Melinda's Wolves

by Becca Jameson

  “I’m as perplexed as you.” But Keegan stuffed the weirdness to the back of his head so he could concentrate on the immediate issue—getting his mate off.

  She was needier than he’d ever seen her. Her pussy was soaked, hot, throbbing, swollen.

  He knew the mating would be intense. That was a given. And he was clear on the fact that newly mated pairs—or in this case threesomes—entered a sexual frenzy that was inexplicable. Every mated person he’d known had described it as such.

  What he hadn’t anticipated was this shocking display of total abandon forty-eight hours later.

  It seemed as if the only thing Melinda could focus on was sex. Her mouth fell open, but no sounds came out. Her eyes rolled back. Her body continued to writhe as if she were in a trance.

  And every bit of that view made Keegan’s cock harder by the second.

  “More. God. Please…” Her words tumbled out with urgency.

  Trace released her, sat up, and flipped her body onto her belly, dislodging Keegan’s fingers from between her legs.

  She whimpered, drawing her knees up under her and pressing into the mattress with her hands until she came off the bed on all fours.

  Trace unzipped her dress with shaky fingers and slid the scrap of material over her shoulders, baring her body.

  Keegan almost choked at the vision. His mate rocked back and forth on her hands and knees, her small breasts swinging slightly, the nipples tight points. He couldn’t move. All he could do was watch as Trace lowered her panties over her hips and down her legs until he tossed them aside.

  Naked. Her glorious skin on display.

  Keegan needed to be inside her. He lifted his gaze to Trace who smirked. “You gonna join us?” Trace quickly dropped his clothes on the floor and climbed between Melinda’s legs from behind. He set his hands on her hips.

  Keegan finally moved, removing his clothing also. He crawled around to Melinda’s head and lifted her chin with his fingers. Her mouth lined up with his length. Her eyes were huge now—giant round orbs that pleaded with him. And then she lowered her gaze and leaned forward to lick the tip of his cock.

  Keegan moaned. He released her chin, gripped his dick with one hand, and held her shoulder with the other.

  Shocking him, Melinda thrust forward, her mouth engulfing his stiff length, her lips colliding with his fist. An inhuman sound escaped her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard.

  “Christ, hon.” He was going to come. Fast.

  She started rocking, thrusting her body onto Keegan’s cock and then back into Trace’s hands.

  Trace had a grip on her hips, and he tipped his head back to groan at the ceiling, which meant his cock was buried in their mate’s pussy.

  Keegan had no idea when that had happened. And he didn’t care.

  Lord, his woman could suck. As if she was starving, she devoured him, moaning around his shaft with every draw. And her wicked tongue lapped at the sensitive underside of his dick, making him grit his teeth to keep from coming too fast.

  He released his grip on his length and clamped onto her other shoulder. “I’m gonna come,” he announced, though he wasn’t sure who the information was intended for. It didn’t matter.

  Melinda drew him in deeper, her tight suction his total undoing. In less than a second, his orgasm ripped through him, his come jutting into the back of Melinda’s throat.

  As if she’d done this a thousand times, she held him deep, milking him dry. Amazing, since he knew the only blow job she’d ever given was to Trace yesterday.

  When she finally released him, his cock slipping out of her mouth with a pop, he lifted his gaze to find Trace still buried in her pussy. He held steady, but his face was contorted in a way Keegan knew the man hadn’t come.

  Trace pulled out on a moan. “Slide under her, Keegan. Make her come. She was concentrating so hard on you that she wouldn’t let go.”

  Gladly.

  Keegan understood. Trace was holding back, not about to let himself get off before their mate.

  As he slid his body under hers, he gripped her face and took her lips in a brief kiss.

  Melinda moaned, rocking forward into him.

  Keegan lay on his back and reached for her hips.

  As Trace eased out of her pussy, he nudged her forward. “Spread your legs over Keegan’s mouth, baby.”

