Melinda's Wolves

by Becca Jameson

  Trace nibbled her lips and then across her cheek to her ear. “Jesus, you’re a fireball. I’m gonna come in my shorts.”

  Her blood pumped harder. She struggled to free her arms trapped over her head, glad for the firm grasp that didn’t let her win. She needed this. She needed them to push her over the edge without her will being involved. She needed it as badly as she needed her next breath.

  “Please.” She attempted to buck her hips again, brought up short while Keegan pinched her clit.

  Her mouth fell open, her head tipping back.

  So close.

  And then he thrust his finger back into her and fucked her with that one digit.

  Nothing in her life had ever felt this good. His finger provided a totally different sensation than any vibrator under her control ever did. The unknown. The fact that he could pull it out and thrust it back in at any moment. Completely consumed, she wanted more.

  He gave her more, flattening his hand against her so that every time his finger reached as far as possible, his palm landed on her clit.

  She felt the quickening deep inside.

  “So damn tight,” he muttered.

  And then Trace eased his hand from her belly until it ran into Keegan’s. When his thumb landed on her clit and pressed, she shattered. Her pussy pulsed, her clit throbbed. Her entire body seemed to float away from her physical form as the orgasm destroyed her forever.

  Chapter Six

  Keegan watched as his woman came completely undone before his eyes.

  Nothing could have prepared him for the humbling experience of bringing her to such a height with his fingers. And he would cherish this night for life.

  So exposed, she tipped her head back, her neck extending. Her mouth hung open. And the noise she made as she came around his finger was priceless.

  She was loud.

  She was wiggly.

  She was indeed a fireball waiting to explode.

  And she was his. For the rest of his life, he and Trace would make her hum. No matter how long it took to fully claim her, it would be worth it.

  Every move she made chipped away another piece of his heart.

  He was putty in her hands. Her sweet, tiny, dainty hands. The ones he and Trace held over her head. Or perhaps it would be more appropriate to say she held on to them. Her nails dug into the back of his hands where she gripped him so hard it almost hurt.

  She breathed heavily as she slowly relaxed her body into the bed. Her eyes remained closed for long minutes while he and Trace stroked her skin lightly, everywhere they could reach. Up and down her thighs, across her gorgeous breasts, her belly, her neck, her face.

  He wanted to capture this moment forever.

  Pure bliss.

  Finally, her eyes fluttered open, her cheeks pinkening.

  He smiled down at her. “There are no words. Thank you for letting us experience that, honey.”

  She furrowed her brow, licking her lips. “Thank me? Thank you. That was…”

  Trace leaned forward to kiss her forehead. “Beautiful.”

  “Unbelievable,” she added. And then she bit her lip again, her shy side seeping back in. “You, um…”

  “We’re fine,” Keegan finished. “We’ll live. We want what’s best for you.”

  He was nowhere near fine. And he knew Trace couldn’t be either. His cock ached like never before. And he would have to take care of it sooner or later if he didn’t want blue balls.

  But he would never tell her that.

  She wasn’t ready. Hell, she was so fucking tight, it would take effort to get into her pussy, let alone her ass.

  He almost groaned.

  She squirmed, tugging her arms free. “I’ve had orgasms before,” she admitted. “Lots of them. I’m good with a vibrator. But nothing has ever compared to that.”

  Trace grinned. “Oh, baby, there’s so much more than that. It’s going to be amazing watching you blossom beneath us.”

  She glanced down and then giggled and crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m so naked.”

  Keegan chuckled. “It happens when you have sex. So much easier.”

  “Except no one had sex,” she added.

  “You did, hon.” Keegan closed the gap and took her lips. He needed to taste her.

  Heaven. She opened readily for him, letting him inside her mouth, her tongue instantly tangling with his in a slow dance while he explored every inch of her mouth.

  When he released her lips, they both heaved for oxygen.

  She pushed him off her and wiggled her sweet ass back until she managed to sit up. Her breasts were fantastic. Pert and small with pink tips that begged him to suckle them.

