Jessica’s Wolves(25)

“How the hell do you know I’m ovulating?”

“We can smell it, babe. As soon as you walked in the house today, we knew. That’s why you can’t resist us, even worse than yesterday, right?”

True, but weird. “Does everybody know?”

Reese chuckled. “No, just us. Well, Nancy probably knows, but only because she’s so intuitive. No one but us can smell it on you, and that’s because our bodies have already aligned themselves to claim you.”

Well, at least there was that. Jess was struggling to think. The lucid moments she had in between lusting after two wolves and holding her breath through the waves of her clenching female parts were growing fewer and further apart.

She squeezed both men’s biceps where she held them and turned her head to the side for a deep breath.

Charles pushed her sweater farther, and in a frenzy of movement, both men worked together to jerk the soft material over her head. She was left lying beneath them with only the lacey material of her bra to cover her heaving chest. Seconds after that, both men flung their T-shirts away, leaving two glorious expanses of chest to fill Jessica’s vision.

Jessica pressed into the mattress with her heels and inched backward on the bed. She swallowed numerous times. “I don’t…” Her voice faltered. It squeaked. She didn’t recognize it as her own. “I’ve never…” The words wouldn’t come out.

“Slept with a wolf?” Reese provided. “Good. I like that. You never will either. I mean other than us.” He grinned, all proud of himself, as he climbed like a predator on all fours toward her. He popped the button on her jeans before she could even blink, and both he and Charles each grabbed a leg of denim to tug them off.

“No. You don’t understand. Stop.”

Both men froze. It was too late to keep her jeans on. They were long gone. History. But these guys had the decency to halt when they heard the word “no” at least.

All three heaved deep breaths. Jessica bit her lip and glanced at her nearly naked body. Clad only in a matching bra and panty set that had less use in a functional sense than sex appeal, she shivered, clambered back against the headboard, and drew her knees to her chin. She wasn’t cold. She was scared.

“Talk to us.” Charles wrapped an arm loosely around her and then pulled it back like she’d burned him.

Jessica whipped her head his way and stared into his eyes. “What?”

His gaze narrowed, and his lids lowered in apology. “I need you so bad. Worse than anything I’ve ever experienced in my life.” He let his gaze roam her body, the ball of it anyway, from top to bottom and back. “Your skin is so perfect. Soft. Creamy. And … when I touch you, I’m afraid I won’t be able to control myself.”

Reese sat across from her and wrapped a hand around her ankle. “Even her dainty legs are sexy.” He looked back up. “What don’t we understand?”

“I’ve never slept with anyone. Wolf or otherwise,” she barely mumbled, keeping her head high.

“Oh.” Reese stiffened, his fingers tightening around her shin. He breathed faster, and his mouth opened to say something else, but no words came out.

“Fuck.” Charles ran a hand through his hair.

“Well, God. I didn’t expect either of you to be mad about it.” Jessica tugged on her ankle, anxious to pull away. His fingers were burning a line up her leg straight to her sex.

Reese jerked back, pulling her leg in his direction until he’d dislodged her from the tight ball she’d retreated into. When her knee popped out from the cocoon of her arms, he pulled her flat. His gaze drilled into hers from very close. “Oh, honey, you so misunderstand. That is the single sexiest thing I’ve ever heard in my life. It makes us want you even more, and I feel so privileged to be your first and last; well, except for Charles.”

“My dick was hard, babe. But you just about made me bust the seams of my jeans.” Charles pulled on her leg still bent at the knee until it lay flat.

A strange squeal escaped Jessica’s mouth. Both men inched their fingers up her legs, one on each side. Climbing far too close to the apex. But both gazes were on her face. Testing the waters.

Her body screamed for them to take her: fast, hard, and now. Her mind, hanging on by a thread, demanded she not let them claim her. “I’m not a virgin because of some misplaced moral obligation. I’m a virgin because I never want to shift.”

“Shift? Into wolf form?” Charles questioned.

She nodded. “I assume as long as I don’t let anyone claim me, I never have to shift. I don’t want to.” At least I thought I didn’t want to until you two caressed circles on my thighs.