Amanda's Wolves(32)

Sawyer shuddered as he watched his other two mates. Logan was caring and controlled. Thank God. He held her as if she were made of glass. Which in a way she was. And she would be sensitive after two powerful orgasms.

Amanda squirmed beneath Logan’s touch as her arousal rose again. Two orgasms and the woman was still on fire.

Gorgeous.

Thank God Sawyer didn’t have to keep her sated alone. He wasn’t sure he could keep up with how often she would need them. And if this first experience was any indication, she was going to go wild in bed as soon as they claimed her completely.

Hell, she already was a firecracker. She couldn’t fight the need that consumed her. She wanted to, but she couldn’t deny them anything.

Sawyer was sure they could finish this claiming and make her completely theirs if they pushed the issue right that second, but he didn’t want her to feel that level of pressure.

Besides, waiting would work in his favor. Every hour that passed would drive her closer to the breaking point. That’s how it worked when mates met, even if one of them was human.

Logan finally released her lips, only to glance down at her chest.

Her nipples stood erect from being pinched and pulled by Logan’s fingers.

She moaned as she drew her legs up and squeezed her knees together. Her hands hadn’t moved the entire time. She still gripped the sheets at her sides. They had to hurt. “Please…” Her head lulled to one side, away from Sawyer. “Too much. I can’t think.”

Logan chuckled. “You won’t be able to think clearly for a while, baby.”

She released the sheets and shoved at Logan’s hand still cupping her breast. And then she bolted upright and crawled off the end of the bed, leaving Sawyer and Logan where they’d been on either side of her.

She was glorious. Naked and embarrassed. She covered her breasts with one arm and rummaged around on the floor until she found Sawyer’s T-shirt. Too bad he’d worn it into the room.

She tugged it over her head, and it reached to her mid thighs.

Without a word, she scrambled from the room, opening and closing the door softly.

Sawyer let her go without a word, glad Logan did the same. She needed a few moments to regroup. Understandable. He flopped onto his back and groaned at the ceiling.

The sun was peeking through the edges of the blinds. It was early. Very early. How long had they been in the room? He had no idea.

“My cock is going to protest and fall off,” Logan said, lowering himself onto his back gingerly on the other side of the bed.

“Yeah, but she wasn’t ready.”

“I know.”

“She isn’t going to be ready when she returns in a minute, either.”

“Yeah. I know that too.” Logan’s voice was strained. Not surprising. If he felt anything like Sawyer, he was hurting, and the knowledge that they needed to take this slowly was almost more than either of them could stand.

“I know you’d probably rather not hear this, but her pussy is so tight it’s going to take some work to get inside without hurting her.”

“And that doesn’t even take her sweet ass into consideration,” Logan added.

“Exactly.”

The door opened, and Amanda stepped gingerly back in. “Um, I need to go home.” She didn’t meet Sawyer’s gaze. Her face was downcast. She tiptoed around the room as if she were on eggshells, swiping her clothing off the floor and then snatching her panties from the edge of the bed.

Sawyer lifted onto his elbows. “Hon…”

“I don’t want to talk now. Please. Just let me go home and get a shower and regroup. I’m confused and tired. I need a nap. I need coffee. I need…both of you to stop crowding me and let me pull myself together.”

“Okay,” Logan whispered. “Is Laurie going with you?”

“Yes,” she mumbled.

“Good.” Sawyer bit his tongue to keep from saying the ten thousand other things right on the tip. She needed space. That wasn’t a stretch. He could do that for her. Logan could too. It wasn’t as though she could put them off forever. Her body would rebel. She wouldn’t be able to concentrate on anything until she let them claim her.

He needed to keep that in mind and let her go.

“So. Okay. Bye.” She left the room, clutching her clothes and her purse.

He heard her soft footfalls as she fled down the hall. He heard a door close. That would be the bathroom. She needed to change.

A minute later, the bathroom door opened again, and she made her way past the bedroom and into the great room.

Voices.

The front door opened and closed.

All the while, Sawyer held his breath.

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Logan flinched when the front door shut. “Shit.” He sat upright and then dragged himself to standing. He felt like he’d been through a war. He ran a hand through his hair and spun around, trying to find his T-shirt. When he located it, he snatched it off the floor and tugged it over his head.