Dreams of the Wolf [The Gray Pack 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Lori King

  Thomas broke the kiss, and stared down at her, “Little one, I want you, and I know Bry wants you, but it has to be your choice.”

  KJ looked to Bryson whose mouth hovered just millimeters from the peak of her nipple, watching and waiting for the go-ahead. They were giving her a chance to stop before it went too far. In that moment everything clicked in her brain, and even though she knew tomorrow she would feel regret over her lost freedom, she had to have the two of them.

  “Yes, I want you both.” She watched as the two men exchanged a glance, before nodding in silent agreement. As they simultaneously descended onto her aching body again, she let out a long moan of pleasure.

  Thomas ran his tongue over her collarbone, while Bryson moved lower to her belly, and his tongue dipped into the recess of her navel. A bolt of lightning shot through her stomach the moment he tugged the rest of the blankets away from her nudity, and the cool air of the room hit her heated skin. Bryson continued to lavish openmouthed kisses over her hips and abdomen, but avoided that secret spot, as he made his way down her thigh to her knee, and stroked the sensitive skin at the back.

  Moisture pooled between her swollen pussy lips, and her hips rocked of their own accord, as Thomas gripped both of her breasts and squeezed them together, running his tongue over the twin crests teasingly.

  “Please!” she whimpered, and clenched her eyes shut at the many sensations that were catapulting her closer to a level of intensity that she had never felt before.

  “Shh…not so fast, peaches, we have plenty of time for fireworks, let’s make this a slow buildup. Anticipation always makes it better,” Bryson said against her ankle, right before he kissed the arch of her foot, making her toes curl.

  She gasped, and her eyes shot open wide. “I wouldn’t know! I’ve never done this before!”

  Both men froze, and Bryson nearly dropped her foot from his grip. Thomas eased his hands away from her breasts and they stared at her in shock.

  “What did you say, little one?” Thomas asked quietly.

  KJ bit her lip and frowned suddenly feeling extremely vulnerable and exposed. Maybe she shouldn’t have told them. Now that they knew she was a virgin they would probably never finish what they started. Her body was aching for some sort of release, and if they refused to give it to her, she might just lose her mind.

  “Are you a virgin, peaches?” Bryson asked, his tone held a level of reverence that surprised her, and she nodded automatically.

  “Fuck,” Thomas said and she dragged her eyes up to meet his. Instead of being angry, or judgmental, he looked pleased and even hornier than before. “I don’t know how Bryson feels, but I’m honored that you would let me be part of your first time. I want you so much it’s killing me, so if we need to stop right now, just give me the word.”

  KJ gave him a small smile before turning back to Bryson who still stared at her, looking rather shell shocked. “Bryson, I’m sorry, I should have told you before—”

  He cut her off with a mind-numbing kiss, as he slid up between her thighs, pressing them wider with his hands. When they finally separated they were both panting, and Thomas was grinning at them. “That is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard, peaches.”

  “You guys aren’t pissed?” she asked looking between the two of them. The way Thomas was licking his full lips, and Bryson’s green eyes had darkened to nearly black made her shiver. “Well then get on with it! Show me what I’ve been waiting for, boys!”

  Their laughter was drowned out by her moans and soft growls, as Thomas kissed her senseless while pinching and pulling at her nipples, and Bryson started a slow descent back down her body to her dripping pussy. When he firmly put his hands on her inner thighs and forced them wide apart, she gasped and then squealed when his thumbs drew her puffy labia open to his view.

  “Pretty in pink aren’t you, peaches? You smell like candy,” Bryson said just before he flicked his tongue into her folds.

  She might have screamed, but she wasn’t sure, in her head she could only hear the racing of her heart, and the rush of blood in her ears. The moment Bryson’s tongue slid up to stroke over her tiny clit, she arched off of the bed. Thomas pressed her back down, and moved from kissing her lips, to sucking at her nipples again. He alternated between her breasts, pinching one, then nipping the other, all while Bryson licked at her cunt.

