Alpha Wolf Rising (7 page)

“You made chocolate-chip pancakes.” She stopped next to him for a quick kiss. But he had other ideas.

The rough texture of his tongue stroked across the seam of her lips, and his hands wrapped around her waist. He pulled her close until her hips nestled between his legs.

Damn.

His enormous erection pressed into her belly, searing her with heat and threatening her sanity.

She loved it when Nolan’s need rivaled her own. For a human, he possessed remarkable stamina and a very large dick, which right now was hot and stiff for her.

“I thought you wanted me to eat?” she asked with a taunting smile.

Instead of answering her, Nolan pushed his tongue into her mouth, sliding deep and searching. She bumped her pelvis against his pulsing erection, and Nolan released a soft moan.

The taste of hot, manly desire flooded through her while his hands roamed up and down her back.

He tugged at her shirt, hot skin finding hot skin until roughened fingers brushed the undersides of her breasts. She’d forgone a bra as usual, opting for comfort over function when it came to her oversensitized skin.

“Take it off,” he demanded.

Sierra stepped back, her fingers on the verge of lifting her shirt.

“I’ve changed my mind. I want to eat.”
Nolan stared at her for long seconds before finally releasing her. “Go ahead, my little tease. Eat your food so that I can have my own feast afterward.”

His sensual statement lingered in her brain as she moved away from him.

“I swear sometimes I feel the need to tell the two of you to get a room.”

She laughed at Marek and took the seat, placing her in the middle of her two men. Her favorite spot. A short stack of the most delicious pancakes on the planet waited for her.

“You sound jealous,” she mocked.

“Hardly. It makes my dick hard when Nolan makes you submit. Especially when he ties you up and has his way with you until you scream for mercy.” He shoveled more pancakes into his mouth, but his eyes shone with such lust it took her breath away.

Sierra stared down at the steaming food on her plate while the succulent scent tickled her nose. But in an instant, Marek had her forgetting her hunger for food and instead focusing on the lust heating between her legs. She breathed deeply in through her nose and out through her mouth. Her heart raced wildly as she drizzled maple syrup across the top of her pancakes. Between sex and chocolate-chip pancakes, Nolan knew her weaknesses.

The smug look that crossed Marek’s features at her hesitation snapped her out of her lust-fogged stupor. Turnabout was fair play if that was how he wanted to be. She grabbed her fork, speared a few pieces of the sweet-smelling confection, and brought it slowly to her mouth.

Nolan had joined them at the table, so she had both of their attention watching her every move. She opened wide and wrapped her lips fully around the utensil, engulfing the food in one smooth move. Much like she would one of their cocks.

Sierra allowed a few drops of the sugary syrup to dribble from her lips. Quickly, she dropped the fork and swiped the liquid from her chin. With exaggerated slowness she sucked her finger into her mouth and savored the sugary liquid almost as much as she did when she gave head. She got so involved in the game of imitating a sexual act, her nipples tightened, and a low moan sounded in her throat.

“Fuck, Sierra, you’re killing me.” Marek’s voice sounded like rough sandpaper over smooth wood.

That was what she wanted to hear. The sound of his control slipping and the smirk falling from his face. There were times when she needed to bring him to his knees with wanting her.

“What?” She did her best to fake innocence, but they all knew where this was headed.

“Finish your pancakes, and we’ll show you what, darling.” Nolan spoke up from her other side, heat emanating from the gaze he swept over her.

Excitement throbbed through her, and the taste for food waned. The slightest movement caused her shirt to abrade her bare nipples and excite her further. Somewhere in the back of her head, she thought for a second that this much stress in her life shouldn’t make her horny, but she’d learned long ago that locking up the wolf when she needed to get out not only hurt like hell, but they’d all pay dearly for it later.

Still, she could go through the motions of a few more bites so that neither of them would worry about her strength when she pounced on them. Sierra sliced into the soft syrup-coated cakes and scooped them into her mouth. The combination of the taste and texture of the sweet maple syrup gave her so many ideas.

