Sharon’s Wolves(63)

“What? Aroused?” He dipped one finger into her core and drew out the evidence of her arousal.

She moaned loudly and lifted her hips off the mattress. No denying she was aroused. But she wasn’t the sort of woman who liked to be tied to the bed and ravaged. Was she?

“Let’s just see. Shall we? Evidence would suggest you’re exactly this kind of woman.”

She mentally slapped herself for not blocking him. But it was nearly impossible to keep him out of her thoughts under the circumstances. She’d never once considered the possibility that she’d be open to any aspect of BDSM, but dammit, her belly dipped under the assault, her pussy gripping at nothing. Her clit throbbed with need. She was on the verge of an orgasm, and this mate of hers hadn’t touched her directly any place that mattered.

When she lifted her hips off the bed to silently plead for mercy, Cooper grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under her lower back. “There. Better. I can see you more directly like this.”

Mortification spread through her again, her chest undergoing the telltale signs that it was now splotchy with red heated embarrassment laced with desire.

Jackson emerged from the bathroom, his hair damp from towel drying it. The towel itself was wrapped low around his hips. When he approached, he pulled up a chair and sat next to the bed. “Mind if I watch?”

Cooper nodded. “Please do. It would seem our mate enjoys a bit of bondage. In a moment I’m going to make her scream so loud the neighbors will hear.”

She didn’t doubt his words. She was already so close it wasn’t funny.

“Legs, baby. Wider.”

She sucked in a sharp breath as she glanced down to find she’d closed her knees several inches. She pressed them back open as Cooper resumed his perusal of her most private parts.

It was crazy how he affected her. After all, both he and Jackson had seen every inch of her body. Hell, they’d also tasted every inch. Why, then, did it make her wild to hold herself open to him like this?

“Lord, that’s hot. Cooper you’re amazing with your mouth,” Jackson commented. “I mean, I had a taste of it myself the other day, but watching you in action is even sexier.” He leaned forward. “And I’m talking about his words, not his tongue.” He smirked.

Sharon’s face heated further.

Cooper used both hands to press her thighs open wider. “Your pussy is so fucking sexy. I’ll never get enough of staring at it.”

Wetness leaked out of her again, trailing down to her ass. She had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from begging.

He pulled her lower lips apart with his thumbs and held her steady. “So pink and wet. You’re glistening with need.”

She moaned. If he didn’t stop…

Those same thumbs lined up on both sides of her clit next and pinched it away from her body.

She shrieked.

“That’s it. Just feel my touch.” His voice was low and controlled as if this were no big deal to him.

She knew that couldn’t be true. His cock bobbed rock hard in front of him, the tip leaking with precome.

When he released her clit, he thrust both thumbs into her core as far as they could reach.

Sharon screamed. She came around those two thumbs as if he’d been fucking her for hours instead of the single thrust. Her channel pulsed around him.

“That’s it. So gorgeous.” His words were muffled by the ringing in her ears from the intensity of the orgasm. And then his thumbs were gone.

Her vision blurred, and she couldn’t hold her eyes open, so it was a great shock when Cooper leaned over her body and thrust his cock into her quivering pussy.

He grunted as soon as he was in to the hilt.

She lost her last brain cell as he pulled halfway out and then plunged back into her. Her breasts jiggled, making her aware of both their sensitivity and the fact that her arms were secured above her head.

Cooper lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her, licking the seam of her lips until she opened for him. When his tongue slid between her lips, she sucked it gently in deeper, mimicking the movement of his cock. His elbows cradled her underarms, his hands threading into her hair.

She moaned around his tongue, suckling it with every thrust of his length inside her sheath. Each time his groin hit her clit, she arched her hips upward, trying to gain more contact.

“Look at me, love.”

She twisted her head to the side at the sound of Jackson’s voice. Although she knew he was in the room because his scent filled the space, she’d been so consumed with Cooper, she hadn’t been able to focus on Jackson. It was heady knowing he was watching her, staring at her. And now she realized he had dropped the towel and held his cock in his hand, stroking it gently up and down the shaft.