Healing of the Wolf

by Cherise Sinclair

  “Worried about us catching cold?” Tynan asked, amused.

  “Hardly. I simply want her between us on the couch. Or better yet, the bed.” With a cat’s exasperated stalk, Donal disappeared into the house.

  Meggie’s eyes were wide.

  “Little wolf.”

  “He didn’t really mean that,” she tried to tell him.

  Donal didn’t say things he didn’t mean. As Tynan’s cop friends would say, the healer lacked a filter between brain and mouth.

  However, there were three of them, and one hadn’t indicated her preference. “He meant exactly what he said. But, Meggie, if you’re not interested in him that way—or aren’t interested in two males at once, then simply tell us.” He put a finger under her chin, tilting her head so he could see her expression in the glow of the porch light.

  Had he ever thought she wasn’t beautiful?

  He couldn’t remember. These days, it seemed as if the beauty of her spirit engulfed the merely physical. Is this what shifters saw when they looked into the face of the Goddess—a radiance that overwhelmed anything else?

  Meggie leaned against him like a wolf pup seeking reassurance. “Saying I’m not interested would be lying. I just don’t want the two of you to be…disappointed. I…I’ve never… Two at the same time.”

  He could scent her interest. She was still so very inexperienced, which meant they’d go slow…and thoroughly enjoy making sure her desire was at white-hot levels. “It’s our job to make sure none of us are disappointed. Trust us, a leannán.”

  After enjoying another kiss, he took her inside to his littermate.

  To share.

  In their living room, Donal heard the front door open. Anticipation rising within him, he added a log to the fire and tossed cushions, blankets, and pillows into a pile next to the hearth.

  It was good that yesterday he and Tynan had readied the unused female bedroom upstairs. The largest bedroom—the heart of the house—was surrounded and protected by the smaller male bedrooms.

  He’d never bothered to make up the room before, but for Margery… Yes. Absolutely, yes.

  When she and Tynan walked into the living room, Donal stared at the drenched pair. “By the Gods, even pixies know to come in out of the rain.”

  Margery’s hair was soaked, and she was shivering, yet she grinned. “I’m blaming your littermate.”

  “Humph.” Donal raised his brows at his brother. “When I kiss a female, her shivers aren’t because she’s cold.”

  Tynan laughed…and kissed Margery again.

  The mangy mutt was disgustingly difficult to provoke.

  After grabbing towels from the downstairs bathroom, Donal handed one to Tynan. “You look like a drowned dog. Dry off before you catch your death.”

  His littermate gave him an amused glance. “You sound like Granny.”

  “But I’m so much better looking.”

  Margery’s giggle was unexpected—and delightful.

  When she fumbled unsuccessfully with the buttons of her sweater, he tossed the towel over his shoulder and brushed her chilled hands aside. “Let me, sweetling.”

  With years of experience, he efficiently stripped her sweater, shirt, and bra off.

  Undid her jeans…

  “Donal,” she gasped, making a futile grab for the waistband.

  …and tugged them down to her ankles.

  “Too late.” He left her feet tangled in the mess. “Such a shame, little banfasa, but it doesn’t look like you’re going to be able to escape.”

  “You’re sneakier than a weasel,” she muttered, then simply laughed in a way that told him she wasn’t worried. She trusted him.

  From the wary survivor, it was a compliment he’d cherish.

  Smiling, he dried her legs, rubbing briskly until her skin flushed pink. Soft, smooth, pretty skin. Although the faint white scars still pissed him off. At least, he knew the ones who’d hurt her were dead.

  He ran his hand over her calf and down to the wet jeans. “Brawd, lift her up?”

  “I can do that.” Tynan, already naked and dry, scooped her up into his arms.

  She squeaked in surprise.

  “You sound like a flower fairy that landed on a thorn.” Laughing, Donal pulled the jeans over her feet and off.

  Her eyes narrowed at Donal. “I’m going to bribe Ben to yank you into his arms and see what you sound like.”

  “Ben?” Tynan burst out laughing. “That’d do it.”

