Wolves Gone Wild(37)

Perspiration dotted her forehead as her heart threatened to break out of her chest. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath as they crouched down and eased over her. She lay back, covering her breasts with her hands, not in shyness, but to tempt them into touching her again.

She worried that she couldn’t handle the lengths and widths of their cocks, but she couldn’t imagine not trying. If they were too gentle, it would drive her insane. She’d strike out, if necessary, and make them take her like the powerful men they were.

Their expressions were intense, their fiery gazes searing her body, examining her with a fierceness that shook her resolve. Would they still find her attractive? Or would they think her too fat now that they could see her body in the broad daylight? At once, she wished that it was dark, with shadows hiding her wide hips and rounded stomach.

“You’re beautiful.”

She blinked, wondering if Lance had really spoken or if her mind was playing tricks. “No, I’m not.”

Duncan’s eyes flashed. Amber flecks caught her attention and were suddenly gone. Amber that reminded her of the eyes she’d seen last night.

Alarm trickled its way into her, but the rush of excitement, the sparks of electric current that always seemed to be present whenever they were around, drove the fear away. She needed them as much as she needed food and water.

Lance placed his palm against her leg, his gaze cast downward toward her pussy. “Spread.”

It was an order, and yet, she sensed it was a plea, too. She drew in a solid breath and let him move her leg to the side.

Duncan went to his knees by her shoulder and stroked her hair. “We’ve waited so long for you. I almost don’t believe that you’re here.”

Strong men with sweet words. Nothing could be better.

She no longer gave any thought that they were strangers. Her gut, her heart, her being, every part of her told her that she was right where she was supposed to be.

“We need you. So much.”

If he’d spoken a foreign language, she still would’ve understood just from Lance’s husky tone. He bent low, putting his body between her legs. His palms skimmed over her legs as he followed them with his mouth and tongue. It was erotic beyond her wildest dreams, and sent her body’s energy racing from her legs to her pussy then outward.

Duncan tenderly moved a hand from her breast and put his lips against her nipple. She ran her palm over his arm and reveled at the strength in it. Strength that seemed to be on the verge of breaking.

He’s trembling more than I am.

She sighed, then put her head to the side and closed her eyes. Sensations she hadn’t known were possible took her over, at once putting her at ease, then storming into her until all she wanted was to have their cocks filling her.

Lance brushed his mouth over her pussy lips in a gesture so intense yet gentle that she didn’t know whether to cry or laugh. “Please, Lance.”

She almost added “I’ve waited so long” as Duncan had said, but that didn’t make sense. True, she’d yearned for a man in her life, one who would love her as much as she loved him, but the idea of having not one, but two—perhaps three—men had been beyond her capabilities to imagine.

She dropped her hand from Duncan’s arm and went searching. Soon, she found his cock and felt him jerk when she enclosed it. He was hot, twitching with life as it grew even thicker. She felt powerful holding such an immense instrument of passion.

Lance spread her lips and touched her almost so lightly that she didn’t realize it. Her pussy, however, burst into a flood of throbbing need, ready for him to press his mouth to her. She mewled, giving him permission, begging him to go on.

Hard. Quick and slow. Please.

When he did, she thought she’d pass out. He whipped his tongue around her clit, then licked her and drank her juices up with a satisfied sigh. He gave her what she’d silently begged for, first circling his tongue around and over her clit in quick flicks only to slow it down to make another full-on tongue-to-the-flesh circle that took forever, but gave so much.

She couldn’t hold on to Duncan’s cock any longer. Instead, she dug her fingernails into the ground and held on, sure that her body would explode if she didn’t ground the electric current running through her, into them, then back to her.

Duncan inched his body closer, pressing his cock against her leg as he swept his tongue over the top of her breast then down to crush it against her nipple. His jaw worked and she found herself clenching her own jaw to match his.

Their hands, tongues, and lips slid over her skin, caressing, fondling, bringing goose bumps. She spread her legs even wider as Lance wrapped his arms under her legs and flattened his palms against her pelvis. Whether he meant to hold her down as she bucked and writhed or keep himself grounded didn’t matter. She was gone, lost in a torrent of carnal sensations and wild emotions.