Wild Hearts (6 page)

“We have to find Laela. I’ll help him fix the place after she’s confined. Shyla is our priority, renovations second.”

“I already assured him we’ll be back to help. In the meantime, I lent him some funds to cover costs while his place is outta commission.” Jacy glanced over his shoulder. Shyla made a soft noise from the other room, seductive and alluring. The hunger he fought since last night rushed back to him, drowning out almost everything other than his growing cock.

Coal must’ve heard it too. When he turned back to his friend, his gaze was pinned on the doorway.

Clearing his throat, he added, “The local packs are bringing all their members together after Shyla’s coming out today. Laela won’t stand a chance against a hundred determined wolves. Rumor has it they’re planning to patrol the borders around Hood River. If Laela, or any of her crew, decide to plan an attack, they’ll be sorely disappointed to find their intentions futile.” Jacy dropped his arms and adjusted the awkward bulge straining against his jeans. Damn, it hurt! Coal sneered at his open action. It only made him chuckle. “You feeling okay? I mean, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re jealous of me.”

“I’m not jealous, Jacy. She belongs to us both. I’ll have my turn.”

“You’re jealous.”

“Shut your fucking mouth.”

“Ooh, you sure Rian doesn’t have rabies? This behavior is unlike you. Maybe I should grab the town vet to give you a quick exam while I’m preoccupying myself—”

The pillow smacked him right in the face with such force he stumbled back a step. Laughing, he pulled the downy object away and dropped it next to Coal. His friend growled, a threatening rumble that reverberated deep in his ears.

“Did you notice she smells sweeter today than last night? You know what that means, right?” Jacy asked. He jumped back when Coal swiped at him. A new line of blood formed down the front of his chest from his wound.

“Don’t challenge me right now, bro. I’m warning you. If you’re gonna go to her, go before I incapacitate
you
.”

“You couldn’t do anything even if you wanted to,” Jacy said, ignoring the sudden bristling of his hairs. His gaze skimmed over Coal in a silent assessment.

“Don’t be so sure. Like I said, Shyla’s safety is our first concern. I’m practically helpless to
protect
her with this injury. Keep that in mind while you’re fucking her.”

Jacy backed out of the room as Coal settled back in the bed and slung an arm over his eyes. He closed the door behind him and paused in the short hallway. His friend’s behavior concerned him. He might be a surly bastard with a reputation that preceded him as being dangerous and deadly, but this was different.

Coal cared more than ever before. Shyla had whittled away at the concrete barrier around his dearest friend and the new discovery must be scaring the shit out of Coal. He flat-out admitted he could take the woman if he wanted, but chose to heal in order to protect her.

It was a submissive move completely unlike the alpha ass he’d known all his life.

Jacy ruffled his hair and shrugged. If the roles were reversed, he would probably do the same.

Coal’s choice made it better for him.

With a smile creeping up on his mouth, he found the bathroom and turned on the water faucet. After a cleansing shower, nothing would restrain him.

Chapter Six

Shyla cupped her breasts, a haze lingering in her mind. Her blood sizzled, and her skin tingled. She squeezed gently in hopes of relieving some pent-up pressure caused by the unnaturally sensual men who surrounded her all day. The picture of Coal and Jacy made her whimper. Heat rushed to the apex of her thighs, and she rocked her hips against the air. Hot juice drenched her panties. She slid her hand down her belly, into the flimsy fabric, and found her swollen clit. She stroked the sensitive bundle of nerves while pinching her pert nipple between fingers, then slid a finger deep inside her slick hole, rocking her hips against her hand.

“Sugar, don’t go taking all the fun out of it.”

Shyla froze. Her clit pulsed as she reached the brink of pleasure. Her skin flushed, molten lava singeing her insides. She slowly peeled back her eyelids.

Jacy braced his arms on the edge of the bed and leaned close to her face. Her breath hitched, and moisture poured over her probing finger. Only a towel covered the man worth staring at. Lean muscles corded his thick arms, cuts defined as he leaned on them. The solid planes of his pecs created a deep valley between them, trailing down to the ridges of his washboard stomach. From this angle, the towel around his waist hung forward, but a pronounced bulge in the dark fabric teased her with the prospect of his arousal.

She sucked in a breath. Oh God, he was aroused! She could smell him, like an animal scented its mate, pure masculinity and earthiness and wild heat.

Shyla swallowed. Jacy lifted his large hand to her face and tipped her chin before slanting his mouth over hers. Every muscle in her body turned to putty as his tongue swept through her, filling the cavern of her mouth with deep strokes. His kiss fed her breath and drank from her soul. His hand left a trail of goose bumps in its wake as he traveled from her face to her breasts. His fingers slid beneath the flimsy satin of her bra and cupped her heavy mound. She arched into his rough hand, into the skillful kneading of his fingers. She shamelessly stroked her clit again, the sensations this man produced in her overwhelming.

Jacy pulled back, his gaze drifting down to her pussy.

