Rebecca’s Wolves(95)

When he returned, he dangled the soft nylon in front of him. “Scoot into the center, love. Arms above your head.”

She stared at him, visibly swallowing her trepidation. “You took me seriously.”

“Hell yes.” Griffen yanked her closest leg and tugged her toward the center until she fell onto her back.

Miles rounded to the other side of the bed and took one of her tiny hands in his. He kissed each knuckle and then her palm before he wrapped the smooth rope around her wrist and then attached her hand to the headboard. He tossed the other long end of the rope to Griffen and watched as his mate did the same on his side.

Rebecca sucked in a breath. Her arousal shot sky high as they slowly secured her.

Miles could smell her secretions even though she had her legs drawn up, her knees pressed together.

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Rebecca couldn’t breathe while she watched her mates climb languidly onto the bed. She had indeed asked for this. She had not, however, expected them to take her seriously. “Guys…”

“Shh, love.” Miles set a hand on her thigh and pressed outward. “No talking. Spread your legs for us.”

She bit her lower lip, but couldn’t seem to separate her knees. She’d never felt so exposed. Open.

She’d been with them for two weeks. Two weeks that seemed a lot longer when she considered what they’d been through together, how many times they’d made love to her, and how she felt about them.

But this… This was different. Their dominance had always been subtle. This wasn’t subtle.

Griffen reached for her other thigh and eased her legs apart. “Keep them open, or we’ll tie them also.” He raised one eyebrow at her in warning.

Rebecca shivered from head to toe, her entire body shaking at his words. Renewed moisture filled her pussy, slipping out and down to her butt crack at his words.

Miles inhaled deeply. “God you smell fantastic.” He set one finger on her lower lips and stroked the outside, not reaching deep enough to lessen her need.

She dug her heels into the mattress and lifted her hips off the bed.

“Ah ah ah.” Miles set his free hand on her belly and pressed. “Flat and open. No moving. No talking.”

She moaned in frustration.

“Moaning is allowed.” Miles chuckled as he repeated the movement of his finger, reaching between her lower lips this time.

She almost came when he hit her wetness and dragged it up to flick over her clit. The sound she made was unintelligible. She needed more. But neither man seemed in a hurry—much like she’d treated them a few minutes ago from the floor.

“So wet, baby,” Griffen commented. “You smell fantastic.” He closed his eyes and inhaled, dipping his face toward her core. “Delicious.” His head kept moving, angling higher until he flicked his tongue over her nipple.

“Oh God.”

Both men retreated, Miles releasing her pussy and Griffen her nipple.

She sucked in a breath. “No, please… Oh, God. Don’t stop…” She rolled her head to one side and then the other. “I need…”

“We know, baby. And you need to stop talking. That’s the rule.”

She sucked both lips under her teeth and held them, nodding her consent. They meant what they’d said. Seriously.

Griffen’s lips surrounded her nipple at the same time Miles pressed one finger into her pussy.

So much sensation. They hardly touched her, but every movement was heightened by the restraint and the need to control her mouth.

She concentrated on every touch as Griffen sucked her swollen bud into his mouth and Miles spun his hand palm up and pressed his thumb against her clit.

Overloaded, her mouth fell open. Her knees shook.

The men released their light grip on her thighs.

Miles whispered to her next. “Keep them wide, and we’ll continue.”

Her belly plunged. She’d known all along he could be dominant, but this was the first evidence of how far he would go to make her body hum. And it was working. Her face flamed at the embarrassment. She wanted more, and she was greedy enough to press her thighs wider to ensure she got it.

Griffen switched nipples, lapping at the second one while taking the first between his thumb and finger and twisting and pinching it until it was a sharp point of pleasure/pain.

His teeth nipped her other bud at the same time, making her chest feel swollen with need.

And then Miles moved, adding another finger to her pussy and using his other hand to hold the hood off her clit.

Exposed to the air, it pulsed. She tipped her head back, elongating her neck as she strained to keep her legs open.

“So sexy, love. God, you’re a vision.” Miles spoke close to her pussy, the air that followed each syllable hitting her throbbing clit. “I bet you could come without me touching you,” he whispered, and then he removed his fingers from inside her, still holding her hood back.