She didn’t hesitate.
The air in the room was electrified as she obeyed.
Trace had never seen anything more beautiful than his mate on her hands and knees, her thighs open several inches, her head twisted back to look at them over her shoulder.
When she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, he almost came.
Trace opened the bedside table drawer and grabbed the lube.
Melinda flinched when he popped it open. She turned her head so she no longer faced him.
Trace set one hand on her ass and molded the soft flesh.
“Can’t we just do it without all the fanfare?” she whispered.
Trace stared at her tight rear hole and closed his eyes for a second. As much as he would love to take her advice, there was no way he and Keegan wanted to cause her any pain. “No, baby. We need to stretch you first. Your body is already aligning with ours. Nature will relax your tight hole to accommodate us, but you aren’t used to anything this size passing through here.” He tapped her puckered opening. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
She rocked forward, drawing her knees closer together.
Trace reached between her thighs and nudged them. “Open for me, baby. Wider.” He stroked one finger through her folds as she complied. “So wet.”
She moaned softly.
Trace let a generous amount of the lube land on her crack and set the tube aside. Stroking her outer lips enough to help calm her, he circled her tight bud with one finger of his other hand.
He lined his pinky up with her hole. It was small, but it looked enormous compared to the tightness of Melinda’s rear. As he pressed the one finger into her, she arched her back. “Relax your muscles, baby. Let me work you open.”
Keegan set a hand on one cheek, holding her open to their view.
Melinda stiffened. “God, that’s so intimate. I can’t wrap my head around it.”
“I know, hon. You’ll get used to it. We’re taking it as slow as possible.” Keegan nudged Trace’s hand.
Trace removed his pinky from her tight confines, and let Keegan slide his own pinky into her.
“Oh God.” Melinda lowered to her elbows, letting her forehead rest against the bed.
While Trace padded to the bathroom to wash his hands and grab a towel and washcloth, Keegan whispered to their mate. Trace didn’t hear the words, but he didn’t need to. He and Keegan had been sharing women for as long as they’d been having sex. He knew what Keegan would say to their mate.
As he stepped back into the room with the towel, he found Keegan easing Melinda onto her side, facing him where he stood next to the bed. Keeping his hand flat against her rear, he didn’t let his pinky dislodge as he reached across her to brush her hair from her face and then danced his fingers down the swell of her breast and over her hip. He tucked his hand under the knee of her top leg and guided it up toward her chest.
Trace climbed onto the bed behind her and spooned her body gently. His cock bobbed against her thigh, and he didn’t get close enough to cause himself any more angst than he already felt. Even the brush of her skin over the tip of his dick made him inhale sharply.
Melinda lay with her cheek resting on her bottom arm. She reached with her top arm and fisted the sheets a few inches from her face. Her lips were pursed.
Keegan remained on his feet. He smoothed his hand up and down her top thigh, nudging her open wider. His voice was soft, but deep as he spoke to her. “Try to relax, hon. Let me work you open slowly. I want to hear you scream when we claim you, but I don’t want it to be from pain.”
She nodded stiffly.
While Trace held her hip steady, Keegan reached over and spread her legs wider and fucked her tight hole with his pinky.
Melinda tipped her head back, exposing her neck, tightening the grip she had on the sheets, her knuckles white from the effort. Her mouth opened. No sound came out.
Trace watched her every reaction. His chest seemed to swell from the emotions he felt. He needed her more than he’d ever needed anything in his life.
What she battled was written on her face—a combination of anxiety from the exposure, fear of the unknown, and lust. Deep penetrating lust that wouldn’t release her until she allowed herself to succumb to its clutches.
He knew that lust, because he felt it too. And the furrow of Keegan’s brow, combined with the stiff hard-on bobbing in front of him, suggested he too felt the electricity.
Keegan pressed his palm against Melinda’s butt cheek, holding it open. He twisted his pinky several times and then eased it from her body, quickly replacing it with his middle finger at the entrance. “Just a little thicker, hon. Relax your rectum.” He nudged the hole with the larger finger and twisted it in circles, waiting for her to release the tight grip she had on nothing.