She watched the chest and ab muscles that flexed when he moved, deciding she’d take every inch of that dick, or come trying.
Pushing the head of his cock right up against her pussy, Adam stroked it along her pussy lips, all the way to her entrance and then back up again, using the mushroom head to spread her wetness. She arched upward, eager for him to take her. There was no embarrassment left in her, no hesitation. She needed him inside her, and lying there between them didn’t feel like fucking strangers. It felt oddly meant to be, strangely like making love.
The head of his cock breached her entrance, and she wrapped her arms around him, digging her fingers into his shoulder. She was beyond eager to feel the entire length of him inside her.
“Kiss me, Hope.” His voice was deep and husky, yet strained, as if he was on the very edge of the same release she knew was only moments away. “Give me your mouth.”
She opened for his kiss, and as his tongue began to explore her mouth, Adam slid slowly, inch by inch, into her body. Her pussy pulsed and squeezed greedily around him and she wrapped her legs around his body, flexing and rotating her hips, willing him to move inside her.
Adam broke their kiss and stroked his open mouth over her neck and shoulder. “Slow down. You feel incredible, but I want to make this last for you.”
“I need you to fuck me. Oh, God. Just fuck me.” Some part of her understood. Some part of her knew he was trying to take it slow and give her a long and thorough fucking, but it had been far too long for her, and his body felt so right. She couldn’t wait. All she wanted was to feel him hard and strong, stretching and pounding into her.
For every slow, deep thrust he gave, Hope met him with a fierce swivel of her hips. When he pulled back, she surged up and forward, and when he stilled, seeming to strive for control of himself, she bucked under him and bit at his neck, his nipple, his shoulder. Vaguely, she wondered what had gotten into her and why she was behaving like a wild animal in his arms, but that part of her seemed very far removed. When Adam gave a muffled oath and began to move faster inside her, she gave herself over to the feel of him and the wild woman within.
Adam’s thrusts came harder, and Hope dissolved into pure sensation under him. Every skin cell tingled where he touched her, and her pussy clenched and creamed with every stroke of his cock. Levi reached a hand between their bodies, using his thumb to rub her clit in a firm circle. Then there were the sounds. The slapping of flesh mingled with the heavy breathing and throaty growls. Levi kissed her neck and Adam nipped at her lips before maneuvering to take her nipple in his mouth.
“Oh, oh, oh! I’m gonna come!” The pleasure they gave her built in waves, moving to her center and outward again. She felt the explosion coming, knew it would be blistering and felt a second of fear that she would come apart when it hit. She ground her teeth and held onto Adam for dear life, wanting the moment to last forever but suddenly sure she couldn’t bear much more.
“Come for me.” Adam’s voice, deep and commanding, rumbled through her body and straight to her clit.
Levi chose that moment to pinch the inflamed bud, as he whispered in her ear, “Let it go, Hope.”
And let go she did. Her climax hit her at top speed and all she could do was give herself over to it, arching upward into the deep, powerful thrust that took her over the edge. Her throaty moan echoed through the room as she shattered under Adam and heard his harsh growl as he, too, found his release, spilling his seed into the condom.
As the aftershocks of her orgasm hit her again and again, Hope lay between the two men, feeling tired yet unbelievably alive. She hadn’t felt so good in years, maybe even ever. Brad had been…No. Just no. She stopped herself right there. She couldn’t think of Brad while she still had another man’s dick inside her, so she firmly pushed those thoughts away. Besides, it was only for one night. She didn’t have time to waste on thoughts of her ex-husband. She had to take it for all it was worth.
* * * *
Her smell drove Levi crazy. It had gripped him from the moment he’d spotted her, but now the scent of her arousal and completion was almost too much. Though he’d already come, he wanted her just as badly as he had before she’d sucked him off. And now that Adam had taken her, as was his right, he wanted nothing more than to take his turn at burying himself inside her slick cunt. He’d wanted to take her ass while Adam had fucked her pussy, but he knew it was too soon. She’d been skittish at first, and though she’d definitely heated up, he didn’t want to risk scaring her off.
Adam rolled to the side, taking Hope along so that she lay facing him. Levi rolled over to nuzzle the back of her neck, stroking the curve of her hip and pressing his almost painfully swollen cock up against her smooth, round buttocks. If she was too tired, he’d let her rest. He’d be in blue-ball hell, but he’d let her get some sleep and wait to take her in the morning.
“Tired?” He hated to ask, because asking meant risking an affirmative answer. But she was his mate, and her needs would always come first for him.
“I am.” Her sleepy voice was deeply sensual, and it made Levi’s cock twitch and jump against her. “But I’m not ready for this night to end.” She turned back toward him, and his heart skipped. His mate was giving herself to him for the first time.
Her smile was almost shy, and Levi wasted no time in reassuring her. “Now that we’ve found each other, it never has to.”
“I want you, Levi.”
“I know.” He could smell the continued arousal on her. It invaded his sensitive nose and took hold of his brain, the big one and the little one. “I want you, too.” Rolling over onto his back, he drew her with him. “Can you ride?”
