The Mating Game

by Melissa Snark

  Theresa tilted her head so her curtain of dark hair flowed down her shoulders and back in an ebony waterfall. She released a sultry moan and her breath hitched. “Oh! Oh my…I need to be fucked. I need to feel you inside of me.”

  Her erotic plea caused Zach’s balls to tighten. The pungent scent of female arousal punched him in the gut. “Slide your hand between our bodies. Let me feel your hand on my cock.”

  Her lips curved in a smile of feminine mystery but she complied and reached between their bodies, caressing his abs. The sound of slippery skin on skin reached his ears and he realized she was pleasuring herself. Groaning, he envisioned her fingers, glistening with her juices, investigating every crevasse of her pussy, flicking against her clit. Then her gentle hand, soft and glossy, closed on his dick.

  A soft moan vibrated through his throat and chest, and his erection jerked as she tightened her grip. He experienced every pulse of his heart in the thick vein along the underside of his shaft. Her fingertips brushed his balls and she circled the base of his cock, guiding the head to the entrance of her sex.

  He breached the folds of her cunt and slid deep into her core, possessing her in the most intimate way. Just like their first time together, it blew his wildest dreams out of the water. In his fantasies, he’d loved her for years, listening to her moan and whimper until she exploded with a scream of pleasure. Slick and wet, tight and hot, she matched each thrust of his hips, wailing every time he withdrew and welcoming him home with a breathy sigh.

  Muscles standing in bold relief against his skin, he eased all of the way out of her, withdrawing inch by inch until only the head of his cock pressed against her entrance.

  Theresa thrashed on the mattress, writhing with her need. Moaning, she dug her fingernails into his shoulders and tightened her legs about his waist.

  He held on as long as he could and slammed his entire cock into her pussy with a single thrust. She wailed and her limbs squeezed him, exerting enough strength to break the spine of a normal man. Her core convulsed about him so hard that a white haze blinded him. His balls clenched; he hit a violent orgasm. A shout tore from his lungs as he fell into ecstasy.

  Robbed of his strength, Zach rolled to the side, collapsing to the mattress, sides heaving. For a couple minutes only the sounds of their labored breathing filled the room, subsiding to an even cadence. His heavy eyelids slid shut and sweet lethargy seized him. His tired mind slipped toward slumber.

  ****

  For about a half hour, Robert watched his mates nap beside one another on his bed, in his home. Their breathing remained steady and shallow, indicating sleep. His mates. The very concept left him ecstatic and confused. Yet, a few hours ago, such a thing would never even have occurred to him as possible.

  His gaze fell on Theresa’s flushed face. A soft glow emanated from her tawny skin. She smelled like motherhood, comfort, home, and desire. Her lips appeared swollen from being kissed, and the memory of her hot little mouth wrapped around his cock got him hard all over again.

  In a couple hours, this strange, wonderful new thing would end. Zach and Theresa would always be together, making love, maybe marrying. Robert planned to claim leadership of the pack, but the three way mate bond that facilitated his peaceful ascension also guaranteed him a lifetime of loneliness. He envied their relationship, but knew it was not for him. Destiny meant for him to always be on the outside looking in.

  Wallowing made no sense and wasn’t in his nature. He wanted to create memories to be horded in the years to come when times got tough.

  Easing across the mattress, Robert laid a light hand on Theresa’s upper arm, caressing her smooth skin. After a second, she stirred and her eyelids lifted. For a second, confusion filled her dark eyes and then a sleepy smile curved her lips.

  “Hi.” She lifted her head, shoving her hair from her face.

  “Hi yourself.” His hand stroked along her back, fingertips tracing the length of her spine. His gaze followed the same path, admiring her lovely backside. By tilting his head back just a bit, he obtained an unobstructed view of Theresa’s pussy and anal rosette. Between her perfectly rounded ass cheeks, the smooth crease led his eyes to her tight knot and then the light brown folds of her cunt, slightly puffy, visibly dripping with her juices.

  He sat and lifted her from the mattress. He settled her on his lap astride his thighs. She gripped his shoulders, whimpering as his erection pressed against her flat belly.

