Rebecca's Wolves (Wolf Masters Book 6) (11 page)

And the scent was distracting.

She had no idea why, but she borrowed his razor and shaved. This also took forever because her hands wouldn’t stop shaking, and she didn’t want to cut herself.

When she finally emerged from the steamy shower, she felt almost human. Comical since she was the only human in the house. More questions without answers.

Everything in Miles’ bathroom seemed like normal human paraphernalia. Did wolf shifters spend most of their time behaving like normal humans? Did she know other shifters and not realize it? Hell, were humans outnumbered?

Wrapped in the huge towel, she grabbed a comb from the counter and worked through her long hair. It would have to dry naturally, leaving her with a mess of curls hanging down her back to her butt.

Finally, she eased the door to the bathroom open. No one was in the bedroom. It was far tidier than when she’d come through it the first time, making her giggle. Even the bed was made. Did he think she was going to sleep in that bed? A shiver raced down her spine again. Sleep wasn’t what he probably had in mind. And thinking any further down that line would drive her insane, so she ignored the thought and went in search of something to wear.

There was no way she was going to put on anything she’d worn into the bathroom. She opened two drawers before she found T-shirts. She snagged the top one and tugged it over her head before losing the towel, which she draped over a chair.

She pulled her hair out of the neckline and glanced down. At least the shirt was long enough to cover her ass and provide her with some modesty. Hell, she’d seen both men naked. Who cared if her legs stuck out?

She took a deep breath and padded from the room.

The first thing she noticed was the smell of bacon. Her stomach growled.

Miles was leaning over the stove, laughing at something Griffen must have said. How close of friends were they?

They both stopped talking immediately as she entered the kitchen and turned to face her. Two sets of wide eyes scanned her from head to toe and back up. Both men were staggeringly sexy in nothing but a pair of low-hung jeans each. No shirts. Not even socks. Just yards of perfect muscular male chests. Both men had showered, and their hair was still damp.

Miles swallowed. “Turn around.”

She took a step back.
What?

“Turn around, love.” His voice was gentler as he wiped his hands on a towel and turned off the burner. Wet curls hung to his shoulders. She stared at him for a moment, an urge to run her hands through his hair consuming her.

Finally, she did as he requested, angling so she faced the wall.

“God, almighty, a man could get lost in that hair.”

Ah, it was the hair he wanted to see.
Of course. Duh
.

She felt Griffen’s presence as he stepped closer, and then he reached out a hand and picked up a handful of curls. He lifted it to his nose and inhaled. Then he chuckled. “She smells like you now, asshole.”

Rebecca turned around, tugging her hair free of his clutches. “I didn’t exactly have a toiletry bag on me.”

Griffen ignored her and shuffled closer. He pulled her into his embrace. “Fuck breakfast.”

She leaned back, but the damage was done. Her nipples hardened the instant they hit his bare chest, only the thin cotton between her and heaven.

“Stop it, you two,” Miles admonished. He grabbed Griffen’s arm and jerked. “Sit down. Hands to yourself. Food.”

Rebecca couldn’t breathe in this kitchen when Griffen released her to pull out a chair at the head of the table. “Baby?”

She forced her legs forward, aware of every nuance in her body. Her thighs brushed against each other. Her pussy was soaked. As she sat in the chair and he pushed her to the table, she squeezed her legs together, her bare butt hitting the hard wood.

She tried to lean forward enough to keep the T-shirt from hugging her breasts. Suddenly, the idea of walking out into the kitchen wearing nothing but a plain white tee seemed a bad idea. To distract herself, she turned to Griffen. “How’s your leg?”

He wore jeans, so it couldn’t be too bad. She was surprised he’d want the denim touching the wound.

“It’s much better. I can hardly notice it now. Don’t worry.”

Miles dished up plates of food and set them on the table while Griffen took the seat to one side of her. Miles took the other side. “Eat first. None of us has eaten for a long time. I can’t imagine when we’re going to eat again. So, no one speaks. Just eat.”

His commandment was so peculiar, and hidden in there was the implication this day was about to get weirder.

