Melinda's Wolves Page 12
Trace removed his pinky from her tight confines, and let Keegan slide his own pinky into her.
“Oh God.” Melinda lowered to her elbows, letting her forehead rest against the bed.
While Trace padded to the bathroom to wash his hands and grab a towel and washcloth, Keegan whispered to their mate. Trace didn’t hear the words, but he didn’t need to. He and Keegan had been sharing women for as long as they’d been having sex. He knew what Keegan would say to their mate.
As he stepped back into the room with the towel, he found Keegan easing Melinda onto her side, facing him where he stood next to the bed. Keeping his hand flat against her rear, he didn’t let his pinky dislodge as he reached across her to brush her hair from her face and then danced his fingers down the swell of her breast and over her hip. He tucked his hand under the knee of her top leg and guided it up toward her chest.
Trace climbed onto the bed behind her and spooned her body gently. His cock bobbed against her thigh, and he didn’t get close enough to cause himself any more angst than he already felt. Even the brush of her skin over the tip of his dick made him inhale sharply.
Melinda lay with her cheek resting on her bottom arm. She reached with her top arm and fisted the sheets a few inches from her face. Her lips were pursed.
Keegan remained on his feet. He smoothed his hand up and down her top thigh, nudging her open wider. His voice was soft, but deep as he spoke to her. “Try to relax, hon. Let me work you open slowly. I want to hear you scream when we claim you, but I don’t want it to be from pain.”
She nodded stiffly.
While Trace held her hip steady, Keegan reached over and spread her legs wider and fucked her tight hole with his pinky.
Melinda tipped her head back, exposing her neck, tightening the grip she had on the sheets, her knuckles white from the effort. Her mouth opened. No sound came out.
Trace watched her every reaction. His chest seemed to swell from the emotions he felt. He needed her more than he’d ever needed anything in his life.
What she battled was written on her face—a combination of anxiety from the exposure, fear of the unknown, and lust. Deep penetrating lust that wouldn’t release her until she allowed herself to succumb to its clutches.
He knew that lust, because he felt it too. And the furrow of Keegan’s brow, combined with the stiff hard-on bobbing in front of him, suggested he too felt the electricity.
Keegan pressed his palm against Melinda’s butt cheek, holding it open. He twisted his pinky several times and then eased it from her body, quickly replacing it with his middle finger at the entrance. “Just a little thicker, hon. Relax your rectum.” He nudged the hole with the larger finger and twisted it in circles, waiting for her to release the tight grip she had on nothing.
Trace watched Keegan work, glancing at his friend’s face to find him staring at Melinda’s expression. “Honey, let me in.”
Melinda panted as her body relaxed enough to release the tight grip.
Keegan pressed home. He leaned over her and rained kisses on her ass. “Good girl. You’re so fucking sexy. Let us take care of you.”
She didn’t respond.
Trace glanced back at her face. Her eyes were closed, but she seemed marginally less stressed. He trailed his hand from the grip on her hip to cup her breasts.
Melinda arched into his touch as he grazed his thumb over her nipple.
“That’s it, baby. It’s going to be so good.” Trace kissed her shoulder, nibbling a path to her neck, finally sucking her earlobe between his teeth. “You’re precious to us.” He could feel her pulse point as he let his lips lower to her neck again.
“I need more,” she moaned. “Please. I’m so restless.” She squirmed, fighting to roll in either direction.
Keegan held her steady at her hip while Trace held her breast. “I know, baby. Stay still a little longer. Let us work you open wider.”
She mewled softly as Trace lifted his face.
Keegan held her thigh higher, popped his middle finger free, and swapped it for his thumb.
This time, Melinda didn’t resist. She leaned forward, trapping Trace’s hand against her chest as her ass opened farther.
A low steady moan escaped her lips as Keegan worked the tip of his thumb against her tight hole. “You’re doing great, hon. I promise it’s going to be okay.” He pressed his thumb into her and twisted it back and forth. “Feel the tightness?”