  A tsunami of sensation was building in her belly, and its center was between her quivering thighs. Bryson blew on her hot skin, and then chuckled when she growled at him. “That’s it, peaches, come for me. Let me taste your sweet juice.”

  It broke over her, blocking out the rest of his words, and everything else that might have happened around her. All she knew was that her body exploded in an orgasm unlike anything she had ever been able to accomplish with her own fingers. Her pussy muscles clenched and unclenched inside of her so hard that she could feel her abs tightening with the motion. When she managed to pry her eyelids open again, it was to find Bryson with his chin resting on her pubic bone and her cream all over his lips, while Thomas sat above them, grinning at them both.

  “Holy shit,” she whispered.

  “That was fucking incredible,” Thomas said, and she giggled.

  “You should have felt it from this end,” she said playfully, and Bryson slapped her thigh gently.

  “Oh we will, love. No doubt about that!”

  Bryson moved to tug his jeans off, exposing his thick, long erection to her curious gaze. For the first time since meeting him she let her eyes run over his form unabashedly. He was gorgeous, built of muscle and sinew, and rock hard from head to toe. Her fingers itched to run over every dip and curve, but more than anything she wanted to get her hand wrapped around the length of him.

  The two men moved without any conversation, switching spots so that Thomas was at the foot of the bed. He dropped to his knees and tugged her down until her butt rested on the edge of the mattress and her legs hung over his shoulders. Eyes level with her flooded cunt, he winked up at her. “My turn, little one. I’m going to stretch you a little before I take you, I don’t want to hurt you.”

  She nodded, and then looked for Bryson. He was lounging next to her, with his body curved slightly around her head. His cock was within reach now, and she didn’t hesitate to reach for him. “Whoa, getting brave now, peaches?”

  His taunt hit its mark because she narrowed her eyes at him, and tugged him closer. Just as she licked his tip, Thomas licked her pussy, and she jumped. “Easy! I don’t want to lose a chunk of me because Tommy-boy is playing with your girlie bits!”

  KJ started giggling, “Girlie bits?”

  “Really, Bry? You have to make her laugh now? I didn’t tell jokes while you were eating her pussy, did I?” Thomas said, his hot breath on her wetness making her shiver.

  “Sorry man, but I have to protect myself.”

  KJ licked at Bryson’s cockhead again. “I think I can handle it, but then again, I get lockjaw occasionally…”

  The look on Bryson’s face was priceless, and Thomas let out a loud laugh. “She’s kidding, Bry! Now, fuck her face!”

  KJ’s stomach clenched at Thomas’s dirty command. Did he realize how much his tone of voice turned her on? She wanted to do whatever would make him happy when he spoke like that, and she turned her attention back to the task at hand. Bryson’s pre-cum was salty, and slightly musky, but it wasn’t bad. She found herself going back to trace that little line around his head with her tongue. He seemed to be enjoying it, as he pressed his cock closer to her and threaded his fingers into her blonde hair.

  “Suck on it, peaches. Gently, now…”

  She took it into her mouth, carefully covering her teeth with her lips, and applied a little bit of suction. His growls of pleasure encouraged her to keep going, and she took it as far as possible, choking slightly when he pressed against her tonsils.

  “Don’t force it, love. Take what you can, but don’t push yourself. Just having you touch me is good enough for me. Fuck t
hat’s beautiful.” Bryson’s head was thrown back, and his hips rocked gently as he did in fact fuck her face. It was empowering to realize that she could bring this enormous man to his knees with her mouth alone.

  Thomas took that moment to slip his finger into her depths, and she gasped. The only fingers that had ever been inside of her were her own, and the feeling of being touched was more erotic than she could have fantasized.

  “You like that, little one? Your greedy pussy is sucking my finger in, maybe you need more than one?” He pushed another finger into her tight passage, and she felt her body clamp down on him as she groaned around the mouthful of cock she had. If his fingers felt this magnificent how was it going to feel to be full of his cock?

