Amanda's Wolves

by Becca Jameson

  In fact, she was so horny, it was hard to imagine she’d had two orgasms in the early morning light just hours ago. As if it had never happened, she was ready to go again.

  Logan popped the button on the front of her skirt and lowered the zipper, the sound making her flinch. When he finished, Sawyer untucked his hands and pulled the denim over her hips until it pooled at her feet.

  She managed to step out, probably only keeping her balance because Logan had a grip on her waist. He didn’t bother with the buttons on her blouse. He simply pushed the tight cotton of her camisole along with the sheer material of the blouse up her body until he tugged both pieces of clothing over her head.

  Her hair fell around her shoulders, and she shivered as cool air hit her skin. She swayed forward, unsure if the action was voluntary or not. She needed him to touch her, everywhere, but she was also wobbly. Her legs threatened to buckle.

  When Sawyer’s hands roamed up her waist and cupped her breasts from behind, she lifted onto her tiptoes and moaned, arching her chest forward.

  Logan drew a line down her cheek, neck, and chest until he reached the V of her bra. He outlined the lace edge and dipped in on one side to flick the pad of his finger across her nipple.

  Wetness pooled between her legs. The nerve endings in her clit and lower lips became super sensitive. Like a nymphomaniac, she craved more.

  “God, you’re sexy,” Logan muttered. He popped the front clasp on her bra, releasing her breasts so they sprang free. They weren’t huge, but they had always been large for her frame. He leaned his face forward and sucked one nipple into his mouth while Sawyer eased her bra off her arms and dropped it.

  She squeezed her eyes shut. So many sensations. Any hesitation she might have felt earlier fled. This was right. It was so right, she couldn’t deny it. Or stop it.

  And she didn’t want to. Whatever these two men had to offer, she was taking it.

  Sawyer’s hands smoothed back down her belly until they reached her thighs. He nudged them open and cupped her sex.

  She moaned, the combination of Logan’s lips on her nipple and Sawyer’s fingers stroking the edges of her lace panties was more than she could bare. She grabbed Logan’s shoulders and held on to avoid falling.

  Finally, he released her with a pop, her nipple puckering further as the cool air of the room hit the wet tip. Logan stood, easing her back a pace, and then he tugged the comforter down to the end of the bed.

  While Sawyer held her steady, one hand still teasing her through her panties and the other bracing her belly, she watched Logan strip out of his jeans.

  Jesus.

  She’d seen him naked yesterday before he shifted, but it didn’t take away from the renewed shock. He was huge. She was also intelligent enough to realize he would fit. Of course. Everyone had sex. Everyone fit together. Logically. But it seemed incredible to her. It had been so long since she’d had sex and never with anyone as large as Logan.

  Sawyer dipped his middle finger into her panties and stroked through her folds. “So wet…” He kissed her earlobe at the end of his whisper. “Love how wet you are for us.” He tucked his fingers into the lace and slid her panties down her body.

  Logan climbed onto the bed and reached out a hand. “Come up here, before you fall.” He gave her a half grin she knew would melt her heart thousands of time in the course of her life.

  Sawyer helped her onto the bed, and she crawled over to where Logan flattened onto his back. He wrapped an arm around her waist, his fingers stroking her butt cheek. His firm length bobbed in front of her, making her nervous as she kneeled at his side.

  She reached out a hand to touch him as Sawyer eased up behind her.

  He was naked now too, and his shaft bobbed against the same butt cheek Logan now cupped.

  Her knees started to shake, and she lowered her butt to the mattress, letting her legs stretch out between both men. Without letting herself think too long, she gently grasped Logan’s length, wrapping her hand around the shaft. Her fingers didn’t even touch.

  Logan moaned as his hand settled on top of hers, guiding her to stroke him up and down with the right pressure. She hadn’t boldly grasped the cock of any of her previous lovers. The skin was smooth and tight. When her palm grazed over the mushroom-shaped tip, she realized it was even smoother. The precome oozing from the tip wet her hand and eased the way back down until she reached the base and repeated the action.