She nodded.
“That’s going to be my cock soon. You need to be able to take one of us in your sweet pussy at the same time. You’ll be so full.”
She swallowed visibly, and sharp short breaths yanked in through her nose.
“Such a good girl,” Trace soothed. He pinched her nipple lightly and twisted it back and forth. “I love how these pucker when I squeeze them between my fingers.” He leaned back again to watch Keegan work while he continued to tease her nipple.
Melinda arched farther into his touch. “Please…”
“I know. Almost.” Keegan twisted his thumb around inside her and then popped it out of her and back in with no warning.
Melinda shivered under Trace’s embrace. “More,” she whispered.
“That’s my girl,” Keegan responded as he did it again. He fucked her over and over with his thumb, the strain in Melinda loosening as he worked. And then in a quick movement, he removed his thumb and pressed back into her with his first two fingers.
“Oh God.” Melinda fought their hold on her. “Please… God… Just take me.”
“Soon.” Keegan held her hip tighter. “Lift your knee again, honey. Raise it toward your chest. Give me some space.”
She did as he demanded, her breaths sharp.
Trace released her nipple and snuggled his hand between her breasts, worming his way to her chin. “Fuck, you’re sexy. Almost there.” He lifted onto his elbow and directed her head his direction so he could take her lips.
She melted, relaxing incrementally as he slipped his tongue into her mouth and tasted every inch of her.
Keegan’s voice penetrated his fog. “Climb on top of Trace, hon.”
Trace broke the kiss. “Look at me, baby. I want to see your eyes the entire time.”
Her pupils were dilated as Trace flattened to his back and grabbed her waist to arrange her straddling his cock while Keegan cleaned his hands off on the washcloth.
Trace knew when Keegan touched her pussy by the widening of her eyes before they fluttered shut. “Eyes on me, baby,” he repeated.
She opened them to small slits, meeting his gaze.
“Lower yourself slowly onto my cock, baby.” He released her waist with one hand to guide his length to her entrance. Even the brief contact with his cock made him fight for control. The second she engulfed him, he held his breath. “Not going to last, Keegan.”
“I understand.” Keegan climbed behind her and leaned over her back. He set his knees outside Trace’s, forcing Melinda wider. “I’m going enter slowly. You okay, Melinda?”
She nodded, turning her head to meet his gaze. “More than.”
Trace watched every nuance of her expression, judging when Keegan’s dick was in place. “Hold my gaze, baby. Don’t let go.”
Her neck arched, her face flushing a deeper red. She held her breath.
“Gonna work in slowly, hon. You’re doing so well.” Keegan’s words were tight, clipped. He was losing his fragile control. Finally, on a grunt, he pressed home, his body lining up flush with Melinda’s rear.
“Oh. My. God.” Melinda wiggled in every direction. Her face dipped. She set her forehead on his chest.
Trace cupped her face with both hands and lifted it to meet her gaze. Her long dark hair hung around her, creating a curtain. He stroked his thumb over her bottom lip until she sucked it into her mouth and moaned.
Keegan moved. He must have gripped her hips to steady her, because she stopped squirming. He also lifted her as he pulled out, easing her back down on Trace’s cock before set
tling fully back into her himself.
There were no words to describe the sensations. It was nothing like any ménage the two of them had experienced before. So much more. Emotional overload made Trace fight to keep from screaming as his release inched to the surface.
Melinda was his and Keegan’s. She was sexy as hell. And she was his.
The way she began a rhythm over him, drawing him into her body and then lifting off as Keegan moved in the opposite direction behind them was amazing.
His vision blurred.
She held his gaze, growing more confident at she drew closer to orgasm.
Trace’s own cock was ready to explode. He reached between their bodies, flattening his hand palm up on his belly, and pressed into her clit as she lowered over him.
“Trace.” His name came out on a scream. And then, “Keegan. Oh, God. I’m going to come.”
