Lindsey's Wolves

by Becca Jameson

Her licking and nibbling seemed like a perfectly good angle to him.

  “I need to taste you. Take you in my mouth.”

  Alex shook his head, even though no one could see him. If she did that, he’d blow instantly. He let go of his cock and grabbed her face with his hand.

  Lindsey twisted like a contortionist trying to get him into her sweet mouth.

  “Hang on.” Ryan pulled out of her on a long groan and flipped her over without missing a beat. Two seconds later, she was on all fours, her face level with Alex’s begging dick which she immediately sucked into the recesses of her mouth like a starving woman.

  She was an expert. He shook to think another man had experienced this with her.

  Lindsey gripped his thighs with both hands, holding her upper body above him. When she pulled back with a small pop, she muttered against his shaft. “No, I haven’t been with anyone else like this. You’re the first. Don’t think I can’t tell what you’re thinking even though I’m not completely as connected as you two are yet.” She smiled up at him serenely and then sucked him back into her warmth with the same firm grip she’d had before.

  Alex glanced at Ryan and pleaded, “I’m not going to last.”

  Ryan pushed Lindsey’s legs apart and angled himself once again at her entrance from behind. “I was waiting on you. As soon as I seat myself inside her I’m going to come.”

  “Ryan…” she begged around the mouthful of cock as she sucked Alex back between her soft lips.

  Ryan shoved forward, entering her to the hilt in one stroke. “God almighty. You’re going to kill us woman.” He closed his eyes, head thrown back, and Alex watched as his jaw held tight.

  Lindsey sucked even harder on Alex and bucked against Ryan, her body begging him to move.

  “Oh, honey…” Ryan lowered his head, seemingly in control for at least another stroke. He reached around and apparently grasped her clit, because she writhed and moaned, wiggling against Ryan and sucking the life out of Alex while she climaxed for the third time.

  “God, baby.” Alex couldn’t hold on. He pressed against her head with his hand to dislodge himself. “I’m going to come, Lin. Pull back.”

  The minx didn’t move. She just sucked him deeper and swallowed. That was it. Alex came so hard it almost hurt. The pulsing of his cock in rhythm with the sucking movement of her mouth. She never let loose and swallowed every drop until he was drained.

  Somewhere in the middle, Ryan yelled out Lindsey’s name and held himself rigid and tight against her backside while he joined in the climax of a lifetime.

  Chapter 8

  Three limp bodies lay sprawled on top of each other against the cool blanket. Lindsey lifted one eye and noticed for the first time night had fallen while she’d been engaged in the best sex she could have ever imagined. Better than that actually.

  They were all three still breathing as though they’d just been for a long hard run. Lindsey had landed on her side. Her face was pressed against Alejandro’s thigh, his staff still pulsing in front of her face, not completely deflated.

  Ryan’s hands were splayed against her ass, caressing the globe. Her leg was trapped beneath his body where he’d collapsed beside her. His breath fanned erratically against her side.

  “That was … um…” Someone had to speak.

  “Yeah, it was, mi alma. Amazing.”

  “Unbelievable.” Ryan’s lips tickled her stomach which began to twitch away from his breath. He grasped her ass and pulled her closer to nibble on her waist.

  The aftermath of great sex left her ticklish and she giggled against him. “Mercy. Stop.”

  “Never,” Ryan muttered and made a path up her body, dragging himself off her leg. “Never.”

  “We should move inside. It’s going to get chilly out here.” Alex brushed loose strands of hair from her face, his fingertips brushing across her cheek tenderly.

  “Yeah, we should.” Ryan didn’t make any movements to go with his words.

  With a tremor, Lindsey was the first to lift her head. Maybe if she just pushed up with her arms she’d be able to stand. Maybe not. She slumped back down against Alex’s thigh.

  His chuckle reverberated through his body and shook her cheek. “Come on, nymph. Let’s get you inside. You need a nice long, hot bath. You’re going to be sore.”

  Thank goodness he had the energy to lift and pull her to standing.