She moaned again in not so feigned ecstasy over the delicious food and the wild thoughts running through her brain. Her breasts jiggled ever so slightly as she moved, and her nipples tightened even harder. So tight, they ached in pain and arousal. One of her favorite combinations.

“You are a wicked woman, Sierra. You’ve gone and done it now.”

Before she could respond to Marek’s words, Nolan stood and kicked his chair to the side. In a half step, he grabbed her from her seat and shoved the furniture out of the way. Marek grabbed the plates of food and hurriedly cleared the table.

“Leave the syrup,” Nolan ordered.

The crazy smile that formed on Marek’s face had more moisture flooding her sex.
Oh, yes.

Nolan took her mouth in a ferocious kiss laced with so much hunger he robbed her of her ability to breathe. How Sierra managed to have this effect on him she couldn’t understand, but every time they were together, it was a crystal-clear reminder of what she had to be grateful for. Despite the trouble she’d caused or the turmoil that lay in front of them, she had two men who’d die for her.

More heat unfurled inside while he ravaged her with his tongue, teeth, and lips.

Soft and hard.

Silk and steel.

The man knew how to kiss and did so with such intensity, he’d call out the wolf each and every time. Already she stirred inside, clawing her way to the surface. Sierra grabbed his hair and pressed the kiss tighter, causing them both to spiral out of control.

Somehow, Nolan found the willpower to wrench free. “You always insist on trying my patience.” He nibbled at her lips. “Is it because you want to be punished? Or are you just that stubborn?”

“Does it matter?” Her words were breathless and all she could utter.

“No, I guess not. We both know where things go at this point. It’s just a matter of how. So tell me, Sierra, what do you want?” He gripped her hair and forced her head back to meet his brilliant heat-filled gaze.

She wanted everything. “I want to be fucked, Nolan. To be more precise, I want to be fucked by both you and Marek.” Her nails raked at his shoulders, digging in. “Not soft, not easy, but instead like the needy bitch I am. Can you do that?”

His eyes fired bright at the challenge, and she had a split second to wonder if she’d gone too far before he turned and flipped her over the table. Warm hands worked underneath her to unfasten her pants, and doubts were forgotten when pleasure burned through her from every touch. He yanked her pants down around her ankles, causing a shiver to race up her spine.

“Not sure how many times I have to tell you that a woman like you should wear skirts. So much easier to fuck,” he growled.

A matching rumble sounded across the table. She looked up and came face-to-face with Marek’s naked cock already hard and swollen in anticipation. His hand fisted the shaft, and the head swelled a deep, ruddy red and purple. Sierra tried to focus on Marek as Nolan massaged and spread the globes of her ass.

“You have the prettiest ass. All round and firm with a sweet little hole begging for attention.” A finger pressed at the tiny opening and fired new nerve endings to life.

How long had it been since she’d been taken like that?
Too long
. She could never deny how much she loved her bottom to be played with, and she often thought Nolan and Marek made her wait for it so she would savor it even more.

His finger moved away, and a sigh of regret slipped from her mouth.
“Oh, don’t worry, baby. I’m not done with it. Oh, no. But you will be begging me before I relent.”

She pressed back into his hands and licked her lips. As much as she loved the sensations that Nolan created inside her, the sight of Marek’s cock bobbing in front of her drove her to distraction. A bead of precum formed at the tip, and she longed to lap it up. But she couldn’t quite reach him.

“What, Sierra? Do you long for Nolan in your ass or me in your mouth?”

“You know I want both.”

A deep laugh rumbled from his chest. “Yes. You are right. I do know what a greedy girl you are. Now open wide.”

She did as he instructed and opened her mouth. Marek flexed his hips forward, and the bulging crown of his cock slipped between her lips, stretching them. She swiped the pearly essence from the slit with her tongue, and the salty taste exploded across her senses. She so loved that first taste of a man when it hit her tongue. Delicious.