“Let it go, baby.” That was all Trace could manage before her pussy gripped his cock in a vice and pulsed around him. There was no way for him to hold back under that torture, and he followed her over the cliff two seconds behind.
For a moment, Keegan still pumped into her, and then he too held steady deep inside Melinda and groaned his release.
Heaven.
There was no other word.
As Trace’s cock continued to pulse, he fought to breathe. Melinda’s body shuddered. She eased her cheek onto his chest.
His hand was still trapped between them, and he stroked her clit with the tiny amount of space he had.
She squirmed. “Too sensitive.”
“Never, baby.” He set his free hand on the back of her head, cupping her against his pecs. “Come again with us both inside you.”
She relaxed against him, pressing her pussy into his palm. Her breathing was erratic.
He kissed the top of her head. “Feel my fingers, baby. Concentrate on how full you are in both holes.”
She moaned, her hands reached under and squeezing his shoulders from behind. “OhmyGod. OhmyGod.”
He knew she was close. “Come for me, baby. Again. Now.”
She did, her clit vibrating against him as she lost control, the tight nub swollen and wet with the combination of their orgasms.
When the pulsing stopped, she relaxed into his chest. “I think I died.”
Keegan eased out of her rear hole. “God I hope not. I want to do that about ten thousand more times.”
She giggled against Trace’s chest, the sound music to his ears. “Make it twenty thousand, and you have a deal.”
•●•
Wayne leaned back in his chair and tried to relax. He took another swig of whisky and set his highball on the small round table in front of him.
Stress had kept him awake for too many hours. And listening to Penelope whine about where he’d been all night only made him more aggravated.
Usually this hole-in-the-wall strip joint relaxed him.
Not tonight.
His hand shook as he reached for his glass and tossed the rest of the contents back, wincing for only a second.
“Hey,” his partner said as he took the seat next to him. “Sorry I’m late.” Roy lifted a hand to get the waitresses attention and then lowered his gaze to Wayne. His face fell. “You look like shit.”
“Thanks.” Wayne spun his empty glass around on the table.
“Problem?”
“Nope.” Wayne lifted his face and gave his partner a wan smile.
“You handle that asshole yet?”
“I did. He won’t be bothering us anymore.”
“Good.” Roy loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top of his shirt. “I was growing tired of that guy.”
“I think I made it perfectly clear to him. The blackmailing will cease. Trust me.”
“You find someone to clean up his mess?”
Wayne nodded. “All over it.”
“Good. Let’s put a lid on this so we can get on with our lives. I’m sick and tired of dealing with this fucking casino. I’m not sure it’s worth the effort anymore.”
“It will be in the end. With Friedmont out of the way, now we just need to worry about Keegan Phillips. That asshole is too diligent. He’s been snooping.”
“So we take him out of the equation too. Easy.”
“You want to handle Phillips?” Wayne lifted a brow.
“Not a chance. Why don’t you hire someone to make it look like an accident?”
“Not a bad idea.”
“I mean hell, if the site is unstable, how big of a stretch can it be for something to go wrong?”
“Good point,” Wayne agreed. He was also greedy, and his cut from this casino deal was fucking enormous. He wanted to see it through. “If it weren’t for Mother Nature sticking her nose in things, we’d be long gone and on to another project in another state by now.”
A tall fake blonde with long red nails and not enough meat on her skinny frame leaned against their table. She wore a skirt that barely covered her ass and a tight tube top that accentuated her severe deficiency in the boob department. She was too old to be working as a waitress in a strip joint. “You need another, Wayne?”
“Please.”
“Roy?” she asked, turning his direction. “What can I get you tonight?”
“Whatever he’s having is fine.” Roy nodded at Wayne.
“Rocks?”
“Nah. Thanks, Britney.”
The woman knew them both well. She could easily anticipate their needs.
