Melinda’s Wolves(39)

“Okay, baby. We’ll do it.” Trace turned left at the next turn and made his way farther into the hills, away from the reservation.

They were closer to Keegan’s house, and that area was the best area to explore at a higher elevation anyway.

“I know just the spot,” Keegan added, giving Trace directions. “A place we can park, shift, and run where no humans will be hiking.”

There were many such locations in the area. That was one of the reasons so many packs of shifters—both Native American and others—lived in this section of Montana. The freedom to run through the dense forest and difficult terrain of the more uninhabitable sides of the mountains was perfect for their kind and kept them secret from humans.

When Trace pulled off the main road onto a dirt lane, Melinda got butterflies in her stomach. She hadn’t realized what a big deal it was to shift and run with her mates for the first time. She’d only been thinking about getting to the peak and therefore closer to the spirits where she could meditate for a while, at one with nature.

As the truck came to a stop, she felt invigorated in a new way.

They all three jumped down from the cab, and Melinda circled to the bed of the truck. Her heart pounded with the need to shift. She could feel the itch under her skin. Even though she hadn’t let these two men who were meant to be with her for the rest of her life claim her completely yet, they were closer to her than anyone she’d ever met.

They already held a piece of her heart, even if they didn’t know it. She felt a connection to them that went deeper than anything. And that connection would grow every day through thick and thin.

Her certainty was a personal relief. Her chat with Mimi had made her see things through new lenses.

Keegan grabbed her hand as she dropped her flip flops into the bed of the truck and unbuttoned her jeans. He tugged her close and took her lips in a brief, but heated kiss. A smile lit his face. “Something’s different about you.”

“I’m excited to shift and run. I haven’t run in a few weeks. And…I can’t wait to see you both in your natural form.”

Keegan lifted her shirt over her head and dropped it in the growing pile with his shirt and shoes and Trace’s. When he reached down to lower her zipper, an electric current raced through her body. He met and held her gaze while his fingers reached unnecessarily lower, stroking over her sex through the denim. “You’re wet.”

“How do you know?” she croaked, every nerve ending on fire with need.

“I can feel your heat through the layers. I can smell your arousal as if you were spread out naked in front of my face.”

She swallowed, her eyes fluttering as his fingers worked her to a frenzy, zipping quicker across her crotch, pressing on the seam of her jeans nestled between her lower lips. She let her head fall back, not surprised when it landed against Trace’s bare shoulder.

Trace reached around to cup her breasts, still contained in the tight lace of her bra. He popped the front clasp easily, making her gasp and grab his forearms as the pressure in her tight chest released. Her bra fell away. “Trace…”

“Baby, you’re the singularly sexiest creature on Earth.”

Keegan’s thumb pressed on her clit as he cupped her, rubbing, stroking, driving her insane with want. He had her on her toes, almost lifting her off the ground with his pressure.

Her legs shook. “God. I’m so close…”

“And it’s so fucking hot watching you come.” Keegan kneeled in front of her.

She might have collapsed at the tug on her jeans, the slow torture as he lowered them down her legs and pulled them off, lifting her feet one at a time. Luckily, Trace held her upright, both hands gripping her breasts, flattening her against his chest.

And then she was naked. Before she took another breath, Keegan lifted her legs and set them over his shoulders.

Her shock made her tip her face down and grab his head. “Keegan,” she squealed. She dug her fingers into his soft blond hair, dislodging the band holding it back.

Her voice was cut off, the last syllable at a higher pitch as his mouth surrounded her pussy, licking and sucking and devouring her so fast she lost all thought. Her legs shot out straight as Trace pinched her nipples and then rolled them between his fingers and thumbs.

Keegan attacked her clit with his mouth, suckling the swollen nub hard enough to be almost too much. His hands grabbed her ass and squeezed her cheeks firmly.

The orgasm slammed through her so fast she didn’t have a chance to stop it. And she didn’t want to.

Keegan continued to suck and lick and taste as she came down from her high.

She needed more. The feeling had multiplied since last night and this morning, turning into more of an urgent need than a surface desire to mate. Her butt cheeks relaxed in Keegan’s hands, separating of their own accord, pleading with every fiber to let her mates finish the claiming.