Melinda's Wolves

by Becca Jameson

  Melinda released her lip as though his words were all she needed to cut loose and let the dam flow. “Keegan. Oh…God.” Her knees shook.

  Trace gripped her tighter.

  Keegan was relentless. He had no ability to give her a slow build, and Trace knew it wasn’t what she wanted either.

  In just moments, she was writhing against the bed, her head flopping to one side. Her body stiffened.

  “That’s it, baby. Come for us.” Trace tweaked her nipple and then switched to the other one.

  Melinda shattered, her small frame jerking all over as she visibly pulsed around Keegan’s mouth and fingers.

  Before the orgasm subsided, Keegan righted himself, tugged her farther up the bed, and climbed over her body. Two seconds later, he thrust into her tight channel.

  Trace watched in awe as Melinda screamed around the sudden intrusion. She gripped Keegan’s arms, looked into his eyes, and spoke in the silkiest voice Trace had ever heard. “Please. Fuck me. I need rough.”

  They’d done fast and hard, but never rough.

  Keegan smiled down at her and nodded. “I can do rough, hon.” And then he pulled out and plunged back in.

  Melinda hissed. “Yes… Again…”

  Keegan gave her what she needed, what he undoubtedly needed also.

  Trace climbed onto the bed and stroked her stiff arm where she held on to Keegan as if he were a lifeline.

  Her gaze shot over to meet Trace’s. Her mouth fell open, her eyes wide.

  “You’re fine, baby. Concentrate on Keegan. I won’t be left out.” Even watching the two of them together was heavenly. If Melinda ended up too sated to repeat the performance, he could easily take care of himself next to her.

  “Not gonna last,” Keegan muttered.

  “Never wanted you to.” Melinda returned her gaze to Keegan and stroked up and down his biceps.

  Keegan dipped his head. “Need your mouth, hon.” He took her lips, angling his face to the side to devour her. Every thrust was more powerful, demanding, needy. Not surprising. A few narrow escapes from death would do that to a man.

  Trace could feel the intensity of the sex. It vibrated in the room, making his cock throb. He wrapped his free hand around his length and stroked it from the base to the tip, fighting a groan that would distract Melinda from the deep place she was luxuriating in.

  He watched as she lifted her hips to meet Keegan’s thrusts.

  And then Keegan plunged one last time into her depths, tipped his head back, and growled around his orgasm. His rigid body held suspended over hers appeared ready to collapse. His arms shook as he pulsed into their mate.

  On a very reluctant moan, he removed himself from her sheath and fell to her side, landing on his back.

  Next to each other, they were the vision of pure contentment.

  And then Melinda lifted a hand. “Trace. Need you.”

  He watched her expression as her face changed from its momentary relaxed bliss to renewed desire. She reached for him. “The same as Keegan. Please. Make me forget the world. It was so peaceful.”

  He knew what she meant. That euphoria one felt right before they came. He’d experienced it many times in the last week. The world melted away, leaving nothing but his own bliss and the joint bliss of his mates. He could feel what they felt. The sensation grew stronger every time they mated.

  “Give her what she needs, Trace.” Keegan’s voice was gravelly. He turned onto his side and tugged Melinda’s knee up toward him, exposing her more fully.

  Melinda dug her other foot into the bed and lifted her hips.

  She blinked at him, pleading with her eyes.

  Without breaking her gaze, Trace climbed between her legs, lined his cock up with her tight pussy, and thrust to the hilt.

  “Fuck, yes,” she nearly roared. Her head tipped back, exposing her neck.

  He’d never heard her speak that way. He liked it. For a change. It made his blood pump faster hearing her lose control and ask for what she wanted. No, beg.

  “Trace. Harder.” She grabbed his hips, and then she wrapped her legs around him and tucked her feet over his thighs.

  His hesitance to push her too far, too fast evaporated at the longing in her eyes. She almost looked distressed—a look that quickly vanished when he moved, fast, hard, and anything but gentle.

  Melinda made noises he’d never heard to match her new bedroom language.

