Wild for Milly [Werewolves of Forever, Texas 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Jane Jamison

  “Robbing you?”

  “Yes, Matthew.” She skimmed her palm along the length of his cock. “Who knew a cock could be as hard as a gun?”

  He chuckled then flicked his tongue along her collarbone. “Bang, bang, baby.”

  “If you two are tired of fooling around—”

  Matthew was up to his usual jokes. “Bro, we just got started. Or did you already finish?”

  She rolled her lips under to smother her laugh.

  Dan groaned then pushed his chest against her back just as his cock pressed between her butt cheeks. “I brought along a little something.”

  She craned her head around as he dangled the strip of cloth over them. “Is that part of my nicest green dress?”

  “Shh. Keep your voice low. And yes, it is. I guess that wasn’t the best idea now that I think about it.”

  “Way to go, bro. Talk about a wardrobe malfunction.”

  She stopped Matthew as he reached for the strip of material. “Hang on. It’s okay. Why’d you bring it?” She grinned, letting him know she had a pretty good idea what he had in mind.

  “Actually, I brought several.” Dan skimmed his hand along her arm and pulled it over her head then brought her other arm up and wrapped the soft cloth around her wrists. The other end was quickly tied to the slats in the headboard. Then, with a wicked smile, he brought out another strip, placed it in her mouth, and tied it behind her head.

  “Don’t worry. We just want to make sure you don’t cry out and wake the kid up.”

  She shot him a look that was meant to say “yeah, right” but instead held a lot of the lust filling her body. Getting tied up made her hot and ready to roll. She jerked on the binding, but had no intention of getting free. Getting tied up was even more freeing.

  “Hey, I brought a few things to the party, too.” Matthew leaned over the bed then plopped a jar of chocolate peanut butter spread as well as a can of whipped cream on the nightstand behind him. “I thought you might be hungry after being gone most of the night.”

  She tried to speak, but only a moan came out. She wanted to tell him he was right. She was ravenous, but her hunger had nothing to do with food.

  Matthew handed the whipped cream to Dan. “All yours.”

  “I don’t mind if I do.” Dan shook the can, and then reaching down to her feet, he shot a stream of the sugary confection from the tips of her toes, over her foot and ankle, and then upward.

  She shivered as he tracked a trail over her calves then paused at her buttocks and, keeping her on her side, he spread her butt cheeks apart then covered her butt hole with the cream.

  Matthew grinned as he opened the can of chocolate peanut butter. Dipping two fingers into the jar, he brought out a huge glob of the stuff. He slid his tongue over the substance then drew one finger into his mouth and sucked it off.

  “I love this junk.” He sucked the other finger clean. “But not half as much as I love tasting you.”

  She whimpered as Dan drew a circle of cream around her butt cheek then snaked a path along her spine and up to her shoulders. “Here you go, bro. But I’ll want it back soon.”

  Matthew took the can then set it aside as he dipped his fingers again. He brought them out as Dan twisted around to take her foot in hand and started licking and sucking the whipped cream off her toes. Unused to having her toes sucked, she squirmed, and the movement pushed her breasts toward Matthew.

  He layered the spread around her areolas then over the tips of her nipples. Then he moved on to her nipple, pushing the chocolate peanut butter into her navel. His eyes sparkled, showing flecks of amber, as he concentrated. He drew lines with the goo that pointed straight from the bottom curves of her breasts to the crease between her legs and her pussy. He discarded the jar then shook the whipped-cream can and covered the other substance with the white foam.

  She shivered, from Dan’s sliding over her ankle as he moved upward, along with the coolness of the cream. Matthew shot a spot of cream onto her throat then hungrily swiped it up with his tongue. “Mmm, this tastes good.”

  “She tastes good, you mean. The whipped cream is just the icing on top.” Dan eased up, skimming his hand along her thigh, then sucked up the “icing” on her butt cheek then spread her cheeks apart to lick up the cream there.

