She took a step closer and the aromatic cocktail of female arousal and the pheromones that accompanied ovulation hit him like a rocket to the crotch. Bitch in heat. His nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply and knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Adam had been right at least about one thing—Theresa was in season. Her ascendance to Alpha female corresponded to the biological imperative to mate and reproduce.
“Nothing really prepares you for something like this.” Theresa halted inches from him so the combined heat of their bodies created a blast zone. A smile curved her lips as she tilted back her head to gaze into his face.
“Porn.” Zach’s amused voice, awash with laughter, floated from the other side of the room. “Porn prepares you for scenarios exactly like this.”
Robert chuckled. “He’s right.”
“Damn, my education is woefully lacking.” Theresa placed her palms flat on his chest and directed him toward the couch. Her amazing magic, the remarkable ability to unify individual wolves into a coherent whole, manifested as a swirl of raw energy that swept through the room. She drew power from him and Zach, causing the ambient aura to light with brilliant hues.
“We’re only too happy to rectify that oversight.” Robert stepped backward and sank onto the leather sectional. Sitting caused his form-fitting leather pants to tighten across the lap, putting pressure on his cock and balls. The throbbing in his crotch echoed in his ears but he deliberately kept his hands at his sides. Submitting went against his nature, but he recognized the necessity until the she-wolf reached her comfort zone.
“Good porn needs a soundtrack,” Zach said, heading across the room toward the stereo system. He stopped to examine the long-playing records on the wall, flipping through one at a time. “Mind if I look through your vinyl?”
“Help yourself seeing as how you already are, but you’re not going to find any Gonzo music in my collection,” Robert said with a sour expression. A portion of his mind tracked the movements of the other male wolf, but most of his attention remained focused on Theresa.
“What? No chicka bow wow?”
“Zach.” Eyes narrowed, Theresa shot the Englishman a quick glance of reprimand.
“Sorry, love, couldn’t resist.”
She straddled Robert’s legs and settled atop his thighs, balanced lightly with her toes resting on the floor. She placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned forward, claiming his lips in a soft kiss. She tasted of honey and chamomile—tea. The fullness of her bosom molded against his muscular chest, breasts flattened in a delicious way.
Her lips were plump and soft against his mouth, and the tip of her tongue flirted with his teeth, darting along the smooth surface of the top row. Her fingers dug into the firm muscle of his shoulders, kneading tense knots centered at the juncture of his neck and shoulder.
He moaned and settled his hands on the curve of her waist, fingers splayed to caress her sweet backside, thumbs brushing over her hipbones. As the kiss deepened, the stereo system activated with the distinctive sound of the needle being lowered onto a record. A moment later, the smoky strains of jazz instrumental music swelled to fill the entire house.
Theresa’s hands dropped and her fingers snagged the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his shoulders. He bowed his head and stretched his arms in a diving pose to ease the removal. With a grin, she wadded and tossed the garment to the side.
While Robert’s OCD nature despised any sort of mess, he let the matter slide. He had way more important priorities—the press of her lips just below his ear, the flicker of her tongue and sharp nip of her teeth as she worked her way toward his pulse point. His eyes closed and he tilted his head back, exposing the strong column of his throat.
Theresa’s hands massaged his pectorals, coaxing a ragged moan from him. He heard the soft pad of footsteps on the hard wood so he lifted his head and saw Zach approaching from behind the she-wolf.
Robert’s posture grew tense with the potential threat, but then the other male wolf sank to his knees behind Theresa, an implicit granting of rank that helped dissipate the tension. He relaxed again, allowing his bunched muscles to ease.
Zach’s hands settled on Theresa’s waist and he pressed his face against the side of her throat. “I love the way your hair smells.”
“Robert, stop checking out Zach and pay attention to what I’m doing,” Theresa said in a voice lilting with laughter. Her palm patted his crotch, causing his dick to twitch and throb within the confines of his skin tight leather pants. She squeezed, not enough to hurt but enough so his balls felt ready to burst.