  He would have smiled if he could have controlled his mouth. Instead all his energy went to his cock and the way it seemed larger than ever. “So fucking tight,” he whispered. “Keegan, stroke her clit for me.”

  Melinda shook her head and moaned. “Too sensitive. Just fuck me.”

  Trace paused deep inside her. “Melinda, look at me.”

  She met his gaze, hers seemingly too unfocused to really see. Her lips trembled as though she was on the edge of tears.

  “I don’t come until you do, baby.”

  She bit her lower lip hard, a tremble shaking her body. “I already came. It’s too much. I just want to feel your power.”

  “You’ll feel my strength, baby. There’s no doubt of that. But you’ll do it coming around my cock.”

  She hesitated and then nodded. “Okay.”

  Keegan slipped his hand between their bodies as Trace pulled out once more.

  Trace knew she was close the second Keegan made contact.

  And the little imp didn’t think it was possible.

  “Please…”

  Trace lowered his gaze to her nipples and fucked her sweet body as hard as he dared. Perhaps in the future they could experiment with a deeper level of dominance that would make her hum, but for now he wanted to hold himself in check enough to ensure she stayed with him.

  Apparently he was successful because Melinda’s mouth fell open and she yelled his name as she came.

  Her pussy gripped his cock so tightly his orgasm ripped through him on the heels of her own. The pulsing of his cock lasted longer than it should have, the milking of her pussy coming with more force than usual.

  When he couldn’t hold himself up any longer, he dropped to his elbows, allowing her to take some of his weight. He watched her face closely, catching the exact moment when she focused on him once again and let a smile spread across her lips. “Can we do that again?”

  The woman was amazing.

  She was also going to be the death of him. Him and Keegan.

  It was the kind of death he would relish and cherish. The death of his old life. The birth of this new existence with the most important two people in his world.

  Epilogue

  Six months later…

  Melinda lowered herself onto her belly and propped her body up on her elbows, the thick carpet padding her. “Whatcha got there, McKenna?”

  The baby sitting in front of her, wobbling precariously on her little tush, held up her doll as if she’d understood the question perfectly.

  “Is that your baby?”

  McKenna giggled and shook the doll by the hair.

  “Gentle. Not so rough.” Those words came from Rebecca, who flopped down on the chair next to Melinda.

  Melinda giggled to match McKenna. “You think she understands that? She’s barely six months old. I’m not sure she even knows the difference between a doll and a tank yet.” Melinda reached out and tickled the baby, making her face light up and her body sway to one side.

  As she wobbled back to a less precarious center, she dropped the doll and reached for Melinda’s face.

  Melinda made a huge fuss out of pretending to chomp on the little girl’s fingers with her lips. “Yum yum yum.”

  “Whatever you say, but she needs to learn how to treat that doll nicely, or her brother will spend the first year of his life having his eyes poked out.”

  Melinda heaved herself off the floor, scooped up the bundle of happiness, and sat in the rocking chair to snuggle her closer. She still had that fantastic baby scent that drove anyone mad with the need to nuzzle her
neck.

  She spoke in a singsongy voice to the baby. “You’d never do that to your brother would you sweet thing?”

  McKenna’s cheerful face almost made Melinda believe she actually did understand every word and considered Melinda’s advice ludicrous. She fully intended to make her brother’s life a living hell to mark her territory at his unwanted arrival.

  “I can’t keep a straight face every time I think about you pregnant again.”

  Rebecca rolled her eyes. “Don’t judge.”

  “But you were so insistent. You had like six weeks with your mates before you got pregnant the first time. How many weeks did you have this time? Seven?”

  Melinda scrunched up her face and groaned. “Gah. Don’t remind me. And since I spent six of those weeks recovering, it was really more like one.”

  “Yikes. Didn’t think about that.”

  “Trust me. I did. It wasn’t even long enough for Griffen and Miles to consider me recovered enough to let loose.”

  “And you did this why?”

  “I’m a masochist?” Rebecca laughed and then she shrugged. “It’s really hard to deny those two anything. Hell, maybe I was chicken.”

