The rustle of fabric next to him made him break the kiss. He glanced at a now naked Keegan and passed Melinda off to his other mate so he too could remove his clothes.
When he was as naked as Keegan, they each took a hand and backed toward the bed, luring Melinda along.
Her arousal had come on fast and strong, filling the room with her need in an instant.
“I’m not feeling gentle right now,” he warned.
“Good, because I’m not interested in being coddled right now. I need you both in a way that will assure me you’re both alive. My hands haven’t stopped shaking in days. Keegan’s accident and then that fire have me freaked the fuck out about how fragile life is.”
Keegan grabbed her shirt and pulled it over her head. “Let’s not waste a moment of it.”
Trace popped the button on her jeans. “I’m so glad my mom and sister had some clothes you could wear while we were gone, but I don’t really want to see them anymore.” He lowered the zipper and tugged the denim down her legs. “Step out, baby.”
Melinda grabbed his shoulders as he kneeled in front of her to pull off her jeans, taking her panties with them.
He had every intention of tossing her on the bed and thrusting into her so fast she couldn’t catch her breath, but suddenly he needed to taste her first. He licked a path up her leg on the inside of her thigh until he met her pussy. She spread her feet wider for him, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she moaned before he made contact.
In order to drive her crazier, he switched to the other leg and kissed a path down the inside of that thigh instead of sweeping his mouth across her pussy.
Melinda’s legs shook, threatening to buckle. But Keegan grabbed her from behind, wrapping his arm under her breasts. “That’s so fucking sexy. I love the way you nearly come undone without direct contact.”
Melinda moaned. “Stop teasing,” she muttered. “I need you.”
God how Trace needed her. She was more important than his next breath, and watching her unravel was paramount. It overrode his own pleading cock. “Let’s get her on the bed.” Trace stood, kissing his way up her belly this time until he bumped into Keegan’s arm.
Melinda’s head rolled onto Keegan’s shoulder.
Her nipples puckered under his gaze, stiffening as if she were cold, though there was no chance of a chill in the vicinity. Even if an arctic blast blew through, the three of them wouldn’t notice.
Keegan backed her up until he reached the bed while Trace stalked her, his gaze on her eyelids, soaking in that glazed look she got when she couldn’t take another second of their teasing.
When Keegan released her, Trace grabbed her waist and lifted her onto the edge of the bed. He nudged her shoulders until she lay back. Her legs dangled off the side of the mattress.
“Take a leg,” he said to Keegan.
Together they bent her knees and pressed them wide open at her sides.
Keegan groaned. “I need to taste her.”
“Go ahead.” The man had been through a lot, more than the average person could withstand in such a short time.
Trace knew what suckling Melinda’s pussy could do to a man. Her essence would ground Keegan more fully in life, help coax him from the edge of sanity he had experienced the entire day. One taste of their mate would breathe new life into Keegan’s tortured heart.
And Trace wasn’t wrong.
Keegan held her leg open with one hand, but he kneeled between her legs and pressed his face into her pussy so fast, she nearly bucked off the bed.
Trace watched as Keegan mercilessly sucked Melinda’s clit into his mouth and plowed his fingers into her pussy.
Melinda whimpered, biting her lower lip, probably in an attempt to keep from screaming in his parents’ home. She gripped the comforter on both sides in her small fists.
Trace reached for her breast and flicked a finger over the nipple. “It’s okay to be noisy, baby. My family all went out back. I can’t sense anyone in the house right now.” They would do that. They all understood. For one thing, the three of them were so newly mated. For another thing, they’d been through hell and would need to work it out the best way known to their species before they could relax again.
Melinda released her lip as though his words were all she needed to cut loose and let the dam flow. “Keegan. Oh…God.” Her knees shook.
Trace gripped her tighter.
Keegan was relentless. He had no ability to give her a slow build, and Trace knew it wasn’t what she wanted either.
In just moments, she was writhing against the bed, her head flopping to one side. Her body stiffened.
“That’s it, baby. Come for us.” Trace tweaked her nipple and then switched to the other one.