Love Found [Pack Law 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (12 page)

“You are so damn sexy, darlin’. You have a gorgeous ass. Will you let me fuck it, Alyson?”

“W−What?”

“Chevy wants to make love with you, too, honey. Will you let us fuck you at the same time?” Tarkyn pushed his hips up at her and groaned when her internal muscles flexed around him.

The thought of having two men inside her at the same time made another surge of heat sweep through her. Her pussy rippled and dripped more cream.

“Oh, I think our mate likes that idea. Don’t you, honey?”

“I−I…” The fantasy playing out in her mind stripped her of speech, but her body answered for her. Without conscious permission, her hips rolled forward, taking Tarkyn deeper.

Tarkyn reached out and gripped her shoulders. He pulled her down until her chest was flush with his. Her breasts pillowed up on his pectoral muscles as Chevy clasped the cheeks of her ass and kneaded them before spreading her wide. The slight stinging pain was a turn-on rather than a turn-off.

“Just relax, darlin’. I’ll take good care of you. I promise.” Chevy’s voice sounded much deeper than normal.

The bed dipped near her knee, and Alyson turned her head toward the movement. Rylan was next to her, and as he began stroking her arm, he leaned down and kissed her forehead. A pop sounded, and Alyson tensed when cold liquid dribbled onto her ass. She drew in a gasp and shivered, but when she tried to move, firm, strong hands prevented her.

“Look at me, honey,” Tarkyn demanded.

When she looked up, he gripped her hair and gave a slight tug toward him. She leaned forward, and then his mouth was on hers. He devoured her lips, sucking on her tongue, nipping her lower lip, and sweeping his tongue into every corner of her mouth. She mewled and slumped into him further as passion clawed at her.

Chevy massaged the lube into her anus, and then he pushed the tip of a finger inside. It was a foreign sensation, one she’d never thought to feel, but with these three men touching her and loving her, she craved more of everything they did to her. Dark excitement washed over her, causing more cream to leak from her vagina.

She moaned as Chevy pushed all the way into her back entrance and then wiggled his finger around, stretching her and adding to the pleasure of having a cock in her pussy. A whine escaped her lips when he pulled his finger from her anus, but that quickly turned to a squeak of appreciation when he came back with two.

For such a big man he was gentle. He took his time pushing through her tight sphincter muscles, stopping when she clenched and stretching her when she relaxed. All the time he prepared her, Tarkyn kissed her and held her still while Rylan caressed her back, shoulders, and arms. More lubrication was drizzled onto her back hole, and then the fullness escalated. There was a slight pinch and burn as he entered her with three fingers and stretched her out.

“You are such a good girl, darlin’,” Chevy panted. “Now that you’ve taken three fingers, you’re ready for my cock.”

Alyson heard a squishy, moist sound and realized that Chevy was slathering his cock with lube. A small hand towel flew by her head on its way to the floor. She thought he must have used that to wipe his hand clean.

“I want you to stay very still, Aly. Don’t move, because I don’t want to hurt you. If it gets to be too much, you tell me right away. Okay?”

Alyson was apprehensive but so hungry to be filled she couldn’t get her voice to work, so she nodded instead.

Chevy ran his cock over her asshole a few times while he gripped her shoulder with his hand. Then he began to push against her tight flesh. Even though she tried to relax, her natural instincts were to resist, and her ass clenched.

“Help her out, Tarkyn.”

Alyson had no idea what Chevy meant until Tarkyn slipped a hand between their bodies and wiggled his finger around until he found her clit. He brushed it from side to side, massaging the engorged bundle of nerves at the top of her slit, and to her surprise her ass muscles loosened.

She mewled and groaned as the head of Chevy’s cock pushed through the tight ring of muscle with a pop. His heavy breathing sounded loud in the quiet room. A drop of moisture plopped down onto her shoulder blade, and she realized that Chevy was sweating as he kept a tight rein on himself.

