Rebecca's Wolves (Wolf Masters Book 6) (35 page)

Griffen’s lips surrounded her nipple at the same time Miles pressed one finger into her pussy.

So much sensation. They hardly touched her, but every movement was heightened by the restraint and the need to control her mouth.

She concentrated on every touch as Griffen sucked her swollen bud into his mouth and Miles spun his hand palm up and pressed his thumb against her clit.

Overloaded, her mouth fell open. Her knees shook.

The men released their light grip on her thighs.

Miles whispered to her next. “Keep them wide, and we’ll continue.”

Her belly plunged. She’d known all along he could be dominant, but this was the first evidence of how far he would go to make her body hum. And it was working. Her face flamed at the embarrassment. She wanted more, and she was greedy enough to press her thighs wider to ensure she got it.

Griffen switched nipples, lapping at the second one while taking the first between his thumb and finger and twisting and pinching it until it was a sharp point of pleasure/pain.

His teeth nipped her other bud at the same time, making her chest feel swollen with need.

And then Miles moved, adding another finger to her pussy and using his other hand to hold the hood off her clit.

Exposed to the air, it pulsed. She tipped her head back, elongating her neck as she strained to keep her legs open.

“So sexy, love. God, you’re a vision.” Miles spoke close to her pussy, the air that followed each syllable hitting her throbbing clit. “I bet you could come without me touching you,” he whispered, and then he removed his fingers from inside her, still holding her hood back.

She pressed her heels firmly into the mattress on a long groan.

More. Oh, God. More
.

Griffen chuckled against her nipple. “I guess we can allow silent communication, but it won’t get you what you want.”

“Play with her tits, Grif. I want to watch her pussy pulse in front of me without contact.”

She couldn’t move. Holy hell, that was hot. And she had no doubt she would do so, sooner rather than later. She was that close.

Miles blew across her wet skin, making her squeeze her butt cheeks.

Griffen sat up, his gaze landing on her face as he took both her nipples between his fingers and continued to toy with them. “Do you like it when I do this?” He pinched them both hard.

She arched her chest.
“Yes…”

“So fucking sexy,” he whispered. “You’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.” He pinched harder and gave a slight tug.

Miles blew a breath across her swollen clit. “Come, love. Let me watch.”

She did as he asked without hesitation, unable to hold back even if she’d wanted to. She fell in a freefall over the edge into oblivion, her eyes rolling back as she savored the pulsing grip of her pussy, knowing all the while it wouldn’t be enough.

As she came down, both men reached for a wrist. In seconds she was untied, flipped over, and settled onto Griffen’s cock while Miles lined up with her tighter hole and spread cool lube around the entrance.

Seconds later she was filled with both eager men.

Good. If she had to suffer, they should too.

So full.

So right.

So good.

Her arms shook where she tried to hold herself up.

Griffen reached for her head and pulled her cheek onto his chest, his fingers threading into her hair to hold her steady.

Instantly she was back on that precipice, as needy as if she hadn’t come seconds ago.

She let herself feel every single stroke as her men worked in tandem to fill both her holes, the friction incredible, her mind unable to process the intensity of feeling.

She came again, unable to stop herself, riding the waves for much longer than usual as her mates continued to fuck her harder.

She knew when Griffen was close because his arms tightened around her. And then Miles gripped her hips firmer. Both men stiffened deep inside her, groaning long and low at the same time.

Total bliss.

Total destruction.

She was lost to them permanently.

They all three breathed heavily as the men slipped from inside her and flopped onto the bed, pinning her between them, each wrapping an arm around her middle.

She couldn’t open her eyes. So peaceful. So heavy. Nothing could break this bond they had. It was that solid.

On that thought she slipped into sleep, breathing easily.

Too easily she would later realize.

Rebecca jerked upright when she heard a crash. Both men at her sides did the same. They’d fallen asleep.

Miles and Griffen leaped off the bed in seconds. Miles shifted immediately into wolf form, faster than Rebecca had ever seen either of them change.

Before she could pull the sheet up over her naked body, the door to their room flew open with a crash, slamming into the wall.

Rebecca screamed. The largest wolf she’d ever seen stood in the doorway, teeth bared, snarling, phlegm dripping from its jowls.

And then it leaped into the air, so high.

She scrambled back against the headboard, no longer giving a shit about her nudity.

The enormous wolf landed on the bed, but Miles jumped at the same time, his jaw landing on the other wolf’s leg as it landed. It gave a small whimper and then shook Miles free with a loud roar.

Another wolf bounded through the door, filling the frame with its equally impressive size.

Something landed on Rebecca’s arm, scaring the fuck out of her. She jerked to try and free herself, turning her head to find Griffen at her side. “Rebecca, come,” he shouted.

She struggled with the sheet wrapped around her waist and tangling her feet so that she was stuck with the first large wolf and Miles battling right in her face.

Griffen pulled. “Fuck.”

Rebecca fought harder to free herself and slipped from the mess of sheets and wolf. The second she was detached, Griffen tugged her off the bed at the headboard and pressed her into the wall at his back.

“Fuck,” he yelled again.

Rebecca held her breath while the second wolf to enter the room leaped onto the bed. It was lighter in color than the first, but still a deep brown. Miles was the darkest. But even with the differences in fur, it was difficult to tell who was who.