  “That’s it, baby,” Robert said. “Talk to me.” He reached between their bodies, seeking her pussy. He found her sex to be scalding hot and dripping with juices.

  “I’m so wet,” Theresa said, moaning as he thrust his middle finger into her core, loving the way the taut muscles of her toned body grabbed hold of him. His dick surged in anticipation. “I need you inside me. Please.”

  “You’re begging pretty now, but I want to hear you so wild with need you’re incoherent,” Robert said, easing his digit from her and then fucking back into her.

  The action caused her eyes to flash with anger, full of pride and challenge. She rolled her hips and banged toward him insistently, causing him to throw back his head and laugh. Only the unexpected shift of the mattress startled him. He glanced over and saw Zach easing toward them.

  Zach pressed against Theresa’s back, eliciting a surprised gasp from her. She squeaked and glanced over her shoulder, eyes wide with surprise. “Zach,” she said in a voice warm with welcome.

  “I thought you intended to sit out the quarter?” Robert asked, a teasing challenge implicit within the question. The proximity of another male wolf so close to his throat inspired paranoia, especially given the presence of a naked she-wolf between them.

  “Sorry, mate, I can’t sit this one out. I want to play too,” Zach said, reaching around to cup Theresa’s full breasts, one in either palm. His fingers found her plump nipples and rolled the nubs of flesh between them.

  Zach’s blue eyes met his searching gaze. The Brit arched his eyebrow and rolled both shoulders in a casual shrug. He flashed a wolf’s grin, lips pulled wide, teeth gleaming. “I changed my mind.”

  Robert grunted, unsure of how to respond. Zach’s decision to join them surprised him, although he hid his reaction behind an unperturbed mask. Through a conscious effort, he forced his wolf to relax, accepting Zach’s right to be so close because they had exchanged the most sacred of vows. The presence of the mate bond helped, muting aggression and channeling the energy into desire.

  Zach released Theresa’s breasts and slid his hands across her shoulders to her back, disappearing from Robert’s sight. Taking his cue from the other male, he slid his hands along the outsides of her legs, stroking upward toward the juncture of her thighs.

  With a breathy moan, Theresa tilted her head back, exposing the slender column of her throat, sending her hair tumbling across her shoulders in ebony disarray. Her eyes shut so that thick lashes lay upon her cheeks and her lips, bruised from Zach’s kiss, parted to reveal the white gleam of teeth. She brimmed with the health and vitality of a healthy bitch in heat, eager to be bred.

  Fucking gorgeous.

  Feeling devilish, Robert cocked one eyebrow in challenge. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing, Zach? Maybe you should watch and learn from a pro,” he said, tone provocative even as he shifted his position on the mattress to make more room for the other man.

  “Shut the fuck up,” Zach said without any real heat.

  Robert tilted back his head and laughed, experiencing an unexpected rush of pleasure. The coil of tension in his gut unraveled.

  “Both of you, hush,” Theresa said, showing her teeth in an aggressive she-wolf smile. Tilting her head back, she placed a quick nip upon Zach’s throat, leaving a mark without drawing blood.

  The Brit chuckled. “Better give me something to do with my mouth then, pet.”

  “With pleasure.” Theresa twisted her torso to reach for Zach. Her arms circled his neck, pulling him down for an open-mouthed kiss. Their lip
s clung and tongues coupled, flaring nostrils producing labored huffs. Her hips rocked toward Robert, her pussy painting fluids across his cock and thighs.

  Watching the pair devour each other caused Robert to draw a sharp breath. The psychic connection binding them vibrated with energy, creating a thrumming experienced on a gut level. Through the bond, he also sensed the profound love Zach and Theresa shared, soul deep.

  A burst of envy shot through Robert, briefly dampening his enthusiasm, but he shoved the insecurity down deep. Still, at his core, he ached with loneliness for the soul mate he would never have to call his own. It was the price to be paid, the cost of becoming Alpha without the stigma of bloodshed. He hoped the sacrifice proved worthwhile.

  Their kiss broke, and Theresa turned to face Robert once again. She remained upright, straddling his thighs. With a demanding rock of her hips, she arched toward him, causing her mound to bang against the head of his dick. Her hands snaked up around his neck, drawing his lips down to her hungry mouth.

