Amanda's Wolves(55)

“Come for us, baby,” Logan whispered. “I want to feel you squeezing around my cock.”

She shattered at his words, unable to resist. Logan fucked her harder and faster, no longer in sync with Sawyer. It didn’t matter. Every time their cocks brushed against each other, she felt it through the thin barrier between her ass and her pussy, and she involuntarily gripped them tighter, every pulse inside her heightening the experience.

She knew she held her breath, but she didn’t care. She could breathe later… Much later. For now, she wanted to remember this moment forever.





Chapter Sixteen


Logan brushed the hair off his mate’s face and stared down at her resting features. She’d fallen asleep before he had a chance to tell her how unbelievably in love with her he was.

It was fast. Maybe he shouldn’t have felt that way so quickly. Or maybe he shouldn’t tell her yet either, but he would have if she hadn’t nearly blacked out.

When she came around his cock, he lost it, filling her sweet ass at the same time Sawyer filled her pussy. He didn’t think she was even aware of when her mates came. She was that involved in the sweet release she experienced. And he was so elated at her responsiveness, he wanted to shout.

Instead he eased her onto her side while Sawyer padded from the room to get a washcloth. Together they spread her open and cleaned her up while she moaned into the pillow and then drew her sexy legs up in front of her. Like an angel, she slept.

She’d rolled onto her back at some point, and Sawyer lay on her other side staring at the ceiling. “We knocked her out. Do you think we were too rough?” he whispered.

“Are you kidding? Did you not see her face? Hear her moans? She came so hard, she nearly squeezed the life out of my cock.”

Sawyer glanced his way with a wicked grin. “Yeah…”

Finally, Amanda opened her eyes slowly. “What are you two whispering about?” she barely managed.

“How goddamn lucky we are.” Logan continued to stroke the soft skin of her face. He glanced down at the swell of her breasts, barely covered by the sheet they’d thrown over her reluctantly to keep her from shivering.

She smiled. “Hmmm. I feel pretty lucky myself.”

Sawyer rolled to his side and lifted onto his elbow to stare down at her too. His hand landed on her belly, his fingers splaying to cover every inch. The sheet got tugged down enough to expose her breasts. Her nipples jumped to attention, probably from the soft rub of the cotton over the tips.

She squirmed, her eyes opening farther. “Oh God.”

“What?” Logan asked, freezing his dancing fingers. His heart raced.

“You weren’t kidding.”

“About what?” Sawyer asked as his hand made its way up to cup her breast.

“I can hear your thoughts.”

“Yeah. That happens,” Logan communicated into her head. “You’ll get used to it. It comes in handy when we aren’t in the same room or even the same house.”

She blinked up at him, her mouth falling open. “That’s just…wrong.”

Logan watched as Sawyer’s fingers grazed over her exposed nipple.

She squirmed again and turned her gaze to him. “That’s also wrong.”

“What?”

“How can I get aroused again that fast?”

“It’s the mating, hon. It does that. You’ll find yourself hornier than you can imagine for a while.”

She brushed his hand aside and pulled herself to sitting. “What do you mean by a while?” She glanced back and forth between them, settling on Logan.

He shrugged. “A few weeks.”

“A few weeks.” Her voice rose. “That’s more than wrong. That’s insane.”

“It happens.” Sawyer hauled himself to sitting next to her. His gaze roamed down to her chest again, making Logan wonder if she would put up with them staring at her nudity like that very often.

She grabbed the sheet and pulled it up to cover her chest.

Sawyer reached with one hand to tug it back out of her grasp, cupped a breast, and leaned in to flick his tongue over the tip.

Amanda moaned, weaving her fingers in his hair.

Logan wasn’t sure if she was pushing him away or pulling him closer. But her eyes rolled back, and her head tipped back to match.

Suddenly, she snapped out of it and gave Sawyer a shove. “Stop. I can’t think.” She wiggled her way out from under the covers and crawled across the head of the bed to escape. Without a word, she headed for the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

Thirty seconds later, the shower came on. Logan moaned. “I can’t stand the idea of her in there naked, wet, and alone.”

“Yeah, me neither, but I think she might kill us if we don’t give her some space.”