As his cock opened her virgin ass, the burn increased until she didn’t think she would be able to stand it, but he went slow for her and stopped regularly, allowing her body to get used to him inside her. He withdrew a little and then pushed back in, gaining depth each time he moved forward, until he was all the way inside her, his pelvis against her butt cheeks.

“She’s so fucking tight. I’m not gonna last long,” Chevy groaned.

“Are you okay, baby?” Rylan pushed her hair away from her face.

“No! Move! Please,” she sobbed. God, even
her
voice sounded deeper and more guttural than normal.

“You should have told me to stop if I was hurting you, Aly.” Chevy sounded disappointed and began to ease from her ass.

“Stop,” Alyson moaned. “I didn’t mean you were hurting me, but I will hurt you if you both don’t fuck me
now
!”

Tarkyn pushed up against her shoulders until she was sitting impaled on his cock and Chevy’s front was against her back. She had a rapacious hunger and needed them to appease it. Alyson reached out almost blindly and gripped Rylan’s cock in her hand. He was hard again, and she wanted to taste him. Using his dick as a handle, she pulled him forward until he got up on his knees with his erection close to her face. She opened her mouth wide and took him in.

“Fuck! Yeah, baby, suck on me. God, your mouth feels like heaven.”

Alyson licked around the head of his cock and dipped her tongue into the eye of his dick. He tasted so good, like a combination of salt and musk. She wanted more. Chevy slowly withdrew his cock from her ass, and as he pushed back in, Tarkyn pulled from her pussy. She was so full, and it felt so right to have three men filling her holes, she went wild. Hollowing her cheeks, she sucked Rylan deep into her mouth until his corona touched the back of her throat. Though she loved him in her mouth, she gagged slightly and had to ease up. As she withdrew she gently scraped her teeth along the length of his shaft.

Chevy surged back into her ass as Tarkyn pulled out, and sparks of electricity zinged from her pussy to her ass up to her breasts and back down again. With each surge and retreat the two men filling her anus and cunt sped up incrementally, and she kept pace by bobbing up and down over Rylan’s cock, laving the underside with her tongue. Their flesh slapped against hers and echoed through the room as if to the beat of an unseen drum. All of a sudden their rhythm began to falter and their thrusts became almost desperately uncoordinated.

From one heartbeat to the next, Alyson went from enjoying the pleasure being bestowed on her to standing on the precipice of another orgasm.

“Baby, let go. I’m gonna come.”

She was only vaguely aware of what Rylan said since she was on the cusp of climax, too, but his words finally penetrated her endorphins-soaked brain. Reaching out, she cupped and squeezed his balls, and he shouted as his cock expanded and jerked in her mouth, spewing load after load of cum down her throat. She swallowed reflexively. She sucked him clean as he pulled from her mouth, and then he flopped down on the bed beside her, panting heavily.

“She’s close,” Tarkyn hissed through gritted teeth. “I can feel her rippling around me.”

“Send her over,” Chevy growled and then licked her shoulder.

Tarkyn placed the tips of two fingers on either side of her clit and then gently squeezed.

Alyson yelled as a tsunamic wave of rapture whirled through her body. Her pelvis muscles clamped down hard, gripping the cocks sliding in and out of her pussy and ass. Her whole body shook and shuddered. Cream gushed from her vagina and light seemed to flash all around her, and then she was fading with the last shake and shudder of her body. All her muscles went lax, and she knew no more.

Chevy caught Alyson around the waist so she wouldn’t land on her face as she slumped forward.

“Alyson? Are you okay, darlin’?”

Tarkyn gently gripped her face between his hands and tilted her head so he could see her eyes. Chevy looked over her shoulder and leaned forward slightly so he could see her, too. Although she was still breathing more rapidly than normal, she appeared to be asleep.

“She passed out,” Rylan said and sat up on the edge of the bed.

“So it would seem.” Tarkyn eased her down, adjusting her head to rest on his shoulder.

“I’ll go and fill the tub.” Rylan walked toward the bathroom.