* * * *
Could she? Damn straight, she could. The fire inside her, the overwhelming desire she’d felt when she’d first seen Adam with his wet clothes sticking to him, was still there. It had waned some each time she’d come, but then shot wildly back up. Was she turning into a raging nympho? She wasn’t certain, but she somehow felt sure she wouldn’t come completely down until Levi had taken her as well. Hmmm, that makes no sense. Still…she just knew.
Levi guided her into position, and she looked down at him as he pressed the swollen head of his cock against her pussy. His eyes practically burned her with their lust, and…what? She couldn’t identify it, but it caught her gaze and held her prisoner as he pushed his cock inside her, filling her in one sure thrust.
Gasping, Hope began to ride him, rising up until just the mushroom head remained inside her and then sitting fully back down until she’d sheathed him from base to tip. With each swivel of her hips, Levi gave a deep groan that only made the fire burn more brightly inside her. Their movements were slow at first, almost leisurely, but as Hope stared down into Levi’s eyes, she realized he’d been watching her face all along. She looked to her left to find Adam staring at her with clear adoration, a sight that filled her with wonder. He also had a full-on erection all over again. She’d never known men to be ready again so soon.
As she watched, Adam began stroking his cock, cupping his balls with one hand, squeezing his hand up the length of his shaft with the other, never taking his eyes off hers. “Look at how badly I want you, Hope. I already need to be inside you again.”
When she pulled her gaze away to look down at Levi again, his face was contorted with pleasure. He chose that moment to move his hands from her hips and squeeze her ass. “We’ll never get enough of your pussy, baby.”
It was so soon for Levi to call her that, and way too fast for them to look at her with such emotion in their eyes, but their words, their expressions, and Levi’s stiff dick inside her had her moving faster and faster on him, humping, bucking, gasping and moaning. He let her set the pace until, with another one of those wild growls, he reached up and threaded his hands in her hair, pulling her forward so that her breasts rubbed against his chest with each movement. Crushing his mouth against hers, he took control of her body, thrusting deep inside her again and again until the dam inside
her broke and she came again, her scream of release muffled against his lips.
He must have been waiting for her to come first. He tightened his grip on her ass and began thrusting faster and faster into her slick walls. Wanting to bring him the same release he’d given her, Hope sat up, and bracing her arms on his chest, rode him for all that she was worth until, with a long groan, he found his own release. Adam climbed behind her then, and with a deep oath that caused her pussy to clench and cream once more, he came, shooting his jism between her ass cheeks.
She collapsed on top of Levi, and Adam left the bed and then quickly returned with a warm cloth to clean her up. Normally, this would have embarrassed her, but there was nothing normal about that night.
As sleep came to claim her, with Levi stroking her back and Adam caressing her hair, she felt incredibly satisfied and happy to have satisfied her men.
Her men?
They certainly weren’t hers. She wondered where that had come from, but soon, even that thought slipped away as she fell asleep in Levi’s arms, a content smile curving her lips.
Chapter 4
Hope had never been much of a wild thing, so when she woke up surrounded by the heat of two huge men, her first thought was, Where the hell am I? And her second was, What the hell did I do?
Turning, she tried to slowly extricate herself from Adam. He had an arm around her, cradling her against his chest as if she belonged there. Levi spooned her, his hand possessively cupping her hip, and as she squirmed to get out of the bed, freezing every so often when their breathing changed or one of them shifted positions, the previous night came back to her in a rush. She’d fucked them both, and the thing that put the capper on that and had her scrambling from the bed was how much she remembered liking it.
“What the—?” Adam sat up, bleary-eyed, his voice thick with sleep. “What’s wrong?”
And, just her luck, Levi popped up barely a second later. “Hope? What is it, baby? Come back to bed.”
“Don’t. Don’t call me that.” She couldn’t stand to hear the endearment in the light of day. It made her remember how he’d called her “baby” last night when she’d let them, practically two strangers, fuck her, not once but multiple times.
“Don’t call you what?” Adam ran a hand through his hair and then bounded from the bed, suddenly seeming completely alert. He reached her before she could back away and wrapped his arms around her. “Why are you so tense? Tell us what’s wrong.”
Pushing against his chest, Hope tried to put some distance between their bodies. She was suddenly very aware of her own nudity, and everywhere his muscled form touched hers had begun to tingle. “Look, I just…I just need to go home, back to my sister’s. Go back to bed. I’ll let myself out.” She turned to go, but found her exit blocked by two strong arms.
Adam looked down at her. “Hold up a bit. We’ll make you breakfast and take you back to Sarah’s.” He stroked his hands up and down her back in a way that was probably supposed to be soothing. All it did was make Hope’s nipples hard and convince her that she really did need to get the hell out of there.
His gaze was too intense, and Hope couldn’t meet his eyes for long without feeling flushed. She made the mistake of looking over toward the bed, only to find Levi sitting on the edge, staring at her expectantly with an early-morning erection just waiting to be climbed. And she’d be damned if she didn’t want to climb it.
“Or,” Levi said, one eyebrow raised, “you can just come back to bed and we can feed you later.”
Her pussy quivered and twitched at the suggestion, and she shoved hard against Adam, thinking she had to make her escape before she went and did something stupid all over again. Fortunately, Adam didn’t try to cage her in again, but as she hurried down the hall toward the guestroom, they followed, hot on her heels.