  Instead he met her gaze.

  She hedged for a second and then spoke. “I need to see you both…naked.” She twisted her head to face Trace as she finished, reaching to run her fingers down his cheek.

  Trace set a hand on her thigh and inched it upward. “Hmmm” was all he said.

  Keegan knew what Trace was thinking. That was going to be difficult. “Hon, that’s not wise.”

  She lifted her brows. “Wise? It’s only fair. We can make it wise.”

  Trace groaned. “Baby, we’re hanging on by a thread. It’s precarious at best. I really don’t want to come in my own hand in front of you.”

  “Good. Because you said I was a fireball. You just awakened me. I need more. I’m not saying I can let both of you claim me together yet, but I need you inside me. I want to know what it feels like. I’m burning up.”

  Keegan gulped at her words. He paused about a half a second and then eased from the bed and shrugged off his shorts and underwear. He immediately grabbed his cock at the base and squeezed. He was so damn close, he could shoot off just looking at his mate. And unlike Trace, he didn’t really care how he came, as long as he did. And soon.

  Trace didn’t bother to get up. He lifted his ass and shrugged his clothes off without standing. His cock bobbed in the air as Melinda’s gaze jerked from Keegan’s dick to Trace’s.

  Her eyes were wide. Her mouth open.

  Yep. She was stunned.

  Nevertheless, she leaned over Trace and ran a finger down his length.

  Keegan almost groaned watching her. He gently stroked his hand up and down his length, gritting his teeth.

  Trace, however, did moan. He fisted the sheet on both sides of his body as she explored him further, leaning closer, delicately touching his cock as though it were fragile.

  “You can grab it, baby,” Trace muttered. “It’s sturdy.”

  “Mmm. I’m pretty educated. Just exploring.” She scooted to her knees and wrapped her small hand around his length.

  “Holy Mother of God,” Trace breathed. His hips rose off the bed. And then he grabbed her wrist and removed her hand. “Yeah, I thought I could tolerate your touch, but I lied.”

  Keegan climbed back onto the bed then and kneeled behind Melinda. He inched right up to her back and set his hands on her hips. His cock nestled against her ass. He let one hand slide around to her belly and down between her legs. She was still wet, or wet again. He eased his fingers between her folds, tucking her quickly up against him with his other hand when she swayed.

  Keegan lifted his gaze over her head to look at Trace. “You’ll need to stretch her first. She’s so damn tight.”

  Trace nodded.

  Keegan pulled her with him as he spun them both around, sat at the head of the bed, and leaned back. He spread his legs and sat her between them, his cock plastered against her lower back. “Lift your legs over mine, honey.”

  Melinda’s breaths came faster. She gripped his arms around her waist and spread her knees a few inches.

  Trace crawled between Keegan’s legs and gently maneuvered Melinda’s ankles apart, spreading her wider than before.

  She gasped, her fingers tightening on Keegan’s arms once again. Her head rolled back on his shoulder.

  He glanced down at her nipples, puckered and dark pink. “Breathe, hon. Tr
ace will take it slow.” She was so tiny. All of her was proportionately small.

  Trace kneeled between her legs. He set his hands on her thighs and stroked up and down until she started to shake and lifted her butt off the bed. She whimpered, never releasing her death grip.

  Keegan snaked one arm out, leaving the other tight under her breasts for her to grip. He brushed her hair off her face and tucked it behind her ear. As he set his lips on her lobe, nibbling the soft flesh, he whispered to her. “You’re amazing. Beautiful. Raw. Sensual. We’re so fucking lucky.”

  She shivered.

  He continued. “Trace is going to stretch you now. Neither of us is small. It will hurt a little the first time, no matter what we do, but after the initial shock, you’ll adjust to us.”

  She nodded subtly, her bottom lip between her teeth.

  Keegan reached to tug it free and stroked his thumb over her lip. When she licked the tip, he lowered his hand to her nipple and stroked it with his thumb, keeping it hard, maintaining her edge.