It took a moment for Rebecca to realize the second wolf was on Miles’ side, trying to subdue the first big creature. Her chest heaved as she gripped Griffen’s biceps from behind.

He pressed her so tightly against the wall, she could hardly breathe. He twisted his head to her finally. “Bathroom, baby. Now. Shut the door. Lock it. Don’t come out until you hear one of our voices telling you it’s safe.”

She nodded and eased from behind him the few feet toward the master bath. Now was not the time to argue.

She was scared out of her mind, but she slipped into the bathroom anyway, watching Griffen’s back as she shut the door with a snick and turned the lock. She grabbed the robe off the back of the door and stuffed her shaking arms into the sleeves. Then she climbed into the tub and huddled in the corner.

Fear like she’d never experienced raced through her body. She couldn’t stop shaking. She was in shock. She recognized the symptoms and tried to slow her breathing, sticking her head between her knees and counting in her mind as she inhaled and exhaled.

There were no human noises outside the bathroom. Only the animal growling and snarling that accompanied the fight.

As if trapped in the worst horror movie, she wrapped her hands around her knees and rocked back and forth, half expecting the door to bust down any second and a giant wolf to rip her throat out.

Every time one of them fell into the wall or the door, she flinched. They weren’t on the bed anymore. That much was sure.

She tried to rationalize it was three against one. Surely her mates and the last wolf to enter the room could subdue the intruder. Who was the newcomer? Perhaps he had been outside guarding the house. If that was the case, he had failed.

She squeezed her eyes closed and concentrated once again on breathing. It wouldn’t help for her to pass out from shock. She knew better.

•●•

Griffen turned toward the room immediately after securing Rebecca in the bathroom. He had no idea who the wolf was that entered the room and attacked them, but the second wolf to enter was Officer Corbin Archers, who had stayed to patrol the outside with another cop.

Corbin snarled as he worked with Miles to press the intruder into the corner of the room. Suddenly the feral wolf leaped into the air and bounded over the heads of Corbin and Miles.

Griffen was two seconds from shifting when Miles communicated with him.
“Gun. Beside table. Behind the condoms.”

At that moment, the intruder flung himself at Griffen, one of his front claws gouging a long line down Griffen’s left arm. “Son of a bitch.” He grabbed at the wound with his right hand to hold the cut, realizing quickly he would need something more to stop the bleeding. It was deep.

He yanked a T-shirt off the floor and wrapped it around the gash. Blood dripped onto the floor from his fingertips.

Miles slammed his entire body into the unwanted guest and battled with him against the bathroom door, teeth bared, eyes wide. He slammed his jaw down on the matted fur of the other wolf and shook.

Corbin attacked the wolf by clamping down on his tail. The son of a bitch didn’t seem to notice pain or the fact he was severely outnumbered. He looked as though he was drunk, even in wolf form. His eyes were glazed over and bloodshot. He faltered, swaying to one side or the other a few times, but didn’t give up the fight he couldn’t possibly win.

If he was numb from alcohol, or even high on drugs, his mental capacity would be diminished. Griffen decided to add stupid to the list while he yanked open the bedside table and grabbed the gun from the back of the drawer.

Holding his left arm against his body and squeezing, he wrapped his palm around the.38. Contrary to Melinda’s teasing the night before, he was capable of firing a weapon, he just preferred not to. The current circumstances deemed it completely necessary.

The intruder lurched forward again, amazing Griffen with his stamina. He planted his front paws on Miles and shoved him back until the two of them slammed into the opposite wall.

Rebecca screamed inside the bathroom. Griffen ached for her. She had no idea what was going on, and she had to be in shock.

Corbin jumped into the air and landed on the wolf’s back, knocking him to the ground. Like a choreographed routine, the three wolves fought for dominance, growling, biting, and pawing at each other.

“You gonna shoot that thing? Or just stand there holding it?”
Miles asked.

“Have some fucking patience, man. Unless you want me to shoot your ass by accident.”

Finally, the intruder clamped down on Miles’ hind leg and wrestled him to the ground.

Corbin jumped out of the way, nodding toward Griffen.

•●•

A shot rang out.

Rebecca froze, a scream escaping her mouth without warning. She threw her hands over her ears and kept screaming as this real living nightmare worsened.

She flinched when she thought she heard someone banging on the door, but by then she was sure she was as good as dead, so she kept screaming and rocking, not lifting her head to witness her own death as it faced her.

Finally, the door flew open. She heard it crash and braced herself for the worst, her voice a hoarse wail that wouldn’t stop.

Hands landed on her shoulders. Human hands.

She drew back, unwilling to open her eyes. Unable to face the intruder as he killed her.

And then she heard his voice faintly through the ringing sound that was all that was left of her moaning.

“Rebecca. Baby. It’s Griffen. Open your eyes. You’re safe.” He wrapped one arm around her before she believed it was truly him.

She stopped screaming, or her voice box ran out of fuel. Either way, she slumped into Griffen’s side and opened her eyes a slit.

He was in the tub with her, crouched in front of her. His left arm was wrapped in a white T-shirt soaked with blood.

Another hand landed on her back as she fell forward. She winced as though burned.

But the palm flattened out, and she knew the touch belonged to Miles. “Love. It’s Miles. You’re okay.”

She wasn’t okay. She would never be okay. Didn’t they understand?

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