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 kis
sed 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.
She wanted to play wild, and Jacy seemed the perfect partner to show her just how intense wild could turn.
* * * *
He was intoxicated, drunk on the finest brandy and craving more.
That’s how he felt.
His thoughts remained heavily saturated with the cloudy desire still burning in his veins. Blood ebbed toward his cock once again, on the verge of raising his momentarily sated passion. Hours of sheer delight had passed, and he was far from done.
Jacy drew small circles against her flesh with his tongue while he listened to the fervent thud of her heart and felt the rapid pulse in her neck. Each shallow breath she expelled assured him of her wonder in their mating. Her fingers tangled in his hair, her short nails scraping his scalp. Heat curled down his spine and pooled in his cock. He still had much to show her, waves of pleasure and bliss to deliver, and plenty of his seed to implant deep inside her.
He pressed back on his hands as he lowered his mouth to the rise and fall of her supple breasts. Without touching her in any other way, he curled his tongue around her nipple and elicited a breath from her. She bowed into him, the slope of her breast spreading.
His teeth scraped her areola, and she gasped. Her musky scent lifted to his nostrils. He chuckled quietly. Damn. He loved her smell, her taste.
He loved her.
He licked the valley between her breasts before mounting her other nipple and taking her tender flesh into his mouth. He sucked until her nipple peaked. Her fingers brushed over his cock, sending currents of need straight through him. His balls grew heavy.
Her light touch tickled his sensitive skin until he hardened to the extreme of before. Fresh moisture squeezed from the tip of his head, and the burning want and instinctual desire to fuck snaked back into his body.
He pulled back from her breast, sucking her nipple until she mewled and he released it.
“Turn over,” he said. Her glazed gaze dropped to his dick, and a deep blush came over her face.
“I can’t believe you’re ready—”
“Turn over, and you’ll have my readiness inside you.” He leaned back on his heels and grabbed his cock, stroking his length as she watched. Having her full attention on him as he fisted himself made the primitive wolf in him grumble from deep in his throat. “Turn.”
Shyla began to roll over, a bit too slow for his liking. He grabbed the ripe cheek of her ass and helped her along with one calculated flip, grabbing her hips and pulling her lush rump into the air.
He palmed the smooth skin of her rear before giving her a gentle squeeze. She leaned back into him, displaying her entire nether region to him. Her vaginal lips were moist with her juices and swollen from his hours of pounding into her.
His gaze lifted to the puckered back hole, still virgin territory to him. Lifting a thumb and tracing the tight opening to judge her reaction, he straightened up on his knees. His adorable little white shifted forward, away from his testing appendage.
“Not yet?” he coaxed. Shyla began to press onto his hand. He drove his thick cock into her pussy, knocking her back down. “Then I’ll just have to return to what you’re comfortable with.”
“Damn, I can’t believe how good you feel,” she moaned into the pillow. He pulled out to the tip of his shaft and thrust back inside her. She cooed her pleasure with each deep stroke.
A creak from the other room drew his attention. Maintaining a steady rhythm of pull and thrust, he looked over his shoulder.
Coal blended into the shadows of the small living room, except for his reflective eyes observing the carnal mating between Jacy and Shyla. Jacy smiled victoriously, reaching forward to pull Shyla into his chest. He never broke eye contact with Coal as he displayed their woman for him to see while being fucked.
Jacy slid his fingers between the folds of her pussy and mercilessly stroked her until she cried out, dropping her head back on his shoulder and clenching down on his erection. He groped her breast, making sure Coal saw everything he experienced before his friend.
“Keep touching me. Keep doing that,” she pleaded. Her hands dropped to his hips and she rocked into him. “Yes. Like that. Oh my God!”
“You love it, don’t you, sugar? You love my dick inside your pussy. Say it.”
“I love your dick in my pussy.”
Jacy caught the flare of anger in Coal’s dark gaze and smirked. He licked his vivacious mate from shoulder to ear. Her head lifted from his shoulder, and she dropped forward on her hands. He rammed into her over and over until he released his seed and collapsed on the bed, pulling her into him. Gracing her face with light kisses, he watched in the distance as the glow of Coal’s eyes extinguished. A moment later, the side door creaked open and eased shut.
Shyla tried to sit up, but Jacy held her down. No way in hell would he let her go to Coal tonight. She was his for the pleasing.
“Is Coal up?” she asked. Concern swept away her lusty veil.
“He’s probably just stepping outside. He enjoys fresh air most of the time. He’ll be fine.”
Jacy smiled triumphantly into Shyla’s hair.
He was the claimant of their shared woman, their mate.
Chapter Seven
Shyla slipped out of the bed, pulling the heavy wool blanket around her naked body as she walked over to the window. She spotted Coal standing at the edge of the forest, gazing down at the lake. The gentle ripples of the water shimmered beneath the brilliant white moonlight, the same light that filtered through the trees, casting Coal in a gray glow that ignited the sexual hunger she believed Jacy had quenched. Her breasts grew heavy, her nipples peaking as they rubbed against the abraded fabric.
Visible strokes of airy white steam rose from his skin, most likely feverish in the wintry night. She couldn’t help but stare at him, immense and brooding and delectable. Leaning against a tree with his arms crossed over a naked chest, he became an exquisite painting of shades. Every inch of toned and corded muscle created a scale of grays. Each immaculate dip and chisel showed.
Glancing back to the bed where Jacy slept, sp
layed over the blankets, she couldn’t begin to imagine what she did to deserve these two. Although not nearly as solid and bulky as Coal, Jacy’s toned frame made her mouth just as dry and her core just as wet as the dark beauty outside, her black wolf.
Keeping as quiet as possible, Shyla opened the rickety old door and slid into the night with nothing but the blanket. She brushed aside the thought of stepping on bugs. All she wanted was to get to Coal, her battle-bruised guardian.
He looked back and caught her eye across the distance stretched between them. Shyla paused, watching him roll off the tree and make way toward her. She moved up to the picnic table and waited.
The minute he came within reach, Shyla stepped into his arms. She closed her eyes and drank in the heat of his large, solid body. She breathed him into her soul, realizing the hardest part of coming to Hood River would be when she had to leave.
That day would shred her heart.
“Where’s Jacy?” he asked, his voice quiet and calm, meant solely for her ears.
“Inside. Sleeping.” She nestled closer to him, the shadowy whisperer in her spirit leading her to her mate. “How’s your shoulder?”
“Better. You play doctor very well.”
“You scared me,” she confessed, ignoring his attempt to be lighthearted about his horrific injuries. They may have practically healed, but the stark reminder of the attack less than twenty-four hours ago left her cold inside. She hadn’t realized just how much these men meant to her, how naturally they filled the emptiness she desperately sought to plug back home. Coal’s injuries provoked an instinctual move to nurture and coddle him until well.
Jacy’s kiss provoked her valiantly suppressed sexual hunger until he had her in bed.
“I never meant to scare you, love.”
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