Melindas Wolves (7 page)

She squeezed Trace’s hand, tugging it against her, needing the pressure.

In turn, he let his thumb stroke the underside of her breast, subtly, but enough to make her arousal spike to new levels.

The world dimmed around her, disappearing as if there were nothing in the universe but the three of them and they had conquered the Earth.

Keegan flattened his hand, spreading his fingers so wide he could easily reach from her breasts to her pussy if Trace’s forearm weren’t in the way. He delicately skimmed her belly. The thin material of her dress did nothing to protect her.

The dress was suffocating. It seemed too tight. Her chest had swelled, making her feel as though she were bulging out of the front. “I feel weak,” she blurted.

“How so?” Trace asked.

“In the sense that I can’t control my reactions to you. It’s unnerving the power you hold over me.”

“It’s normal, hon.” Keegan pressed against her belly.

She suddenly thought she would explode out of her skin and sat upright, pushing their hands away. “Unzip me. If I don’t get this dress off…”

No one moved.

“Baby? Are you sure?”

She twisted her neck to look at Trace. “Don’t make this harder. Just do it.”

He hesitated, but finally smoothed his hand up her back, reached for the zipper, and lowered it slowly all the way to her butt.

The bodice fell forward, freeing her from the confines. And before she lost her resolve, she lifted her ass, pulled the skirt from under her and slipped the dress over her head. She tossed it in the direction of the previously discarded blanket.

Both men hesitated, their heads behind her as she closed her eyes and willed herself to lie back down. A hand landed on each of her arms and eased her onto her back.

She lay as still as possible, not opening her eyes, not wanting to see their gazes on her naked chest.

Fingers from both sides stroked up and down her biceps, knuckles grazing the sides of her breasts with each pass. Her nipples had never felt so puckered. She’d never thought of them as being so sensitive. Now, she would give anything in the world for them to touch the tips without her asking.

“Open your eyes, baby.” Trace’s voice was deeper, firm.

She unwillingly let them flutter open to find him gazing at her face, his expression serious.

“You’re so unbelievably gorgeous, Melinda.”

Keegan trailed his fingers to her belly again and splayed his hand there.

If someone would just touch her nipples…

She lifted her chest slightly, her arms trapped at her sides.

“What are you thinking, baby?” Trace asked. “Tell us.”

She swallowed. “I’m thinking I wish you’d just do what you normally do and stop tiptoeing around me. Don’t make me ask. It’s embarrassing.”

Trace grinned. “Absolutely nothing with you is ever going to be like anything we’ve ever done before. There’s no normal here. This is all new. And neither of us wants to push you. We would never do anything to damage this relationship. An hour ago you were beside yourself with concern.”

“That was an hour ago. Now I’m horny, and I need…whatever. Don’t make me say it. Please. I just can’t. It would be so much easier if I thought you would both take charge.”

Keegan chuckled. “We can do that. If it’s what you want. If it will ease your stress. I know you’re going to be shy about your needs at first. And that’s okay for now. You’ll get more verbal in time.”

She didn’t see that happening. But whatever.

Keegan leaned back a few inches and pulled her arm from her side, lifting it over her head. “How about we get your arms out of the way and make your body hum.

You’ll feel so much better after an orgasm.”

She bit the inside of her cheek, feeling the flush race over her face as Trace lifted her other arm. Both men held her wrists gently.

And then all bets were off. Hands cupped her breasts, making her buck into their touch. A moan flew out of her mouth uninvited.

When they each strummed over her nipples, she drew her knees up.

Oh. My. God
.

She was on fire. Nothing existed but their hands and her burning need.

Nothing.

It didn’t matter. She didn’t care about anything but reaching her peak.

And she was so close even before they started.

Her nipples stiffened further. When they pinched gently, she moaned.

Her pussy flooded with moisture, her clit throbbing. She squirmed against her panties, wishing they would disappear.

Her mates kicked the comforter away and released her breasts to run their fingers down to her thighs. In tandem, they lowered her panties until she was completely bare to them.

Each man tugged a knee, pulling her legs apart.

