Amanda's Wolves(53)

And then he was gone.

She assumed they were trading again, although she couldn’t close her mouth to plead with them. She was so close to coming, she could think of nothing except how cruel it was they left her hanging on the edge like this over and over.

“That’s it. That’s the hazy look I wanted to see,” Logan stated. He shocked her by grabbing her hips and flipping her onto her belly.

Her eyes went wide, though still blurry.

“On your knees, baby. Spread your legs.”

She hesitated a moment, her face burning at the idea of them being able to see her tight rear hole. She wobbled, unable to hold herself up. Her brain fired commands that didn’t reach her limbs. What were they doing?

Sawyer came to her side and brushed her hair from her face. “Put a pillow under her stomach. She’s too aroused.”

Logan tucked one of the long fluffy pillows under her, and Sawyer nodded at the bed. “Lie down, hon.”

Completely confused and uncertain, she did as he asked, lowering herself to the bed. The new position wasn’t better, but at least she wasn’t holding herself up with weak arms and legs that weren’t receiving messages from her brain.

She blew out a breath, turning to face Sawyer who lounged on his side next to her, his head in his hand and his free hand on her lower back. “Need to work you open, hon.” He drew circles on the sensitive skin between her butt and her back.

She didn’t think she needed to be stretched any further. What was he talking about?

A small pop sounded to her other side, making her flinch. And then Logan ran a cold wet finger between her lower cheeks, down the crack of her butt.

Her eyes widened, and she pushed against the mattress with her hands to escape the strange sensation. She lifted her head enough to shake it back and forth. “No. I can’t…” Her voice trailed off as Logan’s slippery finger found her puckered hole and tapped on it. No. Her mind screamed. Her mouth wouldn’t cooperate, however, and besides, he wasn’t hurting her. If anything, his touch brought her even more pleasure. Which was unnerving.

Sawyer spoke again. “Look at me.” He waited for her to comply. “Lie back down. Let yourself feel. Not gonna hurt you.”

“I can’t.” It was too forbidden. They hadn’t fully consummated this relationship, and already they were playing with her other hole. Why?

“We have to, hon.” He drew more soothing circles on her lower back. His voice was gentle. His expression was tight. “It’s part of the claiming. We have to take you at the same time.”

At the same time?

Realization sunk in fast, and she squeezed her butt cheeks together. Oh God. No wonder they had switched back and forth. It wasn’t that they each needed to claim her. They had to do it together.

Logan’s palm landed on one lower cheek and held it spread while he continued to circle her tight hole.

She panted into the pillow, her body tense, her need to orgasm waning. This was what they’d failed to mention earlier. She closed her eyes and turned so her forehead pressed into the pillow and she was forced to breathe through her mouth.

Logan’s voice filled the room. “Baby, it’s going to be okay. Let me work you open.”

She heard his words as though he were far away.

Sawyer’s hand trailed up her body and cupped the back of her head. “Look at me, hon.”

She blew out a breath and turned her head, surprised she could manage with every ounce of her concentrating on the finger applying pressure to the most private part of her body.

A second hand reached lower between her legs, and before she knew what was happening, Logan thrust his fingers into her channel, probably three of them. The stretch was amazing, almost as good as his shaft had been. Instantly she was right back where she’d been, needing more. Craving it all the way to her bones.

She pushed her knees wider, surprised at how bold she found herself.

She needed to come more than she needed her next breath. And she wanted her men inside her when she did.

“It’s gonna feel so good, even better than just one of us.” Sawyer said. “Deep breath in.”

She inhaled long and slow.

“And release it.”

As she let the air out of her lungs, Logan breached her tight hole with his finger.

Instantly she succumbed to the pleasure. Even though in her head she realized she shouldn’t find anything sexy about where his finger was, she couldn’t help it. He was right. It did feel more intense. She couldn’t manage to hold on to the idea that it was naughty and forbidden. Not while he stroked his fingers in unison. Not when he added a second finger to the first. And certainly not when he pulled his fingers out of her sex to grab her hip.