“Get your hand out of there, sugar. I’ll take care of you,” he said. His voice rolled like liquid metal, thick and brimming with the promise of pleasure. He circled her wrist and drew her hand away from her wetness, lifting her moist fingers to his mouth. Shyla watched him suck on her dewy appendages, carnal delight flashing in his piercing green eyes. “You taste as good as you smell. Don’t you dare touch yourself again unless I say so. Your pussy is for me.”

“And if I say no?” Shyla asked. Her tongue weighed down her words, and her question came as a seductive purr.

Jacy’s hand traversed her belly, following the same path as his hungry gaze. “I doubt you’ll say no.” His head dipped, and his tongue flicked her pearled nipple. She bucked, spears of pleasure exploding around her breast, strumming cords straight down to her core. With her lack of experience in bed play, she never imagined the excruciating delight that could come from a man’s mouth teasing her nipple.

She pressed her breast into his mouth, and he took more of her in. Each hungry, succulent suck made her pussy weep. Arousal ignited the already throbbing itch in her clit, stroked her vaginal canal, and coiled deep in the pit of her gut. She lowered her hand to ease the building pressure.

Jacy grabbed her wrist and pinned it to the bed. He lifted his head and arched one sinful brow over his lust-laden eye.

Shyla gasped for breath, her gaze scouring Jacy’s beautiful body for what she needed, what she wanted more than anything. A primal desire, a feral wildness, claimed her mind, stoking the shadow in the depths of her soul to life. All inhibitions fled her in those precious moments. She wanted Jacy to fuck her like crazy, fuck her until she could no longer feel anything other than pleasure.

“You know, Coal isn’t the only one who can read thoughts,” he rumbled.

Shyla lifted her leg and ripped the towel from his waist with her toes…and stared at the intimidating size of his thick cock. Dark blond hairs nestled around the base of his jutting arousal while the tip of his shaft glistened with pre-cum.

“Sweetness, I’ll fuck you until you’re mindless with pleasure. Trust me. I’ve been waiting for you.”

Her mouth watered. She wanted to taste him. She wanted to drink his salty goodness and relish the idea
she
produced this desire in a man like Jacy. It didn’t matter she barely knew him. He wrapped her in security she had never known. The playfulness in him acted as a colorful barrier, locking her inside an imaginative world where she existed only with the two most breathtaking men.

Her heart fluttered irregularly, and her stomach fought butterflies. She sat up, her eyes never leaving the wonders of a man so well endowed. She reached out and touched the top of his cock. It twitched beneath her fingers. His flesh might have burned her if fire wasn’t already raging within her body. The velvety softness of something so massive, so hard enticed her. The wild whisper in her soul prodded her to drop and take him into her mouth. His intense gaze challenged her to do otherwise.

Wrapping her hand around his cock, she pulled his hips to her. A low, guttural growl rose in his throat. The sound caressed her desire and a growing instinctual wickedness.

“What is it about you that makes me want to do things I would’ve considered taboo?” she wondered aloud. She drew her thumb over the tip of his wide cock, massaging the pre-cum over his head.

“Your wild heart, Shyla. Your wolf nature is coming out. Abandon everything you learned growing up in the city. This is your home, right here with Coal and myself.” Jacy’s hands cupped her face and turned her to gaze up at him. “You’ll never want to leave us after tonight. If not solely for birthrights, you’ll fall in love with us as quickly as we’re falling for you.”

Despite her doubt in his words, she reveled in the fantastical ideas of falling in love with two men who would love her in return. What would it be like to wake up every morning to find two men beside her? And those two men being Jacy and Coal?

Shyla dipped her head. Jacy’s potent scent—salt and summer heat—burned into her memory, her nose. His was a scent she would never forget. She flicked out her tongue, tasting the salty pre-cum from the tip of his cock, and shivered with delight. Damn, he tasted heavenly. She slid her tongue over the smooth, moist skin of his head. His fingers tightened in her hair, forcing her mouth to take more of his thickness until he shoved his cock to the back of her throat.

The rough motion made her moan.

“Woman, that feels good. Your hot mouth is liquid pleasure beyond imagining. I can’t wait to pound into you,” Jacy said.

Shyla drew her mouth back, sucking on his length until she came to his tip with a sharp smack of her lips. Her hand followed her mouth, riding up his cock.

“Do you like the way I taste? How I feel in your mouth?”

“Mmm-hmm,” she breathed.

Jacy’s hands dropped to her breasts. He ruthlessly tore open her bra and pinched her nipples. Pleasure and pain ripped through her, and she cried out, fingers reaching for his lean hips and digging into his skin. She threw her head back, arching her breasts into his hands as he rolled her nipples between his calloused fingers.

“That feels good, doesn’t it?”

“
Yes
.”

Jacy’s wicked chuckle caused warm chills to ride her spine. She edged her rear to the lip of the bed, where his leg leaned, and rubbed her aching clit against him.

