Rebecca’s Wolves(38)

And then she teetered over the top, crashing to the other side where the pulsing took over from the raw need.

Before she finished throbbing around Miles’ fingers, he released her prematurely and grabbed her waist to flip her onto her knees.

She grew dizzy from the abrupt change and was barely able to hold herself upright on her hands and knees. And then he thrust his cock into her from behind, gripping her hips and forcing her knees wider.

She moaned at the shock to her pussy, her halted orgasm flaming back to life.

While Miles fucked her hard, Griffen lifted her hair and twisted it around to lie over one shoulder. And then he crawled in front of her face and tipped her head back. “Do you want this, baby? If not, say no.”

She swallowed around the lump in her throat, her gaze lowering to his cock. “I want to.” She leaned forward, breaking free of his hands, and licked the tip, gathering up his come.

He tasted salty and masculine, pure Griffen. Then she sucked him into her mouth as deep as she could without warning.

Griffen groaned and grabbed the headboard behind him. She smiled around his length, glad to know he was as affected by her mouth as she was by his.

As she sucked him, rhythmically pulling him into her and then slowly backing off, her legs shook. Thank God Miles held her steady, or she might have collapsed.

She needed to come again in no time, not surprising since her first orgasm had been cut short.

If he would just touch my clit…

“I will, love. I want to come with you. You’ll come when I’m ready.” Miles’ voice in her head made her squeeze her lips around Griffen’s cock. She’d forgotten they could read her thoughts.

It was at once heady and disconcerting. She needed to be careful about what passed through her brain.

The idea of him intentionally keeping her on the edge like that made her almost come without his touch.

“Don’t come yet, love. Wait for me.”

Fuck.

He chuckled into her head. “I am, love.” He picked up the pace, causing her to do the same on Griffen.

Finally, his hand released her hip and snaked around to her front. Instead of stroking her clit as she expected, he pressed his thumb into the bundle of nerves and held it.

“Now, love. Come with me.” As Miles thrust one final time deep inside her, she shattered around him, pulsing more times than she could count, relieved this orgasm was permitted completion. If she had to endure another one like the last, she would lose her mind.

Suddenly aware she held Griffen between her lips and hadn’t moved for the duration of her bliss, she sucked him in deep and swirled her tongue around his length, repeating the process several times when he moaned.

His cock stiffened in her mouth. “I’m gonna come, baby.” He set a hand on her head, nudging her to release him, but she shook him off and pulled him in farther.

She swallowed as he squirted into the back of her throat, loving the power she held over this one task. Her men might be bossy and demanding, but she had this one thing.

When Griffen was spent, he eased out of her mouth at the same time Miles pulled out of her pussy. Instead of letting her collapse against the bed, Griffen hauled her up to her knees and pressed his lips to her forehead.

Miles crawled forward, his legs straddling hers, and pressed into her back. Sandwiched between them, she let her head roll back against Miles’ shoulder, her eyes blinking open to take in the light of day flooding the room.

Before that moment, she hadn’t really noticed anything around her except her men and the way they made her feel.

Sated.

Again.

And worshipped.





Chapter Thirteen


Over breakfast, Griffen asked Miles question after question.

Rebecca found it odd there were so many things Griffen didn’t seem to know.

Miles shot her a quick grin. “Although we’re both wolf shifters, we were raised in very different circumstances in very different packs.”

“You call your families a pack?”

“Yes, much like real wolves,” Miles replied as he took another long drink of orange juice. Again he’d cooked for the three of them, enough food to feed ten hungry men, though again it appeared there would be nothing left over.

“What’s the difference between your families?”

Miles swallowed and continued, “My family is Native American. And although we’re both shifters, my pack has traditions that go back generations from way before white settlers came to this land. Including white shifters.”

She nodded. That made sense. She leaned back in her chair to listen, stuffed once again. “Are all the Native Americans in this area shifters?”

“No. Just my tribe—the Yobuka. The ones in this northern section of the reservation along the southern edge of the lake. We participate in many tribal gatherings, but we’re viewed as quite separate from the non-shifters.”