His hand followed the slope of her cheek to rest against her neck. “I knew you’d want Danny protected, so I stayed.”
The bottom fell out from her heart, breaking her chest open to expose messy emotions she’d kept bottled up for so long. Here was a wolf protecting a boy that wasn’t pack, while his own blood was using threats of harm for selfish purposes.
There was no thought in her next actions. She had been looking into those earth brown eyes, hearing him vow to protect her son in that rusty voice that always walked the edge of discordant, and she was in his arms, pulling herself up and his head down, meeting his mouth with her own.
If he was surprised it didn’t come through in his actions. His lips were hard on hers, forcing her open to him, his tongue sweeping her mouth, acquainting itself with her taste and texture.
Brick crushed her to him, his body overwhelming her smaller one, the flat planes of his chest tight against her breasts, one arm across her back while the other cradled her under her ass. He was hard and holding her tight and yet, she wasn’t crowded or trapped. She was safe and surrounded, and so so warm.
His tongue tangled with hers, bringing it into his mouth so he could play with it more, and as she retreated he followed, now his teeth coming into play, small nips at her mouth before he dove back in.
She wasn’t sure what alerted her, but something travelled over the edge of her senses and she broke apart from Brick and looked over to see House staring at them from only a few feet away.
House’s expression was confusing. She would have thought he would be hurt or upset at the sight of her with someone else. Instead, his eyes were wide and hopeful and hungry.
She was still in Brick’s arms. He hadn’t loosened his grip, and on his face was a near identical look to House’s.
If House was here, that meant she and Danny were safe. For tonight, that was enough. She was done thinking, done fighting, done with all the other expectations and weights on her.
Tonight, she was flinging them to the side. Good or bad, tonight was about forgetting responsibilities and worries and what her choices would mean for the future.
Tonight was about sensation.
Tonight, she was going to indulge.
Putting her lips to Brick’s ear, keeping her gaze locked with House, she said, “Take me to your house.”
Chapter Three
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IT SHOULDN’T HAVE been this easy. There should have been nerves, or second thoughts. Something to push pause on going forward.
Instead she tucked Danny in like any other night she headed to work. The ride to their home had the undercurrent of knowledge of future happenings, but overall they spoke as they always did. She was just as comfortable with them now as she had been any other night, and maybe that fact revealed more than she wanted to think on right now.
Then the front door closed behind them, cocooning them together, and now everything changed.
House charged her, pulling her to him. “My turn,” he whispered, voice low and rough, his accent now pure sex and panty-scorching hot. His mouth was softer than Brick’s, lips fuller, but he dominated her the same way the other wolf did, taking charge from the start.
Fingers threaded through her hair, tilting her head so his tongue could plunder her mouth. Other hands, stripping off her jacket, roaming over her body, those fingers closing over her nipples underneath the thin shirt, making her moan into the mouth on hers.
“Let us take care of you,” came Brick’s voice from far away as the hands continued working on her, clothing disappearing and her only noticing as the occasional whisper of air ghosted across her skin.
They were in a bedroom, and House pulled away to look down her body, and only now did it hit her that she was down to her underwear. It was plain white cotton, nothing to indicate she expected anything like this to happen, but the look in House’s eyes had her feeling sexier than any model in an ad.
Now, four hands roaming over her body, calloused fingertips and rough skin dragging from her breathy sighs and low moans. Those large hands, able to rip a car apart, able to rip a man apart, but on her they had one purpose – to induce pleasure. To get her ready and wet and primed for these wolves.
Light strokes now moved up to her face, brushing over her forehead, over her cheekbones and down her nose, tracing her mouth, and Mel opened her eyes to see House staring down at her, awe mixed with the hunger in his eyes. His eyes met hers, and with a gentleness he hadn’t shown before, he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. Her mouth opened under him, letting this gentle invasion in.
He slid his tongue into that wet warmth, groaning as her tongue met his, and low against her belly his cock surged forth, hardening against her, making her a promise of where this was heading. That proof of his desire had her moaning and pushing against him, and House was no longer gentle.
As she broke from House, the nuzzle against her neck had her tilting her head to allow Brick unfettered access, the wolf behind her growling and nipping at her. “God, you smell good,” he said, following up the words with his own cock pushing against her, against her ass where only the thin fabric of her panties and the rough denim of his jeans separated them from each other.
She giggled, the sound strained and breathy. “It’s the same perfume I always wear.”
“You always smell good, and it’s not the perfume.”
At his words and the heavy, throaty way he said them, a dusting of pink went from her cheeks down her throat to the tops of her breasts, a dusting that had House following the trail with his hands. “I can’t wait to eat you,” he growled, leaning down to lick one nipple through the cotton of her bra.
Her groan spurred him on, and his mouth was traveling over her, his tongue edging under the cloth of her bra. It was a warm, wet trail that had her skin pebbling in its wake, had her breathing hard. “Something tells me you like that, Mel.”
“Keep doing that.”
