Jess fought to catch her breath.
“I need some of that too.”
Oh, God. Charles. His voice rang sharp from her left. He’d been watching. How could she have forgotten? So engrossed in the moment. Geez.
“If you forgot me,” he chuckled, “I’ll be happy to remind you now.”
“It’s not that I forgot you, big guy. I was just a little preoccupied. And for some reason, I have no brain cells.”
“Let me see what I can do about that.”
Reese peeled himself off her, leaving her bereft of his touch. “Hang on.”
In two breaths, he was back, wiping her body with a warm, damp cloth that must have materialized from thin air.
“Untie me?” She didn’t want to beg, and she didn’t want to sound like she was commanding them, or they’d never let her go.
No one spoke, but deft hands quickly released her wrists from their confinement and rubbed them gently to get the blood flowing again.
“Pulling the mask off. Close your eyes.” Charles lifted the soft material from her face. Thank goodness for the warning. The light in the room was blinding after so long a deprivation.
Blinking and squinting, it still took a while for her to see.
Jessica was mush, so limp she couldn’t move a muscle. She wasn’t even embarrassed to realize she lay there splayed out before the men’s perusal like a feast, her legs still spread wide beneath their gazes.
“So beautiful. If I could paint…” Charles caressed her up one arm and down between her breasts, his fingers mere feathers against her skin. He stood next to the bed leaning over her.
“Suppose we could find an artist to do a nude for us?” Reese questioned.
Jessica gasped, her legs drawing together and her hands fluttering down to cover her breasts. “Are you kidding? No fucking way.”
Both men chuckled.
“We wouldn’t share your body with anyone, love, even if it was just to look and not touch.” Charles gazed at her, all serious now. “You’re ours. No sharing.”
Jessica leaned back into the mattress. Thank God. She glared at both men to make sure they had seriously been kidding, not testing her.
Reese added his thoughts. “Honey, if I had to sit and watch some man’s face cloud over with lust while painting you, I’d probably shoot him just to erase the image of his lust.”
A glance at Charles showed the same sentiment on his serious face, furrowed brows that indicated he agreed. Her gaze traveled down his body until it landed on his cock, bobbing in front of him, reminding her he’d not had any release yet.
Jessica leaned on her elbows to get a better look at Charles’ perfect frame. Muscles bulged across his pecs and down his arms. His chest rose and fell with deep breaths amplified in the silence of the room. The air stood still.
She glanced at his face. His expression gave away nothing. Solid. Not a smile or a frown. His gaze was steady. And his mind was closed. Naturally he’d had more practice than her at hiding his thoughts. In wolf form he’d had to communicate with his brothers and other family members all his life.
She was the newbie here.
Jess licked her lips and turned to crawl across the bed in his direction. Suddenly she needed to taste him. Both men had devoured her. She’d not had the luxury yet of taking Charles into her mouth. No better time…
Charles grabbed the edge of the bed as she climbed across. She smiled, but kept her gaze peeled to the engorged flesh in front of her pleading to be taken into her mouth.
Two can play at this game. Instead of grabbing Charles and sucking him deep into her warmth, she held back and didn’t even touch him. In fact, she blew across the mushroom-shaped head that dripped with precum.
Charles flinched and moaned deep and long. “That’s not fair.”
A sarcastic chuckle escaped her lips, and that was all the answer she gave to his little mind communication.
These mates of hers may have sent her sailing through the heavens with their sex games, tying her up and torturing her sensitive flesh until she came, screaming into the darkness, but payback was a bitch. And she intended to give as good as she’d taken.
With a teensy flick of her tongue, she glazed over the drop of fluid on the tip of Charles’ cock. He jerked. Bless his ability to hold steady. He did not wrap his hands around her head and drag her into his groin as she’d expected. Instead, he white-knuckled the mattress with both hands and waited.
“You liked that?” Jessica glanced at his face, blinking as though she could pull off “coy.”
A growl escaped his mouth, and he gave no comment.
Jess resumed her course, dragging her tongue from the base to the tip. She remained poised on all fours in front of him, only marginally registering the position she was in left to the perusal of Reese. Her breasts swayed.