Amanda's Wolves

by Becca Jameson

  This couldn’t be wrong. It felt too good to be wrong.

  Perfect.

  “Relax your muscles, hon. Let Logan stretch you open. We don’t want to enter you until you’re ready.”

  “It’s gonna hurt,” she mumbled. There was no doubt about that.

  “A little, but not as much as it would if we didn’t prepare you. And only for a second. As soon as you have both of us inside you, you’ll forget the sting and lose yourself to the pleasure.”

  She didn’t doubt his words. Her body seemed to know better than her mind what it craved. And it wanted this.

  Sawyer suddenly pulled his fingers from her and his hand wiggled free from under her. When she groaned her disapproval, he chuckled and tapped her arm. “Lift up on all fours for me, hon. Let me get under you.”

  She opened her palms and pushed against the bed, inhaling sharply at how sensitive her nipples were when she lifted them from their smashed position against the mattress.

  Sawyer whisked the pillow away and then held her shoulder steady so she could raise her hand. He slid beneath her, nudging her leg to lift and dragging his body down hers until his cock lined up with her pussy from beneath. He teased her entrance, stroking the tip through her folds and then across her clit.

  Her elbows shook. When he lined up with her pussy and bucked his hips up into her, she collapsed against his chest.

  “You’re okay, hon.” His hand snaked around to hold her steady against his chest.

  The position felt different from when she’d been on bottom. His length reached a spot she hadn’t noticed before. The stretch seemed wider, probably because of the fingers in her ass.

  She whimpered.

  Logan’s fingers disappeared, and instantly she missed his touch.

  Seconds later, she felt the tip of his shaft against her, wet with lube.

  “Deep breath again, Amanda,” Logan said. “Relax your tight muscles. My cock isn’t much bigger than my fingers. You’re going to feel so full. It’s overwhelming the first time. Come when you need to. You’ll probably come more than once.”

  Thank God her face rested against Sawyer’s chest, because she blushed to the ends of her hair. He knew exactly how she felt and described it with such crass words. As if pussy weren’t enough, he added cock to her new verbal repertoire.

  He pushed into her ever so slightly, gripping her hips as if she could get away while impaled by Sawyer.

  “Slow or fast, baby? Tell me how you want it.”

  It mortified her on some level to express her desires in this total debauchery. However, what she wanted was to come. It was the thought forefront in her mind. And fast would get her there. “Fast,” she muttered. She blew out a breath and let the muscles in her ass relax. One second later, Logan pushed home.

  It hurt. The sting was almost more than she could bear. And she inhaled sharply the second she felt herself pressed too wide.

  No one moved. And she was grateful for the reprieve. It took several moments to gather her remaining brain cells and realize it felt amazing having them both inside her. She’d have to contemplate her total wantonness later. For now, she wanted them to move.

  Sawyer gripped her at the waist, his fingers splayed so they brushed the undersides of her breasts. In a collective groan, both men pulled almost out and pushed back in.

  Her vision blurred once more, and she flattened her palms on both sides of Sawyer to push herself up so she could see his face.

  His mouth was open, and he licked his lips slowly as she watched.

  Suddenly, his hand slid up over her back and pressed between her shoulder blades so her lips met his. She tilted her head to one side and kissed him with all the passion she felt building inside her.

  Logan eased out of her, and when he pressed back inside, Sawyer pushed on her hip to lift her up.

  Her pussy exploded with sensation. Every movement drew her closer to orgasm. As they increased their pace, she couldn’t concentrate on kissing Sawyer any longer and instead set her forehead against his. Her lips brushed his with every movement, but she closed her eyes around the sensation driving her higher than she could have imagined.

  “Come for us, baby,” Logan whispered. “I want to feel you squeezing around my cock.”

  She shattered at his words, unable to resist. Logan fucked her harder and faster, no longer in sync with Sawyer. It didn’t matter. Every time their cocks brushed against each other, she felt it through the thin barrier between her ass and her pussy, and she involuntarily gripped them tighter, every pulse inside her heightening the experience.