  Trace held her wide open, his gaze narrowing on her pussy. He gripped her thighs, his thumbs gliding through her folds over and over.

  She lifted her hips again.

  Keegan knew she needed contact with her clit. But she would have to wait. Trace was a patient man. He liked his sex to last. He would want Melinda to be pliant and unbelievably needy when he took her.

  Keegan watched as Trace pressed his thumb inside her tight warmth.

  Melinda inhaled sharply.

  Trace fucked her slowly with the one thumb and then added the other. His gaze lifted to her face as he pressed both thumbs inside her at once.

  Keegan watched her eyes. They fluttered. She held her breath. Her mouth fell open, no sound coming out. Slowly a smile spread across her lips, hardly noticeable, but there all the same.

  Her grip loosened as Trace fucked her tight pussy with his thumbs.

  Keegan knew the moment he began to stretch outward. She winced, and then slowly released the tension. “Please,” she pleaded.

  He loved hearing that word from her and hoped to hear it millions of times in their lives.

  “Scoot down,” Trace commanded. He removed his fingers, tugged her hips, and helped lower her onto her back. Her head rested on one of Keegan’s thighs.

  His cock bobbed next to her ear. He reached over her to cup both breasts with his hands, molding them until she lifted her chest off the bed.

  “God. Trace. Please.”

  “Almost, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.” He squeezed three fingers together, turned his hand palm up, and pressed into her.

  Her hands flew to Keegan’s shins, grabbing him to hold on.

  In.

  Out.

  In.

  Out.

  Slow torture she endured for several thrusts until finally she broke. “God. Stop. Please. Trace. I need you. I’m gonna come. I want you inside me.”

  Trace pulled his fingers from her channel and lifted them to his mouth. He watched her face as he sucked each finger clean of her juices, moaning around her flavor, making Keegan wish he could press his face into her pussy and suck her until she came in his mouth.

  He would. Later.

  Trace gripped his cock, stroked it from bottom to tip, and leaned over to align himself with their mate. “Baby, look at me. Slow and easy. Stop me if I hurt you.”

  She nodded.

  He placed the head against her entrance and inched in and out, cautiously holding on to his control. Every ounce of his restraint was written on his face.

  Melinda held her breath again, her fingers digging into Keegan’s legs.

  “So tight… You’re gonna kill me, baby.”

  She moaned in response, her head tipping back on Keegan’s thigh, elongating her neck.

  He plucked her nipples, increasing his pressure with every thrust from Trace’s cock. He took his cues from her reaction, pinching and pulling on the tiny buds as she writhed beneath his hands.

  She suddenly unmanned him when she rolled her head toward his cock and licked the shaft. Her hips bucked at the same time, forcing Trace deeper.

  “Baby…” Trace uttered no other word, but leaned over her closer, setting his hands outside Keegan’s thighs. “Eyes on me, baby.” His control was close to exploding.

  Melinda turned her head toward Trace.

  He took her mouth with his as he pushed the rest of the way home, an act made obvious by the tension in his spine and the sharp squeak he swallowed from their mate. Trace held steady, buried deep, kissing her into submission until she relaxed and began to wiggle. “Please.”

  That one word again. It made Keegan feel totally at her mercy.

  Trace lifted a few inches and spoke again. “Fingers on your clit, baby.”

  Her eyes widened. She shook her head.

  “Fingers on your clit,” he repeated. “Make yourself come while I take you. I can’t reach.”

  “Trace. I already came. I’m good.”

  He grinned. “Baby, not even close. You’ll come with me inside you, or I’ll pull out and make you come with my mouth before I finish. Got it?”

  She gasped.

  Keegan loved the shock on her face.

  Finally she released one of his shins and wiggled her hand between their bodies.

  He knew the moment she stroked herself by her sigh.

  Trace pulled out and thrust back in.

  “Oh God.” Her eyes closed as she lost herself in the sensations. “It’s too much.”

  “No way, hon. Come for us, Melinda. We want to watch.” Keegan pinched her nipples again, harder, pulling them away from her body as he did so.

