Melinda’s Wolves(108)

Melinda shattered, her small frame jerking all over as she visibly pulsed around Keegan’s mouth and fingers.

Before the orgasm subsided, Keegan righted himself, tugged her farther up the bed, and climbed over her body. Two seconds later, he thrust into her tight channel.

Trace watched in awe as Melinda screamed around the sudden intrusion. She gripped Keegan’s arms, looked into his eyes, and spoke in the silkiest voice Trace had ever heard. “Please. Fuck me. I need rough.”

They’d done fast and hard, but never rough.

Keegan smiled down at her and nodded. “I can do rough, hon.” And then he pulled out and plunged back in.

Melinda hissed. “Yes… Again…”

Keegan gave her what she needed, what he undoubtedly needed also.

Trace climbed onto the bed and stroked her stiff arm where she held on to Keegan as if he were a lifeline.

Her gaze shot over to meet Trace’s. Her mouth fell open, her eyes wide.

“You’re fine, baby. Concentrate on Keegan. I won’t be left out.” Even watching the two of them together was heavenly. If Melinda ended up too sated to repeat the performance, he could easily take care of himself next to her.

“Not gonna last,” Keegan muttered.

“Never wanted you to.” Melinda returned her gaze to Keegan and stroked up and down his biceps.

Keegan dipped his head. “Need your mouth, hon.” He took her lips, angling his face to the side to devour her. Every thrust was more powerful, demanding, needy. Not surprising. A few narrow escapes from death would do that to a man.

Trace could feel the intensity of the sex. It vibrated in the room, making his cock throb. He wrapped his free hand around his length and stroked it from the base to the tip, fighting a groan that would distract Melinda from the deep place she was luxuriating in.

He watched as she lifted her hips to meet Keegan’s thrusts.

And then Keegan plunged one last time into her depths, tipped his head back, and growled around his orgasm. His rigid body held suspended over hers appeared ready to collapse. His arms shook as he pulsed into their mate.

On a very reluctant moan, he removed himself from her sheath and fell to her side, landing on his back.

Next to each other, they were the vision of pure contentment.

And then Melinda lifted a hand. “Trace. Need you.”

He watched her expression as her face changed from its momentary relaxed bliss to renewed desire. She reached for him. “The same as Keegan. Please. Make me forget the world. It was so peaceful.”

He knew what she meant. That euphoria one felt right before they came. He’d experienced it many times in the last week. The world melted away, leaving nothing but his own bliss and the joint bliss of his mates. He could feel what they felt. The sensation grew stronger every time they mated.

“Give her what she needs, Trace.” Keegan’s voice was gravelly. He turned onto his side and tugged Melinda’s knee up toward him, exposing her more fully.

Melinda dug her other foot into the bed and lifted her hips.

She blinked at him, pleading with her eyes.

Without breaking her gaze, Trace climbed between her legs, lined his cock up with her tight pussy, and thrust to the hilt.

“Fuck, yes,” she nearly roared. Her head tipped back, exposing her neck.

He’d never heard her speak that way. He liked it. For a change. It made his blood pump faster hearing her lose control and ask for what she wanted. No, beg.

“Trace. Harder.” She grabbed his hips, and then she wrapped her legs around him and tucked her feet over his thighs.

His hesitance to push her too far, too fast evaporated at the longing in her eyes. She almost looked distressed—a look that quickly vanished when he moved, fast, hard, and anything but gentle.

Melinda made noises he’d never heard to match her new bedroom language.

He would have smiled if he could have controlled his mouth. Instead all his energy went to his cock and the way it seemed larger than ever. “So fucking tight,” he whispered. “Keegan, stroke her clit for me.”

Melinda shook her head and moaned. “Too sensitive. Just fuck me.”

Trace paused deep inside her. “Melinda, look at me.”

She met his gaze, hers seemingly too unfocused to really see. Her lips trembled as though she was on the edge of tears.

“I don’t come until you do, baby.”

She bit her lower lip hard, a tremble shaking her body. “I already came. It’s too much. I just want to feel your power.”

“You’ll feel my strength, baby. There’s no doubt of that. But you’ll do it coming around my cock.”

She hesitated and then nodded. “Okay.”

Keegan slipped his hand between their bodies as Trace pulled out once more.