  Melinda’s eyes opened wide, seemingly snapping out of a trance. “What?” She shook her head. “No. That’s…”

  With Trace’s help, Keegan managed to get her to climb over his shoulders, and before she could protest further, he lowered her swollen red pussy to his lips.

  Her pheromones were intense, her scent filling him, intoxicating him, making his cock stiffen with renewed need.

  He focused his attention on his mate, sucking her clit between his lips.

  Her knees shook at the sides of his face. Thank God Trace had a firm grip on her, or she would have collapsed onto him. Not that her small frame would be a problem, but he wanted her to enjoy this, and he had much better control with her suspended above him.

  “Oh. My. God.” Her voice was so faint he almost didn’t hear her.

  He smiled against her and then thrust his tongue into her pussy.

  Her thighs stiffened against him as she arched back.

  “I’ve got her, Keegan.” Trace must have angled her against his chest. “That’s it, baby. Let it go.”

  Melinda whimpered.

  Keegan kept up the assault, his hands inching up from her hips to her breasts. He could see the tips of her globes as he pinched them between his fingers.

  Her pussy flooded his mouth, and he sucked every ounce of her flavor, enjoying her taste and the little noises she made in protest. His sweet mate had never contemplated being in this position before. It obviously unnerved her.

  She would get over that embarrassment in a hurry.

  Keegan intended to feast on her often.

  Suddenly, she arched farther back and screamed. Her clit throbbed against his top lip while he rode out her orgasm with the feel of her pulsing tight walls on his tongue.

  “That’s it, baby. God, you’re so fucking sexy,” Trace soothed.

  It had happened too fast for Keegan’s taste, but they had their whole lives to try every position imaginable. And then some.

  At the moment, however, Keegan knew Trace needed to come. Keegan eased his hands from her breasts to under her arms, and before she could possibly process his intent, he flipped her onto her back, almost knocking Trace off balance to do so.

  Melinda squealed, her hands threading into Keegan’s hair where it had come loose around his face.

  He didn’t hesitate, lowering his mouth to her core once again, from above this time. He held her thighs wide, and licked a line up from her pussy to her clit. Before he released her, he flicked his tongue over her tight bud rapidly until she writhed anew.

  And then he pulled himself away and climbed to her side.

  When he met Trace’s gaze, he found a mixture of urgency, frustration, and mirth in his furrowed brow.

  Without comment, Trace jerked his gaze from Keegan to Melinda, drank her in from her face to her spread legs, and then leaned over her and thrust into her tight sheath.

  Melinda moaned loud enough to shake the bed. She grabbed Trace’s biceps with her tiny fingers, her nails digging into his muscles.

  It was so fucking hot watching her come undone as Trace filled her.

  Keegan’s chest swelled. His fingers shook as he cupped her cheek from the side.

  She tipped her face into his hand but held Trace’s gaze. As she should.

  They’d shared women for years, but nothing—absolutely nothing—compared to what this adventure was like with Melinda. Even though she had been a virgin with no experience to speak of, and even though he and Trace had never met her before Saturday night’s party, somehow the three of them fell into a natural rhythm together that defied all reason.

  They were completely in
sync. None of the awkward negotiation of position existed between them. Also lacking was the sensation that any one of them had not been satisfied to the fullest.

  As Keegan watched Trace increase his pace until he came with a deep groan of contentment and then collapse to the other side of Melinda, his leg wrapped over the top of hers, Keegan knew pure bliss.

  All three of them breathed heavily. The room was filled with the scent of their lovemaking. A heady pleasant aroma he never wanted to be without.

  He closed his eyes and smiled.

  “You still haven’t told us where that burst of lust came from, baby,” Trace mumbled from the other side of the bed. “Don’t think for a minute we intend to let you get away with it.”

  “Can’t a girl simply want to have sex with her men?”

  “Yep,” Keegan said. “Any time. But stop avoiding it, and tell us what motivated you this time.”

  Chapter Twenty

  Melinda winced. Jesus. Can’t they just let it go?

  She swallowed around the thought, knowing she hadn’t blocked it well enough.