Rebecca grabbed her fork and heeded his advice. He didn’t seem like a man to mince words, and there was no doubt she was starving. Everything smelled delicious. There was enough food for ten of them.

Or so she thought. As soon as they all started shoveling eggs, bacon, pancakes, and hash browns, she realized the two men flanking her had appetites to match their statures. She did her part too, and it didn’t take long before she sat back and took a deep breath. She downed the rest of her orange juice, relishing the taste of the tangy sweetness going down her throat.

Miles stood and grabbed several plates to clear the table. He dropped them unceremoniously in the sink with a clatter behind her and repeated the action. When he returned to sit in his seat, the table clear, he took a deep breath. “I’m sure you have a shit ton of questions, and we’ll answer all of them. It may take a while, but I swear we’ll get there.”

“Okay.”

Griffen reached across the wood surface of the table and took her hand. “You get that we’re wolf shifters.”

“Got that.”

“We have some unique attributes.”

“Figured that too.” She tried to smile, but didn’t quite make it.

Miles took her other hand and danced his fingers up her forearm. “Lord, this is complicated.”

Rebecca glanced down at the table where they both held her. How was this reasonable?

She understood they were both attracted to her. That was clear. But why weren’t they at each other, fighting for her affections? And then there was the next question—who would she choose? She’d ignored that niggling thought for longer than she should have.

It seemed like a contest had been going on for the last twelve hours that included both men exposing themselves and tempting her with their lips and teasing her with their touch. Did it all come down to this?

She broke the silence. “Are you about to tell me to choose between you two?” She glanced back and forth at them.

Both faces looked stunned, eyes wide, mouths open.

Miles spoke first. “No. Hell, no.” He shook his head.

She furrowed her brow. “You planning to flip a coin? Because this is about the strangest situation I’ve ever been in.” She pointedly ducked her chin to indicate where they both held her. Maybe they planned to start pulling and each take a half.

“Baby, it doesn’t work that way.” Griffen leaned in closer.

“Miles said that earlier. How, exactly, does it work?”

Miles stood so suddenly, his chair scraped across the hardwood floor and then fell over backward.

Before she knew what was happening, he pulled her chair out too, lifted her by the waist, and spun her around to set her on her ass on the edge of the table.

He took the seat she’d been in while Griffen scooted his around so they both faced her. Now they each held a leg.

“Guys…”

Griffen eased his hand up her shin, over her knee, and onto her thigh. “You don’t choose.”

His hand distracted her, making it difficult to think.

Miles ran his hand up her other leg. “There’ll be no choosing.”

Her head was spinning. She set her hands on the table on both sides to brace herself.

They each stroked a thigh, trailing higher every moment, pulling her legs apart as they inched upward.

Holy shit. Her ass was naked against the table, and now her pussy, soaking wet, was about to be exposed. She groaned as her legs shook with need. Some strange pull made her unable to stop this madness.

She wanted them. Both of them.

There. She admitted it. At least to herself.

If they both wanted to play, who was she to stop them?

“You belong to both of us, baby,” Griffen muttered.

Both
…

Wait. Belong?

“What does that mean?” she moaned.

“You’re our mate, love. It’s unusual, but it happens.”

“What’s unusual?” His words swam inside her head, but they didn’t connect. Their distracting fingers drove her mad.

“For two wolves to mate with one woman,” Griffen clarified.

“Mate?” That word kept circulating. She tried to focus on their faces.

“Mate. Claim.” Miles shrugged. “Semantics. We both have to sleep with you to complete the process.”

“What process?” She sat upright and grabbed both their hands on her legs to halt their progress toward her pussy. This sounded important.

They took pity on her and eased back to about her knees. Her legs were stretched open too far, but at least one or two brain cells functioned.

Miles squeezed her knee. “When a wolf finds his mate, he just knows. It’s for life. We mate for life,” he clarified. “You might have sensed it when you met Griffen yesterday.”

She shook her head.
Liar
.

“When two wolves are mates, it’s easy. They both know it. They deal with it. It’s awkward when a wolf finds he is destined to a human. So many things to explain,” Griffen added.

“You should probably start that explaining then.” She squeezed her pussy, gripping at nothing. There was no denying her body was screaming at her to let them fuck her senseless, but she needed to grasp onto a thread of reality and listen to these two men at her knees.

