Alyssa’s Wolves(50)

Tyler whipped his gaze to Alyssa. She clenched the front of her T-shirt with one hand, holding the thin white cotton away from her chest. “Sorry.” He tried to look contrite.

“Do you have some sort of plan here? And do you think perhaps you could let me in on it instead of tag teaming against me?”

“We aren’t…” It was a lie. They were. Tyler didn’t finish the sentence.

“Riiight. I think it’s time I became privy to the internal dialogue.”

Tyler gasped at the same time Michael did.

“Do you know what’s involved in the claiming process?” Tyler managed to squeak out the question without sounding too high-pitched.

“Uh-huh. Lindsey straightened me out earlier, so to speak.”

Tyler stared at her a minute. Had she been totally clear?

Instead of clarifying, he ran his fingers up her leg and lingered on her thigh. Her muscles stiffened as she became a bit apprehensive, but Tyler wanted between them. He kept his gaze locked on hers while he popped the button of her jeans. Every movement was awkward on his part as he tried not to jostle his twisted ankle more than necessary. But the reality was he could barely feel the pain anymore. Adrenaline was kicking back in. This time the rush wasn’t from a fall into a pit, but… Nope, this is just like the fall into that hole.

Michael took over, brushing Tyler’s hand away and tugging Alyssa’s jeans down her legs.

“I want to see your body, Ali. All of it.” Tyler sucked in a breath when she pulled her T-shirt over her head. He waited another beat while she popped the clasp on her bra and let the material fall from her shoulders. “God, you’re perfect.”

A deep breath lifted her chest high, her nipples jutting out.

“I need to see all of her,” he told Michael.

Michael straddled her legs and grasped the sides of her lace panties. He scooted backward while removing them and then settled back along her side.

“Spread your legs for Tyler, baby.” Michael’s authoritative voice rang out in the room, making Tyler glance at the man he was destined to share this mate with.

And even more interesting, the woman obeyed. Slowly, without taking her gaze off Michael, she lay back against the pillows and let her thighs fall apart.

Michael leaned in and kissed Alyssa on the lips while Tyler maneuvered himself between the space she’d given up.

It was so hot. His dick grew harder against the mattress. Amazingly, watching Michael take possession of her mouth turned him on. She relaxed slightly against the man’s lips.

Tyler let his fingers graze up Alyssa’s smooth thighs and over her hips. He wanted to watch her clit come out of its hood as he teased her mercilessly with his tongue.

God, she was so fucking gorgeous. Goose bumps rose all over her skin, and the nipple he could see beyond Michael’s shoulder was pebbled and arching forward.

Her pussy glistened with arousal. The slight hair on her mound was nearly white.

Tyler blew against her clit and held her legs still with both hands. When she moaned and arched into him, he smiled. Michael swallowed her noises, and a glance up showed the man circling her nipple with the slightest touch of one fingertip.

Tyler pushed her thighs up higher, coaxing her to bend her knees and open wider. Every time he forced her open a little more, she increased her squirming, and the scent of her arousal skyrocketed.

Tyler was relieved to see she enjoyed the gentle commands on her body. He was no pro, but when it came to the bedroom, he liked a bit of control. He hadn’t said much out loud yet, but he was still dominating her with his hands.

He and Michael hadn’t discussed anything about having sex with Alyssa, but it was obvious from Michael’s words and actions the man was also rather dominant. They’d get along just fine.

It would take only moments to have Alyssa writhing beneath them so often she forgot who she was. Tyler’s cock swelled again, and he rubbed himself against the bed to keep the edge off.

With his hands spreading her as wide as possible, he used just his thumbs to open her pussy to his view. Fuck. She was so perfect. He knew without touching her she’d be tight.

Instead of swiping a finger along her slit, Tyler decided to go straight to work with his tongue. He wasn’t disappointed. Without the hold he had on her thighs, she’d have shot off the bed. And that was just with the gentle flick of his tongue.

He delved deeper, licking the inside of her tight sheath, drawing out the moisture gathering at the entrance. She tasted sweet, like honey, and he wanted more. A brief circling of her clit with his tongue was all he could stand before he sucked her nub into his mouth and milked her, nibbling on her clit with his teeth every so often.