  Chapter 7

  Thomas couldn’t have pinpointed a more life changing moment, than the moment he rose to press his cockhead into KJ’s warm, wet pussy. Her mouth was stretched around Bryson’s cock, and her eyes were partially closed until her soft muscles began to stretch. He watched as her eyes widened, and she froze in her bobbing motion, her blue gaze darting to meet his. She released Bryson’s cock and held her breath. Their eyes met, and held, as he slowly and gently pressed into her. The moment he reached the barrier of her virginity, he stopped, and pulled back a little, pressing forward again firmly. Her face tensed, and she whimpered as he pushed through her hymen, and claimed what nature had intended to be his all along.

  Sinking all the way into her heat, he forced himself to stop and let her body adjust, fighting off the instinct to thrust into her roughly. She was too precious to use, and it meant more to him than he wanted to think about that she was allowing him to be her first. Watching her release Bryson’s dick to focus on him sent a flutter into his already warm heart, and he smiled down at her.

  “Slow and easy, little one. Tell me if I’m hurting you.” With that, he began moving in and out of her, holding on precariously to the thin thread of control that he had left. When her hips began to rock up into him, he groaned, and dropped his gaze down to watch his own cock sliding into her pink folds. The golden curls that capped her mound were covered in her own juices, and her pussy lips eagerly gripped his swollen erection as he fed it into her.

  He’d never experienced any sex that was more powerful than this. In fact, he wasn’t sure that he would ever again experience a moment like this. His body and soul felt wrapped around the woman in his arms, and he wanted only to bring her pleasure.

  “Thomas, please!” she whimpered, her fingers sliding up his arms to dig into his biceps, tugging him closer, and encouraging him to move faster. He picked up the pace, and when she began to pant and make sounds of approval in her throat, he pushed even deeper into her. When she tightened around him like a fist, he lost his hold on himself, and slammed into her, pouring cum deep into her womb, and dropping his chest to hers to take her mouth in a ravishing kiss. They were connected in more than just a physical sense. He could see the evidence of it in her pretty blue eyes when he broke their kiss and touched his forehead and nose to hers.

  “Thank you, little one,” he murmured to her, and she sighed heavily.

  Her eyes shimmered with tears, and she gave him a small stunned half smile. “I never knew…Is it always like this?”

  Thomas shook his head, and pulled away from her. “No. I’ve never felt anything so intense. If I wasn’t a believer in the mating lust before, I certainly am now.”

  He pressed one more kiss to her swollen lips, before meeting Bryson’s gaze. Bryson had watched the whole thing, and Thomas was surprised that he hadn’t minded. It had felt natural to have him there. There was no explanation for why he would be comfortable having sex in front of another man, but he wasn’t going to argue it. Stretching out alongside KJ, he brushed the hair out of her face, and waited quietly for Bryson to make his move.

  Bryson stared down at his mate. She looked well loved, and satisfied, at least until her blue eyes met his. Then somehow they sparked with lust again. He had to admit, for just a moment he was afraid that she would only want Thomas, and after he took her virginity that she wouldn’t want to make love again. His cock was pounding, and his balls were aching, as he waited for her to give him a sign. When she finally did, he sighed with relief.

  Stretching out on his back, he wrapped his arm around her waist, and tugged her over on top of him.

  “What are you doing, Bryson?” She giggled.

  “Well, peaches, it’s like this. I’m afraid that if I fuck you now, I won’t be able to keep myself from biting you. So instead, you’re going to fuck me. This way I can’t reach your throat, and I can’t lose control and claim you without you wanting me to,” he explained, as he cupped her ass, and lifted her up over his hard cock.

  “I–I–I’m not sure I can do this,” she said, her eyes darting up to his hesitantly.

  He gave her a reassuring grin. “If you can beg Tommy-boy to fuck you, then you can ride me like a cowgirl, peaches. Just do whatever feels good, trust me, I’ll love it.”

  She quirked her eyebrow at his reminder of her wanton behavior, but otherwise she did as instructed, and slid her glorious pussy down over his erection, engulfing him in the fire that was her cunt.

  Bryson heard a soft growl from her chest and watched the wonder on her beautiful face as she took in this new experience. Cupping her hips, he helped guide her in the rhythm, until she began thrusting her own body against his, and tossing her head back. Her long blonde hair was still damp from her shower, and it hung in ripples over her shoulders and back, flashing in the dim lighting of the motel room. He had never seen anything more beautiful, and his balls tightened.

