Melinda’s Wolves(99)

“You better, unless she’s me.” Melinda grinned. “How do you feel?”

“Hungry. Thirsty. Horny.” He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her over the top of him. “How many times did you two fuck without me? I need to catch up.” He glanced at Trace over her shoulder.

“None,” Trace stated.

If Melinda wasn’t mistaken, a soft groan left his lips.

Keegan’s eyes widened. “What?” He met Melinda’s gaze.

“We were a little busy.”

“Doing what? Pacing around in some sort of ritual death watch? Is that one of your medicine woman thingies?”

She narrowed her eyes. “Don’t tease.”

He gripped her waist tighter, his hands trailing under her shirt until he swiped his thumbs on the underside of her breasts.

Trace sat on the edge of the bed. “Let’s see. The first day our mate was so pissed at me, she barely met my gaze.”

“Why?” Keegan looked from one to the other.

“I might have made a mistake when I decided it would be best not to let her know you had been buried in an accident.”

Keegan chuckled, his six pack shaking, Melinda straddling his waist. “I guess that would do it. Please tell me you have made amends, because I need to be connected to both of you, and I don’t feel like waiting while you battle it out.”

“We have,” Melinda whispered. She twisted to look at Trace. “I have warned him what sort of wrath he will incur if he ever does anything that stupid again.”

“Good. What day is it?”

“Saturday.” Melinda set her hands on his pecs, loving the ability to touch him after days of torturous waiting. “We haven’t even been mated a week. Seems like ten years.”

“It does seem like ten years since I’ve had my cock inside you. That’s true.” He tugged her shirt over her head.

When his hands landed on her lace bra, she arched into his touch. The intensity of her need rivaled the first time they’d been together. “Trace,” she muttered.

Trace climbed onto the bed and straddled Keegan behind her. He wrapped one arm under her chest and held her against him. His rigid cock landed on her lower back, bulging against his jeans.

The heat of Keegan’s erection between her legs made her fidget, wishing she could will away her jeans and Trace’s. Instead she eyed the mate in front of her. “Are you sure you’re up to this?”

He reached up and traced a finger along her bottom lip, making her long to have him in her mouth. Any part of him. In fact, she licked the pad of his thumb as he pulled her lip down. “Honey, there isn’t a damn thing I could possibly do before I take you. Reclaim you. I’ve never felt so alive.”

She tried to smile, but her face froze as Trace lowered a hand between her legs and pressed against her pussy. “It didn’t seem right fucking in the other room while you recovered. We waited for you.”

“How altruistic of you both,” Keegan teased. “Now get your pants off before I come against them instead of buried inside you to the hilt.”

Trace lifted one leg over Keegan’s thighs and tugged Melinda to the same side. Immediately he went to work on his jeans, keeping his gaze on hers as he shrugged out of them and tossed them aside.

Melinda popped the button, lowered the zipper, and wiggled herself free while she lowered her gaze to the impressive cock bobbing at Trace’s middle.

How had they avoided sex for two days?

It was as if by silent agreement they’d decided to wait for Keegan. Perhaps their bodies had gone into a state of suspension, keeping them from feeling the all-consuming need that had now returned in full force. Would fate do that? Dampen the libido of two mates while the third recovered from a serious injury?

She hadn’t thought much of it until now. Both she and Trace had been on pins and needles with concern. Neither had voiced a need to be sated.

Until now.

“Climb back over me, hon.” Keegan reached for her. “I can’t wait. I need to be inside your tight warmth.”

Melinda’s legs shook as she straddled her mate. She wiggled her ass toward Trace before she lowered herself over Keegan’s thick length. A whoosh of breath left her as she slammed down fast, forcing him deep. Her vision blurred. She wanted Trace to join them so badly she couldn’t form the words. Instead she leaned forward, offering her tight hole to him in silent supplication.

Luckily, Trace wasted no time. He reached across the bed, snagged a bottle of lube from the bedside table, and poured a generous amount on his palm.

Instead of stroking the gel across her ass, he wrapped his hand around his cock to her side where she could watch.