  The wetness of their lovemaking drew her attention to the space between her legs. Shit, they hadn’t even used a condom. What the hell was wrong with her? She was on the pill, but still. She didn’t make a habit of sleeping around without using protection. With a quiver, she yanked her mind from those thoughts. Did wolves even carry human diseases?

  Ryan stood next to them. While he collected a pile of discarded clothing, Alex picked up the blanket, shook off the leaves, and wrapped it around Lindsey’s shoulders.

  So endearing. Flanked by two naked men who didn’t have a care in the world, she ambled toward the house. It was definitely after dusk and night sounds filled the air, the rustling of the leaves, birds, even an owl could be heard.

  Alex held her arm as they climbed the front stairs while Ryan pushed through the door with his butt and propped it open.

  She squeezed past him, his perfect naked body completely on display. She had to turn sideways not to brush against his once-again stiff shaft.

  Geez, how many rounds can these guys go? Of course they’d only come once to her three.

  Her cheeks flamed. Now wasn’t the time to get all prissy. You are not a slut.

  “Honey,” Ryan dropped the clothes, kicked the door shut, and wrapped her in his embrace. She let her head fall against his shoulder while Alex pressed against her back and snaked an arm around her middle.

  Ryan continued, “We aren’t completely privy to your thoughts, but reading your face is easy.” He tilted her head back and gazed into her eyes, a stern look on his face. “You are beautiful and sexy and strong. We both adore you and worship you. Whatever doubts you are having, toss them out the window.”

  She tried a wry smile. “Point me toward a tub.” She needed warm water. And a glass of wine.

  “I’ll grab the wine and meet you guys upstairs,” Alejandro stated.

  They might not be inside her head yet, but man they were in tune with her thoughts already.

  Ryan followed her up the stairs, holding the length of the blanket up so she wouldn’t trip. At the top, he aimed her down a hall and into a huge bedroom.

  She sucked in a breath. It was enormous. “Is this your room normally?”

  “Yep. Do you like it?”

  “Love it.” The walls were painted a deep navy, the curtains matching. Her bare feet were in luxury as she padded across the thick beige carpet with flecks of jewel tones. Who needed a bed with a floor this soft and inviting?

  She turned to face the bed though—king-sized and covered with the same color navy sheets and duvet as the walls and window coverings.

  “Come on.” Ryan interrupted her thoughts and pulled on her hand. A few steps to the left and she was in the largest bathroom she’d ever seen. The dark brown tile floor was covered with plush navy rugs that matched the bedroom décor. The centerpiece in the middle of the room was a deep whirlpool tub that made Lindsey practically moan imagining the luxurious bath she was going to have.

  Ryan left her in the doorway and scurried around. She couldn’t take her eyes off his tanned muscular frame. He flipped on the water, grabbed towels, arranged soaps, and then turned to smile at her, all while wearing not a stitch of clothing. “Are you coming?”

  Suddenly timid, Lindsey padded forward with small, trepid steps. She was naked, only the blanket wrapped around her. Of course Ryan was naked too and it didn’t seem to faze him.

  Is he going to stay? Watch me bathe?

  “Come on in.” He tested the water with one hand. “Water’s perfect.”

  Steam wafted up from the bath to fill the room. The fog created wasn’t near
ly enough to give her the confidence needed to drop the quilt, however.

  Sure, they’d just had wild sex outside. But that had been different. She’d been … not in her right mind apparently. And it was dusk. Now?

  She bit her bottom lip and peered into the filling tub.

  Ryan reached across her and grabbed a bottle of something with a pink lid. Seemed crazy that this manly man beside her kept anything so girly looking in his bathroom.

  Moments later, as he poured a stream of the contents into the swirling water, she realized what he held. Bubbles.

  “Now?” He held an arm out to the tub and raised his eyebrows, a tight smile across his face as she stared up at him.

  “Are you going to … um, stay?”

  “Honey, I’m going to do more than stay. I’m going to get in with you.”

  Until he tugged on the blanket, an attempt to get her motivated, she hadn’t realized the iron grip she had on the corners.