“Hope, talk to us. What’s the big hurry?” That was Adam. She could already distinguish his voice from Levi’s, and that fact upset her even more. She had a feeling she wouldn’t soon forget them or her night as slut extraordinaire.
“What is it, ba—” Levi caught up to her just outside the guestroom and reached for her shoulder. His touch was gentle, but what he’d just been about to say set her off, and she turned to face him, suddenly not just embarrassed and upset. Suddenly angry, more at herself than anyone.
“I said, don’t call me ‘baby.’ That’s a term of endearment for someone you care about, someone you love, not someone you just met and had a one-night stand with. Not someone you shared with your brother.” Brad had used little pet names for her, and she’d loved that. The previous night she’d been driven by uncharacteristic lust and let his endearments wash over her, but this morning, it was too much.
“Call me by my name or nothing at all. Better yet, don’t call me.” She wrenched herself free and stalked into the guestroom, quickly shutting and locking the door behind her. She’d get dressed as quickly as possible and get out of their hair. Her anger was irrational. She knew that. They’d done absolutely nothing to hurt her, so she shouldn’t have snapped at them. But the anger helped her avoid her true feelings.
If she didn’t focus on being pissed at them, she’d have to admit to herself how sad and lonely it made her feel to hear them call her “baby,” and how much she wanted someone to call her that and really mean it. Above all, she didn’t want to give herself even a moment to think about how much she wanted to crawl back in bed with them. Men like them probably teamed up on women all the time and then moved right on to the next party girl. Wanting to feel their arms around her was only going to end with eventual rejection. She’d never be able to keep their interest.
Sighing deeply, Hope fought to control her emotions. She looked for her clothes on the bed, on the dresser, and then in the bathroom before she remembered. They’d washed her clothes last night. If she wanted to make a hasty retreat, she’d have to go back out there and ask for them. Maybe even say “please.” That’s when the hysterical laughter started. It was all so crazy and she was so stressed that all she could do was laugh. She’d always been given to laughing at the most inappropriate times. Some things, she guessed, just never changed.
* * * *
Adam frowned at Levi. “Shit. Hear that?” Hope was in the guestroom, letting gales of laughter fly, and suddenly Adam was very worried. He didn’t know why she’d flown from the bed like that, but maybe she was having some sort of delayed fit of shock after the attack last night.
“Hey, Hope? Are you okay in there?” Levi called out.
Levi asked the dumbest questions sometimes. “Obviously, she’s not okay.”
“Well, I had to ask. What else are we going to do? Keep waiting out here with our dicks in our hands?”
Adam turned the door knob, not surprised to find it locked. “Let’s break the door down.”
“Yeah. Great idea, dumbass. Break the door down and scare the shit out of her.”
“Got a better idea?” The look on Levi’s face said he definitely didn’t.
All Adam knew was that he was worried. That weird laughter had turned to silence, and for a moment, he wondered if their mate was insane. But no, that couldn’t be. Fate wouldn’t be that cruel.
Levi knocked on the door again, calling her name and asking if she was okay. Then, he pounded harder. Nothing.
Adam exchanged another look with his brother, and just like that, the decision was made up. He would kick the door in, and they would go find out what was wrong with their woman. He was just getting into position when the door suddenly opened. There Hope stood, wrapped in a sheet and looking none the worse for wear, except for her reddened eyes. She’d been crying.
Without hesitating, he pulled her into his arms and tipped her chin up. He got it now, or he thought he did. “Are you worried this was a one-night stand?” It surprised him that she’d cry over that, but if she felt the pull of their destined match, then yeah, that sort of thing would be devastating.
Hope glanced over at Levi and then down at the f
loor. Damn, he wished he could read her, but that would come later.
When she finally spoke, her voice trembled. “Not exactly. Sort of. No…” She gave a frustrated sigh. “I don’t know. There’s a lot going on in my head right now, and I don’t usually do things like this.”
Levi reached over to caress her cheek. “We just want to know what’s wrong and help you through whatever it is. Let’s go sit down and talk. We have some important things to tell you.”
Adam nodded, though he cringed inside. Sure, they’d have a calm, rational discussion in which they’d disclose that they were wolves, and she became hysterical all over again. He sighed, knowing there was no avoiding it. As hard as it would be for her to hear and believe, she had to know.
They should have told her before taking her, and it was his fault they hadn’t. It wouldn’t be fair to keep it from her any longer. He just hoped he was right and she wasn’t mentally fragile. If she was, what they had to tell her was definitely going to knock her for a loop.
* * * *
They’d coaxed her into the living room to discuss whatever it was they had to tell her. Hope had insisted on getting into her clothes first, but decided she’d better listen before she took off. Whatever it was seemed pretty heavy. Adam and Levi had wanted her to sit between them on the big, cushy sofa, but Hope had refused, picking one of the armchairs. If she didn’t like what they had to say, she wanted to be in position for a speedy getaway. Besides, sitting between them would only make her hormones go wacky again. Even sitting across the room from them, it was hard to keep her mind off sex.
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