Chevy withdrew from her body with a groan, thankful the shaking in his legs had diminished enough to hold his weight. He followed Rylan into the bathroom to make sure everything was ready to wash their mate.

“She’s special, isn’t she?” Chevy looked at Rylan.

“Yeah,” Rylan breathed, “more than she realizes.”

“I feel like I’m already connected to her. I hope she lets us mate with her soon. This”—Chevy waved his hand toward the bedroom, where Tarkyn was currently holding their woman in his arms—“can only get better.”

“God, I had a hard time not letting my wolf’s instinct take over and claim her.”

“Me, too.” Rylan checked the bath water temperature. “But it will be much more intense and she will be more open with us by letting her make that decision when she’s ready.”

Chevy stared at Alyson sleeping in his brother’s arms and thought of how fulfilled he and his brothers would feel if she accepted their mating claim. She’d already wormed her way into his heart, and it would kill him if she rejected him and his brothers.

After watching other members of their pack find and mate with their women, he’d been jealous, almost green with envy when he watched how the men took care of their women. If she let them claim her, he’d never have to feel like that again. Chevy prayed that Alyson would open up with them more. He felt that she was still holding part of herself back and that once she let herself just be with them, claiming her would seem less intimidating to her. He wanted her to let go and trust them, but Chevy knew trust had to be earned.

“Tub’s ready.” Rylan’s voice drew him from his introspection.

Chevy walked back into the bedroom and picked Alyson up into his arms. It was such a comfort, so right to be able to hold her against him. If she’d allow it, he would spend hours cuddling her, but Alyson seemed to be one of those people who needed to be on the move all the time. She never sat totally still. Their little mate was always shifting, fidgeting with her fingers or her hair, or clasping her hands together. Now they had made love with her and showed her that she was safe, maybe she would begin to calm down.

After stepping into the bath, Chevy sat down with Alyson on his lap. She sighed and then moved her body, slowly awakening. Tarkyn and Rylan climbed into the tub and sat down on either side of him and their woman.

“Hey, baby. Welcome back.” Rylan smoothed her hair away from her face.

“Hmm.”

“How do you feel, honey?” Tarkyn ran a hand up and down her arm.

“Good.”

“Are you sore, darlin’?” Chevy turned her until she sat with her back to his front.

“Yeah, just a bit.” Alyson leaned her head back against his shoulder.

“Just relax and let us wash you, Aly.” Rylan picked up a cloth and poured some bath gel onto it before handing it over to Tarkyn.

Chevy relished having her in his arms while his brothers bathed her. When they were done, he handed her off to Rylan after he’d dried off.

Five minutes later, they were all dried and back in the bedroom. Alyson’s eyelids drooped, and Chevy knew sleep would claim her quickly, but his mind was back on what Jarrod had said in the hallway. It worried Chevy that there had been no progress on Virgil Minogue. Jarrod and his brothers were good at their jobs, but Virgil was well connected. If he slipped past the sheriff and his men, the pack might never see him coming.

Before Alyson lay down, Chevy touched her arm. “Alyson, Rylan and I spoke to Jarrod. He and his brothers haven’t given up yet, but they can’t find out anything helpful about Virgil Minogue.” With the mention of that name, Alyson lost her sleepy look. Chevy regretted putting her on alert, but if there was anything else to tell Jarrod, he didn’t want it to wait until morning. “Is there anything you can think of that we should know?”

“I’ve already told you everything I know. I don’t have any more information for you.”

“Have you contacted your old employer since you moved away from Phoenix?” Rylan asked.

“No. I was too scared to. The people working for him are computer savvy, and I didn’t want him to trace my calls or e-mails. I’m afraid he’ll follow up on his threat to shut the shelter down if I have any contact with them.”

“I’ll talk to Jarrod. It might be best if we let him get in touch with your previous employer. Did you buy a new cell phone when you moved?”

“No. Why would you ask me that?”

Chevy looked at Rylan and then over to Tarkyn. They both looked worried. He reached out and took her hand into his. “Darlin’, weren’t you aware that cell phones have GPS in them?”