. He thought he might swallow his tongue. His mate was the sexiest creature on earth, and he was one of two very lucky bastards.
When he regained the ability to command his limbs to move in coordination with each other, he crawled up Alyssa’s side and took her lips in a long, slow, gentle kiss. He licked the slit of her lips casually at first and then swept inside to let his tongue join in a dance with hers.
With his free hand, he cupped her breast, just grazing his fingertips around the globe. She was small in stature, but her breasts were more than a handful, considering the size of her frame.
Tyler finally pulled back and set his forehead against Alyssa’s. She smiled at him. “You liked that?” Her voice was coy. She even batted her eyes.
“Apparently you did too,” he supplied.
“It was okay.” She shrugged, seeming to forget the moaning orgasm of moments ago. “But not as good as the tight feeling of having you inside me.”
“I think we can fix that easy enough. Michael?” Tyler glanced to the side.
Michael made his way up beside Alyssa and lay next to her. “Climb on top of me, babe. I want to feel my cock inside your pussy this time.”