Rebecca’s Wolves(30)
She broke the silence. “Are you about to tell me to choose between you two?” She glanced back and forth at them.
Both faces looked stunned, eyes wide, mouths open.
Miles spoke first. “No. Hell, no.” He shook his head.
She furrowed her brow. “You planning to flip a coin? Because this is about the strangest situation I’ve ever been in.” She pointedly ducked her chin to indicate where they both held her. Maybe they planned to start pulling and each take a half.
“Baby, it doesn’t work that way.” Griffen leaned in closer.
“Miles said that earlier. How, exactly, does it work?”
Miles stood so suddenly, his chair scraped across the hardwood floor and then fell over backward.
Before she knew what was happening, he pulled her chair out too, lifted her by the waist, and spun her around to set her on her ass on the edge of the table.
He took the seat she’d been in while Griffen scooted his around so they both faced her. Now they each held a leg.
“Guys…”
Griffen eased his hand up her shin, over her knee, and onto her thigh. “You don’t choose.”
His hand distracted her, making it difficult to think.
Miles ran his hand up her other leg. “There’ll be no choosing.”
Her head was spinning. She set her hands on the table on both sides to brace herself.
They each stroked a thigh, trailing higher every moment, pulling her legs apart as they inched upward.
Holy shit. Her ass was naked against the table, and now her pussy, soaking wet, was about to be exposed. She groaned as her legs shook with need. Some strange pull made her unable to stop this madness.
She wanted them. Both of them.
There. She admitted it. At least to herself.
If they both wanted to play, who was she to stop them?
“You belong to both of us, baby,” Griffen muttered.
Both…
Wait. Belong?
“What does that mean?” she moaned.
“You’re our mate, love. It’s unusual, but it happens.”
“What’s unusual?” His words swam inside her head, but they didn’t connect. Their distracting fingers drove her mad.
“For two wolves to mate with one woman,” Griffen clarified.
“Mate?” That word kept circulating. She tried to focus on their faces.
“Mate. Claim.” Miles shrugged. “Semantics. We both have to sleep with you to complete the process.”
“What process?” She sat upright and grabbed both their hands on her legs to halt their progress toward her pussy. This sounded important.
They took pity on her and eased back to about her knees. Her legs were stretched open too far, but at least one or two brain cells functioned.
Miles squeezed her knee. “When a wolf finds his mate, he just knows. It’s for life. We mate for life,” he clarified. “You might have sensed it when you met Griffen yesterday.”
She shook her head. Liar.
“When two wolves are mates, it’s easy. They both know it. They deal with it. It’s awkward when a wolf finds he is destined to a human. So many things to explain,” Griffen added.
“You should probably start that explaining then.” She squeezed her pussy, gripping at nothing. There was no denying her body was screaming at her to let them fuck her senseless, but she needed to grasp onto a thread of reality and listen to these two men at her knees.
“If it had just been the two of us, it would have been simpler. Marginally. But then Miles showed up, and… Well… It was clear immediately he was fated to claim you also.”
“What do you mean when you say claim? Are you talking about sex?”
Miles grinned. “Yes, but so much more. It’s permanent, love.”
“What’s permanent?” She felt stupid and a bit like a parrot.
“Once we both make love to you, the bond will be in place. Nothing can separate us,” Miles clarified.
“Ever?”
“Correct.” Griffen met her gaze. “It’s forever, baby.”
“Like a marriage.”
Miles shook his head. “Marriages are a dime a dozen. A mating between wolves and their partners, however many that is, cannot be broken.”
“How on earth can you say that? What keeps one party from walking away from your weird ritual?”
Griffen exhaled slowly. “You can’t because you won’t want to.”
“Uh-huh,” she uttered, not following the logic at all. “Okay, so you’re saying you both want to sleep with me. It’s fated. And afterward, I’ll be so overwhelmed by your sexual prowess I won’t ever want to consider being with another man as long as I live.”
Miles chuckled. “That’s a strange way to put it, but yes.”