  She jerked, the touch of his hands and his tongue rippling sensations through her. She’d never liked any man playing with her ass before, but now she couldn’t get enough. The fragrance of the food mixed with the heady testosterone that filled the room. Her body called for theirs, needing them as a wolf needed the moon.

  “Give me the cream again.”

  Matthew handed Dan the can. He stayed at the hollow of her throat for a moment then slicked his tongue down to her breast.

  Dan bent her leg and added whipped cream on top of her mons. Bending over her so that his cock rubbed against her hip, he dove in and started eating up the cream. She spread her legs wider, urging him to slide his tongue lower.

  Her pussy clenched as though trying to capture his tongue as he pushed it inside her. The connection that was always between them grew even stronger until she could do nothing else except think of them. The rest of the world and all the problems disappeared. She was with the men who were meant for her, and she was meant for them.

  Dan sucked on her clit, licking up her juices instead of the cream. He drew in large gulps of air, thrilling her with the sounds of his mouth on her, his tongue in her, his fingers spreading her wider.

  Matthew ran his tongue along her body, sweeping up the cream. Pushing her to her back, he seemed to take great pleasure in letting her watch as he covered his large cock and topped his mushroomed cap off. “How about a little snow on top of the mountain?”

  Although he whispered, his voice was full of need. She nodded then arched her eyebrows.

  “I knew that gag was a bad idea.” He untied it and tossed it away. Then, leaning over her, he presented her with his cream-covered cock.

  She giggled as a large drop of the white stuff fell onto the end of her nose. “Just what I was hungry for. A whipped-cream lollipop.”

  His jokes were gone as he groaned then brought his cock lower for her to slip it into her mouth. He felt even larger now that she had him. He filled her mouth and pushed his dick toward the back of her throat. Helping her out, he moved his body up and down, doing the stroking for her.

  The flavor of the whipped cream was swept away as his own unique taste filled her mouth. She pulled on Matthew’s cock, drawing every last drop of goodness even as Dan did the same to her pussy.

  Her body spun into a frenzy as they gave and took from her at the same time. She yanked on her bindings, aching to have the added pleasure of running her hands over Matthew’s balls. The bed rattled at her efforts, and Matthew whispered, reminding her to stay quiet.

  She moaned, letting the warmth and sound flow over him, and was rewarded with him closing his eyes and gritting his teeth. He was on the edge, and although she longed to drink his cum, she wanted his cock in another way first.

  Dan held her clit between his teeth and lashed at it with his tongue. Faster than she’d have expected, her orgasm tore out of her and rolled upward to shake her limbs.

  Matthew pulled his cock out of her mouth and sat back. “Dan, I’m going to have her. Take your pick. Front or back.”

  Dan lifted his head and wiped his mouth. “Give me the spread.”

  Matthew gave him the jar then pulled her back onto her side. Her breath hitched in her throat making it difficult for her to speak. “Do something for me.”

  “Name it.” Matthew’s eyes sparkled with his eagerness.

  “Talk dirty to me.” She’d surprised them and they gave each other a look.

  Dan’s groan was deep in his throat. “Talking dirty’s fun. Kind of hard to do in a whisper as I’d prefer to add a little yelling and spanking in the mix, but there’s always the next time. Unless we’re quiet.”

  He hit her then, his hand flat on the
fleshy part of her butt. She held back a cry, but barely.

  “Bitch, tell me you want my cock in your ass.”

  She wouldn’t have thought it possible, but his words made her even more turned on. Even getting called the B name. “I want your cock in my ass.”

  “That’s it, babe. Keep it up.” Matthew took a nipple and tweaked it hard. “I love hearing you tell us what you want. As for me? I want to see your juices leaking down your leg.” His eyes narrowed. “And every time I see you wearing clothes, I want you to think about my cock in your mouth.”

  Dan slapped her butt again then shot whipped cream onto her ass and butt cheek. He used the sticky substance to ease his fingers into her butt hole. “I’m going to cram my cock inside you so hard you’re going to feel it in your mouth.”

  She was hotter than she’d ever been and wanting more. “Fuck me, Matthew. Put your cock in my pussy when Dan puts his cock in my ass. Ooh, yeah, Dan. That’s it. Work me.”