  His cock ached to feel the tight crush of muscle gripping every inch of his length. His scrotum throbbed, threatening to explode. Intent, he plundered Theresa’s mouth, exploring her smooth teeth and the moist recesses. She tasted like sin.

  The kiss only broke to allow them to gasp for breath.

  “Fuck me, please,” Theresa said, pleading. Dark locks fell into her face, obscuring her features. Her skin shone with a high sheen.

  “Sweetheart, I’m only too happy to oblige,” Robert said with a sultry chuckle. His hand rose to brush the stands from her face, but she captured his wrist. She drew his hand to her face and sucked the first digit of his middle finger into her hot little mouth, causing an explosive tightening of his balls. Blood roared in his head and Robert curbed the impulse to tilt back his head and howl.

  “Theresa, you’re so bloody gorgeous.” Zach’s voice intruded on his fever, drawing his attention to the other man.

  Appreciatively, Robert allowed his gaze to roam Zachary’s body. He considered Zach to be a beautiful man and appreciated his masculine beauty with the sensibilities of a true connoisseur. In truth, Zach wasn’t his type, being too fair, too dominant, and too large, but he possessed an undeniable symmetry. More than that, Robert respected the other man for his intelligence and discretion.

  Even as he surveyed his mate’s mate, his hands roamed Theresa’s lush body. He stroked the smooth surface of her abdomen, explored the sweet indentation of her waist, and then followed the swell of her hips. His fingertips brushed the downy soft patch at the top of her mound. Her skin jumped as muscles clenched. A wet moan issued from her mouth and she pressed against him, begging for more.

  The earthy creature between the men appeared too caught up in the deluge of attention, male hands and mouths caressing her body, to be concerned with anything but her own pleasure. She tried to say something, but the words turned into incoherent babble as Robert’s fingers found and stroked the sensitive nub between her thighs, coaxing her clit to readiness until it was pebble hard. Her cream coated his fingers, dripping like warm honey.

  Robert’s stomach clenched and his cock strained toward her body, hard as a steel rod. The alluring scent of her pussy, scalding hot and brimming with juices, flooded his nostrils, aggravating his arousal to an almost unbearable intensity. Only when Zach’s hands came into contact with his chest did Robert give the other man his attention. Surprised, he arched his brow.

  Zach extended his index finger and drew a circle counterclockwise in the air. He mouthed, “Turn her around.”

  Robert gave a sharp single nod, and slipped his fingers from her pussy. She moaned in protest, but he settled his hands on her waist and lifted, turning her so she faced Zach. The black man scooted so he sat on the mattress with his knees at the edge. His dick protruded outward, aimed toward her cunt like a compass needle pointing north. Pearls of moisture beaded the slit across his cockhead.

  Zach moved off the mattress, standing facing the bed with his penis jutting straight out from his body. He caught Theresa’s dark hair in his hands, threading the long strands through his fingers, and gently drew her face toward him. She emitted a throaty groan. Zach crouched to capture Theresa’s lips in a kiss. The scent of her intense arousal coated the air, a thick musk, and moisture dripped from her pussy, dribbling across Robert’s thighs.

  Maneuvering her carefully, Robert positioned the head of his cock against the swollen lips of Theresa’s sex and lowered her onto him, inch by inch, probing her pussy. He encountered heat and wetness, so much that he glided right in, sheathing his shaft in her silken depths. A growl trembled in his throat, and his penetration wrung a sobbing moan from her.

  Physical and spiritual perfection united them. So fucking glorious. Bright pure love flowed between Theresa and Zach, and Robert perceived a brief glimpse into something beautiful, something real. The sense of belonging, following a lifetime of always being on the outside looking in, nearly reduced him to tears. Desperation filled him and he buried the feeling down deep, hid it well, determined not to ruin the moment by reaching for what he could not have.

  ****

  As she sank onto Robert’s thick dick, Theresa clutched at Zach’s arms for support, digging into the corded muscles of his forearms with desperate fingers. As hot and bothered as she was, as eager as she was to be fucked, nothing could have prepared her for the reality of his cock advancing into her pussy, parting the tender folds of flesh.