“Hmm, should I?” But before she could threaten him he repeated the sequence. Multiple times, until she was lost in sensation and her hands moved to the hooks at the back of her bra.
“No,” House said, stopping her. “That’s for Brick.”
Brick’s large hands seemed to span the entire expanse of her back, but his fingers were deft as he released the hooks, letting the fabric fall away.
For just a moment, her bra caught on her nipples, resisting being cast away. Then House gave a small pull, and she was bare in front of him.
He ran a finger down the slope of her breast, thumbing over her tight nipple, then used both hands to cup her breasts and lift them so he could go back to sucking them, this time without any fabric in the way.
Brick’s face was buried in her hair, his fingers now at her waist, flexing and digging into the flesh. His breathing was hard in her ear. “So fuckin’ gorgeous.”
Mel brought her arms up to thread her fingers through Brick’s hair, while House kept working on her breasts, scraping teeth over the exposed flesh until it was almost at the point of pain before laying off and going back to licking.
Brick tilted her head to the side and took her mouth, kissing her deep, his tongue sliding along hers. Between his mastery of her mouth and House’s assault along her neck and breasts and stomach, ghosting down in a quick tease before moving up again, Mel was losing her mind.
Her mouth was freed, and in the fuzzy recesses of her mind she registered being picked up and placed on a bed, hands at her hips, pushing down her underwear as her mouth and body were covered by warm mouths and large hands.
“Look at you. Those legs are a mile long, and nothing in heaven or hell is going to stop me from getting my mouth between them.”
“Please, please.” She wanted that more than her next breath, House’s mouth on her, and then Brick’s mouth on her, each of them in turn, working her body to the pinnacle, then letting her come down before the next one began.
House ran his hands up her calves to the softness of her thighs, reaching u
p and up until his thumbs brushed over the patch of hair between her legs. He leaned down and nuzzled her, using chin and hands to coax her into spreading before him.
Brick’s thumb ran over her bottom lip, and she nipped at it even as House buried his head between her legs without any slow build. He was fast and wild, and her body was wet and ready for it. Her hips bucked and rolled, moving without thought, and Brick’s breathing was harsh, his eyes black as they kept darting up and down her body.
House pulled away, now flicking his tongue over her clit, leaving her body to shake under the ministrations. Arousal flooded through her, and he pressed closer, his tongue reaching deep to drink from her.
She was gasping, broken sounds with no words, only keening cries of need. Her body was trembling, her skin moistening, her body pushing blindly forward for relief. He was going to be the man who gave that to her. House pushed two fingers into her, rough and sure and possessive.
Her back arched, her scream echoing through the room and shivers racked her frame as her thighs tightened around his head.
Everything went white. As she came to, the first realization was the aftershocks through her body, little pulses of movement as his tongue continued to work her, while his fingers remained within her, pressing against her g-spot with enough force that though she just came, she was still on edge and ready for something.
House gave one last lick before he backed off and rose before her, a pagan god in the flesh.
Then Brick’s hands traveled over her shoulders, skimming over her breasts, traveling down her stomach, until he pushed down on her lower stomach, just above her pussy, bringing another wave of heat over her. Her eyes closed as those calloused fingers worked on her flushed skin, and then opened at his deep groan. Brick’s mouth was tight, as though he was holding himself in check, but the pure animalistic hunger was seeping from every exposed inch of skin. “Brick…”
He too was naked, and he rubbed his hand over his naked body, down his chest and clamping around his dick, stroking it, bringing it to her attention as though in tribute. “You are the most fucking gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.”
She leaned up on her arms and started to close her legs, but he stopped her, placing his hands on her inner thighs to keep her open to his inspection. “Not until I get a taste.”
Heat returned to her cheeks. “But I’ve already…” she trailed off, and looked away, the heat now running down her neck.
“And you’re going to come again, but the next time you come is going to be with my dick in you.”
She licked her lips, reality kicking in for a split-second. “I don’t think I can… more than once. I never have before.”
Brick twisted so he was now above her, his big body looming over her. “You are going to come again. And then again. And then again.” And before she could make any protest, he bent his head and pressed his mouth against her warm, wet pussy.
She stiffened as he moved on her, but it seemed her body was no longer hers to control. No, it was his, responding to his words, and already the climb to orgasm was happening again, the muscles in her thighs and stomach jumping at the build to pleasure.
His tongue left her pussy, lowering until he was at her asshole. With his hands he spread her ass cheeks apart, keeping the movement light and unthreatening, exposing her just enough for his tongue to have easy access.
“Brick?” The act was unexpected, but he kept moving over her, though his tongue was slow and light, as if he was waiting to see if she’d raise any objections. She might not have been expecting the act, but she’d always loved being eaten out in all ways, and she relaxed under Brick’s skillful touch.
He brought his finger to his mouth, lubing it well with saliva before pushing it into her ass. Her breath caught and he brought his mouth to her clit again, eating out her pussy while his finger pumped into her, going back occasionally to make sure there was enough moisture so the friction never became painful.