  Matthew groaned and eased his cock against her pussy as he lifted one leg over the crook of his arm. “Tell me, bitch. How hard do you want it?”

  “Hard. Real hard.”

  He slammed into her, plunging deep inside her pussy at the same moment Dan swapped his fingers for his cock. She cried then flattened her hand over her mouth to stifle the sound.

  The men, her men, pumped into her, making her feel as though they’d tear her apart in the effort. Dan added more spankings to her rump, sending fresh pain ripping into her thigh.

  Matthew shifted to lie in front of her and took a nipple into his mouth. He sucked on it hard then bit down, hard enough to hurt but not hard enough to injure.

  Both men told her how much they wanted her, how hard they’d fuck her, and demanded she tell them how much she loved it. Half of the time she was so overwhelmed by the powerful sensations racking her that she couldn’t speak. She laid her head back and let out a silent scream as Matthew rammed into her again in the same moment that Dan leaned over and nipped her on the thigh.

  The world spun as another climax, larger than the one before, stormed over her. She closed her eyes, unprepared for the strength of the assault. All she could do was ride it out and hope her body didn’t split apart.

  She wasn’t sure how they’d done it, but before she knew it, they had her untied from the bed and straddling Matthew. He tugged her bound hands over his head and leaned back on his legs as he thrust his cock into her pussy again.

  Dan bit her on her ass cheek as Matthew put his teeth to her breast. She cried out and laid her mouth against his shoulder to muffle the sound. When had biting become so erotic? She didn’t know if they’d left marks or even drawn blood, but it didn’t matter. They could sink their fangs deep into her and she would love it.

  If only they’d bite me and claim me for good.

  Although the bite to claim her was different than that they’d have given a human woman to change her, it would still be painful. But she wanted that bite, needed it to make her life complete.

  Bending her forward so that Matthew lay underneath her, Dan pushed his cock back inside her asshole. Her body trembled, the exhaustion from her run mixing with the results of their attack on her body. Trapped between them, all she could do was take the brunt and delight of their thrusts and use their bodies to support her.

  Dan whispered in her ear. “Damn, you’re tight. That’s the way I want you. Tight and hot. Can you feel my cock? Can you feel how hard I am for you?”

  She couldn’t answer, but he knew. How could he not?

  “Play with yourself, babe. Put your hand between your legs and rub.”

  She did, bracing herself on Matthew’s body as she massaged her clit. Her hair fell in front of her, and she watched the muscles in his chest and flat abdomen move with his every plunge deep inside her. She wished she could see Dan, too.

  But she felt him. Holy hell, did she feel him.

  A string of curses preceded the stiffening of Dan’s body. He gripped her breasts, fondling them from behind as he put his forehead to her shoulder and shuddered out his release. His cum warmed the small of her back then slid down over her hips.

  As though he’d been waiting for his brother, Matthew tensed then dug his fingers into her legs as he growled out his orgasm. Seeing him let go fractured her last hold on her climax, and she closed her eyes and turned it loose.

  They trembled and spasmed together. They clung to each other, their bodies forming one until the shudders finally stopped. Dan groaned and fell to the side. The last of her strength left her as she slumped forward onto Matthew then rolled off.

  The darkness of the room embraced them as they lay next to each other and regained their breath.

  “That was even better than I’d hoped it would be.”

  She smiled at the ceiling then placed a hand on Dan’s arm. “Don’t you think we’ll get better with practice?”

  “Better? Holy hell, I don’t see how you can get any better.” Matthew shifted onto his side then lifted onto his elbow and supported his head so he could look at her. “But I’m all for practicing to find out.”

  “Ditto,” added Dan.

  If only Riley weren’t around.

  She felt guilty as soon as the thought crossed her mind. She didn’t really feel that way. It was only a brief moment of selfishness on her part. Riley was a good kid. She knew that in her heart, and the poor girl had suffered through a tremendous tragedy. She couldn’t blame her for feeling like Milly would take away Dan and Matthew.