  The grizzly cahir could lift anyone without breaking a sweat. “You’re certainly a mean one.” In revenge, Donal scraped his fingernail down the sole of her foot and won himself another amusing squeak…before she kicked him.

  “Aye, she has a vicious streak.” Tynan grinned.

  “I rather like the ones with dispositions like badgers,” Donal noted.

  Margery’s appalled expression was what he’d been hoping for. By the Gods, she was fun to play with.

  He waved toward the fire. “Go warm her up and see if her temper doesn’t settle. I’m sure she’s only like this because she’s cold.”

  Her narrow-eyed frown promised an undoubtedly amusing retribution. Not that he’d worry. She was a wolf, not a cat.

  Shifting her in his arms, Tynan kissed her into smiles, before laying her down on the big soft blanket pile.

  “Oh, the blankets are warm.” Her husky sigh pleased him…and roused his dick.

  As Tynan lay down beside her, Donal stripped his own clothes off and settled on the blankets on her other side.

  Her eyes were wide as she stared first at Tynan and then at him. “I…uh…noticed you didn’t give me any clothing.”

  “Guess we’re getting as forgetful as elders.” Tynan ran his knuckles over her cheek and down her neck.

  “We’ll find you some clothing…eventually.” Catching the scent of her growing interest, Donal cupped the breast closest to him—and ran his thumb around the bunched nipple, exploring the tiny nubs around the peak. Breasts were so fascinating.

  Tynan grinned, then did the same.

  Margery flushed an appealing pink. “I… This isn’t right.”

  Felt right to him. Under his palm, he could feel the way her heart rate accelerated. “What isn’t right, sweetheart?” He tugged at the nipple, smiling at her sharp inhalation.

  “Where can I touch?” Brow creased, she lifted her hands in the air. “I…don’t know what to do.”

  Why wouldn’t she… His eyes narrowed. “That’s right. You’ve only mated at Gatherings.”

  She nodded.

  During full moon Gatherings, a female’s heat drove the interactions—and didn’t allow for mutual exploration. Unless very experienced and determined, males simply mounted and satisfied the female. “Hmm.”

  “I’d say it’s time to widen your experience.” Smiling, Tynan winked at Donal, returning to the patterns they’d worked out years before as young males. “Donal, lie on your back.”

  “I can do that.” Donal rolled.

  Hands around Margery’s waist, Tynan lifted her and…

  Set her on top of Donal. Her warmth came down right on his erection, and the need to be inside her roared through him. He ran his hands over her hips, seeing arousal light her eyes. “You feel good, Margery.”

  She smiled down at him and grasped his forearms as if needing the connection.

  “All right, little wolf, it’s lesson time,” Tynan murmured. “Explore his body with your hands, with your lips and tongue.”

  “Ohhh.” The breathy word sounded as if she’d been given the best present.

  “Donal, keep your hands behind your head. No touching.”

  “Well, fuck.”

  Margery sputtered a laugh at Donal’s curse.

  Grumbling under his breath—because he wanted to run his hands over all that soft skin—he put his hands behind his head.

  A second later, she leaned forward, kissed him slowly, and started nibbling, kissing, and licking her way down his body.
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br />   Little sharp teeth, soft lips. Hot, wet tongue. Over his neck, down his chest. Around his nipples. And down…

  By the Gods, he might not survive her first lesson.

  * * *

  This didn’t make sense, Margery thought, as she stroked Donal’s ridged abdominal muscles, then over his rigid shaft. Although neither male was touching her, she was wet and increasingly excited. Her skin felt as heated as if she’d been sitting in the sun.

  By the Mother, she wanted them. Both of them.

  She wiggled downward on Donal’s body.

  “Here you go, sweetheart.” He obligingly spread his legs so she could kneel between his thighs.

  During the Gatherings, she’d rarely looked at a male—not when he was erect.

  The firelight glowed over Donal’s beautiful cock. He was intimidatingly long. How in the world had he fit inside her at the last Gathering?

  She ran her fingertips over the head and down, mesmerized at the changing textures. The soft, spongier top, the tightness of the silky skin over the incredibly hard shaft. Elastic-feeling veins wound around the length.