  With more than half his length inside of her, she wanted to shout and quake, begging him to stop, while pleading for more. Her rational mind protested in a weak voice, reminding her that she hardly knew Robert, and yet her wolf accepted him as one of her two mates. Conflict tore her apart—wrong, right—and over ruling it all was her need.

  Gasping, her head fell back and her eyelids dropped to hood her vision. At the same time, Zach’s blond head dipped and his hands pushed apart her thighs. For a second, Theresa failed to discern his intent and then she experienced the flow of his hot breath upon her pussy and she understood.

  Behind her, Robert rocked his hips and buried his length within her completely, so the weight of his balls pressed against her sex. His hands slipped from her waist, sliding up to cradle her breasts. His fingers caressed her areolas, agitating her pert nipples. His cock filled her, stretching her vagina until she felt full to bursting. She heard a guttural moan and knew that the sound hadn’t come from Robert.

  Zach.

  His questing tongue caressed her sex, tasting the slick coating of juices flowing from her core. He used two fingers to spread the outer lips of her cunt and then he lapped up her cream, consuming her honey as if she were a delicious dessert. The probing of his tongue, stroking inner folds, sliding all the way back to where Robert filled her, sent her entire being careening. She gasped and reached for Zach, burying her hands in the long silk of his blond hair. She wound her fingers about the strands, holding him to her. She arched toward Zach’s mouth, begging for more, her action eliciting a groan from Robert.

  Robert’s voice intruded on her reverie. “Theresa, are you all right? I want to go slow—”

  Her eyes popped open and she cut him off. “Don’t go slow,” she said. “Next time. Now, I want fast. Hard.”

  Zach obliged her begging, flicking his tongue against her clit, creating an unbelievably erotic sensation. Theresa moaned, almost howling, so close to coming. So fucking close. She wanted it. She needed it more than anything. Her desperation drove her to set a driving rhythm. She rocked her hips toward his mouth, and Robert lurched into motion behind her, pounding into her with long, smooth strokes. His cock withdrew to the tip, leaving her bereft, and then drove home until buried to the hilt.

  “Harder,” Theresa said, panting. “Faster.”

  Robert responded to her command. He withdrew from her pussy and then thrust into her again, setting a rough, hurried rhythm. The man possessed a staggering amount of power, and he used it to fuck her, ramming into her. And she gloried in eve
ry rough stroke, vocalizing her intense and increasing pleasure.

  “That’s it, love. Come. I want to see you fly apart,” Zach said, tormenting her clit with the whisper soft touch of his fingertip.

  She started to snarl a reply, but blood rushed in her ears and she lost her the ability to verbalize. The first spasm hit and a cataclysmic quaking originated in her core, spreading outward in violent tremors. She shouted her pleasure at the top of her lungs, and Robert’s voice echoed in her ears. His fingers crushed her breasts and his cock and balls clenched with an orgasm she felt deep in her vagina as he pumped his seed into her.

  As the pleasure faded, she sprawled in a boneless heap against Robert’s chest, experiencing the rise and fall of his breast against her back, too weak to move. A sheen of sweat coated her body, rendering her hot and sticky.

  From in front of her, strong hands lifted her from the bed, causing her eyes to pop open in surprise. Theresa hung limply in Zach’s grip, staring up into his handsome face. Her mind remained blank but one word formed. “What?” she asked.

  “My turn, love,” Zach said, gathering her into his arms. His erect member pressed eagerly into her buttocks, a persistent reminder that one of her mates remained unsatisfied.

  “Oh,” Theresa said with a dawning sense of oh wow. Did she even have the energy to survive another bout? Would she even be able to stand afterward? And by the time Zach achieved satisfaction, Robert should have recovered.

  Good lord! She bit her lower lip and her eyes grew wide. Her hands clung to his muscular chest. Better question—would she still be alive in a few hours?

  “We’re going to use your shower, mate,” Zach said, addressing his words to Robert.

  “Make yourself at home,” the black man said. He remained supine upon the bed, not moving an inch.

  Zach snickered. “Oh, we intend to,” he tossed over his shoulder, carrying Theresa toward the attached master bathroom.