"Yeah, let's go in the house and put them out of their misery." Jess wrapped her arm around Alyssa's and headed for the front door.
Chapter 15
"Good morning, baby. Merry Christmas." Charles nibbled on her ear, shocking her with his words.
"Shit." Jess wiggled in between her men, hoping to enjoy a few more minutes before they had to get up. "I completely forgot." It was Christmas day. She'd been so busy worrying about mating and her cousin she'd not realized the date.
Reese chuckled and wrapped an arm around her middle. "Figured."
"I didn't get anybody anything."
"How could you? We've monopolized every second of your life since last week." Charles kissed a path now from her ear to her lips and then claimed a long, delicious kiss.
"Stop that."
"Stop what?" His innocent tone was so fake she had to laugh.
"You know damn well what I'm talking about." She pushed at his rock-hard abs to encourage him to back off before they ended up staying in bed for half the morning … again.
"I've told you before, love," Reese interjected, "nobody expects to see much of us for a few weeks. It's natural."
"It's embarrassing is what it is. Every time we leave this room I feel like everyone is smirking at me." Jess wiggled against both men, but that only made things worse. Two cocks pushed against her, one between her rear cheeks and one across her stomach.
"They aren't smirking exactly. More like … remembering," Charles said.
"Semantics. It doesn't change the outcome. What time is it?" Jessica peeked out from her location burrowed under the covers. It was still early. The light was dim.
"Seven." Reese tugged on her again, pulling her ass into his cock. "Plenty of time."
She couldn't resist that man. Every time he splayed his hand over her belly she got butterflies that flew around not just in her stomach but also all through her insides. The act was so possessive for some reason. His arm wrapped around her, pulling her against him and covering so much of her skin with just his palm.
Jessica moaned. Shit. She was done for … again.
"That's it, baby. Let it happen. We need you." Charles pushed the covers down over her torso and leaned in to take a nipple into his mouth.
"You always need me," she muttered, her eyes rolling back into her head. They made her synapses fire all wrong. She couldn't think when they attacked her from both sides like this.
"True." Reese held steady, his fingers swirling around her belly button, his grip around her driving her arousal to a rapid peak.
She'd never slept naked before last week, and since then, she'd never slept with a single stitch of clothing. These mates of hers hated clothes apparently and flat-out forbid it. It wasn't really a dominance thing. More that they whined about it so much she gave in.
Charles lifted his head to face her, his fingers taking over where his mouth left off, twisting and pinching her hardened nipples as he spoke. "Are you still worried about sleeping naked?" His mouth curved up on one side.
"It's foreign to me, jerk," she teased.
"Jess … " Reese groaned from behind her, drawing out her name as though she were a recalcitrant child. When she twisted her neck to see his face, he continued. "Get over it. No way are we going to let you curl between us in some body-covering flannels."
She giggled. "Nobody said anything about flannel pjs. I'm just talking about a T-shirt and some panties."
"No." Charles didn't elaborate. He simply dipped his head and sucked her breast into his mouth until she moaned and forgot what they'd been discussing.
When Charles finally pulled back with a pop, she regained at least a portion of her senses and pushed against his chest again. "We have to get up. It's Christmas. The family is probably gathering and waiting on us to help with breakfast."
"Reese?" Charles reached behind him to grab something she couldn't see. "Please do something about this woman's hands, would ya? They're in my way."
"Sure." Reese grabbed whatever Charles flung his way, tugged Jess' arms away from Charles' fine, chiseled chest, and climbed up her body to pull her hands over her head.
Jessica squirmed. She bit her lip. Why the hell did their dominance have to have such an effect on her that she wanted them even more instead of less?
She closed her eyes and tried to recover the location of at least one brain cell.
Reese delicately wrapped her wrists with a length of something soft and secured her arms above her head. And her damn pussy flooded.
When he wiggled back down behind her to splay his hand across her belly once again, she didn't protest. It was too late now. They owned her body.
Reese pulled her top leg up and set it over Charles' torso, effectively opening her to his meandering fingers.
As Charles resumed his assault on her nipples, plucking, licking, and pinching them like a starving man in a hurry, Reese grazed a finger through her lower lips and gathered enough moisture to coat her clit in one swipe.
Jessica moaned. She tugged on her arms, unable to comprehend she couldn't use them to grab anyone's cock.
Charles came up from between her breasts and whispered into her ear, "Baby, there could be a lot of people gathering in this house. Children even. Do you want them to hear you scream when you come?" His teasing words made her gasp. This was all his fault, and he had the audacity to joke about it?
He chuckled. "Don't worry. I have a solution."
Jess' eyes flew open when he prodded her mouth.
"Open up, baby." His finger grazed through the slit between her lips until she complied, releasing the tight grip she had with her teeth.
Before she could even contemplate what he had in mind, Jessica's mouth was filled with something foreign.
"That's better." Charles beamed. "No one will hear you now. You can relax and enjoy."
Relax? What the fuck? Her lips were strained open wider than natural and her mouth was filled with … God only knew what."
Reese rubbed her damn stomach, his fingers reaching lower and lower until they danced over her clit. "It's a gag, hon. Breathe through your nose. No matter how hard you scream, no one will hear you. Doesn't that make you feel less self-conscious?"
"Nooo," she communicated. "It makes me feel controlled."
"And you love it." Charles resumed his torture to her tender, pebbled nipples. "We know this because your arousal level just went up two notches when I put the gag in. And we know that because we are wolves. We can smell it."
Now they were just fucking with her. She didn't need a lesson on Wolf 101. She needed to climax. Damn.
All talking ceased.
Charles tugged one breast in between his lips and flicked her nipple with his tongue. Reese squeezed her clit between two fingers.
Jessica bucked, though she couldn't decide if she wanted to buck forward or backward, so she jerked her hips both ways, increasing any friction in any direction.
As though in some sort of silent agreement she wasn't privy to, Reese lifted her top leg, spreading her as far as reasonable, and Charles plunged two fingers into her core.
She came around him, a long, hard orgasm that made her scream silently behind the blasted gag.
Before she had a chance to come back to earth, Reese lifted her body, flipped her over, and set her on top of Charles' torso.
Confused and somewhat dazed, Jessica blinked as her mates situated her to their desired pleasure. Her hands were still attached to the headboard, but Charles had scooted back enough that Jessica now cradled his head between her arms.
"You okay, love?" Reese pushed her knees up alongside Charles and lubed her ass so fast she still didn't even have her bearings. All she knew for certain was she needed these two men inside her … now.
Charles wrapped his huge hands around her face and gazed into her eyes. He must have seen something there because he released the gag and pulled it out with a short pop. Immediately he massaged her chin and jaw. "Better?" He smiled.
"That was awful." Ow. It had only been a minute or two, but her face felt stiff and achy.
Charles smiled and kissed her lips. "Maybe, but every time we do something unexpected, you come so fast and so hard. We just can't resist."
He was right. Damn him.
"Gonna take your ass now, Jess." Reese spread her cheeks and held them open with one hand while he caressed her puckered hole with a generous glob of lube.
She was getting better at taking them this way but still tensed each time in anticipation.
Charles held her gaze. "If you'd let us plug you more often, you'd get stretched out better."
It was a frequent bone of contention between them. It wasn't so much she hated the plugs, as she'd led them to believe, but more that she always spent the entire day way too aware of her ass and thus her sex. It made her hornier than hell and embarrassed the shit out of her thinking everyone around could tell she was wearing the plug and were secretly laughing.