  That was all he gave her. He peeled her fingers off and tugged her hand over her head as he turned onto his side to face her and flattened her onto the bed. “Sorry. That’s all I can tolerate right now. If you kept that up, I would come in your hand. And I want to come inside your tight warmth.”

  A flush crept up her chest and face. She said nothing. Why was she so nervous? It wasn’t as though she were a virgin. And yet, she felt every bit like that were the truth.

  Sawyer framed her other side in the same way Logan had. He tucked his foot between her legs and pulled her open wider as his fingers danced down her belly and then played with the curls above her sex. “Your skin is amazing. So soft. Smooth.” His eyes were on hers. His fingers inched lower until he stroked them through her folds, his palm pressing on her clit.

  She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

  Logan leaned over her and licked her lower lip before his tongue dipped inside to toy with hers in a deep kiss that left her breathless and squirming. When he wrapped his palm around one of her breasts, she nearly bucked off the bed. With one arm trapped between her body and Logan’s and the other lying over her head, she was completely at their mercy.

  Suddenly, Sawyer plunged two fingers into her warmth. “Jesus, she’s tight.”

  She dug her heels into the bed as he scissored inside her, stretching her.

  He avoided her clit, driving her mad with need. In fact, he crawled down her body next, spread her legs wider, and situated himself between them, never removing his fingers.

  The stretch was amazing, but she wanted more. She needed contact with the nub of nerves above her sex.

  “That’s it, hon. Just feel my fingers inside you.” He set a hand on her belly and pressed her into the mattress. Until then, she hadn’t realized she was lifting her butt off the sheets. “Need to work you open farther so we don’t hurt you. You’re so tight.”

  It was hard to imagine either of them could hurt her. All she knew was how much she craved having him inside her.

  “Let her come, Sawyer. It’ll be easier to work her tight hole after she’s slightly sated.” Logan’s fingers trailed down toward her core, lightly pinching her nipples on the way. When he reached her clit, he circled the swollen nub several times.

  She held her breath, liking his idea. Please. Jesus. Let me come. And then you can claim me. She knew she would be more relaxed after an orgasm. It would be easier to press into her while she came down from the high, especially if it was anything like the orgasms she’d had earlier that left her limp.

  Sawyer turned his hand palm up and stroked across the upper wall of her sex, making her cry out at the same time Logan flicked his pointer over her clit.

  “That’s it, baby. Let it go,” Logan whispered, his head leaning over her, his eyes darting around her face.

  Two seconds later, she came, pulsing against the many fingers at her clit and inside her. Her vision blurred as she lowered the hand above her head and grabbed onto the sheet at her sides. Her body went ramrod stiff as she rode the orgasm through waves of pleasure.

  Before she was completely back to Earth, before she fully opened her eyes to focus on the room, before she could utter a single word, Sawyer pulled his hand out of her warmth and scooted back while Logan released the pressure on her clit and climbed between her legs.

  She blinked up at him, unable to keep from lifting her hips off the bed toward his shaft as he leaned over her. He threaded his fingers with hers and pulled both arms over her head to press them into the mattress.

  Her heart rate
still soared from the orgasm seconds ago. It wasn’t enough. As though nature was in charge, She didn’t let the need abate at a simple orgasm. Just like early that morning, Amanda knew it wasn’t enough. “Please…”

  Logan held her gaze as he lowered his body over hers. His shaft lined up with her swollen opening.

  “Just do it, Logan,” she muttered. She couldn’t keep from squirming, the pulsing inside her pleading for him to press into her.

  He gritted his teeth, his eyes glazing over as she watched him struggle to maintain his composure. As the tip lodged at her channel, she lifted her hips, forcing him to enter at least a few inches.

  An unintelligible sound escaped her lips. It felt so good. The stretch was amazing. Tight, but so much more. “Please,” she pleaded. Nothing she’d ever experienced before came close to this.