  She knew she held her breath, but she didn’t care. She could breathe later… Much later. For now, she wanted to remember this moment forever.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Logan brushed the hair off his mate’s face and stared down at her resting features. She’d fallen asleep before he had a chance to tell her how unbelievably in love with her he was.

  It was fast. Maybe he shouldn’t have felt that way so quickly. Or maybe he shouldn’t tell her yet either, but he would have if she hadn’t nearly blacked out.

  When she came around his cock, he lost it, filling her sweet ass at the same time Sawyer filled her pussy. He didn’t think she was even aware of when her mates came. She was that involved in the sweet release she experienced. And he was so elated at her responsiveness, he wanted to shout.

  Instead he eased her onto her side while Sawyer padded from the room to get a washcloth. Together they spread her open and cleaned her up while she moaned into the pillow and then drew her sexy legs up in front of her. Like an angel, she slept.

  She’d rolled onto her back at some point, and Sawyer lay on her other side staring at the ceiling. “We knocked her out. Do you think we were too rough?” he whispered.

  “Are you kidding? Did you not see her face? Hear her moans? She came so hard, she nearly squeezed the life out of my cock.”

  Sawyer glanced his way with a wicked grin. “Yeah…”

  Finally, Amanda opened her eyes slowly. “What are you two whispering about?” she barely managed.

  “How goddamn lucky we are.” Logan continued to stroke the soft skin of her face. He glanced down at the swell of her breasts, barely covered by the sheet they’d thrown over her reluctantly to keep her from shivering.

  She smiled. “Hmmm. I feel pretty lucky myself.”

  Sawyer rolled to his side and lifted onto his elbow to stare down at her too. His hand landed on her belly, his fingers splaying to cover every inch. The sheet got tugged down enough to expose her breasts. Her nipples jumped to attention, probably from the soft rub of the cotton over the tips.

  She squirmed, her eyes opening farther. “Oh God.”

  “What?” Logan asked, freezing his dancing fingers. His heart raced.

  “You weren’t kidding.”

  “About what?” Sawyer asked as his hand made its way up to cup her breast.

  “I can hear your thoughts.”

  “Yeah. That happens,” Logan communicated into her head. “You’ll get used to it. It comes in handy when we aren’t in the same room or even the same house.”

  She blinked up at him, her mouth falling open. “That’s just…wrong.”

  Logan watched as Sawyer’s fingers grazed over her exposed nipple.

  She squirmed again and turned her gaze to him. “That’s also wrong.”

  “What?”

  “How can I get aroused again that fast?”

  “It’s the mating, hon. It does that. You’ll find yourself hornier than you can imagine for a while.”

  She brushed his hand aside and pulled herself to sitting. “What do you mean by a while?” She glanced back and forth between them, settling on Logan.

  He shrugged. “A few weeks.”

  “A few weeks.” Her voice rose. “That’s more than wrong. That’s insane.”

  “It happens.” Sawyer hauled himself to sitting next to her. His gaze roamed down to her chest again, making Logan wonder if she wo
uld put up with them staring at her nudity like that very often.

  She grabbed the sheet and pulled it up to cover her chest.

  Sawyer reached with one hand to tug it back out of her grasp, cupped a breast, and leaned in to flick his tongue over the tip.

  Amanda moaned, weaving her fingers in his hair.

  Logan wasn’t sure if she was pushing him away or pulling him closer. But her eyes rolled back, and her head tipped back to match.

  Suddenly, she snapped out of it and gave Sawyer a shove. “Stop. I can’t think.” She wiggled her way out from under the covers and crawled across the head of the bed to escape. Without a word, she headed for the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

  Thirty seconds later, the shower came on. Logan moaned. “I can’t stand the idea of her in there naked, wet, and alone.”

  “Yeah, me neither, but I think she might kill us if we don’t give her some space.”

