Rebecca’s Wolves(83)

She threw her arms up in the air. “Son of a mother fucking bitch.” She stomped from the room.

Rebecca ripped off her scrubs as she flipped on the shower. She didn’t want to go for a run today. She wanted to wash the taint of the hospital off her skin and fuck her mate. She wished Miles were home to get in on it because she could use the presence of both men—both in the room and inside her body.

Griffen didn’t come into the bathroom, which surprised her, but also allowed her to wash her hair and her body and take her time. She even shaved. What a luxury. She couldn’t remember when she’d last showered alone.

After she stepped from the small enclosure, she wrapped herself in a towel, put another on top of her head with her hair coiled inside, and grabbed her lotion.

She still pulsed with anger.

She moisturized her face and her legs and then removed the towel from her head and combed through her hair.

By the time she felt clean and somewhat alive and better able to control herself, at least from throwing something or screaming, she thought she could safely open the bathroom door.

And she smiled with relief.

There they were. Both of them.

“How did you get here so fast?” she asked Miles.

“I left as soon as I felt your anger. I knew something really fucked up happened.”

“Thank you.” Her wrath deflated just knowing these two had her back.

“What can we do for you, baby?” Griffen asked. “Dinner? Wine? Something stronger? Massage?”

“What I’d really like is for you both to take off your clothes and fuck me until I can’t remember anything except the feel of your cocks rubbing against each other inside me.” She dropped her towel.

They hesitated for a heartbeat as the heat in the room went up a notch. She could sense their desire immediately. Good. If they turned her down, she would probably freak.

In record time, they both shed their clothes.

Miles climbed back onto the bed without looking. He lay down in the center, his cock bobbing above him. He didn’t need any preparation. Hell, neither of them ever did. Double hell, she never did, either.

“Climb over me, love.” Miles reached out a hand.

Rebecca took two strides to the bed, her nipples puckering at the raw lust emanating from all three of them. She straddled Miles, lined up his cock, and thrust down over him. Her pussy was so wet from the two-second strip show, she just wanted to be filled.

Miles grunted. “Holy mother of God, love.” He grabbed her biceps to hold her steady. “Don’t move,” he gritted out. “I’m gonna blow.”

The bed dipped behind her as Griffen joined. She heard a popping noise.

Lube.

She shook her ass. “Please. Hurry.”

“Don’t want to hurt you, baby. Patience.”

“I don’t have patience right now, and you aren’t going to hurt me. Please… Fuck me. I need to feel you both moving inside me at the same time.”

Griffen set a hand on her lower back and circled her tight hole with one finger.

It felt so good. It always did. But this was different. “Please…” she pleaded again.

Griffen dipped his finger inside, making her buck into his touch.

Miles smoothed his hands down her arms and grabbed her hips. “Stay still, love. Let him stretch you.”

“Don’t…want…to…wait…” she mumbled.

Griffen added a finger, his hand pressing down on her back to keep her still.

She was close to coming already without moving on Miles’ cock or having either man touch her clit.

“More,” she shouted. “Do it, Griffen. Just…please.”

His fingers disappeared. His cock lined up with her ass, and he pressed forward on a long low groan. “Jesus, baby. So tight.”

Rebecca shimmied her hips in a wasted effort to lift off Miles and slam back down.

Instead the men took control. They moved in tandem, a controlled rhythm—one entering while the other pulled out. Miles lifted her on and off his cock at his pace. All she had to do was let them control this.

And she had no problem now that they were moving. She closed her eyes and luxuriated in how lucky she was to have this. If some asshole, or some freaky spirit, wanted to screw up her job, let them. She would still have this.

So good.

Every movement heightened her awareness of the tiny nerves inside her pussy and ass. She didn’t need anything else. If she could exist like this forever, she would.

Her body quickened, however. It was inevitable. Her swollen clit slammed into Miles’ torso again and again.

The view of the back of her eyelids sparkled. She grew dizzy, and she didn’t care. All she wanted was this. This feeling. So powerful. So rich. So intense.