  Melinda furrowed her brow. “I’m not following.”

  “I’ve been pregnant nearly the entire time I’ve known them. Have you noticed how they look at me when I’m pregnant?”

  “Honey, I’ve never seen them look at you not pregnant, because I had to blink.”

  “Ha ha. What I mean is that they clearly adore me in this condition. Round seems to be attractive to them both. I guess a part of me is frightened they won’t ever look at me with quite the same level of affection when I’m skinny and flat.”

  Melinda gasped. “You can’t really believe that?”

  Rebecca shrugged, toying with the hem of her maternity shirt. “It was a reflex decision. Can’t take it back now.” She smiled. “And I’d never want to. I just pray these two hooligans will be the best of friends since they won’t even be a year apart.”

  “Good luck with that. I don’t envy you. But what about your Spartan Races? I thought you were dead set on returning to that extensive exercise. You made them promise to let you get your body back and finish your trifecta.”

  “Yeah. Well, there’s always next year. I kinda like being here with my men when I’m not at the hospital. The idea of juggling a baby, a job, two men, and a race makes me feel tired.”

  “I can imagine. I’m tired just thinking about all that.”

  “What about you? Are you three ready to take the plunge?”

  Melinda shook her head adamantly. “Nope. I watch you and want the opposite. I’ve never been happier. Give yourself fifteen minutes between pregnancies and you’ll see. Griffen and Miles will still gaze at you the same. They love you to pieces. Anyone can see that. It has nothing to do with your body shape. Huge. Skinny. They don’t care. They love what’s underneath.”

  “How’d you get so wise?”

  McKenna’s little body slumped onto Melinda’s chest as she grew tired and fell asleep.

  Melinda licked her lips and lifted her gaze to Rebecca. A tear fell from her eye.

  “Oh honey, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything. It’s none of my business.”

  Melinda shook her head. “I’m fine. I’m just so happy. I never dreamed I’d have anything even close to this in my life. And just like you’re afraid of what life might be like not pregnant, I’m afraid to find out what it would be like pregnant.”

  “Well, there’s no law that says you have to rush it. Take your time. Enjoy your mates.”

  At that moment the front door opened, and four noisy men barreled into the house. All four of them beamed as they set eyes on the scene.

  And then Trace’s face fell. “What happened?” His gaze shifted from Melinda to Rebecca. “Why is my mate crying?”

  “Don’t be silly. I’m not crying.” Melinda wiped the tears from her face. She hadn’t realized she’d gotten that emotional.

  Keegan raced to her side. “Hon?” He leaned over and grasped her chin, forcing her to look at him.

  She shook him off. “Stop it. We were just chatting. Girl talk. Sometimes we get emotional.” She realized she held the baby firmly against her chest.

  Keegan glanced down and then back to her face. “Is it McKenna? Are you feeling left out? Because—”

  “All you have to do is say the word, and we’ll be happy to oblige,” Trace said, leaning over her other side.

  She smiled. “Nope. Not yet. Don’t worry. You’ll be the first ones to know.”

  Trace kissed her cheek. “As opposed to your other mates?”

  “Uh huh. Sure. Because I have so much time on my hands that I have another entire family on the other side of town.” She gave them both a frustrated look and changed the subject. “How’s the house coming along?”

  Her mates and Rebecca’s had been a mile away supervising the construction of their new house. Melinda’s grandfather had left several acres of land on the northwest corner of the reservation to Miles and Melinda. A stroke of genius it turned out, because it afforded her and her mates the ability to more easily get to both Sojourn and Cambridge. Twenty minutes in either direction was the equally divided commute.

  “It’s wonderful. Getting close.” Trace leaned over and kissed his niece gently on the forehead.

  “Good because if I have to spend many more weeks in my tiny condo with the two of you, I might implode.” She looked toward Rebecca. “The entire place is a hotbed of testosterone. I can’t breathe.”

  Rebecca laughed. “Good luck with that. I’m not sure any size house would eliminate that problem.”