His breathing hitched and his gaze jerked back to her. The feminine challenge glimmering in her dark eyes, the slight smirk on her lips, excited him unbearably. “You’ve got my attention,” he said, trying and failing to achieve an even tone. “What are you going to do with it?”
“I want your pants off.” Theresa unfastened his belt buckle and then undid the fly. Her insistent hands hooked the waistband. “Lift up.”
Obligingly, Robert lifted his hips enough to allow her to remove the garment. With a hard tug, Theresa stripped his pants down his long legs. She struggled with his shoes and then discarded his clothing with a careless toss, leaving him clad in only a pair of red briefs. His full erection swelled the crotch, straining the stretchy material.
Theresa stared at his crotch and her brow arched. “Oh wow! You really should be starring in porno movies.”
Chapter Sixteen
“I considered becoming a porn star, but the law is really my calling,” Robert said with a husky chuckle, settling once more into a seated position on the leather couch.
Theresa knelt before Robert. Zach crouched directly behind her with his hands beneath her shirt so his long fingers stroked her stomach. From sight and scent, she knew both males were fully aroused, awaiting her bidding. Ready to service her. Her aching pussy creamed at the prospect, causing her core to clench, heat and wetness pooling between her thighs.
“If you’re already erect, I’m impressed. If you’re not, then I’m scared,” she teased, licking her lips in mouthwatering anticipation. Her admiring gaze swept his sublime physique. Her breath hitched at the sight of his intense masculinity. The man was pure eye candy. His muscle definition indicated that he worked with weights on a regular basis. A thin dusting of hair coated his dark chest, but his arms and legs were furrier. His abdominal muscles were compact and prominent, a toned six pack, rippling beneath his skin. Perspiration covered his body.
Reaching out, she snagged Robert’s briefs. He once again lifted his hips in cooperation. With undisguised impatience, she tugged them down his long legs. His cock sprang free from the confines, fully erect and jutting at an insistent angle. Pearlescent beads of precum gathered on the mushroom shaped head.
Robert snapped a handful of her dark hair and gave a gentle tug, pulling her toward him. His other hand adjusted the position of his engorged cock. He spread his knees wider to grant her access. “Open your pretty mouth. I want to see it wrapped around my cock.”
“Go on, love,” Zach urged, his voice a velvet timbre in her ear. His warm breath caressed her cheek even as his fingers worked to unfasten the front buttons of her top. “Pay homage to our new Alpha.”
“Mmm.” The small cry of need escaped her in reaction to Zach’s touch. He eased the shirt off her shoulders and made short work of her bra, casting the two garments aside. Her full breasts swayed without the constricting undergarment and her taut nipples brushed against the coarse hair of Robert’s knees as she bent forward.
Loose tendrils of hair fell forward about her face, teasing Robert’s skin with tickling lightness. Her lips touched Robert’s stomach, causing the skin to jump, and she dusted a trail of kisses across his thighs. Her gentle hands cradled his scrotum, supporting the heavy weight in her palms, shifting the fleshy mass to discover first one testis and then the other. Her tongue traced a line up and down the length of his shaft. She swirled a clockwise lick around the head and then her lips presse
d a kiss to the tip.
A tortured groan dragged from Robert’s throat and his head lolled back as his muscular body relaxed. He ceded control to her, allowing her to establish the pace. Having such a powerful dominant male submit to her excited Theresa unbearably and she relished her ability to exert such power over him.
Zach’s lips suckled the side of her neck, exploring the flesh below her ears and all the way to the juncture of her shoulder. His spread fingers cupped the underside of her breasts and sank into the firm flesh, massaging with a delicate alternating rhythm. The sensitive pads teased her nipples, agitating the already peaked buds. The length of his long body pressed against her back, his hard erection humping her ass through the denim of their jeans.
Theresa allowed her hands to switch positions, reaching deeper between Robert’s legs to locate the smooth skin between his scrotum and anus. She circled the tight ring of muscle, eliciting a purr-like growl from the black man. His breathing grew labored. She flirted with the temptation to draw the blowjob out for a long time, to truly test the limits of Robert’s discipline, but denying him meant denying herself. And Zach’s mouth and hands promised endless delight.
