Amanda's Wolves(73)

She licked her lips, rolling onto her back so she could see him better with both eyes. She wished he wouldn’t put that shirt on. His chest was so damn sexy, she hated for him to cover it up.

Then again, as he tugged the hem down, she decided he might possibly be hotter wearing the shirt. It was so tight across his pecs, it seemed to be molded to his skin. And that was drool worthy.

She flinched when he waved a hand in front of her face. When she jerked her gaze up, she found him smirking. “I suppose I could hang around here all day dressing and undressing if it keeps that look on your face. You even licked your lips as if I were a Popsicle.”

A flush rose up her chest and face as she opened her mouth. But to deny the accuracy of his statement would be futile. “Caught.”

Logan wandered out of the bathroom, naked. At least he had more sense about the hour. In fact, he came back to the bed, climbed up alongside her, and tugged the sheet over his lower half. Also a travesty. “She’s right, you know. Why the butt crack of dawn?”

“Like to get it over with. Gives me more time to enjoy my mate later in the day.” He grabbed gym shoes from the corner of the room, set a knee on the bed, and leaned over to gently kiss her lips. “Later.”

“Crazy,” she muttered after he was gone.

Logan rolled over the top of her and framed her face with his hands. “My gain.”

“Block yourselves, dammit. The other dudes in the gym don’t want to watch me wandering around sporting a hard-on,” Sawyer communicated.

Amanda giggled as her hands landed on Logan’s sculpted back and slid down to grab his firm ass. He was marginally less built than Sawyer. She knew Logan worked out hard too. He was either skiing or hiking most days of his life.

When he slipped down her body lower, her hands slid into his hair. His lips wrapped around one of her nipples, and he tugged the offended tip with his teeth. It stung, but in a good way.

Instantly her body craved what it had already received more times than she could count. They weren’t kidding. Whatever pheromones they put off during this mating phase were powerful. No matter how many orgasms she had, she was never sated. She got that it was a wolf thing, but it seemed crazy that it extended to her.

He nudged her knees wider with his thighs, making her tip her head back and moan. Every time he spread her open like that, she lost it. All train of thought vanished. Her blood raced to her clit, an achingly sweet sensation that wouldn’t abate until she came.

And with his chest pressing into her sex… “Logan…” she moaned.

His lips popped off her nipple and switched languidly to the other. When he bit down and flicked his tongue over the tip, the only thing that kept her from coming off the bed was his body holding her down.

She dug her fingers deeper into his hair, knowing she had to be hurting him.

He gave no indication that was true, however, and continued to suckle her breast until it was swollen and her body shook with need. “Logan,” she repeated.

He released her nipple and scooted farther down between her legs, nibbling a path across her belly until his tongue flicked her distended clit.

“Oh. God. Please.” Her eyes were so heavy, they fluttered shut, and she let go of his head to grab the sheets at her sides.

As usual, he splayed her open wider, pushing her knees high and wrapping his hands around her thighs to hold her open. He knew her well by then. If he didn’t hold her down, she would squirm so much he wouldn’t be able to devour her.

And devour her is what he did. And he did it like an expert. His tongue thrusted into her channel in rapid movements while he held her lips open with his thumbs. “You’re delicious,” he mumbled against her as he trailed up to suck her clit into his mouth again.

She was so close. Always. It seemed like it took no more than seconds for either of them to bring her to orgasm. And this time was no different. Her breath hitched when he sucked harder. She could feel the blood flow to her clit, making it swollen and sensitive.

Participating in this strange mating ritual with two wolf shifters might have sounded beyond ridiculous three days ago, but there was no way she would ever want to go back to the sweet innocent girl she’d been before Friday night. This was amazing. Humans were missing out.

Her mouth fell open. Maybe she intended to say something, but all thoughts stopped when Logan pressed two fingers into her tight sheath and twisted them to stroke across her G-spot.

She hovered on the edge of sanity for moments, but when his pinky landed on her puckered rear entrance, she lost the ability to hold back. Sometime between Saturday afternoon and this morning all modesty had vanished when it came to her forbidden hole, replaced with the ecstasy that accompanied both men filling her at once. This time, however, just the light touch set her off. She came around his lips and his fingers, crying out as the waves of her orgasm shook her body.