  Melinda groaned. “Don’t tell me that.” Even sitting in this rocking chair holding a baby, her mates crowded her. She’d been permanently horny for six months. No matter how inappropriate the location, her nipples beaded and her pussy clenched when they entered a room.

  Right now was no different.

  “You ready to go home, baby?” Trace asked, fighting an obvious smirk.

  “I guess.” Melinda tried to sound nonchalant when she was undoubtedly not fooling anyone. She was still head over heels for her men and unable to turn down any suggestion to be alone with them.

  Trace lifted the sleeping baby from her arms and handed her to Griffen. “She’s adorable, man.” His gaze lingered on the little cherub, causing a tiny stab to penetrate Melinda’s chest.

  Was she being selfish denying the three of them this experience?

  She didn’t think so, but it was something she needed to discuss with them. She’d been completely unwilling to entertain the idea so far. Her mates deserved an opinion. Maybe, just maybe, she would cave one day soon.

  She lifted herself from the chair and met Keegan’s gaze. His eyes wandered down her body. Even in her jeans and thick sweater—clothing appropriate for November in Montana—his gaze made her shiver as though he could see through the bulk.

  Nope.

  She wasn’t ready to give that up.

  Not yet.

  She needed more time being worshipped by the two of them before she had to share.

  Letting a smile spread across her face, she tucked one arm under each man’s elbows. “Let’s go. Give these three some privacy. They need to take advantage of every silent moment they can get before the next baby comes and turns their faces into that baggy blueish look they sported for weeks on end.”

  Griffen laughed so hard, the baby flinched in his arms. He immediately sobered and lowered his voice. “Stop blaming your inability to keep your hands off each other on us and get out of here. We’ll see you tomorrow. You’re coming right?”

  Melinda’s mates dragged her toward the door. She twisted around to speak. “Of course.” She met her brother’s gaze. “Do you think they’ll like us?”

  Miles rolled his eyes. “I’m sure our half siblings are thinking the same about us. Of course they’ll like us. We’re blood.”

  It had been
six months since Melinda and Miles had discovered their mother was alive and they had three half siblings—the night McKenna was born. So far, they hadn’t met each other in person. Melinda had spoken to each of them over video chat and through text message, but tomorrow would be huge. If she slept at all that night, it would be a miracle.

  “Have you ever met anyone who didn’t like you?” Trace asked. He squeezed her into his side.

  “Sure. Plenty of people. I can sense the false vibe as soon as I meet someone. It’s unnerving. I just don’t share what I feel most of the time, especially not with the person causing my distress.”

  Keegan gasped. “How come you’ve never mentioned that? That’s awful.”

  She shrugged. “It’s not the kind of thing I like to talk about. And it changes nothing.”

  Trace opened the front door. “I want a list.”

  “Why?” she asked. “So you can go beat them up for me?” She giggled. “My hero.”

  “Something like that.”

  “Well forget it. My lips are sealed.” She released her men and followed them outside, calling her goodbyes over her shoulder.

  As soon as she was situated in her usual spot between her men in Trace’s truck, she relaxed. “Any more news about the casino?” she asked Keegan at the risk of sounding like a broken record.

  “I think that particular site is done for. That land is no longer stable no matter how you slice it. The surveyors have determined the expense of reaching deep enough into the earth to ensure the stability of the building is too high.”

  Melinda blew out a breath. She was ecstatic, but she didn’t want to overdo her internal happy dance in front of Keegan.

  Keegan chuckled and hauled her into his side. “Hon, you don’t have to hold back your excitement on my account. I never had a vested interest in the casino. It was just a job I was assigned to, like any other. Frankly, I have to admit, you’ve made me see there are far more important things in life than giant eyesores that mar the land and bring big business.”

  She twisted in his embrace and looked him in the eye. “Really?”

  He nodded. “Of course. How could I not be swayed? I live with a woman who sets me straight every time I go off half-cocked.” He gave a wry grin and leaned in to kiss her nose. “I love you.”