Sharon’s Wolves(104)

Jackson tipped his head to one side and narrowed his gaze. “What is that going to prove?”

“Just do it.”

On a sigh, Jackson turned around slowly, his arms crossed and one leg cocked out to the side, putting all his weight on the other foot.

Cooper waited until Jackson couldn’t see, and then he faced Sharon and held her gaze. He reached between her spread legs and stroked a finger through her lower lips and over her clit. Again. And again.

Her brain swam. She tipped her head back and bit her lower lip to keep from moaning. Her arousal ran out of her pussy and down toward her rear hole.

And still Cooper gathered her wetness and drew it out, swirling it around her clit and down toward her tighter hole. His gaze remained on hers. “Breathe in, Jackson. Long and slow.”

Sharon almost shot off the bed when Cooper reached inside her with two fingers and crooked them to drag out her arousal again. She wanted to throttle him.

Jackson did as he was told, inhaling slowly. He seemed to tremble where he stood.

“Tell me you can’t smell her. Tell me you aren’t physically drawn to her in a way that defies logic. You aren’t even looking at her. You can imagine what her expression must be because you’ve seen the way her mouth falls open and her eyes lower when she’s horny, but you can’t see it. Is it any less intense?”

Jackson didn’t move.

Cooper thrust two fingers into her pussy deep and hard, making her squeal. She didn’t mean to, but she couldn’t hold back any longer.

Jackson swung around and took two strides to get to her. He glared at Cooper and grabbed the man by the wrist to pull his hand away from her pussy.

Sharon groaned. Her legs shook, and she grabbed her thighs to brace herself. Her nipples stood at attention even though neither man had touched them. She needed more.

“Fine,” Jackson said. “I can scent her from across the room. And it calls to me. Dammit. It does.” He leaned over her and met her gaze. And then he lowered his face between her legs and sucked her juices from her pussy. He moaned around the torture he inflicted on her, his tongue driving her mad when it dipped into her and then flicked across her clit.

He grabbed her thighs, his hands wrapping around hers, and pressed her wider. And the noises he made while he continued to devour her drove her to the edge of insanity.

“I’m gonna come…” she muttered.

“I hope so,” Cooper teased.

She let herself go then, her orgasm pulsing against Jackson’s mouth as he continued to flick his tongue everywhere seemingly at once. He didn’t let up until she started to float back to Earth. And then he did so slowly, nibbling away from her pussy until he was kissing her thighs and her belly.

“Can you live without that?” Cooper whispered. “Can you walk out the door and never smell that amazing scent again? Taste that flavor that is only Sharon’s? Feel the way her clit pulses against your tongue when she comes? Hear the moans that escape her mouth when she’s so far gone she doesn’t even know it? See the look on her face when her eyes flutter open and her mouth parts in that slow smile that tells you she’s the most satisfied person alive, and you did that to her?”

Jackson leaned over her, releasing her thighs to set his hands on both sides of her head. He dipped his face to kiss her lips.

She tasted herself on his mouth. Heady. Erotic. Sexy.

“No,” he announced.

“Then we’ll get through this. Why? Because we have no other choice. Fate determined you and I would share her. She doesn’t make Her choices on a whim. She means business. She doesn’t make mistakes. Sharon is ours, and like it or not, you’re a part of us now.”

Jackson’s brow was still furrowed. “It’s frustrating,” he mumbled against her lips.

“I know,” she said as she wrapped her arms around him and hauled his body down to press against hers. She needed more contact. What she needed was for her men to take off their clothes and fill her. Ground her. Make the insanity of being kidnapped and drugged go away.

She heard Cooper’s zipper and smiled as she glanced over to find his chest bare and his jeans easing down his legs.

“Please,” she pleaded, meeting Jackson’s gaze. “Please,” she repeated.

Finally, he smiled and rolled his eyes. “That wasn’t enough for you? So greedy…” But he stood upright and shrugged out of his clothes. When he was completely naked, he set a knee between her legs and climbed onto the bed. He hauled her body several feet back and then thrust his cock into her pussy without warning.

Sharon gasped, tipping her head back. God. So perfect. So full. So right. How could he deny this connection?