Jessica's Wolves(13)

       
           



       

"And why is that?" Reese kissed her cheek and nuzzled her neck before  pulling back once more. "Why were you living in hiding, essentially?" He  froze. "Is someone after you?"

"No. No. Nothing like that. Unless you count the religious bastards who  kidnapped me in the summer in an attempt to lure Lindsey for their  arranged marriage."

Charles tensed. "I know about that too. I'm so sorry. That must have been awful."

"Scary, sure, but I knew what they wanted. I was just bait. I also knew  there was a pack of angry wolves coming to my rescue, and not a chance  in hell were they going to let anything happen to Lindsey. That was a  secret neither the zealots nor my friends were privy to."

Reese shook her to get her attention. "You didn't answer the question.  Why so secretive? Your friends know all about us now. They think they  are the ones keeping this crazy mess from you. Why the farce?"

"It's a long story."

"I've got all night. How about you, Reese?"

Jess smiled. "That's how long you'd have to wait because I don't intend  to tell that particular story right now. I barely know you. If I haven't  told Kara and Lindsey, what makes you think I'm gonna tell you?"

"We're your mates?" Charles offered.

"Yeah, yeah. If I had a dollar for every time I've heard that line."

Reese squeezed her belly, flexing his palm enough to press her into the bed.

"Relax, tiger. I'm kidding."

Jessica's stomach took that moment to growl.

Charles flipped away from the bed and returned moments later with a tray in his hands. "Thought you might be hungry."

Finger foods of many varieties tantalized her senses as Jessica flicked  Reese's hand from her middle and sat. Without hesitation, she stuffed a  small sandwich in her mouth. It hadn't even occurred to her she was so  hungry before.

Both men settled against the headboard behind her while she ate. She'd  not had a thing since her small breakfast this morning. Her stomach  hadn't been stable even then.

She stuffed her face in silence. Grapes, apple wedges, carrots,  triangles of sandwiches, cheese cubes, and a tall glass of water to wash  it all down.

She wasn't unaware of the men behind her with their hands on her back,  but she was suddenly so ravenous she didn't pay them much mind.

That is until she was satisfied. Grabbing a chocolate chip cookie from  the tray, she slowed to reasonable pace, enjoyed the smooth dark chips,  and swallowed her dessert after chewing it.

Reese took the tray without a word and set it aside. Both men nudged her to lie back between them.

Her senses returned in full force since she was no longer starving  …  for food.

Hands stroked her everywhere. Reese leaned over her, his broad shoulders  so wide she couldn't see around him. He was bronzed and so muscular his  T-shirt stretched tight across him. Jessica stared at his pecs,  fighting the need to lay both her palms across the expanse of male  hardness.

She needed to get out from under him, wiggle away before her mind turned to mush again.

This was not in the plan, damn it.

His deep blue gaze burrowed into her until she couldn't avoid meeting  it. "We need you." His voice was suddenly much deeper, hoarse, as though  he'd spent the last several hours screaming at a football game.

Jessica shook her head. "I know, but I can't do this."

"Why?" Charles' words were just as low. He came from the side and  settled his head next to hers. "Why are you fighting it? It's a natural  process."

When Reese took her lips in a gentle kiss, her brain went numb. He  kissed her over and over again: her lips, her chin, her cheeks, her  eyelids. No inch of her face was missed by the soft brush of his lips.

Breathing him in was unavoidable; his essence filled all the air in  front of her nose. Even when she sucked oxygen into her lungs through  her mouth, she could still taste him.

Her abdomen clenched again. The sensation was intense with both men  crowding her space. Not a pain exactly, more of a longing. She was  desperate to be filled by these men.

Reese moved on to her ear, leaving her direct line of sight, which was  quickly filled by Charles. The new set of eyes was a deep chocolate, and  they flicked back and forth between her own. "Relax. Let it happen."  His lips barely moved as he spoke. And before she could respond, his  lips devoured her with much more force than Reese's had.

Both men flung a leg over hers and pulled hers apart. Even with her jeans on, she had a sense of vulnerability.

"You smell fantastic. I need to see you." Charles reached for the hem of  her shirt, and before she could react he'd pushed the sweater up her  chest, exposing her bra.

Reese laid his palm over her belly and kneaded the soft skin. He clearly  had a thing for her belly. His fingers were forever dancing across her  middle.

A wave of lust grabbed her again, and in reflex, Jessica grabbed both  men around their arms. Her knees bucked with the need to fold at the  middle while she rode out the achy feeling.

Reese pressed his palm into her. "I'm sorry, love. I know it must be uncomfortable."

He'd asked her that earlier, and she'd dismissed it. What the hell? "How do you know what I'm feeling? I don't understand."

"You're ovulating. The mating urge wouldn't be as intense if you  weren't. It's only a few days each month, but when that coincides with  being claimed, I've heard it's almost overwhelming for the female."  Charles breathed into her ear as he spoke, sending a chill down her  spine.

"How the hell do you know I'm ovulating?"

"We can smell it, babe. As soon as you walked in the house today, we  knew. That's why you can't resist us, even worse than yesterday, right?"

True, but weird. "Does everybody know?"

Reese chuckled. "No, just us. Well, Nancy probably knows, but only  because she's so intuitive. No one but us can smell it on you, and  that's because our bodies have already aligned themselves to claim you."

Well, at least there was that. Jess was struggling to think. The lucid  moments she had in between lusting after two wolves and holding her  breath through the waves of her clenching female parts were growing  fewer and further apart.

She squeezed both men's biceps where she held them and turned her head to the side for a deep breath.

Charles pushed her sweater farther, and in a frenzy of movement, both  men worked together to jerk the soft material over her head. She was  left lying beneath them with only the lacey material of her bra to cover  her heaving chest. Seconds after that, both men flung their T-shirts  away, leaving two glorious expanses of chest to fill Jessica's vision.

Jessica pressed into the mattress with her heels and inched backward on  the bed. She swallowed numerous times. "I don't … " Her voice faltered. It  squeaked. She didn't recognize it as her own. "I've never … " The words  wouldn't come out.

"Slept with a wolf?" Reese provided. "Good. I like that. You never will  either. I mean other than us." He grinned, all proud of himself, as he  climbed like a predator on all fours toward her. He popped the button on  her jeans before she could even blink, and both he and Charles each  grabbed a leg of denim to tug them off.

"No. You don't understand. Stop."

Both men froze. It was too late to keep her jeans on. They were long  gone. History. But these guys had the decency to halt when they heard  the word "no" at least.                       
       
           



       

All three heaved deep breaths. Jessica bit her lip and glanced at her  nearly naked body. Clad only in a matching bra and panty set that had  less use in a functional sense than sex appeal, she shivered, clambered  back against the headboard, and drew her knees to her chin. She wasn't  cold. She was scared.

"Talk to us." Charles wrapped an arm loosely around her and then pulled it back like she'd burned him.

Jessica whipped her head his way and stared into his eyes. "What?"

His gaze narrowed, and his lids lowered in apology. "I need you so bad.  Worse than anything I've ever experienced in my life." He let his gaze  roam her body, the ball of it anyway, from top to bottom and back. "Your  skin is so perfect. Soft. Creamy. And  …  when I touch you, I'm afraid I  won't be able to control myself."

Reese sat across from her and wrapped a hand around her ankle. "Even her  dainty legs are sexy." He looked back up. "What don't we understand?"

"I've never slept with anyone. Wolf or otherwise," she barely mumbled, keeping her head high.

"Oh." Reese stiffened, his fingers tightening around her shin. He  breathed faster, and his mouth opened to say something else, but no  words came out.

"Fuck." Charles ran a hand through his hair.