Sharon's Wolves (Wolf Masters Book 10) (17 page)

She flushed, feeling the heat race up her face. “Didn’t take you long, that’s for sure,” she teased.

He shrugged and brushed his thumb over her bottom lip. “You do that to me.” And then he sat back, staring down at her before lifting his gaze to Jackson. “One more?”

She stiffened.
One more what?

Jackson held her steady with one hand around her waist and lowered the other toward her clit.

“No. Oh, no you don’t. I’m too sensitive.” She batted at his hands.

“Tuck her arms under yours,” Cooper stated, his voice controlled and authoritative. Just enough of a demand to get Jackson to do his bidding once again, but not enough to insult the man.

Sharon squirmed, trying to get free. “No. Guys. No. Really. I can’t take another one.”

“You can.” Cooper leaned back, putting his hands behind him to hold his body up. “And I want to watch.”

Jackson released his grip around her chest long enough to tuck one arm under his bicep. When he replaced his forearm under her breasts, he grabbed her other arm with his hand and wrapped his fingers around it firmly.

She was trapped.

His cock was embedded inside her. Hard. As if he hadn’t come moments before.

Her clit pulsed, wetness cooling its exposed tip and making her hyper aware of her exposure once again.

Jackson spread his knees several more inches apart, forcing her thighs to widen farther.

Her nipples stiffened again as she shuddered before he touched her anyplace specific. The arguments on the tip of her tongue died with renewed lust at the look on Cooper’s face and the way Jackson restrained her. “I’m not really into this sort of thing,” she muttered.

“What sort of thing, love?” Jackson whispered into her ear as he plucked at one nipple until it throbbed under the assault.

She willed him to lower his hand to the outstretched nub. Where moments ago she had pleaded for a different sort of mercy. “Bondage,” she replied.

Cooper chuckled softly. “It would appear that you are. And you’re gorgeous all flushed and needy. You keep biting your lower lip. Your eyes are unfocused. Your nipples are amazing dark pink circles. And I can see your clit glistening with your arousal, poking out from the hood with the increased blood flow. Swollen.” He leaned forward again. “Needy. Just let yourself feel. Don’t fight it.”

She tried to focus on him, but every syllable he uttered drove her arousal higher until her vision swam. She squirmed again. The sensation was unnerving. She’d never experienced restraint. Never even considered it. It was maddening how right he was. How well could the man read her in just a few short hours?

Jackson switched to her other nipple, licking his fingers and then tapping the distended tip several times until she writhed. “Please. Oh, God. Please.”

Her pussy grasped at his hard cock, wishing he would move. Anything.

Jackson ignored her pleas and circled first one nipple and then the other with the tip of his finger, almost too gently to feel. He brushed her hair away from her shoulder with his chin and kissed the sensitive spot behind her ear. “Sexy as hell, love.”

Cooper drew her attention when his hands moved, and she watched as he took his cock in one hand and slowly stroked from the base to the tip. The visual was so hot, she couldn’t breathe. “Stroke her clit, Jackson,” he commanded.

Jackson licked his fingers again and drew them down the front of her body in slow motion until he set the wet tips directly on her sensitive clit and lightly flicked.

She writhed beneath the contact, her brain turning to mush and her belly plummeting as all her blood raced to her pussy. She opened her mouth to speak, but only a moan came out, long and low and unrecognizable.

Her eyes fluttered shut, and she didn’t have the energy to open them. Her head lolled against Jackson’s shoulder.

“God, you’re sexy,” he whispered in her ear, his voice sounding far away. His fingers pressed harder, pinching her clit between two of them and then pulling it away from her body gently. His movements were slow, calculated, intense.

Two hands landed on her breasts, shocking her. She hadn’t sensed Cooper approaching. He leaned in closer and licked first one nipple and then the other. “Have I mentioned how fucking hot your tits are?” His hands trailed down to her thighs.

Suddenly Jackson’s fingers disappeared from her clit, and she found herself lifted off his cock.

Her eyes shot open as she was suspended in air. Cooper met her gaze. “Hold on, baby.” He reached between her legs, spread her wetness toward her rear entrance, and thrust two fingers in to lubricate her.