“Open for us, baby.” Trace’s voice was so husky, she almost couldn’t recognize it.

Her exposure was so thorough. No man had ever seen her naked. Now she had two, surrounding her, stroking her everywhere at once.

“So fucking sexy,” Keegan muttered. He reached up her thigh, inching toward her center.

She squirmed, needing more, needing everything. He moved too slowly.

Trace’s hand flattened on her belly. “So wiggly,” he whispered. “You’re going to be a wildcat when you’re unleashed.”

Unleashed? What the hell was he talking about?

Her chest rose and fell in exaggerated movements.

When Keegan stroked a finger between her folds, she yanked her knees together, gripping his wrist. “Oh God.”

Both men pried her open and each wrapped his top leg over hers.

She panted. She was going to explode.

Keegan gathered her wetness again and spread it up to her clit. The second he touched the bundle of nerves, she thrust upward, cut short by the legs and arms holding her down.

“You okay, baby?” Trace asked.

“Oh God. Please. I need…”

“I know, baby.” He lowered his face and took her mouth.

Instantly she opened for him, her tongue reaching out to taste him. She moaned into his depths as they dueled with each other. As he deepened the kiss, turning his head to a better angle, Keegan thrust a finger into her pussy.

She screamed, her noise swallowed by Trace.

He consumed her, feasting on her mouth as though starving.

Keegan eased his finger out and trailed it back to her clit to flick over the tip.

Her sanity fled. She couldn’t return the kiss properly. Her mouth went slack as all her brain cells fired messages to her pussy.

Trace nibbled her lips and then across her cheek to her ear. “Jesus, you’re a fireball.

I’m gonna come in my shorts.”

Her blood pumped harder. She struggled to free her arms trapped over her head, glad for the firm grasp that didn’t let her win. She needed this. She needed them to push her over the edge without her will being involved. She needed it as badly as she needed her next breath.

“Please.” She attempted to buck her hips again, brought up short while Keegan pinched her clit.

Her mouth fell open, her head tipping back.

So close.

And then he thrust his finger back into her and fucked her with that one digit.

Nothing in her life had ever felt this good. His finger provided a totally different sensation than any vibrator under her control ever did. The unknown. The fact that he could pull it out and thrust it back in at any moment. Completely consumed, she wanted more.

He gave her more, flattening his hand against her so that every time his finger reached as far as possible, his palm landed on her clit.

She felt the quickening deep inside.

“So damn tight,” he muttered.

And then Trace eased his hand from her belly until it ran into Keegan’s. When his thumb landed on her clit and pressed, she shattered. Her pussy pulsed, her clit throbbed. Her entire body seemed to float away from her physical form as the orgasm destroyed her forever.

Keegan watched as his woman came completely undone before his eyes.

Nothing could have prepared him for the humbling experience of bringing her to such a height with his fingers. And he would cherish this night for life.

So exposed, she tipped her head back, her neck extending. Her mouth hung open.

And the noise she made as she came around his finger was priceless.

She was loud.

She was wiggly.

She was indeed a fireball waiting to explode.

And she was his. For the rest of his life, he and Trace would make her hum. No matter how long it took to fully claim her, it would be worth it.

Every move she made chipped away another piece of his heart.

He was putty in her hands. Her sweet, tiny, dainty hands. The ones he and Trace held over her head. Or perhaps it would be more appropriate to say she held on to
them
.

Her nails dug into the back of his hands where she gripped him so hard it almost hurt.

She breathed heavily as she slowly relaxed her body into the bed. Her eyes remained closed for long minutes while he and Trace stroked her skin lightly, everywhere they could reach. Up and down her thighs, across her gorgeous breasts, her belly, her neck, her face.

He wanted to capture this moment forever.

Pure bliss.

Finally, her eyes fluttered open, her cheeks pinkening.

He smiled down at her. “There are no words. Thank you for letting us experience that, honey.”

She furrowed her brow, licking her lips. “Thank me? Thank
you
. That was…”

Trace leaned forward to kiss her forehead. “Beautiful.”

“Unbelievable,” she added. And then she bit her lip again, her shy side seeping back in. “You, um…”

“We’re fine,” Keegan finished. “We’ll live. We want what’s best for you.”