“No you don’t,” he growled. His leg moved away.

Shyla whimpered, the heat in her body boiling, threatening to drive her crazy. She acted like an animal, begging to be filled by a stranger, one of two sinfully gorgeous strangers who worked his way into her soul.

“Scoot back on the bed.”

His hand tugged her nipples before dropping to her waist. He lifted her off the edge of the bed and tossed her, without strain, into the center. She moved up until her back pressed against the headboard. Jacy climbed onto the bed, his eyes locked on her. Starvation pulsed behind his gaze. Desperation curled in the air around him.

“Damn, you’re beautiful,” she said.

The corner of Jacy’s mouth curled as he stalked up to her on his hands and knees. His cock pointed straight to her, his sac swaying with each advancing step. His muscles rippled like she imagined a wolf’s would beneath thick fur. Power and strength strained in each calculated movement.

He grabbed her thighs and tugged her onto her back, pressing open her legs. His head dipped, and his tongue drew over the soaked material of her panties. He nipped the area just above her clit, and she whimpered. Too enthralled by the erotic sight of Jacy’s head between her legs, she fought the urge to close her eyes and drown in the sensations of mounting bliss.

When his mouth clamped over her clit and sucked, she cried out.

“You like that, do you?” he murmured, the deep richness of his voice drifting up to her ears. His fingers curled around the top of her panties and ruthlessly tore into them. Sitting back on his heels, he pulled the remnants of the ruined item off her, casting it aside. His eyes flashed and he licked his lips as he stared at her exposed center. The corner of his mouth twitched as he shifted closer. Both of his hands slid along the inside of her thighs, keeping her legs spread wide. His thumbs flicked over her core once, twice, then stroked her intimate lips. He rubbed and caressed the folds and around her clit but never directly touched that single, most inflamed area.

“Pink and swollen. Do you have any idea how wet you are? How aroused?” he coaxed.

Shyla pressed into his hand, but he moved with her. One of his thumbs circled her opening. She moaned, sparks striking the outer bands of her vision.

“Do you know how bad I want to slide inside you?”

Shyla bit down on her bottom lip as Jacy slid one finger deep inside her. A seductive smile pulled back his lips.

“Just.” His finger slid out. “Like.” Two fingers pressed against her. “That.” His fingers plunged in.

Tremors racked through her. The sparks became bursts, sliding across her vision. She gasped for breath as heat and tingles crashed over her. She moved her wetness over his thumb, bringing her brimming climax to the surface.

She screamed.

Her vision failed. Her breaths turned to yipping pants. Intense pleasure convulsed through her, leaving her heart punching her chest. She writhed beneath his quickening probe, his vigorous stroking of her clit.

“Stop. Oh no. Keep going. No. Get inside me. God, you feel good!”

A moment later, his hand left her. She barely peeled open her eyes when his thick cock filled her in one long thrust. She squirmed to accept his size, her sheath forced to stretch almost painfully tight around his invasion. He leaned over her, slipped his arms beneath her and pulled her against him, straddling her over his strong legs and allowing him deeper penetration.

“No kidding, sugar. You’re hot and wet and fucking tight as hell. You feel like nothing I’ve ever experienced.”

Shyla lowered her mouth and kissed him with her rising hunger leading each stroke of her tongue. She tunneled her fingers up through his hair and curled, tugging at his scalp the same instant he crushed her down tighter on his cock. She sucked in a breath and pulled harder at his hair. He lifted her hips and brought her back down on his staff with roughness to equal her increasing tug.

A tangle of scents filled the room, sweet musk mixed with perfume and shampoo. Wild desire danced with proper etiquette.

Jacy chuckled, guiding her hips in a rhythm that bordered on desperation.

“Woman, you’ll soon find out we don’t play by the rules of proper etiquette. We play wild,” he breathed into her mouth.

Jacy dropped her back on the mattress, hovered over her, and drove his cock deep inside her. His kisses surpassed her demands, and he drank from her mouth the passion and heat she milked from his sex. His tongue probed her, his hands pinning her own to the pillows next to her head. Each thrust coiled the explosive pleasure in her lower belly until he created incredible heat and steady friction.

The starbursts of release came hard and fast this time, merciless in their conquest. Fire spilled into her womb with powerful spurts. Jacy’s panting howls of release entwined with her own piercing cries. Contraction after contraction, sensation after toe-curling sensation seized her muscles and her mind until, at last, she lay weak and motionless on the bed. Jacy nuzzled his face in the side of her neck, his tongue flicking out in small licks, his teeth scraping lightly over her skin.

“Give me a couple minutes, and I’ll show you the wild side of bed play,” he whispered against her ear. The tip of his tongue circled the inner contours of her earlobe, and she whimpered. The prospect of experiencing more orgasms, more pleasure intrigued her like nothing else could.

Tonight, she didn’t give a damn about etiquette or propriety.

She wanted to be raw and unabashed. She wanted to
feel
sex, not just take part in it.