“Cooper… Shit… Oh. God…” She fought to get her arms out of confinement, but couldn’t get them above Jackson’s grasp on her.

And then Jackson lowered her back down, this time slowly impaling her ass instead of her pussy. The stretch made her head spin as every nerve came alive, driving her to a new place where she floated seemingly out of her body.

She opened her mouth, but all that came out was a moan of pleasure. These two men could play her like a finely tuned instrument. They knew exactly what to do to make her insane with need.

Jackson’s fingers found her clit again.

She tried to focus on Cooper as he stepped closer until his body pressed into the V of her legs. He grasped his cock and lined it up with her pussy before she realized what his plan was. And then he was inside, thrusting upward, shoving the last of her brain cells out the top of her head until she was nothing but a ball of sensation.

Her clit slammed into the base of Cooper’s cock with every thrust while Jackson remained lodged in her tight rear hole. She finally got purchase, grasping onto Cooper’s waist with both hands and then smoothing them around to cup his firm ass.

As he fucked her, Jackson lifted her on and off his cock in between Cooper’s strokes.

She curled her toes in midair. She was going to be very sore later from the spread position.

“Stroke your clit,” Cooper muttered.

She startled, finding his gaze with her own.

“Reach between us and rub that needy little nub, baby. Do it.”

She let go of his ass, her hands trailing back to his waist, and then she wiggled her fingers between his belly and hers until she reached the one spot that would send her soaring in seconds. She let her eyes flutter shut and flicked her clit in rhythm with Cooper’s thrusts. Each time Jackson lifted her, Cooper pressed home.

The mounting need to orgasm overwhelmed her. She could feel it building. And she’d already had more orgasms today than she could count. But she knew it would happen. As unrealistic as it seemed, these were her mates. They made her body hum at a much higher rate than any other man or wolf in the past could have ever accomplished.

She sucked in a breath, letting the orgasm build, knowing it was going to tear her to shreds and leave her exhausted, a blubbering pile of goo. She didn’t care. It built. She let it. It wasn’t deniable. It was right there, right within her reach.

Time stopped as she tipped over the edge, falling as if from space without a parachute. Waves of pleasure shook her frame as her pussy and her ass grasped at her men, milking them. She was only marginally aware of them both coming right behind her.

Cooper couldn’t breathe. He stood rigid, his cock still inside Sharon while he tried to find a way to shoot a message to his mouth to suck in oxygen. It seemed there was none left in the room. Suddenly, he gasped and eased his cock from her warmth. His legs threatened to give out, shaking violently from the exertion and the slightly bent position.

He set his hands on her shoulders to steady himself, meeting her gaze while his chest rose and fell with enough force to make it difficult to focus on any one spot. Her eyes were glazed over, and her bottom lip was tucked between her teeth.

Jackson’s forehead rested against her shoulder blades. The man appeared to be in about the same shape as Cooper. Exhausted. Wrung out. Sated.

“That was…” Cooper couldn’t find the words. Nothing came close to expressing how full he felt. In half a day these two mates of his had turned him inside out. They were indeed one. In mind, body, and spirit.

“Phenomenal,” Jackson managed. “Why did I ever doubt you on this? No one should go their whole life without feeling the elation associated with your strange mating ritual. I feel drugged. High.”

Cooper chuckled as he tried to stand straight. “Claiming. We call it a claiming.”

“Whatever.” Jackson lifted Sharon off his cock and set her on her feet on the floor in front of him, not releasing her waist.

It was a good thing too, because Cooper didn’t think Sharon looked as though she could hold her body weight yet.

Suddenly, something caught his attention, and he jerked his gaze to the other side of the room to see a black aura hovering near his equipment.

He nudged Sharon’s face with one hand to get her to turn her head to one side and witness the same thing. “Shit,” she mumbled.

“Yeah.”

Jackson twisted his neck to the side also. “Good timing.”

“Could have been worse,” Cooper commented as he inched across the room, noticing the spirit was smaller and denser this time as though sucked in on itself to take up less space.

And the reason quickly became apparent when Cooper glanced down at the computer monitor being used to track seismic activity in the area.

He leaned over the desk, catching his breath, while he forced his mind to work. “What the fuck?”