  Her full breasts bounced with her every movement, and he traced the curve of her hips with his hands, running them over every inch of skin he could reach. Her calves were tight against his outer thighs, and her fingernails raked down his chest and arms as she tried to grip him. His heart was stuck in his throat while he watched her, and he felt his canine teeth sink into his bottom lip. The tang of his own blood was on his tongue when her cunt tightened on him, and she began trembling.

  Reaching up he pinched both of her nipples, arching his hips to meet her clit with his pubic bone. Her scream of pleasure shook him to the core, and he pumped his seed into her womb with a growl of his own. His wolf was howling with pleasure in his brain, and he bit his own lip trying desperately to maintain control. The need to claim her was so strong he wasn’t sure he would be able to hold back when she slumped down on his chest leaving her neck dangerously close to his mouth.

  Flipping their positions, he quickly pulled away from her, and walked on wobbly knees to the bathroom to clean up. His hands were shaking as he turned the cold water on in the shower. If that was vanilla sex with his mate, what was kinky sex going to be like? And how would he keep from hurting her when he finally did claim her? His mind was racing as emotions blasted him, and he gasped for air. The icy-cold water brought his raging temperature down, so that he could think without his cock for a moment.

  When he finally stepped out from under the water, he found Thomas standing in the doorway of the bathroom giving him a death glare.

  “What?”

  “What the fuck was that, man?” Thomas snapped at him, and Bryson frowned as he wrapped a towel around his waist.

  “Sex? Haven’t you had it before?” What was Thomas’s problem? It was good for all three of them, and KJ was probably passed out on the bed sound asleep, right?

  Thomas slammed his fist into Bryson’s jaw, sending him backward a step. “What the hell?”

  “You just rolled off of her and left her, you dumbass. She thinks she did something wrong! What were you thinking?”

  Bryson’s heart stopped in his chest, and his stomach dropped to his feet. Pushing past Thomas, he turned the corner into the room to find KJ, curled up in the fetal position under the blanket, sobbing into the pillow. “Oh my God, peaches! I’m so sorry! I didn’t—fuck—I mean—shit!”

  Wrapping his arms around her st
iff form, he forced her onto his lap, and buried his head into her neck, feeling like a complete asshole. “Stop, please, don’t cry. KJ, I had to get away, or I was going to lose control. You didn’t do anything wrong, baby! In fact you did it so well, that I was losing my grip and had to get space so that I didn’t latch onto your throat before you gave me permission!”

  Her sob caught in her throat, and she quieted in shock. Without even lifting her head she mumbled, “What?”

  “My wolf was there, peaches. He was at the surface, and if I didn’t get myself away from you, he was going to push me to claim you when you weren’t ready. I won’t force you like that. No matter what. I want it to be your choice always. I didn’t mean to hurt you! I was trying not to hurt you!”

  She pushed out of his lap, and stood there naked, with tearstains on her cheeks, and her fists on her hips. “You son of a bitch. I thought you were just being a jerk, and it turns out that you were trying to protect me? Why didn’t you just talk to me? Maybe I wanted you to claim me. Did you ever think about that, Rambo?”

  “Listen to yourself. You would have regretted it afterwards, and peaches, the last thing I want for us is for you to regret our mating. When you’re ready for it, all you have to do is give me the go-ahead, and I will gladly make that dream reality, but I will always do everything in my power to protect you. Even if it means protecting you from yourself.”

  KJ threw a glance over her shoulder at Thomas, but the fury and hurt seemed to have deflated from her with his words. “I can’t believe you wouldn’t just talk to me. A word or two excusing yourself might have been nice.”

  “You’re right. I’m a fucktard, but I’m a fucktard that’s trying to be a nice guy,” he said, running his hand through his blond hair in frustration.

  The corner of her mouth lifted in a half smile. “Well, as long as we both agree on what a fucktard you were…I guess I can forgive you, but you better not ever pull a stunt like that again. Got it?”