Melinda’s Wolves(74)

He released his grip on his length and clamped onto her other shoulder. “I’m gonna come,” he announced, though he wasn’t sure who the information was intended for. It didn’t matter.

Melinda drew him in deeper, her tight suction his total undoing. In less than a second, his orgasm ripped through him, his come jutting into the back of Melinda’s throat.

As if she’d done this a thousand times, she held him deep, milking him dry. Amazing, since he knew the only blow job she’d ever given was to Trace yesterday.

When she finally released him, his cock slipping out of her mouth with a pop, he lifted his gaze to find Trace still buried in her pussy. He held steady, but his face was contorted in a way Keegan knew the man hadn’t come.

Trace pulled out on a moan. “Slide under her, Keegan. Make her come. She was concentrating so hard on you that she wouldn’t let go.”

Gladly.

Keegan understood. Trace was holding back, not about to let himself get off before their mate.

As he slid his body under hers, he gripped her face and took her lips in a brief kiss.

Melinda moaned, rocking forward into him.

Keegan lay on his back and reached for her hips.

As Trace eased out of her pussy, he nudged her forward. “Spread your legs over Keegan’s mouth, baby.”

Melinda’s eyes opened wide, seemingly snapping out of a trance. “What?” She shook her head. “No. That’s…”

With Trace’s help, Keegan managed to get her to climb over his shoulders, and before she could protest further, he lowered her swollen red pussy to his lips.

Her pheromones were intense, her scent filling him, intoxicating him, making his cock stiffen with renewed need.

He focused his attention on his mate, sucking her clit between his lips.

Her knees shook at the sides of his face. Thank God Trace had a firm grip on her, or she would have collapsed onto him. Not that her small frame would be a problem, but he wanted her to enjoy this, and he had much better control with her suspended above him.

“Oh. My. God.” Her voice was so faint he almost didn’t hear her.

He smiled against her and then thrust his tongue into her pussy.

Her thighs stiffened against him as she arched back.

“I’ve got her, Keegan.” Trace must have angled her against his chest. “That’s it, baby. Let it go.”

Melinda whimpered.

Keegan kept up the assault, his hands inching up from her hips to her breasts. He could see the tips of her globes as he pinched them between his fingers.

Her pussy flooded his mouth, and he sucked every ounce of her flavor, enjoying her taste and the little noises she made in protest. His sweet mate had never contemplated being in this position before. It obviously unnerved her.

She would get over that embarrassment in a hurry.

Keegan intended to feast on her often.

Suddenly, she arched farther back and screamed. Her clit throbbed against his top lip while he rode out her orgasm with the feel of her pulsing tight walls on his tongue.

“That’s it, baby. God, you’re so fucking sexy,” Trace soothed.

It had happened too fast for Keegan’s taste, but they had their whole lives to try every position imaginable. And then some.

At the moment, however, Keegan knew Trace needed to come. Keegan eased his hands from her breasts to under her arms, and before she could possibly process his intent, he flipped her onto her back, almost knocking Trace off balance to do so.

Melinda squealed, her hands threading into Keegan’s hair where it had come loose around his face.

He didn’t hesitate, lowering his mouth to her core once again, from above this time. He held her thighs wide, and licked a line up from her pussy to her clit. Before he released her, he flicked his tongue over her tight bud rapidly until she writhed anew.

And then he pulled himself away and climbed to her side.

When he met Trace’s gaze, he found a mixture of urgency, frustration, and mirth in his furrowed brow.

Without comment, Trace jerked his gaze from Keegan to Melinda, drank her in from her face to her spread legs, and then leaned over her and thrust into her tight sheath.

Melinda moaned loud enough to shake the bed. She grabbed Trace’s biceps with her tiny fingers, her nails digging into his muscles.

It was so fucking hot watching her come undone as Trace filled her.

Keegan’s chest swelled. His fingers shook as he cupped her cheek from the side.

She tipped her face into his hand but held Trace’s gaze. As she should.

They’d shared women for years, but nothing—absolutely nothing—compared to what this adventure was like with Melinda. Even though she had been a virgin with no experience to speak of, and even though he and Trace had never met her before Saturday night’s party, somehow the three of them fell into a natural rhythm together that defied all reason.