  When his erection bobbed under her fingers, she snatched her hand away. “I’m sorry.”

  “Sweetheart, your touch feels amazing.” Smiling, Donal took her hand and put it back on his shaft.

  Maybe he was just being nice. Then again, Donal wasn’t the sort to say what he didn’t mean.

  Biting her lip, she glanced at Tynan.

  His rumbling laugh was reassuring. “Look, a leannán.” Tynan curled his big hand around his own erection—and she’d never seen anything sexier in her life.

  “Like this.” He tightened his grip.

  Her eyes widened. That didn’t look comfortable. But at Donal’s nod, she did the same.

  Donal’s low groan was the most wonderful reassurance—and so arousing. Her insides felt like a molten pool of desire.

  Tynan moved his hand up and down his shaft. “This is what a male does if he doesn’t have a female—because he can pretend it feels like when he’s inside you.”

  Up and down. She could do that. Stroking Donal’s erection was…fun. Amazing. Carnal. Because she could imagine he was inside her. And she could see the way his stomach muscles tightened, feel the way his cock hardened even further in her grip, see the flush heating his face.

  He really liked this.

  The sunlines beside Tynan’s eyes crinkled. “You won’t hurt Donal by touching. Or licking or sucking.”

  At the memory of Donal’s mouth on her clit and how he’d teased her there… Her own cheeks heated, and her clit tingled. Could she give that amazing sensation to them?

  Yes. Bending, she licked over his cock.

  “Herne’s hairy balls, that feels good.” Donal’s face flushed a darker red. His hands were behind his head, and his biceps turned to rocks as if he was trying not to move.

  Knowing if she did anything wrong, Tynan would stop her made it so much easier. She smiled at him.

  He grinned back. “Avoid biting or scraping the healer with your teeth, and it’s all good.”

  Donal huffed. “Aye. No biting, female.”

  Laughing, she gave a bounce that made her breasts bobble, then bent and experimented. Enjoyed. Licking was fun, especially since every breath brought her Donal’s clean masculine scent. She took him in her mouth, growling as a rush of heat ran through her.

  Tonguing him or sucking him made his hips lift. It was such an amazing feeling to gift him with the sensations she’d loved. Then she got the hang of it and started using her hands and bobbing her head.

  It wasn’t nearly long enough when he sat up and caught her shoulders in a firm grip. “Enough, sweetling, or this will be over far sooner than I’d like.”

  Dismayed, she sat back, wiping her lips and chin. His heady taste still lingered on her tongue. “Did I do something wrong?”

  “Fuck, no—you did it all too right.” He cupped her cheek. “If a female is good, she can make a male lose control and climax. The problem is that males don’t recover as quickly as females. I’m not ready to come yet.”

  “Oh. Okay.” She’d done it right. Done it well enough that she might have made him come. She looked down at his straining shaft, tempted to continue so she could—

  Tynan laughed. “Bad puppy. No, you may not continue.”

  “Actually, it’s your turn, brawd,” Donal said. “Let’s try some multi-tasking.”

  Play with Tynan? Smiling, Margery turned.

  But what did multi-tasking mean?

  * * *

  A few minutes later, she knew.

  Kneeling between Tynan’s legs, she’d started off licking and sucking on his thick cock. He’d shown her how to grip the base and then how to cup his testicles.

  The male loved to teach—and nothing embarrassed him, did it?

  But, hey, she was a good student. She learned that sucking hard made his breathing catch. His grip tightened in her hair when she pumped the base of his cock with one hand while licking the top. She took him fully in her mouth…and bobbed.

  “Meggie.” The controlled power of his voice stroked over her, adding to the sense of restraint from his fingers in her hair.

  Dark hunger created a burning pulse between her thighs.

  Tynan spread his legs wider, then looked at his brother and nodded.

  Kneeling behind her, Donal ran his hands up over her back and down her sides. “You have the softest skin,” he murmured.

  When he teased her breasts, so wickedly knowledgeable, every skill she’d mastered disappeared under a fog of need. She whimpered a plea, even knowing they would take her only when they decided.