Time to slay the dragon.
Using her lips to create a seal, mouth suctioning to form a vacuum, Theresa launched a determined assault upon Robert’s vaunted self-control. Her head bobbed at a frantic pace and her index finger breeched his ass, applying steady pressure until she found his prostate.
A shout ripped from Robert’s throat and his entire body convulsed, limbs shuddering in violent reaction, ripples of muscle moving across his abdomen. Howling, he ejaculated cum that tasted salty and scalding hot in her mouth. She swallowed and kept sucking until his member softened before releasing him. He collapsed against the back of the couch.
Theresa sat back on her haunches, leaning against Zach’s chest for support. His steady hands grasped her arms and turned her to face him. She tilted back her head to look up into his face and their gazes locked. In his blue eyes, she saw equal parts devotion and desire. A playful smile curved his lips. Amazingly, Zach still wore all of his clothing, which made her acutely aware of her own nudity from the waist up.
“Hi,” she said, feeling more than a little self-conscious.
“Hi.” He grinned and then his head dipped toward her. His nostrils flared as he inhaled and his hands settled on her waist, gripping with firm pressure. “Fuck, you smell delicious. I want to eat you up.”
“You’re more than welcome to,” Theresa said, giggling. She captured his parted lips in a firm kiss, and her tongue probed his mouth, insistent and curious, exploring the depths beyond. He tasted like the essence of sin, damp heat and zing, and she drank from him.
He groaned, almost a growl, and she heard the thunder of his heartbeat. He held her against his muscular chest. The embrace crushed her breasts flat and friction with his shirt agitated her pebble-hard nipples. Only when her lungs felt ready to explode from the lack of air did she break the kiss to draw air into her starved lungs.
“Why are you still dressed?” she asked, reaching for the front of his shirt. She snagged the hem and dragged it over his head. She heard the leather cushion of the couch creak beneath Robert’s weight and heard him shifting, perhaps to obtain a better view. She felt the heat of his gaze focused on them and the eroticism served to heighten her desire.
“Got distracted by the peep show,” Zach said with a cheeky smile. He bent to facilitate the removal of the garment, which pulled away to reveal a broad chest and washboard abs. He went on to remove his socks and shoes, leaving him clad in only jeans.
Theresa found herself drawing comparisons once again between the two males in spite of her best efforts not to do so. Robert definitely had a slight physical advantage in terms of height and weight. In contrast to Robert’s dusky complexion, Zach appeared paler than normal, but the Brit had much nicer hands. She thanked her lucky stars that there wasn’t a huge difference between the sizes of their dicks. She hoped they didn’t ever trot out rulers.
“Pet, do I even want to know what you’re thinking?” Zach asked with a knowing look on his face.
“Probably not,” she said with a wry grin. Her cheeks flushed and her gaze darted to the side. “If you ask, I’m going to plead the Fifth.”
“You can always come to me for legal advice,” Robert said with a silky chuckle.
“We’d better be getting the friends-n-family discount.” Theresa cast a quick grin over her shoulder.
Zach smiled, but then a somber expression overtook his amusement. He traced the line of her jaw with one finger. The shining adoration in his eyes caused her breath to hitch and her heart to skip before settling into a steady throb, beating only for him.
“What is it?” she whispered, riveted beneath the intensity of his gaze.
“I love you, Theresa,” Zach said, bending to claim her mouth.
Stunned, elated, she clung to him and poured everything she had, heart and soul, into the kiss. He made her feel so amazing, so incredibly desirable. She knew then that he had loved her for years. He might not have said it, but he showed her with his actions—his steady devotion, being there for her whenever she needed him.
Framing his face with her hands, Theresa ended the kiss and gazed into his eyes. “I love you too—with all my heart. Make love to me, Zach.”