  He watched her arm move, knowing she had resumed stroking herself.

  A glance at Trace showed gritted teeth, a resolve that was at its limit. Suddenly, he pulled out, lowered his body, and planted his face between her legs so fast even Keegan didn’t see it coming.

  But he knew Trace. No way would the man let himself come without seeing to Melinda first. If he was resorting to this, he was desperate and too close to hold back.

  Trace grabbed Melinda’s fingers and pulled them away, holding them against her belly as he lowered his mouth and consumed her, sucking her clit in between his lips before she had any idea what he intended.

  She screamed. Not surprising. Women said Trace was a master with his tongue. Her entire body went tense in seconds, and then her orgasm made her thrust up into Trace’s face, her feet digging into the mattress on the outside of Keegan’s knees.

  Trace released her, crawled back up her body, took her mouth with his, and thrust home. He fucked her faster this time. Only a few strokes before he held steady and deep.

  All three of their bodies vibrated with the explosion of two orgasms shaking the bed.

  As badly as Keegan’s cock protested the lack of attention, it was almost worth it to watch his other two mates fuck between his legs.

  Trace’s arms shook at his sides. He continued to kiss Melinda for long moments until he finally released her lips, placed a last peck on her nose, and pulled from her body. “You’re phenomenal, baby. There are no words. I’m humbled and forever at your mercy.”

  She was panting when Trace rose, her body looser than it had been since they first met. She released her grip on Keegan’s leg and twisted her neck to look up at him, blinking, licking her lips. Lips he knew were covered with her own flavor.

  And then she surprised him, struggling to sit up, turn around, and face him on her knees. She cupped his cheeks and leaned forward to kiss him.

  Keegan almost came when her flavor hit his mouth. How she had the energy to torture him like this, he had no idea, but while she kissed him, she crawled over his legs, straddling him. Her pussy lined up with his cock perfectly.

  He gripped her hips, afraid of hurting her.

  But she didn’t hesitate. Before he could voice his concern or stop her, she slid down his cock, not stopping until he was completely embedded inside her.


  He released her lips, unable to do otherwise, his eyes rolling back in his head. She was so fucking tight. He was going to blow so fast.

  “Mmm. That feels so damn good,” she whispered, lifting up and thrusting back down. “I think I like being in control.” Her words were concise. Not slurred the way they had been when Trace entered her. She was more aware of her surroundings post orgasm.

  And she teased the hell out of his cock, lifting and lowering at a pace he couldn’t predict.

  He was aware of Trace behind her on his knees, his hands coming around to toy with her tits before lowering to her clit.

  She moaned and stopped talking when he hit his mark, setting her forehead against Keegan’s. “Trace. Stop. I can’t… Not again…”

  “You can, baby. You will.”

  She thrust faster, probably keeping up with the quick action of Trace’s fingers on her clit.

  Keegan helped her, lifting and lowering her waist with every stroke, knowing she had to be exhausted, sated, and replete.

  “I’m so close, Trace,” he told his partner in crime, warning him to make her come soon before it was too late.

  Trace met Keegan’s gaze and smiled, a knowing look sparkling in his eyes. He didn’t need to say a word for Keegan to read that devious look.

  The next thing he knew, Trace removed one hand from in front and tucked it between him and Melinda.

  Melinda thrust down and squirmed. “Trace…”

  No doubt in Keegan’s mind that Trace was toying with her tighter rear hole. In her state of bliss, she would allow it, enjoy it.

  “Relax, baby. Just one finger. I have enough lubrication from your pussy. Let me in.”

  Melinda didn’t move for long seconds while Keegan watched Trace’s motions.

  And then she groaned and righted herself to resume fucking Keegan as if her life depended on it. Harder and faster she thrust, while Trace stroked her clit in front and her tight bud in the rear.

  In seconds she was there, screaming out her release, her pussy gripping Keegan’s cock so hard, he came right behind her. He tugged her down over him, embedding himself in her warmth and letting the waves of his come pulse into her tightness.