  Why the hell are you being so modest? Get in.

  Ryan let go with one hand and pulled enough with the other to bring her into his embrace, his free arm wrapping around her.

  “Oh, hon, you’re adorable.” He nibbled around her neck and up to her ear before breathing onto her lobe with the perfect combination of air and tongue to send a chill down her body.

  As he made his way across her cheek to her mouth, she felt her body relaxing against him. Her grip lessoned. She wanted this man again. What was happening to her?

  The blazing hot kiss caused her to lose all other senses. All she knew was Ryan’s taste, the feel of his tongue on hers, the smell of his personal musk. She couldn’t think.

  And that had been his objective, she realized, when the blanket slipped to the floor and Ryan scooped her limp body into his embrace and set her in the delightfully perfect water.

  He didn’t even break the kiss, just climbed in beside her. Gentle pressure on her shoulders made her bend her knees until she was seated on the bottom of the tub.

  Only then did he stop torturing her with his lips, his tongue. He pulled back a few inches and gazed into her eyes with a hungry look that told her everything she needed to know about where this was going.

  Ryan slipped behind her and sat down, his legs straddling hers. He leaned against the tub with a low moan and pulled her back against his chest, his arms coiling around her middle.

  “This feels fantastic,” she mumbled. Every muscle in her tight body relaxed as she settled against his chest. Her arms shook and floated up to the surface. She was weightless and powerless to do anything except let Ryan hold her. Her eyes fluttered closed.

  “Ahh, that looks so inviting. Is there room for one more?” Alejandro’s voice broke the silence. Lindsey jolted upright, jerking from Ryan’s arms. Her breasts came out of the water and she instinctively reached to cover herself. How had she forgotten about Alex? She needed a shrink. Hell, she had a shrink. She needed daily visits apparently. She was going insane.

  Alex chuckled. “Did you get all modest on us?”

  “She did. Took a lot of coaxing to get her into the tub in the first place.”

  Alejandro arranged the contents of his hands, three glasses and a bottle of Merlot, on the edge of the tub.

  “Um, babe? I think the modest ship has sailed. We’ve seen you naked.” His smile was genuine. He wasn’t mocking her. “Bellísima, I might add.” He filled each glass and set the bottle back down.

  “Sorry, I…” You what? It’s a little late for this act isn’t it?

  “It’s okay, cariña. We understand. This will take some getting used to.” Alejandro climbed into the tub. He faced her and spread his own long, gorgeous legs to land over the top of both hers and Ryan’s.

  She held her breath as she watched his once again stiff cock bob around in front of him as he lowered into the water until it was out of sight. Only then did it occur to her she was staring. When her gaze jumped to his face, she found him grinning.

  The flush that rushed to cover her cheeks left her extremely hot and nervous.

  “Lin, baby. Look all you want. Any time you want. I like how your eyes light up and your skin turns pink. Don’t be embarrassed.”

  “Hey, why can’t I hear your thoughts now?” Shouldn’t she be able to connect with them after that mind-blowing episode on the front lawn? Wasn’t that how it worked? “I thought…”

  Ryan pulled her back against him into the position she’d been in before Alejandro entered. One hand, however, did not exactly land in the same spot around her waist this time, but instead began to draw circles around her breast. She gasped when he flicked lightly over the nipple and then resumed the spiral pattern with one finger, circling gradually away from the center and then back in to once again flick her nipple.

  She moaned and her head lulled back against Ryan’s shoulder.

  “How can I possibly be aroused again?”

  Alex leaned forward and gently clasped her chin with one hand. He placed a sweet chaste kiss on her lips. “The claiming process has begun. That’s why you need us again, mi amor. And you’ll find it more and more difficult to resist the temptation over the next few days. My brother said his mate turned into a complete nymphomaniac when they were going through the process.” He smiled, eyes wide with … hope?

  “Oh, no…” She held her breath. He was so sexy with his hair all ruffled and falling across his eyebrow. If her arms weren’t so floaty, she’d have reached to brush the locks away from his eyes.

