"Well, God. I didn't expect either of you to be mad about it." Jessica tugged on her ankle, anxious to pull away. His fingers were burning a line up her leg straight to her sex.
Reese jerked back, pulling her leg in his direction until he'd dislodged her from the tight ball she'd retreated into. When her knee popped out from the cocoon of her arms, he pulled her flat. His gaze drilled into hers from very close. "Oh, honey, you so misunderstand. That is the single sexiest thing I've ever heard in my life. It makes us want you even more, and I feel so privileged to be your first and last; well, except for Charles."
"My dick was hard, babe. But you just about made me bust the seams of my jeans." Charles pulled on her leg still bent at the knee until it lay flat.
A strange squeal escaped Jessica's mouth. Both men inched their fingers up her legs, one on each side. Climbing far too close to the apex. But both gazes were on her face. Testing the waters.
Her body screamed for them to take her: fast, hard, and now. Her mind, hanging on by a thread, demanded she not let them claim her. "I'm not a virgin because of some misplaced moral obligation. I'm a virgin because I never want to shift."
"Shift? Into wolf form?" Charles questioned.
She nodded. "I assume as long as I don't let anyone claim me, I never have to shift. I don't want to." At least I thought I didn't want to until you two caressed circles on my thighs.
"But you never slept with a human either?" Reese brushed a lock of hair from her face, the gesture not helping with her inner turmoil one bit.
"I … I didn't know for sure if … it counted. I was ten. My lupine sex education extends only to what a mother would have told a ten-year-old."
Charles used his least condescending voice to respond. "Well, no. You wouldn't shift just because you slept with a human. It would have to be a wolf. But, I, for one, am not sorry you misunderstood that. Your being a virgin is so incredibly sexy and arousing. However, just so you're clear, you don't have to shift just because we have sex either. True, you actually can't shift until you're with a wolf, but there is no law of nature that insists you shift after we mate. Of course, we want to run with you, enjoy you in wolf form, but we would never pressure you into it. You can take your time acclimating to the idea … and your new life."
"I want to hear about your childhood when you're ready, love," Reese stated. "Obviously something rather traumatic must have happened to you as a child to put that fear in your eyes. What can we do to alleviate your anxiety? Why don't you want to shift? It's the most freeing thing in the world. You're going to love it."
For twenty-two years Jessica had lived in fear of this very moment. "Can we talk about this some other time? I just don't want to." Never ever did she want to be a wolf and suffer like her parents had. However, what she hadn't counted on was the physiological aspect of mating: how she'd be so drawn to literally fuck someone, or in this case, two someones, she wouldn't even be able to control the urge.
Her inner wolf growled to be let out. Now. And no amount of reasoning was going to stop it. Fate must have had much bigger plans for her than her imagined fears, or it wouldn't have placed these two men in her path yesterday. "How does this work … exactly?" She couldn't fight the urge-need, really-anymore. But that didn't cause her fear and ignorance to evaporate.
"The claiming?" Charles squeezed her thigh, his fingers applying enough pressure to make her gasp.
She nodded. "What will you do? Take turns? I mean, how do we become actual mates? You each fuck me, and then that's it?"
Reese nearly choked, and she twisted her head his way, shooting him a warning glare.
"Sorry, love." He leaned in to kiss her lightly on the lips and then proceeded. "First of all, we are not going to ‘fuck' you. That sounds so crass, as though you won't enjoy it at all, and that is far from the case. When we make love with you, we want there to be fireworks. For you, love," he amended. "And no, claiming you isn't quite that simple since there are three of us. When there are two, yes. They have sex; they both come. And presto, they are mated.
"In our case, in order for the mating to be complete, we all three have to have sex at once, orgasm together."
"At the same time?" How the hell is that possible?
Charles took over. "One of us has to be in your pussy while the other is in your sweet ass, babe. There's no way to sugarcoat it."
Her eyes grew wide. "Oh, ohh." Why the hell did that make her even hornier? Damn hormones. She tensed and squeezed her butt cheeks together as if that could keep this all from happening. Her head shook back and forth anyway. "I couldn't … "
"Relax." Reese rubbed a hand up her arm, the one covered with goose bumps all over again. "We can ease into that. There is no law of nature that says we must complete the claiming right this second either. Just let us love you, hon. I know this is a lot to take in all at once, and you're so innocent, but we can smell your arousal. It's permeating the entire room and driving us insane. Let us make love to you. We won't penetrate your tight little bud this time. We can deal with that part later."
With her clit throbbing against her soaking panties, her nipples rasping over the lace of her bra, and her gut clenching, Jessica sank into the comfort of the bed and released a long sigh. "Okay," she managed to whisper.
Reese raised his eyebrows. "You sure?"
She nodded.
"Say it, baby. Tell us," Charles urged.
"Please … " Her head rolled back and forth. Since she'd given in to the need for release, a marathon of epic proportions raced through her bloodstream. She ached, not just in her belly now but also all over her body. And the only way to alleviate the agitated state she was in would be to have these two sexy men devour her, touch her everywhere, fuck her into oblivion. She needed them. Needed to be touched on every inch of her body to alleviate the ache. And what was even more disconcerting-she wanted them. Wanted them to take her like she'd never wanted anything in her life.
"Please what?" Charles leaned in closer. Reese followed. "Say it out loud, baby. I don't want there to be any mistake here. What do you want us to do?"
"Fuck me." Jessica gasped. Had she actually said that out loud? Emboldened now, she continued. "Please. I need you to touch me, everywhere. I can't relax. I can't even sit still until you take the edge off. My body burns for the pressure of yours. My skin is crawling."
Chapter 8
That was it. They'd listened to her litany as though frozen in time, shocked at her outburst. But now they went into action. Reese clasped both her breasts around the base with his hands and squeezed gently until she arched into him.
"Oh, God," she moaned. "More."
With his thumbs, he flicked the lace over her tits, and her body jerked. Her nipples tightened into hard pebbles. She squished her hands under his and flipped the little clasp in between her breasts, making her bra flap open and exposing her skin to his perusal.
The sexiest creature on earth was unveiled. The creamy globes of her chest were perfect. Not too big, not too small. Slightly more than a handful. And Reese circled them simultaneously with the tips of his fingers, a spiral that started at the base and worked its way to her pink nipples. When he reached the tips, he teased her for several seconds, watching her writhe beneath him. "I'm the luckiest wolf alive."
"Hardly." Reese smirked at the single word from Charles communicated for Reese alone.
When she moaned and clenched the comforter on either side of her body, he pinched both nipples at once into stiff peaks. His woman nearly bucked off the bed.
He wanted desperately to look into her eyes, but her head rolled back and forth, and when she opened her sexy brown eyes on occasion, he found them completely glazed over. He smiled and turned to glance at what Charles was doing below.
His friend had settled himself between her legs and, with his eyes closed, held her open, just breathing in her glorious scent. His mouth hovered a few inches above her lace-covered pussy, and for a moment, Reese was acutely jealous. Charles was about to take the first taste of her and feel her pulsing clit as she came in his mouth.
The best way to experience that alongside Charles would be to kiss her, swallow her moans as she came. And there was no doubt she was about to come. Her breaths were quick and shallow, her chest heaved, she squirmed beneath his touch, and God help them both, tiny noises escaped her lips to harden his cock even more.