  “Patience, sweetling.” Donal ran his hand over her buttocks and down between her legs. To her pussy. His fingers traced a line between her folds, through her wetness, and he made a purring sound of approval. “Our wolflet is enjoying your cock, brawd.”

  The teasing touches up and over and around her clit made her suck in air as every nerve down there roused to fever pitch.

  She lifted her head from Tynan’s shaft, unable to think as Donal’s fingers circled, rubbed.

  “Ready, Margery?” Donal’s resonant voice stroked over her in the same way his fingers had.

  Ready? Oh, past ready.

  She managed to nod, and then his cock pressed at her entrance. Penetrated. He sheathed himself to the hilt with a smooth, determined thrust.

  Such a full, hot sensation. “Ooooh.” Her head tilted up at the overwhelming rush of pleasure.

  Steadying her with his hands on her shoulders, Tynan smiled slowly. “I think the multi-tasking portion of the evening is done.”

  Donal had a firm grip on her hips and was sliding in and out slowly. “I see that.”

  She flushed, realizing she’d abandoned Tynan’s cock. “Oh…oh, I’m sor—”

  “Mo thaisce, I’ve never enjoyed anything as much as sharing you with my brother.” Tynan caressed her cheek. “You are so very beautiful.”

  She stared at him in disbelief, then joy.

  He pulled her down to kiss her slowly, lingeringly, then tucked her head against his shoulder. “Now, take her hard, Donal. After, I’ll enjoy more slowly while you start preparing her for future fun.”

  “Good plan.” Donal’s chest was hot against her bare back. His voice was a sonorous velvet as he said, “Brace yourself, pretty wolf.”

  Brace, right. She’d barely gripped Tynan’s shoulders when Donal pulled back and started thrusting, hard and fast.

  And then Tynan’s fingers were teasing her nipples, tugging, rolling them between his fingers, and somehow, the feeling tangled with the hammering.

  Waves of need rolled over her, tightening her insides, the sensation unstoppable, impossible.

  Every muscle in her body drew taut with the exquisite torment.

  “Let go, little wolf.” Tynan’s dark blue eyes held hers. He pinched her nipples hard, even as Donal mercilessly hammered into her.

  The orgasm
rolled through her in a crashing wave of stunning pleasure. The blood sang in her veins, locking out everything as the release tore through her. She could hear the keening cry she gave as the pleasure went on and on.

  Gasping for breath, she shuddered, feeling her muscles going limp. Her arms gave out, and she dropped down onto Tynan’s chest

  With a growling, purring sound, Donal pressed deeper, pulsing inside her.

  Even as she clenched around him in another spasm of sensation, she felt something different, the budding warmth of…connection. Of a bond forming.

  * * *

  Tynan pulled Meggie up so he could kiss her damp cheek, then wrapped his arms around her. She’d gone as limp as a pup in the sun, and he could feel her heart pounding.

  But she trusted him to hold her. To care for her after.

  Truly, he’d never seen anyone so lovely when she came. Never enjoyed sharing anyone with his brother as much as this little wolf who had such a soft heart and gentle spirit. Had he ever met anyone who gave so generously?

  As he breathed in the fragrance of warm female and sex, his cock hardened, hoping for its turn.

  Not yet.

  Could there be any finer contentment than to cuddle Meggie? Stroke her back and kiss her?

  Donal kissed his way down her back, pulling out so he could lie beside them and play with her hair. His expression held a stunned pleasure.

  Soon enough, Meggie stirred, then sat up, kneeling between his legs. He was pleased to see her eyes held the same languorous satisfaction as Donal’s. So beautiful.

  She met his gaze and smiled. “It’s your turn, right?”

  Thinking of him, even though her need had already been met. Generous and giving.

  “Aye and so it is.” He smiled back. “Since you’re enjoying being the active one tonight, why don’t you climb on?”

  By the Gods, he loved when her eyes widened like that.

  “Climb on…how?”

  He’d thought it was fun mentoring her in the wolf pack. This was…there were no words to describe the pleasure of initiating her into the joys of making love. Because…aye, this was far more than a simple mating. Yet, indeed, it was still fun. “Straddle me, first. Hands on my shoulders.”