Melinda’s Wolves(25)

She’d had a taste of both men, and that only fueled the fire higher.

Not sure what to do, she flopped back onto her belly and buried her face in the pillow. It didn’t help. Her nipples swelled against the mattress, the pressure not easing.

One of her mates tugged the sheet down her body, slowly exposing her back and then her ass to their view.

Cool air rushed over her, bringing goosebumps.

She needed them again. To deny it would be futile. In fact she needed them to claim her. And the idea scared the hell out of her. Her brain wanted to put off the inevitable, take some time to wrap around the concept. Her body wanted them inside her. Together. Now.

She squeezed her legs together, trying to think about anything but the size of their cocks and how good it felt to have them inside her. A throbbing continued to grow in her channel. She couldn’t ignore it.

Rationally, she knew it was the mating call. It wouldn’t abate until she yielded to it. Hell, it wouldn’t abate then either. It would grow worse. And that was so inconceivable and frightening, she wanted to deny it.

Gentle hands landed on her back, her thighs, her butt, everywhere. Four hands, needing, rubbing, gripping…

She moaned, her legs fighting to stay closed.

She lost the battle when both mates tugged a thigh, spreading them, exposing not just her pussy but her ass.

She gripped the underside of her pillow with her fists, and then she literally bit the pillow with her mouth to stifle any sounds.

“Baby, you’re so tense. I know you’re fighting this. I’m not sure I fully understand why, but it’s obvious you’re struggling.” Trace kept stroking her inner thigh on his side while he spoke.

“The thing is we can smell your arousal. It’s so strong. You’re gonna be sore from letting us both take you last night. We won’t enter you this morning, but let us make you feel good. Let yourself go.” Keegan leaned down and kissed her shoulder as he spoke. His hair fell forward to tickle her skin. The band that usually held it back was not in place this morning. “Spread wider, hon. Open up to us.”

A shudder wracked her body. It was impossible not to do as he said, as if his words had some sort of pull on her body. And the flood that ran from her pussy as he commanded her was not deniable.

She needed the release. No matter how she got it or how unsatisfying it might be, she needed it with every cell. She blew out a breath against the pillow and let her knees spread wider. The position was awkward, and she regretted flipping onto her belly.

All thoughts left her mind as one hand landed on the small of her back and one reached between her legs to stroke through her folds. Both men braced her legs wider with one of their own and held her flat against the bed, making it impossible to escape the fingers gathering her moisture and spreading it across her clit.

Her back arched, forcing her ass higher.

Suddenly the hand disappeared from above her butt cheeks, someone lifted her by the hips, and a pillow was slid under her belly.

She gasped. The exposure.

Her face flushed deeply, the warmth crawling up her cheeks.

And then she was restrained again, the hand on her lower back pinning her in place, her legs wider than before and held open.

This time two hands reached between her. Fingers toyed with her clit, making it swell. The other hand spread her wetness from her pussy to her rear hole.

She clenched her cheeks tight.

“Relax, baby.” Trace’s voice, low and deeper than usual.

She could feel his gaze on her most private area.

“One finger, baby. We have to work your tight hole open a little at a time so we don’t hurt you. Breathe deeply. Let me in.”

Renewed moisture rushed from her pussy. She feared she would come from his words. They were more powerful than the finger tapping her tight entrance and the one circling her clit.

Trace—she thought it was Trace—reached lower again to gather more of her arousal, and then he pressed his finger into her ass with no warning during a moment of hope that he’d abandoned the idea for now.

She sucked in a breath at the intrusion. It was so much more in the light of day, both men hovering over her, watching her intently, concentrating on every part of her nudity.

Hyperventilation was a real possibility.

One of them—Keegan maybe—stroked her clit hard, flicking over it several times, forcing her closer and closer to the edge of sanity.

She held her breath, focusing on the finger at her clit, trying to ignore the one currently fucking her ass.

That was when she came, hard, breathlessly, knowing she was doomed to this new existence. As much as she wanted to hold on to her independence, her modesty, some semblance of chasteness, there was no way. It wasn’t Nature’s plan.