  If she wasn’t mistaken, Logan shook his head slightly and smirked before slowly easing into her.

  It was more than she expected, the pressure intense. She held her breath as her eyes fluttered shut. She wanted this. She hadn’t known this man or the one watching to the side for a full day. And it didn’t matter. It felt right. She gripped him with her inner muscles as he slid in farther.

  “Look at me, Amanda,” he commanded, clasping her fingers tighter.

  She opened her eyes, capturing his face in a snapshot she would always remember. The first time he took her. Was the intensity simply because she was with the right man, or men, this time? Or was it more? Did it truly have something to do with some force of Nature that determined who she should be with and when?

  Slow and easy, he pursed his lips and pushed all the way to the hilt.

  She gasped around the pressure, warring with herself over what won out, the painful stretch or the intense pleasure that accompanied it.

  He didn’t move or breathe, but held her gaze intently. And then on an exhale that accompanied a low moan, he pulled out—all the way out. He released her hands and climbed over her leg to settle at her side.

  She gasped, her channel pulsing with need. What the hell? She was so close to coming. And now an emptiness settled around her. Had she done something wrong? “Logan?” She pulled her arms down to her sides and lifted onto her elbows, but immediately jerked her gaze to her other side when Sawyer clambered over her thigh to situate himself in the same spot Logan had just occupied. She fell back, letting her head drop to the mattress.

  Right. Of course.

  Sawyer.

  He dropped a kiss to each of her nipples and then lifted his gaze to hers. “It may kill us both, and you too, but we’re trying to share the experience.”

  She nodded, wishing he would enter her. She felt empty and craved the contact he could provide.

  With one hand cupping her face, he used the other to line himself up with her entrance and then eased into her. “Jesus…” His voice was faint.

  A tightness in the pit of her stomach made her clamp down on him. “Please,” she begged, not for the first time. If they didn’t stop handling her with kid gloves, she would explode.

  Sawyer set his forehead against hers and stroked his thumb over her lower lip, tugging her mouth open as he thrust all the way into her.

  She cried out, the sound indistinguishable. All she knew was pleasure this time. And she wanted more.

  He held steady, deep inside her, panting as he continued to stroke her lower lip until his thumb pressed between her lips.

  Licking the tip, she tasted herself on his finger. It made her heart flutter to exchange something so intimate. And she sucked his thumb between her lips.

  Sawyer groaned before he pulled almost out of her warmth and thrust back in.

  Her mouth fell open, releasing his thumb with a pop when her brain stopped sending messages to her mouth.

  Oh. My. God.

  Again he eased out of her and pushed back in, bracing his hand at the side of her head, his palm pressing into her neck, his fingers cupping her cheek. He did the same with his other hand as he picked up the pace, thrusting into her until she lifted up to meet him each time.

  All too soon, he pulled out like Logan had and switched places again. Their movements above her were a blur. Logan once again grabbed her hands and hauled them over her head. The action brought her attention to her breasts rising high on her chest, her nipples reaching out, needing contact.

  Logan thrust into her without hesitation, sending stars to dance in front of her eyes. She blinked, trying to see his expression better, but failing.

  He pushed into her over and over until she was so close to an orgasm, she tipped her head back, exposing her neck and arching her chest.

  And then he was gone.

  She assumed they were trading again, although she couldn’t close her mouth to plead with them. She was so close to coming, she could think of nothing except how cruel it was they left her hanging on the edge like this over and over.

  “That’s it. That’s the hazy look I wanted to see,” Logan stated. He shocked her by grabbing her hips and flipping her onto her belly.

  Her eyes went wide, though still blurry.

  “On your knees, baby. Spread your legs.”

  She hesitated a moment, her face burning at the idea of them being able to see her tight rear hole. She wobbled, unable to hold herself up. Her brain fired commands that didn’t reach her limbs. What were they doing?

  Sawyer came to her side and brushed her hair from her face. “Put a pillow under her stomach. She’s too aroused.”