He was nowhere near fine. And he knew Trace couldn’t be either. His cock ached like never before. And he would have to take care of it sooner or later if he didn’t want blue balls.

But he would never tell her that.

She wasn’t ready. Hell, she was so fucking tight, it would take effort to get into her pussy, let alone her ass.

He almost groaned.

She squirmed, tugging her arms free. “I’ve had orgasms before,” she admitted.

“Lots of them. I’m good with a vibrator. But nothing has ever compared to that.”

Trace grinned. “Oh, baby, there’s so much more than that. It’s going to be amazing watching you blossom beneath us.”

She glanced down and then giggled and crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m so naked.”

Keegan chuckled. “It happens when you have sex. So much easier.”

“Except no one had sex,” she added.

“You did, hon.” Keegan closed the gap and took her lips. He needed to taste her.

Heaven. She opened readily for him, letting him inside her mouth, her tongue instantly tangling with his in a slow dance while he explored every inch of her mouth.

When he released her lips, they both heaved for oxygen.

She pushed him off her and wiggled her sweet ass back until she managed to sit up.

Her breasts were fantastic. Pert and small with pink tips that begged him to suckle them.

Instead he met her gaze.

She hedged for a second and then spoke. “I need to see you both…naked.” She twisted her head to face Trace as she finished, reaching to run her fingers down his cheek.

Trace set a hand on her thigh and inched it upward. “Hmmm” was all he said.

Keegan knew what Trace was thinking. That was going to be difficult. “Hon, that’s not wise.”

She lifted her brows. “Wise? It’s only fair. We can make it wise.”

Trace groaned. “Baby, we’re hanging on by a thread. It’s precarious at best. I really don’t want to come in my own hand in front of you.”

“Good. Because you said I was a fireball. You just awakened me. I need more. I’m not saying I can let both of you claim me together yet, but I need you inside me. I want to know what it feels like. I’m burning up.”

Keegan gulped at her words. He paused about a half a second and then eased from the bed and shrugged off his shorts and underwear. He immediately grabbed his cock at the base and squeezed. He was so damn close, he could shoot off just looking at his mate. And unlike Trace, he didn’t really care how he came, as long as he did. And soon.

Trace didn’t bother to get up. He lifted his ass and shrugged his clothes off without standing. His cock bobbed in the air as Melinda’s gaze jerked from Keegan’s dick to Trace’s.

Her eyes were wide. Her mouth open.

Yep. She was stunned.

Nevertheless, she leaned over Trace and ran a finger down his length.

Keegan almost groaned watching her. He gently stroked his hand up and down his length, gritting his teeth.

Trace, however, did moan. He fisted the sheet on both sides of his body as she explored him further, leaning closer, delicately touching his cock as though it were fragile.

“You can grab it, baby,” Trace muttered. “It’s sturdy.”

“Mmm. I’m pretty educated. Just exploring.” She scooted to her knees and wrapped her small hand around his length.

“Holy Mother of God,” Trace breathed. His hips rose off the bed. And then he grabbed her wrist and removed her hand. “Yeah, I thought I could tolerate your touch, but I lied.”

Keegan climbed back onto the bed then and kneeled behind Melinda. He inched right up to her back and set his hands on her hips. His cock nestled against her ass. He let one hand slide around to her belly and down between her legs. She was still wet, or wet again. He eased his fingers between her folds, tucking her quickly up against him with his other hand when she swayed.

Keegan lifted his gaze over her head to look at Trace. “You’ll need to stretch her first. She’s so damn tight.”

Trace nodded.

Keegan pulled her with him as he spun them both around, sat at the head of the bed, and leaned back. He spread his legs and sat her between them, his cock plastered against her lower back. “Lift your legs over mine, honey.”

Melinda’s breaths came faster. She gripped his arms around her waist and spread her knees a few inches.

Trace crawled between Keegan’s legs and gently maneuvered Melinda’s ankles apart, spreading her wider than before.

She gasped, her fingers tightening on Keegan’s arms once again. Her head rolled back on his shoulder.