Nolan’s fingers raked through the folds of her wet sex until he pulled them apart for what she imagined as a pretty detailed view. The sensation of being vulnerable and open to him sharpened her fear and aroused her wildly. His calloused fingers rubbed and teased the tender flesh until she ached. If her mouth hadn’t already been full, Sierra would have begged him. Begged him to fuck her. To do anything, really, that would ease the gnawing hunger in her womb.

She felt like a junkie strung out on lust that could only be cured by her mates. In the eyes of the pack, Marek was her mate, but it wasn’t enough. Not for her, not for them. The frustration of hiding had come to a boil, and with Cole’s reappearance she felt the need to take on a new challenge and make some fucking changes in the pack.

She swallowed more of Marek on that thought, taking him deeper than ever before.

“Fuck, woman.” He threaded his hands through her thick hair and tightened his grip on her head, ensuring he controlled her movements, not her.

“You’ve got her in a frenzy now,” Marek bit out between strained lips.
“Oh no, my friend, you’ve not seen anything yet. Hand me that bottle of syrup.”

Sierra’s sex squeezed at the implication of his words. She wriggled back against his hands, prompting him to touch her more. She’d do anything for relief against the throbbing in her clit.

“Don’t,” Nolan warned. “You don’t want to tempt me right now.”

The sensual tone of his threat made her stomach clench and her clit pulse harder. She didn’t want to be denied, yet him doing so ratcheted up the fever inside.

To distract her thoughts from Nolan’s insistence that she wait, and the emptiness inside her, she renewed her motions along Marek’s shaft. Thick ridges brushed her tongue, and she alternated between fast and pressured licks and scraping her teeth along the sensitive flesh.

She watched Marek pass the bottle of syrup underneath half-lidded eyes and tried not to focus on what would come next. Nolan prided himself on surprising her, and he seemed to have a limitless imagination when it came to sex.

The thick fingers holding her sex open dropped away, and she moaned her disapproval around Marek’s dick.

“Aww, poor baby…” Marek teased mercilessly.

Pressure on her left butt cheek brought her back to attention as Nolan spread her apart. “I always thought you had the sweetest ass, but I think I can make it even sweeter.”

Before he’d even finished his words, thick liquid drizzled onto her lower back and in between her cheeks. The sensation was exactly like any lubricant, but in her mind the image of the sweet, sticky liquid making its way across her tiny hole and down to her heated sex seemed far more forbidden and naughty. Especially when Nolan rubbed his fingers through the liquid and slipped a finger past the tight ring of muscle that formed her asshole.

An unsolicited moan slid from her throat and vibrated across Marek’s erection. She sucked harder. Desperate. Dying for Nolan to keep going. And he did. One slow, agonizing fraction at a time. The work-roughened skin of his finger rubbed against ultrasensitive tissues that ignited long-ignored pleasure points. She arched her back and pushed toward him, but the hand he’d placed on her lower back held her tightly in place.

“Spread your legs more, Sierra. I don’t want to miss a single inch of this incredible view. You with your ass spread and pussy dripping with sticky sweetness.”

The last came out on a low groan when her muscles clamped around his finger, her hunger for more becoming insistent. She moved her feet as best she could without letting go of Marek’s cock, trying to stand on her tiptoes while stretched across the tabletop.

Her muscles coiled sharply with the tense ache for Nolan to quit playing with her. No words would convince him to do anything other than what he wanted. Sierra held her breath when he shifted behind her until his hot words whispered across the slick flesh of her sex, and she knew exactly what he had in mind.

She hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard on Marek until he pulled in a sharp breath and gritted his teeth.

“What’s wrong, old man? She got you close already?”

“Fuck you, Nolan.”
Nolan laughed, and Sierra smiled too. She loved making them both crazy with need. They sure did it enough to her.