Wayne and Roy had been coming to this hellhole for over five years. Britney had been waiting on them for the same length of time.
She could sense when they needed a drink, anticipate when they needed to be left alone, and even arrange a lap dance or a private room almost without either man asking. She was that good.
Wayne usually tipped her well and appreciated her abilities.
Tonight he was distracted. What he really needed was to get drunk and get laid. In that order. He leaned back in his chair again and lifted his gaze to the stage. The girl currently dancing around the pole in the center winked at him. He’d fucked her in the past. He would fuck her again tonight. The woman gave good head, didn’t ask any questions, and moaned when she rode him as if he were the best lay in the world.
For that, he tipped her well.
Roy chuckled. “You thinking of tapping Carla tonight?”
“Yep.”
“Good. You look like you could use the release.”
“You have no idea,” Wayne muttered under his breath.
Chapter Fourteen
Melinda snuggled deeper under the covers as she came awake. She inhaled long and slow as her brain registered her location.
Keegan’s house. Her mate. One of them.
How long had she been asleep?
She knew she was alone in the room. She could scent both her mates on the bedding but not strong enough for them to be close by.
She didn’t want to open her eyes. And the delicious ache all over her body brought back memories of yesterday.
The claiming had been intense. And then her men had fed her dinner and taken her again.
Her pussy pulsed at the thought of them leaning over her. She eased her hand between her legs and found herself wet. A low moan escaped her lips as she stroked over her clit.
Impossible.
Lord have mercy.
“Baby?” She startled at the sound of Trace’s voice in her head, her fingers freezing on her clit. It was weird hearing one of them for the first time in human form through their connection.
“Where are you?” she asked.
“Cambridge. I’m at work at the precinct.”
The door to the bedroom opened.
From deep under the covers, Melinda could smell the strong scent of coffee combined with her other mate.
Keegan chuckled. “I’d ask what you’re doing under there, but judging from the moan I heard from the kitchen, I guess I don’t need to.”
She felt the flush as it covered h
er face with heat. Fuck. There couldn’t be much more humiliating than getting caught masturbating. And how the hell could he tell that from the other room?
“I have good hearing. And you’re loud when you get aroused.” He sat on the edge of the bed and tugged the blankets off her head. His grin was huge. “Please, don’t let me stop you.”
She jerked the comforter off her head and narrowed her gaze at him. “You have a vivid imagination.”
He chuckled again. “Honey, you have no poker face.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead, remaining so close she couldn’t escape his gaze. “I don’t care if you masturbate, Melinda, but I sure would love it if you’d let me watch.”
She swatted at him. “Stop it.” Her flush switched to a deep red she didn’t need to see to feel. Her pulse beat fast through her body, her pussy aching with the need to be touched. It took a lot of concentration to keep from squirming.
Instead, she wiggled to a sitting position, dragging the blanket with her, and reached for the mug of coffee. “I don’t know if you brought that for me or not, but give it up.”
She gripped the covers under her arms and held the mug with both hands. The steaming scent rising out of the cup almost took her mind off the need between her legs.
Keegan stared at her speculatively. Finally, he licked his lips and cleared his throat. “You smell like sex. And the scent is driving me crazy.”
She swallowed another gulp of coffee, not caring it was almost too hot. “I should smell like sex. I recall engaging in it several times last night.”
He shook his head. “Nope. I recall cleaning you up quite thoroughly before I let you sleep.” Without warning, he grabbed the mug, set it on the bedside table, and jerked the covers away from her body.
Before she could react, he climbed onto the bed, tugged her ankles down until she lay flat on her back, and spread her wide open to his gaze.
She gasped, burrowing both hands in his long blond hair, pushing him away. “Keegan…”
He didn’t respond. Instead he lowered his face and stared closer.
Her heart beat wildly. Her efforts to push him away did nothing.
“Let me look, hon.” He inhaled deeply. “Fuck, you smell fantastic.” He nudged her wider, both hands on her thighs.