Jackson leaned on the desk next to him.

Sharon wormed her way between them. “What is it?”

He grabbed the readout coming out of the printer to the right, confused. “I don’t know, but I don’t like it.”

The aura still hovered, but he ignored it. He got the message loud and clear. Something was terribly wrong. The question was what?

When the building started to shake, he grabbed the edge of the desk with one hand and Sharon with the other. “Shit.”

It didn’t last long, but longer than the last few tremors. When it subsided, the damage in the room was minimal, and he suspected he would find the entire building to be as well. A few folders had fallen to the floor. Things had shifted on the desk, but nothing major.

The muffled sound of his cell phone ringing had him releasing Sharon to scramble for his jeans and extricate the cell from his pocket. He answered it before the ringing stopped. “Hamilton here.”

“Cooper, it’s Stuart. What the hell’s going on there?”

“No idea. The readouts are wonky. They don’t make sense. I was studying them when we got another tremor.”

“I see that. I mean, I see the same readouts from here. Where’s your team? Are they still out checking the seismometers?”

“Yes.” Cooper glanced at the time on his phone, feeling guilty for what he’d been doing since arriving at the office while his team was out there checking equipment. “They’ve only been gone about an hour. No one has checked in yet, but they wouldn’t have reached many locations yet.”

“I’ll give them a call now. You see if you can make sense of those readouts.”

“Yes, sir.” Cooper ended the call and glanced up to find Jackson standing next to him, his jeans pulled up but open.

He held out Cooper’s pants. “Might want to put these on.” He smirked.

Cooper grabbed them and stuffed his legs in one at a time, dragging them up over his hips and then zipping and buttoning the denim in place. He spun around and grabbed the rest of his clothes, his mind racing. He hurried back to the readout and held the paper out for several feet.

“You okay?” Sharon asked as she leaned into his side.

“I’m not sure any of us are,” he commented.

Another phone rang. Sharon’s. He recognized the tone. She pulled it out of her pocket and touched the screen. “Joyce… Yeah… At the college… Okay. I’ll tell him. Thanks.”

Cooper stared at her while she ended the call.

Jackson wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. He too was fully clothed now. “Cooper’s mom? What did she say?”

“She said several groups of people have agreed to meet Monday night. They’ve secured the high school auditorium to discuss the fracking situation.”

Cooper snapped his fingers and pulled his phone back out to get his boss on the line again.

Stuart answered immediately.

“Hey, Stu. We need the fracking site fifteen miles north of here shut down immediately. It’s on the fault line. It has to be causing or contributing to these small quakes.”

“Already on it. I called the US Geological Survey this morning. It will take days to get an injunction though, and that’s the best case scenario.”

Cooper paced the floor in front of his machines. He ran a hand through his disheveled hair, fighting the urge to scream. “We might not have days.”

“I can see that. But it’s difficult to get anyone to pay attention under the best circumstances, let alone on a Saturday afternoon.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah.” Stuart sighed. “I have a call in to the governor’s office too. I’ll let you know when I hear back. If I thought it would do any good, I would head your direction, but I’m of more use to you here at the area headquarters. I have all the same readouts.”

“No. You’re right. Stay in touch.”

“Will do.” Stuart ended the call, leaving Cooper staring at the floor, wondering what the hell to do next.

»»•««

The sun was setting as Jackson followed his two mates into the home of Adam and Carlie Masters, Sharon’s parents. Almost twenty people, mostly shifters he realized, had assembled and were stuffed into the enormous great room.

Carlie Masters, Sharon’s mom, greeted Jackson at the door. “Welcome to the family. Please make yourself at home, as much as that’s possible in the crowd.”

Jackson shook her hand and then turned to the man who set his palm on Carlie’s shoulder. Jackson reached for him next. “You must be Adam.” He’d met Carlie the day he’d brought an injured Sharon down the mountain. But he hadn’t met Adam yet.

Adam shook his hand. “I am. Sorry to meet under such dire circumstances.”

“Understood.” Jackson nodded as Sharon plastered herself to his side and set her hand on his stomach. He lowered his hand to set it across her shoulders, grateful for her presence grounding him in an otherwise unworldly experience.