Melinda’s Wolves(100)

She moaned as he stroked from the base to the tip, coating himself in the lubrication.

Just as fast, he straddled Keegan’s thighs and set his slippery palm above her tight rear hole. He eased his fingers over the entrance, teasing the little hole with each finger as he spread the last of the gel from his hand to her sensitive skin.

Inside her mind she pleaded with him to press into her, even with one finger.

Trace chuckled out loud. “Patience, baby. I’m getting there.”

Fuck patience. “Please, Trace. Don’t tease. I’m burning.” The consuming call to mate was back, leaping from its dormant state to fill the room with the overpowering scent of their combined pheromones.

Trace lined his cock up with her rear hole and pressed forward. Slowly. Too slowly.

She bucked back toward him with the limited ability she had since her pussy was currently impaled by Keegan’s girth. “Oh God,” she moaned. “Trace. For the love of God. Do it. I need you so badly.”

He pressed all the way inside her on her next breath, filling her so completely she felt like the Earth paused—just long enough for her to relish the sensation of having both her mates inside her. The deep penetration of both cocks humbled her.

She closed her eyes and luxuriated in the feelings as both men set up a rhythm and pumped in and out of her. She squirmed against the base of Keegan’s dick with every pass, needing more. Craving the touch of something against her clit. If she had the strength, she would have lifted one hand to do it herself, but she knew she would collapse. That’s how badly her arms shook.

“What do you need, baby?” Trace asked.

“Touch me,” she whispered through dry lips.

Keegan reached up from her waist and cupped her breasts, pinching the nipples until they ached in a good way. No, in a great way. “Here?” he asked, his ass lifting and lowering under her as he punctuated the one word with his thrust.

“My clit. Oh God please. Trace. I need you to stroke my clit.” A week ago she would have been mortified to speak in such language or beg for a man to make her come. Now, it just came naturally.

Trace kissed the side of her neck as he reached around with one hand and pressed his middle fingers against her throbbing bud.

She screamed, the sensation instantly shooting through the roof in its intensity. Tipping her head back so her neck was more fully exposed, she ground herself on Trace’s hand.

The orgasm was so close, but instead of tipping over the edge when she expected, it continued to grow. Her entire body shook, knowing she was going to shatter.

Keegan and Trace pumped faster, seeming to reach deeper. Her pussy and ass gripped them both tighter. Just when she thought she wouldn’t be able to survive the crash, Trace flicked his fingers over her clit and spoke in a low deep voice, his breath hitting her ear. “Come, baby. Come for us. Now.”

She didn’t just tumble, she leaped over the cliff, allowing the orgasm to consume her. The ensuing freefall was so peaceful as she slowly came back to Earth. Her body shook.

Thank God her men held her. She sensed when each of them came on the heels of her orgasm, but she was so overwhelmed by the incredible feeling that tore into her soul and left it bare, she couldn’t even open her eyes to acknowledge her mates’ experiences.

It wasn’t until four hands stroked her heated skin, cupped her face, her breasts, her belly, that she opened her eyes to look down into the powerful blue depths of Keegan’s eyes. The pool of love she saw was so deep, the blue far darker than she’d ever seen.

He smiled. “I love you so much, Melinda. It takes my breath away.”

“I love you too, Keegan.” She twisted her head to find Trace smiling at her from the side. “And you too, Trace. Love you both as if we were one being instead of three.”

Trace’s face flushed as he kissed her nose. “I love you, Melinda. More than I can express.”

For long moments, the three of them held steady, both men still imbedded inside her as they caught their breaths.

Finally, Trace pulled out, angled to one side, and lifted Melinda off Keegan’s cock to let her fall with him.

She lay trapped between her men, not caring she could hardly breathe, a smile permanently pasted on her face as she snuggled into Keegan’s side and luxuriated in the sandwich of Trace at her back.

Pure bliss. If she never moved from this position, she would die happy.

No one spoke. She concentrated on her racing heart and that of her mates’ pinning her between them.

Suddenly, they all three froze at once.

Melinda inhaled deeply and bolted to sitting.

Smoke.

“Fuck.” Trace jumped off the bed and dashed to the window.

Keegan moved just as quickly, even though he shouldn’t have had the energy for such exertion.