“With pleasure.” Zach tenderly tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. He glanced sideways and his voice rose to be heard even though he did not look directly at Robert. “I must admit, I’d love to make love to you on a proper bed instead of the couch.”
Chuckling, Robert eased to his feet. The black man took a moment to pull up his tight briefs. Then he crossed the room with easy strides, his tight ass and powerful thigh muscles bunching with each step, a smooth play beneath his dark skin.
“This way, Captain Obvious,” he tossed over his shoulder. “You know, if someone had warned me today would start with a threesome, I’d have gotten out the silk sheets.”
With a sultry laugh, Theresa glanced back to make sure Zach followed them. With a smile, the Englishman brushed against her back. His heat radiated along every inch of her body from head to toe, and his hand pressed gently into the small of her back, urging her forward. She drew a breath and hurried her steps, gaining confidence as they passed through a long hallway, leading toward the back of the house.
Robert opened the door to the master suite and flipped on the light switch, illuminating a huge room sparsely appointed with modern furnishings. A massive platform bed sat centered beneath a bay window. Wooden blinds provided a degree of privacy. A black leather armchair beneath a floor lamp occupied one corner of the room. The only other furniture in the room was the mahogany dresser and armoire.
Robert slowed as he approached the bed and dropped sideways onto the surface. He said nothing but his gaze remained fixed on them, intent and interested.
Being watched was an incredible turn on. Zach’s hand remained upon the small of her back and sent electric currents through her entire body. Through the mate bond, Theresa experienced his deep desire and adoration for her. As she reached the foot of the bed, she turned toward him just as he caught her wrist, pulling her closer.
Theresa sprung into the air, arms open wide. Their chests collided and his strong arms caught her. He held her suspended, feet dangling. With a teasing snarl, Theresa bared her teeth and nipped at his throat. She wrapped her arms about his neck and her legs about his hips, gripping him with her thighs. Her sharp teeth nicked his skin, so the salty blood teased her tongue.
“Feisty,” Zach murmured even as she dragged his head down to claim his mouth. His entire body was hard: the corded muscles of his arms, his broad shoulders and thick chest, the enticing protuberance in the front of his pants.
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Mouths joined, Zach lowered Theresa onto the bed. The memory foam mattress barely created a discernible movement as their combined weight hit the surface. He felt Robert settle paralle
l to them, about three feet distant.
Zach propped up his torso with his arms while Theresa fumbled with the front of his pants. Her quick, clumsy attempts to undo the top button of his jeans ratcheted his arousal even higher. A growl trembled in his throat as she finally let loose a snarl of frustration and ripped through the denim to get at the cock underneath.
The crunch of breaking bones startled Zach. He glanced down to see Theresa’s hands shift enough to grow razor-sharp tips. A startled yelp escaped him as her claws nicked the skin of his abdomen, light scratches that bled and healed before her nails left his skin. The slight sting fed his arousal, taking him over the edge of reason into primal aggression.
“Sorry, I need your cock,” Theresa said, wearing an oh-so-fake angel face.
His snarl choked, modulating to a chuckle. “Love, you’re going to get my cock shoved all of the way up your pussy.”
“If you’re lucky, she might even notice.” Robert tossed the zinger from his resting spot.
Zach shot the other male a narrow-eyed glance, promising retribution at a later time, but the Beta wolf only laughed. Then Theresa’s enticing giggle lured his attention back to the nubile she-wolf. He willed his hands to claws and ripped through the denim of her blue jeans.
A feminine shriek and more laughter greeted his assault on her clothing, but the aggravating layer of material was gone. His chest connected with her voluptuous breasts and their lower abs slapped together with a sharp smack. His dick thrust between her thighs, the head skiing across slick folds that coated his length. His balls swung as a heavy pendulum against her buttocks.
Using his arms to perform a pushup, he leveraged his lower body to position the head of his cock at the entrance of her pussy. Theresa’s hands settled on his hips; she stared deep into his eyes. Through the mate bond, her want and need of him, warm and inviting, pulled him downward into the heat of her embrace.
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