Alyssa’s Wolves(51)

A gasp escaped her lips, letting him know she’d managed to free her mouth from Michael’s. When Tyler glanced up, he saw Michael working his way around her breasts.

As soon as Tyler flicked her clit with his tongue in rapid succession, she shot off, bucking into his mouth, demanding more friction against her sex.

Tyler kept sucking until she relaxed beneath him and flinched at the sensitivity of her clit.

“Please… I need…” She mumbled, but Tyler heard her. She’d just had a powerful orgasm, but her body was not lax. She stiffened beneath him as he continued to lick circles around her nub.

“I’m gonna stretch her pussy with my fingers.” Tyler pressed just his pointer into her core, and she moaned. “Let me see her face.”

Michael sat back, giving Tyler a perfect view of Alyssa’s pink cheeks. Her mouth hung open, making him ache with the desire to fill it with his cock. Her eyes were fluttering, mostly closed.

“Alyssa, babe…” Michael stared at her face as he spoke in a soft tone.

She turned toward his voice and opened her glazed eyes. Her hand flew down between her legs, and she grasped Tyler’s head, threading her fingers into his hair. Her grip amused him, indecisive, neither pulling nor pushing him closer.

Michael continued. “If you want us to make love to you, I need you to say it. No regrets.”

She nodded and bit her lip before she spoke. “Please…”

“Please what, baby?” Michael brushed her hair away from her face as he spoke.

Tyler added a finger inside her and twisted his hand over so that he grazed her G-spot with each pass. “She’s so tight.”

So damn tight Tyler wondered how he and Michael were going to fit inside her. This first time was going to stretch her tremendously.

“I need more words, Alyssa. If you want us to stop, we will.” Michael’s voice hissed through his set jaw. Both men would probably cry if she said no.

“Make love to me.” The words were no more than a whisper, but they heard her all the same. “Claim me.”

“Okay, babe.” Michael kissed her cheek and then nibbled a path to her ear. “Tyler’s gonna stretch you a bit more first.”

She moaned. “That feels so good.” Alyssa lifted her sexy ass off the bed a few inches, forcing Tyler’s fingers in to just the right angle no doubt.

He smiled. Her hand fell from his hair, and she gripped the sheets beside her torso. “Now. I need you inside me.” She looked at Tyler through hooded eyes.

*

Alyssa couldn’t believe how intense she felt. Every nerve in her body craved the touch of her mates. She wanted them to press into her, ease the need driving her to new heights. Even her orgasm hadn’t lessened the need.

Michael stared into her eyes. “You’re so tight, baby.” He ran a hand through the hair at her temple. “Let Tyler finger you a bit more. We don’t want to hurt you.”

Alyssa became aware of her bottom lip as she bit into it. She needed more. He was taking too long. No amount of arching on her part sped the process. Tyler’s fingers were doing more than just pushing in and out of her. He was scissoring them inside her, stretching her so far.

“Please…” she begged again. Her head rolled to one side.

Tyler slipped out of her and crawled up her body. He hovered over her for a moment, taking her lips in a kiss. He set his forehead against hers and then rolled over onto his back, taking her with him until she found herself on top.

Alyssa gasped. She hadn’t expected to be flipped over so abruptly. She was an awkward mess of limbs. Michael grasped her hips and pulled her onto her knees until she straddled Tyler. Her sex hovered over his length.

Tyler reached between them and grabbed his shaft.

“Watch Tyler, baby. Look at the spot where he’s going to enter you.” Michael’s words burned into her ears. She couldn’t help but look down between them.

Tyler dragged the head of his length through her slit and flicked it over her clit. She would have flinched if Michael hadn’t held her steady. “Lower yourself onto his cock, babe.”

Tyler lined himself up with her entrance, and she pressed down.

“Slowly. You set the pace this time. Take him a little at a time.” Michael still held her around the waist.

She didn’t miss his precisely chosen words—this time. Tyler and Michael wouldn’t be asking her to control their actions in bed often. The idea made her shiver as she took him into her warmth. She loved that they would control her. Even though her only experiences with sex had happened with each of them individually, and in the last two days, she’d already become aware of her desire to be commanded.