Jessica’s Wolves(26)

“But you never slept with a human either?” Reese brushed a lock of hair from her face, the gesture not helping with her inner turmoil one bit.

“I … I didn’t know for sure if … it counted. I was ten. My lupine sex education extends only to what a mother would have told a ten-year-old.”

Charles used his least condescending voice to respond. “Well, no. You wouldn’t shift just because you slept with a human. It would have to be a wolf. But, I, for one, am not sorry you misunderstood that. Your being a virgin is so incredibly sexy and arousing. However, just so you’re clear, you don’t have to shift just because we have sex either. True, you actually can’t shift until you’re with a wolf, but there is no law of nature that insists you shift after we mate. Of course, we want to run with you, enjoy you in wolf form, but we would never pressure you into it. You can take your time acclimating to the idea … and your new life.”

“I want to hear about your childhood when you’re ready, love,” Reese stated. “Obviously something rather traumatic must have happened to you as a child to put that fear in your eyes. What can we do to alleviate your anxiety? Why don’t you want to shift? It’s the most freeing thing in the world. You’re going to love it.”

For twenty-two years Jessica had lived in fear of this very moment. “Can we talk about this some other time? I just don’t want to.” Never ever did she want to be a wolf and suffer like her parents had. However, what she hadn’t counted on was the physiological aspect of mating: how she’d be so drawn to literally fuck someone, or in this case, two someones, she wouldn’t even be able to control the urge.

Her inner wolf growled to be let out. Now. And no amount of reasoning was going to stop it. Fate must have had much bigger plans for her than her imagined fears, or it wouldn’t have placed these two men in her path yesterday. “How does this work … exactly?” She couldn’t fight the urge—need, really—anymore. But that didn’t cause her fear and ignorance to evaporate.

“The claiming?” Charles squeezed her thigh, his fingers applying enough pressure to make her gasp.

She nodded. “What will you do? Take turns? I mean, how do we become actual mates? You each fuck me, and then that’s it?”

Reese nearly choked, and she twisted her head his way, shooting him a warning glare.

“Sorry, love.” He leaned in to kiss her lightly on the lips and then proceeded. “First of all, we are not going to ‘fuck’ you. That sounds so crass, as though you won’t enjoy it at all, and that is far from the case. When we make love with you, we want there to be fireworks. For you, love,” he amended. “And no, claiming you isn’t quite that simple since there are three of us. When there are two, yes. They have sex; they both come. And presto, they are mated.

“In our case, in order for the mating to be complete, we all three have to have sex at once, orgasm together.”

“At the same time?” How the hell is that possible?

Charles took over. “One of us has to be in your pussy while the other is in your sweet ass, babe. There’s no way to sugarcoat it.”

Her eyes grew wide. “Oh, ohh.” Why the hell did that make her even hornier? Damn hormones. She tensed and squeezed her butt cheeks together as if that could keep this all from happening. Her head shook back and forth anyway. “I couldn’t…”

“Relax.” Reese rubbed a hand up her arm, the one covered with goose bumps all over again. “We can ease into that. There is no law of nature that says we must complete the claiming right this second either. Just let us love you, hon. I know this is a lot to take in all at once, and you’re so innocent, but we can smell your arousal. It’s permeating the entire room and driving us insane. Let us make love to you. We won’t penetrate your tight little bud this time. We can deal with that part later.”

With her clit throbbing against her soaking panties, her nipples rasping over the lace of her bra, and her gut clenching, Jessica sank into the comfort of the bed and released a long sigh. “Okay,” she managed to whisper.

Reese raised his eyebrows. “You sure?”

She nodded.

“Say it, baby. Tell us,” Charles urged.

“Please…” Her head rolled back and forth. Since she’d given in to the need for release, a marathon of epic proportions raced through her bloodstream. She ached, not just in her belly now but also all over her body. And the only way to alleviate the agitated state she was in would be to have these two sexy men devour her, touch her everywhere, fuck her into oblivion. She needed them. Needed to be touched on every inch of her body to alleviate the ache. And what was even more disconcerting—she wanted them. Wanted them to take her like she’d never wanted anything in her life.