  Keegan rose onto his elbow at her side. “So there is an explanation. You just aren’t willing to share.” He brushed a lock of hair from her face and leaned forward to set his lips on her nipple, instantly bringing the bud back to life—defying reason.

  She squirmed against him. “I’ve never met a more stubborn pair of men.”

  Trace chuckled. “Baby, your entire life is our top priority.” He lifted her limp hand to his face and rubbed the back of it over his cheek. “It may seem rather old-fashioned and overbearing to you, but we’ll always pay close attention to anything that involves your safety, health, and happiness. When we sense something’s on your mind, we’ll pick it apart until we get to the bottom of it. Better get used to it.”

  She blew out a breath. “I’m not used to having anyone so in my space, literally and figuratively. You both crowd me.” She wiggled her ass back and forth, unable to move more than a few inches in either direction. “And not just my body, but my mind. It’s like a hurricane inside my head. I can’t organize a thought.”

  Keegan reached up to cup the underside of the breast he’d been admiring. “We like it that way.” His voice was teasing.

  “Something about getting pregnant has you flustered. Talk to us.” Trace squeezed her hand tighter and nuzzled it against his face.

  A flush crawled up her cheeks as she took a deep breath and shrugged. “I just want to enjoy you both to myself for a while, okay? I’m not like Rebecca.”

  “In what way?” Keegan asked.

  “I just had sex for the first time on Sunday. I like it. A lot.” She closed her eyes against them and continued. “I want to enjoy things the way they are for a while is all. I have some catching up to do.”

  “And you think if you get pregnant we’ll stop having sex?” Trace asked incredulously.

  She opened her eyes to face him and swallowed. “Rebecca says Griffen and Miles have coddled her from the moment she found out.”

  Trace leaned forward, his brow furrowed. “My brother. Griffen,” he clarified. “I can assure you they’ve been having sex for the last year.”

  “I didn’t say they weren’t having sex.” The heat in her cheeks turned to a flame. She bit her lip.

  It took a second, and then Trace’s lips spread wide. He didn’t take his gaze off Melinda as he spoke. “Keegan, I believe what our mate is saying is she would like to enjoy an extended period of rough kinky sex to make up for lost time before we impregnate her.”

  Yes. Her face could get redder. She lowered her gaze. The scrutiny from both her mates was intense. “Don’t make fun,” she muttered.

  Keegan leaned over her body and took her chin in his hand, angling her face toward his. “We would never make fun of you. We’re just shocked. And we would never ignore such a request. Trust me. If you want to have years of wild uninhibited sex, we’re at your mercy.” He grinned.

  “But I can’t promise I won’t be harassing the hell out of my brother the next time I see him.”

  “Don’t you dare.” Her gaze went wide. “Rebecca confided in me in confidence. You’d seriously damage my relationship with one of the only close friends I have who doesn’t think I’m a freak if you said a word.”

  He scrunched up his nose. “Well shit.”

  “Not to mention the damage you would do to my relationship with you. It’s not easy for me to talk about sex. I have no experience having such a discussion. It’s none of our business how others behave in their bedrooms. I’m just saying I don’t want to find myself pregnant so fast you both decide to practically cut me off from all the fun before I’ve had a chance to fully enjoy it.

  “Rebecca was mated about six weeks before those brutes ‘accidentally’ got her pregnant. Don’t do that to me.”

  “Noted.” Trace leaned down and kissed her lips. “How the hell did we get so lucky?”

  •●•

  Melinda’s eyes shot open. It was dark in the room—the middle of the night. Her mates breathed heavily at her sides, both of them with a hand over her belly. She was hot.

  But the room was suddenly cool, and something had yanked her awake.

  As she blinked in the darkness, adjusting to the lack of light, something caught her attention at the foot of the bed. She eased onto her elbows, her heart beating wildly.

  Sure enough, they were not alone.

  Neither mate moved as she took in the sight in front of her. Except for Sunday afternoon, she’d never been this close to a spirit.

