Alyssa’s Wolves(49)

“I…” Her voice caught in her throat. She had to squeeze her legs together, a habit she was finding hard to avoid.

How would she ever hold her own when both these men individually made her brain slip out of her ear? With both of them in the room, she’d likely babble incoherently.

“We can’t stand not being with you.” Michael sat on the edge of the bed and reached for her. He grabbed her hand and pulled her into his embrace. Her space felt crowded, and she couldn’t get enough oxygen.

He stroked her wrist, making her forget any reason to deny either of them. All she could concentrate on was the way he made her feel, the tingle that raced up her arm and shorted out her brain circuits.

“It would be tough to let you leave this room,” Tyler cleared his throat, “but if you’re not ready…”

Alyssa glanced down. She clutched her jeans with her free hand. “No, I’m … ready.”

Scared, but ready. What she wanted more than anything in the world was for them to take her, make her feel like part of them.

Michael pulled her in tighter and then lifted her onto the bed to set her between them. “We know there’s a hundred details not yet worked out between us, but we also know we’ll manage somehow. Trust us?”

Alyssa nodded.

Tyler’s hand grazed up her leg, making her shiver. She tried to hold still but in the end pulled her knees together and gripped them tight. A moan was building deep in her throat, and the last thing she wanted to do right then was make a noise. She didn’t need either man to pump his chest out any farther.

Shaking some sense into herself, she opened her mouth. “I think it would help if you both took off a few clothes. The last time I made out with each of you, I seem to have been the only one losing clothing.”

Did I just say all that?

Both men disrobed—completely—in the blink of an eye. Michael stood next to the bed and dropped his jeans and T-shirt while Tyler pulled off the T-shirt and shorts he was wearing.

Alyssa gasped. She whipped her gaze from one side to the other. “That’s not…” She swallowed. Choked really. “That’s not really what I meant. I was thinking shirts.” It happened so fast she’d not been able to formulate a sentence. They’d taken her literally. And she’d have to remember that in the future.

“You said…” There was a twinkle in Michael’s eye as he spoke. She’d not minced words. He’d purposefully misunderstood. Michael’s length bobbed in front of him.

Jesus, that’s … large. Alyssa dug her heals into the mattress and attempted to scoot back farther—through the wall.

A noise to her other side had her glancing at Tyler. Her eyes bulged from her head. The man had his … cock in his palm and was stroking it from the tip to the bottom. It was longer than Michael’s but maybe not as wide. Little consolation.

“You can’t…” Her voice sounded squeaky as though it belonged to someone else.

“Just let us love you. Okay?” Michael climbed back onto the bed, and she tried to avoid eye contact with his groin, aiming her focus on his impressive pecs instead. “I can smell your arousal. If I couldn’t, I wouldn’t suggest this. You want us. As much as we want you.”

It was true, damn him. She just didn’t have the same level of experience and was far more apprehensive.

Tyler leaned along his side on her left, stretching his length out beside her. “We know you’re scared, but not any more than you’d be if there was just one of us. You have a right to feel nervous your first time. And doubly reasonable you’d be stressed about there being two of us.”

Both men laid a hand on her thighs, and her brain flew out the window.

*

Tyler took a long inhale and groaned, biting the inside of his cheek to keep it silent. “Fuck. She’s so goddamn sexy.”

“I see that. So sexy I almost don’t mind you being on the other side of her. I can’t even see past her to you.” Michael chuckled into Tyler’s head.

“And aroused. Scared, but aroused. Her pussy is leaking without so much as a touch. I can’t wait to taste her.” Tyler leaned forward a few scant inches to breathe in her scent.

“She tastes divine.”

Tyler whipped his gaze toward Michael. “You fucking ate her pussy yesterday?”

“Not quite. Don’t freak out. I stripped her clothes, and I made her scream my name, but I kept my pants on.”

“But you sucked her pussy?”

“No, I licked my fingers clean after I rubbed her clit and made her come.”

“Are you two done discussing me like I’m not even in the room?”