Lindsey’s Wolves(76)

She’d not been able to start the teaching position she’d intended to begin last week. The idea had been stressful at first, feeling as though she’d wasted her education by not moving on to that stage in her life, but she got over it. Life on a farm was always busy. She was enjoying learning all the jobs that needed to be done around here and glad she could help out. It kept her from feeling like a total freeloader.

Alex had lectured her two days ago. “You’re not a freeloader, mi amor. You’re our mate. Even if you did nothing but lie in bed all day and wait for our return, we’d be elated. We love you. And you do plenty, more than we would like. Take some time to find yourself, regroup so to speak. A lot has happened. If you still want to teach next year, we’ll make it happen.”

He was right. She needed to relax, wrap her mind around everything that had been dumped on her plate in less than three weeks.

Apparently the transition after the claiming was quite a bit harder for a human than a wolf. She had so much to learn. And she still wondered when on earth she would stop craving sex day in and day out. Sort of.

They’d been to see Alejandro’s aunt, uncle, and cousins several times in the past two weeks. Everyone was so kind and thoughtful, they brought tears to her eyes. So much family in such a short time was overwhelming to a woman who’d had no family at all for several years.

Even though the Thompsons insisted it wasn’t necessary, Alex still spent a few days a week working with his family on their own farm. He didn’t like the idea of abandoning them after coming to the states specifically to help them out.

Ryan dragged her from her thoughts. “Jessica is planning to move back into the apartment and look for a new roommate or two.”

“She is? She didn’t tell me that. How did you know? When?”

“Today. Kara told me. So if you want to head over there later, you could see her for a bit while we get you packed.”

These men were both so thoughtful. And the one currently eyeing her like she was a delicacy to be savored began to stalk her like the wolf he was. She backed away from his possessive eyes giggling, which in retrospect was most likely his intention, because before she knew it she was down the hall and in the bedroom she shared with both men. Alex materialized out of thin air, shut the door behind him, and turned the lock with a loud click.

They’d teased her at first about the lock issue. No matter what they said about wolves knowing, sensing, or God forbid smelling, everything with their finely tuned noses, she couldn’t stomach the idea of having sex or even being naked with the door unlocked so anyone in the family could easily just walk in. She’d be mortified beyond belief if that happened.

“How about a quicky and then we’ll take you to your apartment.” Ryan tugged on her shirt without waiting for an answer.

“A quicky?” She snorted. “You don’t even know the meaning of the word.” Nothing they ever did could be called a “quicky.” Not once had she had sex with either one or both of them without coming at least twice under the skilled touch of their mouths, hands, and cocks.

Semantics, she thought while speeding up the process by popping the button of her jeans and wiggling her ass enough to make them fall to the floor before stepping away from the constricting garment.

“You can give me an English lesson later, mi alma. Right now I want you to lie in the center of that bed, spread your legs, and let us have our way with you.”

The usual shiver coursed through her body as she did as she was told. It always made her wet and needy when they bossed her around in the bedroom like that. If they dared to demand her compliance outside the bedroom, they’d have another thing coming. But, in regards to their sexual escapades, she found it incredibly arousing when they told her what to do, held her body down, and tortured it to orgasm.

Ryan spread his legs and straddled her torso so fast she gasped as his heavenly cock bobbed in front of her face. She licked her lips, knowing it would drive him insane.

He moaned, grasped both her hands, and pressed them into the pillow behind her head. His length was inches from her mouth, which watered with the need to taste him, but he wasn’t close enough.

The assault on her below the waist began just as she managed to get one desperate lick across Ryan’s balls.

Her thighs were spread wide and held open to Alex’s perusal. He teased her mercilessly with his breath so close to her sex, knowing by now what drove her mad with need. Her legs shook, her sex clenched, and she felt her arousal running down between her legs.

No one had touched her, she realized. And she was so close to coming she moaned. “Please,” she begged.