  She wasn’t afraid. Nothing about the cloud of darkness made her fear for her immediate safety. Like Sunday, the smoky substance seemed to organize and crowd in on itself as she watched, forming into a more solid shape. It wasn’t quite human though.

  As she stared, the spirit took on a form that reminded her of a black bear on its hind legs.

  The chill in the room grew more prominent as she watched the shimmering form inch closer. A shiver raced down her spine. If she wasn’t as knowledgeable, she would swear it looked right at her. Or perhaps into her.

  Moments passed. She had no idea how long. Her mouth was dry. She couldn’t bring herself to speak. And besides, what would she say? She knew of no one who’d ever conversed with a spirit.

  With the same slow process it had coalesced in the first place, it eventually spread out once again until she could see right through the gray smoke. It became thinner and thinner until she blinked and it was no more. A brief flicker in the room told her it was gone, the temperature rising to warm the goose bumps that had formed on her arms.

  “Fuck me.”

  Melinda jerked her gaze to find Keegan’s eyes wide open, staring into the space where the spirit had been.

  “No shit,” Trace said on her other side. He pulled himself up to sitting as she shifted her attention to him.

  She’d had no idea either mate had awoken.

  Trace ran a hand through his hair. “What the hell was that?”

  Keegan sat upright also. “I’d say that was a swift kick in my ass to inform me not to doubt anything our sweet mate ever says again.”

  Melinda smiled and leaned into Keegan’s chest. “I don’t think the spirits much care about your personal beliefs, sweetheart. But I’m certainly glad I don’t have to spend the day trying to convince you that happened.”

  “What did it mean?” Trace asked.

  “No idea. But we need to be diligent.”

  “I thought you said these black smoky spirits liked to hang out at the mountain peaks?” Keegan wrapped an arm around Melinda. His chest was warm, but his hand was freezing.

  She dodged his fingers at the side of her breast. “That’s always been the case in the past, until Sunday when I met up with one halfway to the top on our run.”

  “Was it the same one?” Trace asked.

  She shrugged. “I have no idea. I saw the same thing you did.”

  Keegan chuckled. “They all look alike?”
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  “Ha ha.” She twisted her head up to face him. “I think I for sure better make a stop by your construction site tomorrow before I go to my shop.”

  “Yeah.” He eased back onto the mattress, taking her with him. “I’m just worried about what you’ll discover. Seems like you can bring more revelations to that site in a few minutes than all my inspecting has unearthed in months.”

  “Careful,” Trace said as he lay back down also, setting his hand on her belly. “She’ll put you out of a job in no time.”

  Melinda giggled. “Hardly think so. It’s not like we can announce to all the men working on the foundation—half of whom aren’t even lupine—that they need to be aware of black cloudy spirits coming to warn them of imminent danger.”

  “What do we do?” Keegan asked.

  “All I can do is keep my mind open, pay attention to the signs, and let you know what I feel. You, in turn, have no option but to find a way to heed my advice in a convincing way that won’t send people running from you to hire an exorcist.”

  “Great.” Keegan kissed the top of her head and pulled her closer to his side. “I’ll never get back to sleep now.”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Melinda followed Keegan to the casino site first thing in the morning. It was early. Most of the men hadn’t arrived yet. They’d done so intentionally.

  As she shut her car door and rounded the hood to catch up, Keegan stopped moving in front of her.

  She set her hand on his back. “What’s the matter?”

  He shivered. “I don’t know. But I think I’ve suddenly got a bit of your mojo or something. It feels weird.” He glanced around while his hand threaded with hers, tugging her into his side.

  Melinda scanned the area. It was chilly this early. She wrapped her free arm around his biceps and leaned her cheek against his arm. “I don’t see anything.”

  He stepped forward, ignoring her, his attention riveted to the center of the foundation.

  Melinda had a lot of difficulty envisioning what the casino was supposed to look like when complete since the only parts present so far were the concrete foundation and about a third of the wood framework.