  “I wish I could make Riley understand that I’m not her enemy.”

  Although they were still whispering, the silence that followed her statement was deafening. How could she feel so attached to them at one point then so alone the next?

  “She’ll come around. She has to.”

  But she could hear the doubt in Dan’s voice. “And if she doesn’t?” She almost didn’t get the words out. It hurt to speak them.

  “We made a vow to her, Milly.” Matthew was as solemn as she’d ever seen him. He sought her out, his face appearing haggard.

  She wanted to cup his cheek and assure him that it would all work out, but then she’d be telling him a lie. “I know.”

  Dan blew out a hard breath. “We have to make her understand. If she doesn’t…”

  They tensed up, drawing even farther from her without physically moving away. “If she doesn’t, then you’ll have to leave. Without me.”

  Another painful silence enveloped her. But she had to be strong for them as well as for herself. “Let’s not jump to any conclusions yet. You just got here.”

  Matthew pounced on her optimism like a dog on a bloody steak. “Yeah. We just got here. It’ll happen. Until then, you can enjoy all you want of my body.”

  She giggled, easing the tension if only a little. But the sound soon died in her throat. She had to tell them the rest of what she was thinking, had to do what she could to protect her heart from breaking any more than it already was. She’d tell them, but she wouldn’t stick around to hear their protests or to see their hurt expressions.

  She pushed away from them and hurried to the bathroom before turning to face them. “Until she does, maybe it’s better if we don’t do…this…again.”

  Spinning around, she closed the door behind her, cutting them off before they could say anything. A quiet sob racked her as she sank to the floor.

  Chapter Seven

  The last few days were hell on earth having Dan and Matthew so close yet not as close as Milly wanted them. But it had seemed to make a difference with Riley.

  Instead of Riley trouncing out of the room anytime she came in, the girl would stay put, and even once or twice, gave Milly a strange smile. She tried not to think that the smile was more of a smirk as though Riley was holding a victory over her head, but down deep she knew it was.

  The dramatics were gone. Milly thought she’d heard Riley slipping into her room last night, but she didn’t have proof that the girl had sneaked out earlier and h
adn’t gotten in until almost midnight. She decided that it was better if she didn’t accuse the girl of anything. She could be wrong, but she doubted it. Tonight, she’d stay awake, and if she heard anything, she’d wake the men up and let them handle it.

  Dan slid onto a stool and watched Milly as she microwaved her frozen dinner. He leaned forward, careful not to let Riley catch him doing so. “Hey, it’s working, don’t you think?”

  She gave him a wan smile then pulled the tray out of the microwave and dropped it onto the counter. “I guess. Yeah. Sure.”

  “Our backing off has let Riley have the time she needed to get to know and accept you in our lives.”

  Don’t hold your breath.

  She glanced at Riley, who sat next to Matthew on the couch. The girl laughed along with her uncle at a silly movie.

  “Do you think we could test the waters?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I was thinking we could borrow some horses from your friend, Jackson Carr, and go for a picnic. Riley grew up in the city until she came to live with us, but she’s a damn fine rider. So, what do you think? Want to give it a go?”

  Spending the afternoon with Riley wasn’t Milly’s first choice of a fun time, but she couldn’t do what she really wanted to do. If she had her way, she’d shove the men into her bed again and recreate what had gone on between them three nights earlier.

  “Sure. If you think it’s worth a try, let’s do it. I could fix sandwiches, or we could swing by the diner and pick up some food.”

  “Yeah, let’s do that. Maybe some fried chicken? That’s Riley’s favorite.”

  “You bet. Next to rare steaks, fried chicken is Mack’s favorite thing to cook. I’ll give him a call and set it up. Say in about an hour?”

  Dan’s gaze heated up as he slid it over her body. “Do you have a blanket?” He swallowed and leaned in even more. “I’d love to see you buck naked lying on the blanket with the sun warming you. Not that we can with Riley with us, but I’m already fantasizing about the next time.”

  She closed her eyes, pushed down the flash of desire his words created, and then opened them to glare at him. How many times had she avoided their advances in the past few days?