Jessica's Wolves(30)

Charles' grin grew larger, and her gaze shot daggers at him. No matter  how hard she tried to block them from getting into her mind, she  suspected she was failing more often than not and, frankly, didn't want  confirmation to that effect.                       
       
           



       

Ignorance was certainly bliss sometimes.

"Ready?" Was Reese asking her or was he talking to Charles? Did it matter?

Charles positioned himself at her entrance, never losing eye contact. It  was impossible to avoid anyway since she was attached to the headboard  and her face was right above his.

Charles plunged into her still-wet pussy. Holding her in place, he pulled her ass cheeks apart for Reese.

Jess held her breath, as always, and then exhaled on a long, low moan as Reese filled her so completely with his thick length.

Somehow the men were always in perfect sync, even though she never  specifically heard any conversation, neither verbal nor silent.

With her clit pressing into the soft hair above Charles' cock, she had  to concentrate to avoid another orgasm, even so close to the first.

Reese groaned. "I swear, one of these days  …  I'm going to last  …   longer." His breathing was erratic, and he gripped her hips with such  force, each finger held her firm. Somehow he managed to lift her on and  off Charles while keeping up a matching pace for himself.

"Come for us, baby," Charles demanded. Her attention jerked back to his  gaze. When either of them ordered her to come, she was mush. They could  probably force her to orgasm in the middle of a crowded mall if one of  them leaned over and commanded it into her ear.

With a shiver, her orgasm plowed through her, her belly tightening as  her pussy and ass both milked her mates. Everything contracted at once, a  choreographed timing her body orchestrated with the mere hint of  demand.

A symphony of moans filled the air as both men succumbed to their own orgasms right behind her.

She was so filled, both physically and emotionally. Each time they mated  was somehow better than the last. She knew instinctively it would never  grow old. She would forever crave this contact, her body demanding she  give in to this destiny.

Somehow, as the three collapsed into the mattress, Reese freed her arms,  and she snuggled between the men, waiting for her heart rate to return  to normal before she could climb out and head for the shower.

* * * *

Charles clambered over adults and kids to get across the vast living  room. He had only one goal in mind-coffee. He meandered through the  ripped paper and scattered toys, making a beeline straight for the  kitchen.

It was still early, but on Christmas morning there was no early in the  Masters' house. Soon, he and Reese needed to consider other living  arrangements. His parents' house was certainly big enough to accommodate  the new mates, especially with two of his older brothers and his sister  mated and living on their own, but he suspected Jessica was only going  to tolerate this current arrangement for so long.

He chuckled to himself as he faced the coffee pot. Imagine if this  Jessica he'd known so far was a "repressed" Jessica who feared being  discovered having sex in his parents' house. What would lie ahead for  them if she really let loose in a home of their own? A chill went down  his spine, and he had to shake the image from his mind.

Coffee. Dark and rich. He filled a mug. Steam lofted into the air as he  brought the cup to his nose and inhaled. That alone perked him before he  even took one sip.

Reese laid a hand on his back and reached around him in search of the same elixir.

"Where's Jess?"

Reese laughed. "Where do you think? She never even made it past the  kids. She's on the floor with Jeremy and Miranda pushing a car around."

Charles swung around and leaned against the counter to watch his mate in action. "She'll make the best mother in the world."

Reese nodded. "No doubt."

"Think she's going to be pissed when she finds out what we got her for Christmas?"

"No doubt." He grinned at Charles as he repeated the obvious.

A knock at the door made everyone in the room pause for a brief second,  one of those moments that lasted an eternity when it was really just a  flash of time. In that pause, everyone seemed to think the same thing at  once: Who's missing? We're all here. And which one of us would knock  anyway?

It was over before an entire breath could be taken, and Charles eyed his  mother as she climbed over boxes and trash to get to the door.

The man on the stoop nodded and rubbed his hands together against the  cold. "Ma'am." It was their foreman. Charles stepped forward. He didn't  like the look on Laurence's face. He detected bad information even from  across the great room.

He wasn't alone. All the men stepped forward, Richard at the lead.  "Laurence, morning. What brings you here on Christmas Day? Thought you'd  be with your family." Richard's voice rarely faltered, but his normally  strong tone had an edge to it this morning.

Images went through Charles' mind. Sick calf? Missing cattle? Worse?

"Sorry to bother you folks, but two men have been spotted in town asking  about you and your farm. I thought you'd want to know that right away."

Jessica grabbed Charles' arm, her grip almost painful. "Charles? You  think it's them?" Her eyes were huge globes filled with fear. "How did  they find us?"

Richard thanked his foreman and told him to go enjoy his holiday. He shut the door and leaned against it.

"I'm so sorry." The soft voice coming from across the room was Alyssa's.  "I never meant to bring trouble to your door. I'll just  …  go with them  so no one gets  …  hurt."

"You'll do no such thing," his mother retorted. "You're with us now. A  member of this family. And we don't tolerate anyone who threatens our  own."

Charles looked at his frozen mate between him and Reese as she cleared  her throat. Her hands shook where she still gripped his arm.

Jessica looked from Charles to Reese. "Suppose we pretended she's mated  to one of us. I mean, I guess they would smell the untruth of that, but  maybe intended? Reese? Charles? One of you should pretend you intend to  mate her. Would that work?"

"Dad? What do you think?" Charles turned to his father. "There'd be no  way to keep these assholes from realizing Reese and I are already mated  to Jessica, but I guess if their pack is as fucked up as it is, they  probably wouldn't question us having our own strange arrangements. As it  is, we are a group of threesomes. Who's to say we don't take on other  women and become foursomes?"

Richard furrowed his brow. "Might work. Not sure they will care without her being completely mated though. But we could try it."

Alyssa whimpered. Tears filled her eyes. "I hate putting you all in such a position."

The rest of the family had remained quiet during this contemplation. Everyone moved at once, talking on top of each other.

Tessa interrupted. "Someone needs to  …  well, rub against Alyssa so she  smells of him. No one will buy this story if she has no scent of any man  on her, as though she's at least being courted by someone."

Justin and Trevor, Kara's mates, stood next to her where she sat on the  couch rubbing her huge belly. Trevor spoke up. "I could do it. Might be  believable since my mate is clearly so huge with child. We could make up  some cockamamie story about me straying because she's so  …  God-awful  unattractive." He choked and laughed harder than Charles had ever  witnessed when Kara punched him in the stomach. It was common knowledge  Justin and Trevor couldn't keep their hands off Kara and found her  increasingly more attractive the further along she was. Not the  insinuated opposite.

Ryan and Alejandro, Lindsey's mates, also the most doting wolves around,  looked to their love for her agreement. When she nodded without  hesitation, Alejandro spoke up. "It might be more believable if it were  me. We Spaniards are known for taking on several women."                       
       
           



       

Lindsey rolled her eyes but didn't hide her grin. Charles knew the day  that woman let him stray would be the last day on earth. Not to mention  Charles doubted the man had been away from her side long enough to even  consider such a ruse.

Charles' youngest brother had remained silent listening to everyone draw  straws. Michael was only twenty. None of them had yet to take much of  what he did or said seriously. They all thought of him as the baby  still, even though he was a grown man by rights.

Michael stepped forward and walked straight to Alyssa, where she  trembled in the back of the room against the wall. "I'll do it." No one  breathed while he grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips. "Would  that work for you?" He cleared his throat and spoke with more strength  now. "I mean, would you mind?"