“I thought I was going to come on your dick.” She had to stop this, because this wasn’t what she wanted tonight. Tonight was about getting the pounding of her life from both men, both of them taking turns riding her.
Brick moved away for a moment, and in that time House was back, his mouth on her breasts as though he’d never get enough and one hand petting over her pussy, doing just enough to keep her interested if not enough to push her into more active territory. His mouth travelled upwards, kissing her throat and to her mouth, then kissing over the planes of her face, almost too dry lips marking the skin. “You’re going to lose count of how many times you come. Welcome to the world of multiple orgasms.
Brick was there again, rubbing his cheek against her stomach, scenting her and tasting her and using his teeth to mark her as belonging to him.
She arched into him, her body pressing hard into him and her breathing ragged. She was ready for more, and he seemed to sense it. With a smooth move he pulled back, lifting himself off the bed again and bringing her up with him.
Those big hands were around her waist and her legs settled over his hips. Beneath her pussy, his rock-hard cock bobbed against her, pushing against her in want. He walked them over to the wall, pressing her against it. One big hand grabbed both of hers and forced her arms above her, the movement arching her back and thrusting her breasts forward.
Without any more words, he thrust up inside her.
He filled her to the brim, big enough she had to breathe deep and take a moment to settle herself on him. His gritted teeth told her of his struggle for control, but he gave her time to relax and become used to him. A few moments that took forever, and she nodded.
It began slow and deliberate, long strokes that had her body start begging for more, start wanting harder.
His eyes were near-black, never leaving hers with each thrust, going half-lidded before he forced them open again.
A hard thrust scraped over every nerve ending she had, had her clamping in reaction, and his moan came through gritted teeth, his body speeding up, pumping harder into her.
The cycle of pleasure began, with each hard thrust her body clamped around him, making him thrust even harder after that.
Her lungs couldn’t bring in enough air, and sweat – hers or his? – made a pleasurable slide where her nipples brushed his chest.
He pushed her harder into the wall, anchoring her so he could begin to pound into her full force, raising her legs higher up his torso to give him complete access.
Her head fell back, her eyes rolling back into her head. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes, yes, yes,” she chanted in a rapid staccato, her legs tightening around him in uncontrollable pulses.
She had to come soon. No, she had to come now, because she was at the brink and her body couldn’t take this desperate torture any more.
Brick let go of her hands and leveraged her legs further apart, pushing inside her with all his strength. Mel’s hands came around his shoulders to settle against his back, fingers clawing into him because she needed something to anchor her. “I’m coming,” she cried, and a loud cry escaped her just as she clamped around his dick, and only a stroke or two later Brick came in her, hot loads filling her orgasming body.
Several long moments later, their breathing started to normalize, and underneath Mel’s palm was drying sweat and still overheated skin.
Mel giggled, burying her head in his shoulder. He nuzzled against her neck, his voice low when he asked, “What?”
“Just thinking you made good on your promise.”
He kissed her hairline, a warm press of lips. “I like you coming on my dick. I’m going to make sure it happens often.”
Without their impending orgasm to distract her, Mel was aware of Brick’s softening dick slipping free and a slight strain on her leg muscles. She began to squirm, hoping he’d take a hint.
“Stay still,” he instructed, so evidently not. Curious though, she did as instructed to see what he was planning.
Pulling back so their bodies were no longer pressed
against each other, he looked down to where their bodies joined. With a slow, unhurried movement, he pulled out of her.
“Oh.” The soft sound escaped her in response to the slide of come starting to drip from her. He ignored her. Instead he let one of her legs down to the ground, keeping the other in his arm so she couldn’t clasp her legs together. Making sure she was steady, he kneeled in front of her. Putting her knee over his shoulder, he leaned forward, using his finger to push the escaping come back deep inside her, the slide of his finger against her sensitive g-spot causing her to arch and moan. “Brick, what are you doing?” she asked on a breathy whisper, and then cried out again, his fingers more relentless.
“I’m finger-fucking you.” It was more than that. He was making sure his come stayed in her, the wolf in him marking her first with his cock, and now with his come.
He tongued her, tasting how his come and her pussy tasted together, and she wanted his cock in her now, again. It broke something in her, to see her powerful wolf with his head buried into her used pussy, and she wanted that taste as well.
Mel moved her leg and fell in front of him, attacking his mouth and shoving her tongue deep to pick up any trace of fluid left.
From behind her House wrapped her in his arms and pulled her away, turning her to face him. “My turn.”
Chapter Four
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“CAN YOU TAKE me?” House’s voice was rough and deep and had an edge of violence to it, a man close to reaching the limits of his control.
She reached up and ran her thumb over his lower lip. He answered with a light nip, his eyes never leaving hers. She was satisfied and sore and nothing would prevent her from having him inside her before this night was over. “I want you in me.”
That damn smirk materialized on his face before he leaned to kiss her again. He was thorough, kissing her like she was the most precious possession he had ever owned, all the while leading her to the corner, where a large, overstuffed chair lay waiting.
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