“If it had just been the two of us, it would have been simpler. Marginally. But then Miles showed up, and… Well… It was clear immediately he was fated to claim you also.”

“What do you mean when you say
claim
? Are you talking about sex?”

Miles grinned. “Yes, but so much more. It’s permanent, love.”

“What’s permanent?” She felt stupid and a bit like a parrot.

“Once we both make love to you, the bond will be in place. Nothing can separate us,” Miles clarified.

“Ever?”

“Correct.” Griffen met her gaze. “It’s forever, baby.”

“Like a marriage.”

Miles shook his head. “Marriages are a dime a dozen. A mating between wolves and their partners, however many that is, cannot be broken.”

“How on earth can you say that? What keeps one party from walking away from your weird ritual?”

Griffen exhaled slowly. “You can’t because you won’t want to.”

“Uh-huh,” she uttered, not following the logic at all. “Okay, so you’re saying you both want to sleep with me. It’s fated. And afterward, I’ll be so overwhelmed by your sexual prowess I won’t ever want to consider being with another man as long as I live.”

Miles chuckled. “That’s a strange way to put it, but yes.”

“Cocky much?”

“Very.” Miles leaned down and kissed her thigh, his mouth hovering too long, sending goose bumps down her leg.

“And if I do this thing—”

Griffen interrupted. “Baby, it’s not really an ‘if’, but more of a ‘when.’”

She cleared her throat. “Fine.
When
I let you both fuck me, you’re saying I can’t leave afterward?”

“Oh, love, you
can
. You won’t want to.” Miles inched closer.

She held up a hand to stop him. “Stay back. You’re distracting me. I can’t think.”

He obediently retreated about an inch. She got the feeling that wasn’t his norm. The man was generally short on words and long on commands.

“We can hash this out all day, love, but it will be so much easier to relax and explain things better after we take you. We’re all three so on edge, it’s becoming difficult to ignore.”

The worst part was he was right. She wanted someone to fuck her so badly she didn’t really care what the repercussions were. She was drawn to the two of them with an inexplicable force she couldn’t deny. All-consuming lust. She didn’t care who went first or even that they had some warped sense that afterward she wouldn’t want to leave them.

She knew better. She had to work on Tuesday. Even if she stayed at Miles’ house for the night, she still needed to go home tomorrow, find her bearings, and get herself back together.

Did she really care about all this mating and claiming mumbo jumbo?

She knew for certain someone needed to take off their jeans and press into her before she imploded. That was the most pressing issue. And so very unlike her. She’d never in her life felt this level of need. Not with any man. Granted, it had been a long time since she’d enjoyed the carnal side of life, but this was over the top, even after a few years of abstinence.

“Baby, you okay?” Griffen dragged her out of herself.

She blew out a breath. “Okay. What I know for a fact is I’m horny as hell, and I’m attracted to both of you.”

“That’s normal. It’s what causes mates to consummate the claiming. We are both harder than imaginable also.” Griffen grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips.

“Who goes first?” she blurted before she could stop herself.

“Nobody goes first, love,” Miles said. “We have to take you at the same time.”

“There’s only one…” Her eyes flew open when she realized the implication.

“There are two holes, love. And we’ll be very careful with you.” Miles stood. He reached for her hand. “Let’s move to the bedroom. I’m not claiming you on the kitchen table.”

Griffen lifted her off and set her on the ground. Her legs were weak, her knees threatening to buckle. With an arm around her waist, he ushered her down the hall to Miles’ room. Before she knew it, the comforter had been dragged off the bed, and Griffen again lifted her to set her on the mattress.

She stared at them as they slowly removed their jeans.

“Take off the T-shirt, love,” Miles said. His voice was lower than usual.

This was it. She needed to decide. Do or die.

What did she have to lose? Who got this sort of opportunity in their life? Two gorgeous sexy men wanted to have a three-way with her. She’d heard of men wanting to do two women, but who gets an offer to be fucked by two men? The concept made her pussy pulse. Her nipples rubbed against the cotton shirt, begging for attention.