Melinda’s Wolves(56)

After the way he handled her all day, she didn’t trust him to let her lead. He was very dominant. She wasn’t sure she would ever have the upper hand with him—at least not sexually. Mentally, she might take him on daily. Sexually, he ruled like a true wolf. And she wasn’t quite sure how she felt about that yet.

On the one hand, she wasn’t the type of person to let anyone walk all over her. She liked control in her life. It compensated for the lack of control she had over her visions. On the other hand, it made that tight ball in the pit of her stomach clench every time Keegan got domineering.

She squeezed her legs together at the memory of him thrusting his fingers into her against his desk. She squeezed her eyes closed and bit her lower lip to keep from moaning. She knew she sat there still as a statue and so stiff her body was going to ache.

“Melinda.” His voice was both playful and demanding.

She couldn’t resist the pull and turned her head to face him.

He glanced at her. “I don’t know who you’re trying to fool, me or you, but I can smell your need from here. Smashing yourself against the door isn’t keeping me from wanting you, nor is it masking your arousal.”

She was aware of that. Why did he need to point it out?

“Just drive.” She turned back to face the window. Her heart pounded. Her palms were sweating. She wiped them on the skirt of her dress and then opened the window a few inches to get some air that wasn’t contaminated with Keegan.

She’d heard tales about mating her entire life. It was part of being a shifter. Everyone who was mated had more than enough to say to warn those who were not.

Absolutely nothing prepared her for this onslaught of cravings. There was no way anyone could have described the all-encompassing drive to mate over and over again.

The world around her was fuzzy since all her concentration focused on Keegan and Trace and being with them again. She couldn’t really see anything. Mostly she just didn’t care about anything else.

Her mind had only one thought. Fucking her men again. And then again.

And the worst part was she grew increasingly aware that mating with them again wasn’t going to take the edge off but instead the opposite. The desire would only escalate.

When would the frenzy end?

Keegan finally pulled up the driveway. He jumped down from the cab and rounded it so fast, she never had a chance to get out. He liked it that way. It was perfectly clear. Repeatedly.

And the concept of being lifted from the truck was growing on her. It got his hands on her waist, his face near hers. His scent filled her nostrils as he lowered her to the ground against the side of the truck. He didn’t even flinch as he gripped her as though the wound on his hand was of no concern to him whatsoever.

She had expected them to race into the house, but instead Keegan’s lips descended on her. His mouth devoured her so fast her vision swam.

The kiss intensified with each passing moment until she no longer remembered where they were, or cared. All she knew was her need, the way her pussy leaked, the tightening of her nipples as they rubbed against her bra.

Another scent infiltrated her lust from her left side as the door shut. Trace. His hand landed on her shoulder. “Come inside. I know the houses aren’t very close together in this neighborhood, but you’re about to put on an impressive show for anyone that drives by.”

Keegan’s lips broke free. He gasped for air against her face. “You slay me, woman.” He hoisted her up by the waist again. “Wrap your legs around me.”

She obeyed his directive, grasping him with her ankles at his back, her arms around his neck. He strode to the house and through the open front door quickly. Trace came from the rear, shutting the door and sandwiching her from behind immediately.

The smell of Chinese food filled her nostrils. She was hungry, but it would have to wait.

His lips landed on her neck as he pushed her hair aside. “God, I missed you.”

She leaned back into his chest, letting him absorb her weight, her legs tight around Keegan. She released Keegan’s neck and lifted her arms over her head to wrap them around Trace’s neck, nestling her head on his shoulder and turning her face to kiss him from the side.

She needed more. Too many clothes. Too many impediments.

Dropping her legs, she let herself slide to the floor between her men.

They each stepped closer, pinning her.

Trace set his hands on her biceps, keeping her arms above her head where she still stroked his neck.

Keegan grabbed for the hem of her dress and slowly lifted it over her body. When he reached her head, he tugged it off.

“What happened to your hand?” Trace asked.

“Slight accident,” Keegan muttered, his hands back on Melinda’s hips. “It’ll heal.”