  All her blood seemed to have drained to her core, however, and none was left to control her limbs.

  Alex relaxed back against his side of the tub and lifted one of her feet into his hands. He pressed on her insole and massaged away any stress she was feeling. Her limp body went even more flaccid as he worked over her toes and heel.

  Ryan mumbled into her ear. “You can’t connect with us mentally yet because the process isn’t complete.”

  “Why not?” She twisted her face toward him, her lips landing only a breath from his. “We just…”

  “It wasn’t enough. We have to take you at the same time, honey. You weren’t ready for that.”

  “At the same time? What was that if it wasn’t ‘at the same time?’”

  She shook her head.

  Ryan laid his forehead on hers and clasped her face with one hand, his other falling away from her breast. His gaze bore into her.

  She sucked air in and out so rapidly she thought she’d hyperventilate.

  “I can’t,” she whispered. “I just can’t.”

  “You will, honey. Give it time. We’ve nothing but time. Just relax. Take a deep breath. No one is forcing you to move at a quicker pace than you are ready for.”

  Ryan released her chin, which only caused her to resume shaking her head slowly back and forth.

  “You don’t understand.” She furrowed her brow. There was no way in hell she could have sex “that way.” She couldn’t even bring herself to think the words, let alone participate in the act.

  Ryan pulled her body back against his and Alex switched to her other foot.

  Lindsey gasped for air.

  Deep inhale… Deep exhale… You can do it.

  “We do understand.” He brushed the locks of hair that had fallen over her eyes away from her face. Long strands floated around her. “We are not pressuring you. We won’t have to. You’ll see. You will crave the claiming as much as we do. In fact, you’ll beg us to take you at once soon.”

  She felt his smile against her neck. Thank goodness he didn’t laugh out loud.

  Alex moved to her calves. When had they gotten so stiff? His expert touch was so professional. Of course he did say his sisters had taught him everything he knew. She’d have to thank them.

  Shit. What was she thinking? She’d never be able to face them. She was sleeping with their brother … and another man for heaven’s sake.

  She had to concentrate to talk over the wild assault on her body. Between the hands climbing expertly up her l
egs, working out every knot she’d ever accrued, and the fingers resuming their delicate dance around her nipples, she was tongue-tied.

  “No. You can’t comprehend what I was taught as a child.” She took a deep breath, only causing her chest to heave into Ryan’s palm. “If women aren’t meant to enjoy sex or even participate in it except for the express purpose of procreation, what do you think the church preaches about … that?”

  Alex chuckled. “That? You mean me burying my cock in that sweet ass of yours?” He reached her thigh simultaneous with his explicit words, both hands wrapping around her, rubbing up and down the length of muscles, precariously close to her sex.

  “Yes … that. Do you have to be so crass about—” She gasped when his fingers brushed against her entrance.

  He’d obviously told Ryan precisely when he was going to do it, too, because both nipples got pinched in unison with Alex’s intimate contact.

  “What was that, cariña? Did you say something?”

  The evidence of Ryan’s arousal was pressing against her back, growing with her own anticipation. His hands molded and squeezed her breasts simultaneously now, applying more pressure than before. Pressure she welcomed, needed.

  A fire burned in her stomach, an ache she’d never even known existed until tonight. Sure, she’d masturbated alone occasionally in the past. Dr. Mathius had encouraged her to in order to get more acquainted with her body. See herself as a sexual being. But, it had been so clinical. Never had she felt this quickening, this need for release.

  When Alex switched thighs, she couldn’t stand it another minute. She reached for him with her hands to still his own, leaned forward and grasped his fingers with her palms, her breath heavy, her head tipped down, a veil of her hair surrounding her face so all she saw was the rippling of the water. All she heard was the pop popping of the tiny bubbles inside her little cocoon.

  Gently, Ryan released her breasts and ran his palms down her arms until his fingers tangled with hers. He tugged them away from Alex and tucked her arms under his own, trapping her against him. “Let us bring you pleasure, Lin. Get used to it. We’re going to do it so often you’ll be exhausted.”