Melindas Wolves (8 page)

He glanced down at her nipples, puckered and dark pink. “Breathe, hon. Trace 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.

Total bliss. Amazing.

And this wildcat was his. To cherish for a lifetime. To guide and teach. To hold and snuggle with. To love and honor.

She had him by the balls.

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Wayne Lassiter stared down at the sniveling piece of shit at his feet and kicked him again. “Shut the fuck up, Friedmont. It’s too late for your explanations now. Did you think I wouldn’t find out? Huh?” He laughed, a deep sardonic sound he barely recognized as his own.

The shit-for-brains on the ground pulled himself to his knees, wiping the filth and mud from the edge of the lake off his face with his shoulder. It was the best he could do with his arms tied behind his back. “Sir, I—”

Wayne cut him off with a firm kick to his jaw. “Shut the fuck up, I said. I know you’ve been ratting me out to the new building inspector. Do you think I’m stupid?”

The guy went flying backward, knocked off his knees until he fell onto his back. His head landed in the lake, the water gently lapping over his face, choking him. The sniveling son-of-a-bitch coughed and sputtered as he turned to his side and dragged his face out of the water.

Wayne kicked him again in the stomach, causing the guy to draw his knees up and groan loudly.

There was no one to hear them. It was the middle of the night, over a mile from Sojourn.

Wayne grinned. “Did you think you’d get away with it?”

The man rocked on his knees, buried under the cold lake water. He didn’t respond.

“What? Now you have nothing to say?” Wayne cackled. “Rich. First you can’t keep your mouth shut—then you can’t find a single syllable.” He stepped closer, kicked the fucker hard in the side again until he fell over into the water, shivering.

Friedmont covered his head with his arms. “Please.” He whimpered. “Don’t kill me. I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Really? You’ve been blackmailing me for over a year, and now you’ve seen the light?” He kicked him again, pushing him deeper into the muck. “I don’t think so.”

“I’ll give you the money back. I swear. I haven’t even spent most of it.” He moaned, spitting mud and slime from his lips.

Wayne felt incredibly powerful. This wasn’t as hard as he’d expected. Perhaps he should go into business on the side, ridding the world of vermin like this. “You should have thought about that before you extorted money from me for so long. I don’t want your fucking money. Do you think I care about a few hundred grand in the scheme of things?” He laughed again, harder this time, his voice carrying over the water.

The shithole at his feet shuddered and scrambled to back away, deeper into the cold water. His eyes were wide.

Wayne didn’t hesitate. He was done with Friedmont. He lifted the gun he’d held the entire time and shot him right between the eyes, the silencer muffling the sound.

At the last second, the man’s eyes went wide, and then his gaze was extinguished forever, unseeing as he fell backward into the water, deep enough to cover half his body, including his head.

Wayne didn’t flinch as he turned and walked away.

“Yep. That was too easy. Don’t know why I waited so long.” He smirked as he trudged back through the thick growth to his car.

As Melinda slowly came awake the next morning, she groaned into her pillow. She ached all over. Why? Not bothering to open her eyes, she snuggled deeper into the pillow and hugged it tight.

But it was too soft, and it didn’t smell right.

And she was naked.

Her eyes popped open as a hand landed on her bare shoulder. A huge rough male hand. In her bed…

She flipped over and sat upright, gasping for air before her mind could process where she was.

And then she let out a slow breath. Two of the sexiest men alive flanked her. Her mates.

“Shit. I forgot where I was.” Her voice was husky. She glanced down to find her chest naked, her breasts bared to both men, and immediately felt self-conscious.

Grabbing the sheet to cover herself, she slinked back down onto the bed.

Trace chuckled at her side. “I think we’re past modesty.”