  Logan tucked one of the long fluffy pillows under her, and Sawyer nodded at the bed. “Lie down, hon.”

  Completely confused and uncertain, she did as he asked, lowering herself to the bed. The new position wasn’t better, but at least she wasn’t holding herself up with weak arms and legs that weren’t receiving messages from her brain.

  She blew out a breath, turning to face Sawyer who lounged on his side next to her, his head in his hand and his free hand on her lower back. “Need to work you open, hon.” He drew circles on the sensitive skin between her butt and her back.

  She didn’t think she needed to be stretched any further. What was he talking about?

  A small pop sounded to her other side, making her flinch. And then Logan ran a cold wet finger between her lower cheeks, down the crack of her butt.

  Her eyes widened, and she pushed against the mattress with her hands to escape the strange sensation. She lifted her head enough to shake it back and forth. “No. I can’t…” Her voice trailed off as Logan’s slippery finger found her puckered hole and tapped on it. No. Her mind screamed. Her mouth wouldn’t cooperate, however, and besides, he wasn’t hurting her. If anything, his touch brought her even more pleasure. Which was unnerving.

  Sawyer spoke again. “Look at me.” He waited for her to comply. “Lie back down. Let yourself feel. Not gonna hurt you.”

  “I can’t.” It was too forbidden. They hadn’t fully consummated this relationship, and already they were playing with her other hole. Why?

  “We have to, hon.” He drew more soothing circles on her lower back. His voice was gentle. His expression was tight. “It’s part of the claiming. We have to take you at the same time.”

  At the same time?

  Realization sunk in fast, and she squeezed her butt cheeks together. Oh God. No wonder they had switched back and forth. It wasn’t that they each needed to claim her. They had to do it together.

  Logan’s palm landed on one lower cheek and held it spread while he continued to circle her tight hole.

  She panted into the pillow, her body tense, her need to orgasm waning. This was what they’d failed to mention earlier. She closed her eyes and turned so her forehead pressed into the pillow and she was forced to breathe through her mouth.

  Logan’s voice filled the room. “Baby, it’s going to be okay. Let me work you open.”

  She heard his words as though he were far away.

  Sawyer’s hand trailed up her body and cupped the back of her head. “Look at
me, hon.”

  She blew out a breath and turned her head, surprised she could manage with every ounce of her concentrating on the finger applying pressure to the most private part of her body.

  A second hand reached lower between her legs, and before she knew what was happening, Logan thrust his fingers into her channel, probably three of them. The stretch was amazing, almost as good as his shaft had been. Instantly she was right back where she’d been, needing more. Craving it all the way to her bones.

  She pushed her knees wider, surprised at how bold she found herself.

  She needed to come more than she needed her next breath. And she wanted her men inside her when she did.

  “It’s gonna feel so good, even better than just one of us.” Sawyer said. “Deep breath in.”

  She inhaled long and slow.

  “And release it.”

  As she let the air out of her lungs, Logan breached her tight hole with his finger.

  Instantly she succumbed to the pleasure. Even though in her head she realized she shouldn’t find anything sexy about where his finger was, she couldn’t help it. He was right. It did feel more intense. She couldn’t manage to hold on to the idea that it was naughty and forbidden. Not while he stroked his fingers in unison. Not when he added a second finger to the first. And certainly not when he pulled his fingers out of her sex to grab her hip.

  “Play with her pussy, Sawyer. She won’t stop rocking for me to work her open.”

  Sawyer smiled at her and then wiggled his hand under her belly to reach between her legs.

  Her mind swam at the way Logan referred to her sex. Pussy. It wasn’t a word she’d ever uttered out loud. Again she shivered at the impact it had on her. She clenched her pussy around his finger the second he entered her.

  So many sensations. She couldn’t think. All she could do was feel. And as Logan worked a third finger into her, spreading more lube around the entrance and stretching her farther than she’d ever experienced at that entrance, she chased away her doubts.