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Melinda’s Wolves(73)

By:Becca Jameson


Keegan was right on his heels.

Melinda was next to the bed, leaning over her suitcase and riffling through the mess of wrinkled clothes she had stuffed in haphazardly. “I think I’ll take a shower.”

Keegan looked at Trace. They didn’t need to communicate telepathically to be on the same page. With a nod, they flanked their mate, each taking a hand. In two seconds they dropped her on her ass in the middle of the bed.

Melinda squealed.

Keegan took one arm and lifted it above her head while Trace took the other as they each climbed onto the mattress and tried to control the squirming ball of female lust writhing between them.

“We weren’t done talking,” Keegan said.

“Not even close,” Trace added.

Melinda humphed. “Talking about what? It was a simple request. I don’t understand what you two are being all weird about.” She tugged on her arm, but Keegan had a good hold above her head.

In fact, he grabbed her leg with his other hand, his fingers landing on her naked thigh. Her skin was hot to the touch. Smooth. Silky. He couldn’t resist running his fingers up higher, pushing her dress out of the way. When he reached her panties, he cupped her sex. “Jesus, hon. You’re so wet. Explain to me how a discussion about pregnancy gets my mate so horny.”

She bit her lip, tipping her head back so her neck elongated. She was so wanton. Her breasts stood higher, her nipples still poking at the material of her dress. Her belly dipped as Keegan stroked a finger over the top of her silky panties, grazing her clit. “Please,” she finally muttered. She squirmed, digging her heals into the bed and bucking into his hand.

Trace reached for a breast and cupped the globe with his entire hand. “What’s this about?” he asked Keegan.

“I’m as perplexed as you.” But Keegan stuffed the weirdness to the back of his head so he could concentrate on the immediate issue—getting his mate off.

She was needier than he’d ever seen her. Her pussy was soaked, hot, throbbing, swollen.

He knew the mating would be intense. That was a given. And he was clear on the fact that newly mated pairs—or in this case threesomes—entered a sexual frenzy that was inexplicable. Every mated person he’d known had described it as such.

What he hadn’t anticipated was this shocking display of total abandon forty-eight hours later.

It seemed as if the only thing Melinda could focus on was sex. Her mouth fell open, but no sounds came out. Her eyes rolled back. Her body continued to writhe as if she were in a trance.

And every bit of that view made Keegan’s cock harder by the second.

“More. God. Please…” Her words tumbled out with urgency.

Trace released her, sat up, and flipped her body onto her belly, dislodging Keegan’s fingers from between her legs.

She whimpered, drawing her knees up under her and pressing into the mattress with her hands until she came off the bed on all fours.

Trace unzipped her dress with shaky fingers and slid the scrap of material over her shoulders, baring her body.

Keegan almost choked at the vision. His mate rocked back and forth on her hands and knees, her small breasts swinging slightly, the nipples tight points. He couldn’t move. All he could do was watch as Trace lowered her panties over her hips and down her legs until he tossed them aside.

Naked. Her glorious skin on display.

Keegan needed to be inside her. He lifted his gaze to Trace who smirked. “You gonna join us?” Trace quickly dropped his clothes on the floor and climbed between Melinda’s legs from behind. He set his hands on her hips.

Keegan finally moved, removing his clothing also. He crawled around to Melinda’s head and lifted her chin with his fingers. Her mouth lined up with his length. Her eyes were huge now—giant round orbs that pleaded with him. And then she lowered her gaze and leaned forward to lick the tip of his cock.

Keegan moaned. He released her chin, gripped his dick with one hand, and held her shoulder with the other.

Shocking him, Melinda thrust forward, her mouth engulfing his stiff length, her lips colliding with his fist. An inhuman sound escaped her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard.

“Christ, hon.” He was going to come. Fast.

She started rocking, thrusting her body onto Keegan’s cock and then back into Trace’s hands.

Trace had a grip on her hips, and he tipped his head back to groan at the ceiling, which meant his cock was buried in their mate’s pussy.

Keegan had no idea when that had happened. And he didn’t care.

Lord, his woman could suck. As if she was starving, she devoured him, moaning around his shaft with every draw. And her wicked tongue lapped at the sensitive underside of his dick, making him grit his teeth to keep from coming too fast.