Melinda’s Wolves(21)

“Mmm. I’m pretty educated. Just exploring.” She scooted to her knees and wrapped her small hand around his length.

“Holy Mother of God,” Trace breathed. His hips rose off the bed. And then he grabbed her wrist and removed her hand. “Yeah, I thought I could tolerate your touch, but I lied.”

Keegan climbed back onto the bed then and kneeled behind Melinda. He inched right up to her back and set his hands on her hips. His cock nestled against her ass. He let one hand slide around to her belly and down between her legs. She was still wet, or wet again. He eased his fingers between her folds, tucking her quickly up against him with his other hand when she swayed.

Keegan lifted his gaze over her head to look at Trace. “You’ll need to stretch her first. She’s so damn tight.”

Trace nodded.

Keegan pulled her with him as he spun them both around, sat at the head of the bed, and leaned back. He spread his legs and sat her between them, his cock plastered against her lower back. “Lift your legs over mine, honey.”

Melinda’s breaths came faster. She gripped his arms around her waist and spread her knees a few inches.

Trace crawled between Keegan’s legs and gently maneuvered Melinda’s ankles apart, spreading her wider than before.

She gasped, her fingers tightening on Keegan’s arms once again. Her head rolled back on his shoulder.

He glanced down at her nipples, puckered and dark pink. “Breathe, hon. Trace will take it slow.” She was so tiny. All of her was proportionately small.

Trace kneeled between her legs. He set his hands on her thighs and stroked up and down until she started to shake and lifted her butt off the bed. She whimpered, never releasing her death grip.

Keegan snaked one arm out, leaving the other tight under her breasts for her to grip. He brushed her hair off her face and tucked it behind her ear. As he set his lips on her lobe, nibbling the soft flesh, he whispered to her. “You’re amazing. Beautiful. Raw. Sensual. We’re so fucking lucky.”

She shivered.

He continued. “Trace is going to stretch you now. Neither of us is small. It will hurt a little the first time, no matter what we do, but after the initial shock, you’ll adjust to us.”

She nodded subtly, her bottom lip between her teeth.

Keegan reached to tug it free and stroked his thumb over her lip. When she licked the tip, he lowered his hand to her nipple and stroked it with his thumb, keeping it hard, maintaining her edge.

Trace held her wide open, his gaze narrowing on her pussy. He gripped her thighs, his thumbs gliding through her folds over and over.

She lifted her hips again.

Keegan knew she needed contact with her clit. But she would have to wait. Trace was a patient man. He liked his sex to last. He would want Melinda to be pliant and unbelievably needy when he took her.

Keegan watched as Trace pressed his thumb inside her tight warmth.

Melinda inhaled sharply.

Trace fucked her slowly with the one thumb and then added the other. His gaze lifted to her face as he pressed both thumbs inside her at once.

Keegan watched her eyes. They fluttered. She held her breath. Her mouth fell open, no sound coming out. Slowly a smile spread across her lips, hardly noticeable, but there all the same.

Her grip loosened as Trace fucked her tight pussy with his thumbs.

Keegan knew the moment he began to stretch outward. She winced, and then slowly released the tension. “Please,” she pleaded.

He loved hearing that word from her and hoped to hear it millions of times in their lives.

“Scoot down,” Trace commanded. He removed his fingers, tugged her hips, and helped lower her onto her back. Her head rested on one of Keegan’s thighs.

His cock bobbed next to her ear. He reached over her to cup both breasts with his hands, molding them until she lifted her chest off the bed.

“God. Trace. Please.”

“Almost, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.” He squeezed three fingers together, turned his hand palm up, and pressed into her.

Her hands flew to Keegan’s shins, grabbing him to hold on.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Slow torture she endured for several thrusts until finally she broke. “God. Stop. Please. Trace. I need you. I’m gonna come. I want you inside me.”

Trace pulled his fingers from her channel and lifted them to his mouth. He watched her face as he sucked each finger clean of her juices, moaning around her flavor, making Keegan wish he could press his face into her pussy and suck her until she came in his mouth.

He would. Later.

Trace gripped his cock, stroked it from bottom to tip, and leaned over to align himself with their mate. “Baby, look at me. Slow and easy. Stop me if I hurt you.”

She nodded.

He placed the head against her entrance and inched in and out, cautiously holding on to his control. Every ounce of his restraint was written on his face.