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  Roger Barkley watched the front of the condo without blinking. They’d been inside for hours without coming out. He fought the need to slam his hand into the steering wheel in frustration. Just his luck. Not only does this Masters asshole start nosing around in Roger’s business, but he drags one of the Native Americans with him.

  Roger didn’t give a fuck the guy was only half native. In his experience, even with half his heritage from the reservation, he could prove to be a powerful shaman. And the last thing Roger needed was some dick with strange Native American lupine powers also snooping around the logging site.

  All Roger needed was another two weeks, perhaps ten days, to finish clearing the rich land he was working. And then he’d be out of there and on to his next project.

  When he’d seen the two men go inside the condo with a woman, he’d groaned. Son of a bitch. Could this get any worse?

  And they hadn’t come back out. Half of him wished he’d set the place up with explosives and wiped out all three of them as soon as they opened the front door. It would have been simpler.

  But no. His conscience had gotten ahold of him, and he’d hoped to prove to himself that Logan would go away without outside intervention. That idea was growing less likely by the minute. Apparently the Masters liked ménages. And considering the way both men were ogling the woman who entered with them, the most likely scenario was they were all three inside fucking like bunnies while Roger sat in his truck across the street for no good reason.

  A thought occurred to him. Perhaps, if he was lucky, the men would remain distracted enough with the whore to forget about the logging site and keep themselves occupied long enough for Roger to finish his work and get out of town.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Sawyer wandered into the kitchen after taking a shower in the hall bath. He wore nothing but his jeans slung low on his hips, not bothering to button them.

  Amanda hadn’t come out of the master bath yet, and Logan had showered before Sawyer in the hall bathroom. In fact, Logan lifted his face from where he stared at a piece of mail in his hand. He was distracted. No. That didn’t sum it up. He was pissed.

  “What happened?” Sawyer lowered into the seat next to Logan, pointing at the unfolded piece of paper in Logan’s hand.

  Logan shook himself from his faraway thoughts and handed the letter to Sawyer. “This happened.”

  Sawyer scanned down the page, quickly reading the one-sentence warning. “Shit. Where did this come from?”

  Logan held up the envelope. “Someone must have slid it through the mail slot. I found it lying on the tile.”

  Sawyer nodded, taking the plain white handwritten paper from his mate. “This wasn’t sent through the post office. There’s no postal marking on the stamp.”

  “I noticed that. Whoever left it probably hoped I wouldn’t. Otherwise, why bother putting a stamp on it?”

  Sawyer set the envelope down and returned his gaze to the letter. “Do you suppose someone saw you Thursday when you stumbled upon the site?”

  “Not a chance. There were no shifters in the area, and every man on the ground was working hard. Even if one of them had spotted me, they wouldn’t have paid me any attention. Wolves must wander up to the edge of the woods every day. It’s their land being destroyed after all.”

  Sawyer handed the letter back to Logan. “Okay, but I don’t see another explanation.”

  “I know.” Logan slouched in the chair, rubbing his head. “It makes no sense at all.”

  The letter gave Sawyer the creeps. Someone had sent a very specific warning to Logan—Mind your own business. What other event could the writer have been referring to? “Are you sure you didn’t mention what you saw to anyone until last night when Mimi came out to talk to us?”

  “I’m sure. Unless I suffered from some sort of amnesia, you can take my word on that one.”

  “We need to call Trace.”

  “Yeah. I just did. Not much we can do with one small handwritten threat, though. He said to let him know if there are others.”

  “Any chance the sender could be referring to something else?”

  Logan blew out a breath. “I don’t know what. It’s cryptic, but it’s pretty specific at the same time. There certainly isn’t any other issue I’ve stuck my nose into.”

  “What’s cryptic?” Amanda asked as she entered the room.

  Sawyer turned his head and reached for her hand.

  She ignored him, and headed to the other side of the table to pull out a seat and plop down into it. She shot him a shy grin. “You can’t touch me. I lose my mind every time you do,” she said sweetly.

  “And your mind is completely intact without doing so?” he teased.

  “Marginally. Did you order pizza? I’m also starving.”

  “Yes,” Logan said. “It should be here any minute.”

  She glanced back and forth between the men. “What’d I miss?”

  Sawyer leaned forward, putting his elbows on the table. “There are a few other things you need to know.”

  “Great.” She rolled her eyes. “Don’t you think you should have put all the cards on the table before turning me into your personal sex slave?” She fought a smile, but the energy wafting from her was on edge.

  “You are not our sex slave, Amanda,” Logan commented. “If anything, we’re yours.”

  She glanced his way, her leg bobbing up and down under the table, making her entire body jiggle and her breasts bounce with every move. “Semantics.”

  Sawyer fought the desire to round the table, grab her by the waist, and lay her out to feast on. She wore nothing but one of Logan’s T-shirts, and it would take less than a half a second to whip it off her. In fact, his cock hardened at the visual.

  “Hello?” Amanda began. “Earth to Sawyer. What do you need to tell me?”

  He shook his head in a futile attempt to clear his mind. “My sisters, my mother, and my grandmother are shaman.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “It means they have some powers, sort of like a sixth sense. They often feel things or know things before they happen.”

  “Uh-huh.” She crossed her arms, her breasts rising above them, her nipples poking at the thin cotton.

  He nodded, trying to ignore the way she affected him with her stance. He didn’t like her closing herself off that way, but on the other hand, she had no idea how it showcased her sexy tits. Glancing away, he continued. “And also, there are these spirit guides.”

  “Spirit guides,” she mimicked, a snarky tone to her voice.

  Luckily Logan dropped the letter he held and took over. “I’ve actually had more experience than Sawyer. He just moved to the area. But I’ve been here my whole life. The Native American spirit guides are real.”

  “Right. So do these spirits hang around on the reservation?” Her face was extremely skeptical if not downright disbelieving.

  “No.” Logan shook his head. “They hang around the mountains mostly, but they come down into the inhabited areas on both ends of the lake occasionally.�
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  “And when would that be?” She was indulging them. But she needed to hear what they had to say, and the best thing was to ignore her doubt and spit it all out.

  “When another set of us mates,” Logan deadpanned.

  She sucked in a breath, hesitating. “Are you serious?” She dropped her arms and set her hands on the edge of the table.

  “Yes. I wish I wasn’t. I saw one of them Thursday before I met Sawyer, and we both saw one, or perhaps the same one, last night.”

  “Last night? At Laurie’s house?”

  “No. We went for a run before you went to bed. In fact, we specifically went to the same location where I’d seen the first spirit the day before.”

  “A run? In the dark? Are you crazy? Who does that?” Her knuckles turned white where she still gripped the table.

  “Wolves,” Sawyer added. “We shifted, hon. We can run farther faster that way, and we don’t need light. We see fine in the dark. It wasn’t that far. About a mile from the house.”

  She stared at him.

  Logan continued. “We need you to know, because there’s a good chance you’ll have similar visions now that we’ve mated. It has happened to all my siblings.”

  “Why?” Her body was so stiff, it killed Sawyer to remain seated while she processed this information.

  “We don’t know, but every mating has accompanied some sort of natural disaster, or even a man-made disaster. It seems the spirits come forward as a warning. They don’t mean anyone any harm. They just want to be heard.”

  “Uh-huh.” She stared at Logan for nearly half a minute before speaking again. “And they told you this?”

  “No.” Logan shook his head again. “Unfortunately they don’t communicate at all. They just hover, but the vibe they give off is ominous. They manifest as a black smoky substance that coalesces into a sort of form, like a bear I would say. A large black bear. That’s just a feeling. It’s really a floating, smoky, agitated, black aura.”

  Amanda released the edge of the table with one hand and rubbed her eyes. “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised, but how many more strange secrets do you have? I’d rather hear them all now. Constantly blindsiding me with new information is making my head spin.”