Amanda's Wolves

by Becca Jameson

  Instantly her body craved what it had already received more times than she could count. They weren’t kidding. Whatever pheromones they put off during this mating phase were powerful. No matter how many orgasms she had, she was never sated. She got that it was a wolf thing, but it seemed crazy that it extended to her.

  He nudged her knees wider with his thighs, making her tip her head back and moan. Every time he spread her open like that, she lost it. All train of thought vanished. Her blood raced to her clit, an achingly sweet sensation that wouldn’t abate until she came.

  And with his chest pressing into her sex… “Logan…” she moaned.

  His lips popped off her nipple and switched languidly to the other. When he bit down and flicked his tongue over the tip, the only thing that kept her from coming off the bed was his body holding her down.

  She dug her fingers deeper into his hair, knowing she had to be hurting him.

  He gave no indication that was true, however, and continued to suckle her breast until it was swollen and her body shook with need. “Logan,” she repeated.

  He released her nipple and scooted farther down between her legs, nibbling a path across her belly until his tongue flicked her distended clit.

  “Oh. God. Please.” Her eyes were so heavy, they fluttered shut, and she let go of his head to grab the sheets at her sides.

  As usual, he splayed her open wider, pushing her knees high and wrapping his hands around her thighs to hold her open. He knew her well by then. If he didn’t hold her down, she would squirm so much he wouldn’t be able to devour her.

  And devour her is what he did. And he did it like an expert. His tongue thrusted into her channel in rapid movements while he held her lips open with his thumbs. “You’re delicious,” he mumbled against her as he trailed up to suck her clit into his mouth again.

  She was so close. Always. It seemed like it took no more than seconds for either of them to bring her to orgasm. And this time was no different. Her breath hitched when he sucked harder. She could feel the blood flow to her clit, making it swollen and sensitive.

  Participating in this strange mating ritual with two wolf shifters might have sounded beyond ridiculous three days ago, but there was no way she would ever want to go back to the sweet innocent girl she’d been before Friday night. This was amazing. Humans were missing out.

  Her mouth fell open. Maybe she intended to say something, but all thoughts stopped when Logan pressed two fingers into her tight sheath and twisted them to stroke across her G-spot.

  She hovered on the edge of sanity for moments, but when his pinky landed on her puckered rear entrance, she lost the ability to hold back. Sometime between Saturday afternoon and this morning all modesty had vanished when it came to her forbidden hole, replaced with the ecstasy that accompanied both men filling her at once. This time, however, just the light touch set her off. She came around his lips and his fingers, crying out as the waves of her orgasm shook her body.

  Before the spasms receded, Logan crawled up her frame and thrust into her, pushing the air out of her lungs and sending her right back to the edge, needy and fighting a second orgasm.

  He pried her fingers off the bed, threaded his with hers, and hauled them over her head to hold them in place while he made love to her. “Baby. Lord. You drive me out of my mind.” He pulled out slowly and thrust back inside as if his life depended on getting as deep as possible.

  She moaned, her clit burning with the need to come again. Every time his groin landed against her, she felt the throbbing desire build.

  Over and over he repeated this new pattern of slowly pulling out and rapidly thrusting back in. It felt amazing, and for a second she wondered how many ways he could take her before he had to start repeating some of his moves. It didn’t matter. Every stroke of his skin against her set her on fire, even when they were clothed.

  But this…

  Suddenly he gave up the fight and fucked her harder, his face tight, his lips tucked in between his teeth. She fought hard to remain focused on his sharp features as he got closer to the edge. She also fought hard to keep from coming, holding on by a thread in hopes she could come with him.

  Finally, he released his lips and groaned low and deep, his change in expression setting her off immediately. As her pussy grabbed his cock and squeezed, she closed her eyes once again to savor every second behind her lids.

  Heaven. Nothing would ever compare with the sheer rapture of being loved and consumed by her two men.

  As she heaved for oxygen, a thought occurred to her. It took root and wormed its way into her conscious mind quickly until she shoved at Logan’s shoulders. “Shit.”

  “What, baby?” He lifted his face and stared at her with a frown. “You okay?”

  “Condoms. We haven’t used any protection. Ever.” Her heart raced at the thought of getting pregnant. That was the last thing she wanted to happen.

  Logan smiled. “You’re safe. We don’t carry diseases.”

  “Diseases? I never thought about that. Jesus.” She shoved him harder until he rolled to his side next to her. “I was only thinking about pregnancy.”

  “Well that too. You aren’t fertile right now.” He rubbed a hand up her arm. “You can’t get pregnant because you aren’t ovulating. We would never let you conceive without discussing it with you first, Amanda.”

  She stared at him, her mouth hanging open, trying to understand what he’d said. “What the hell are you talking about? How would you know if I was ovulating or not?”

  “We can smell it.”

  This time her eyes shot open wider. She glared at him harder. “Of course you can.” She slapped her forehead as if it were obvious. “What was I thinking?”

  Logan sat up and hauled her next to him. “I’m not kidding,” he said as he brushed a lock of hair from her face. “Just like we can scent our mate, we can also scent when she’s fertile. And when the time comes, we’ll know when you’re pregnant also.”

  She shuddered. “That’s past insane.”

  He smiled. “It just is.”

  When would she ever stop receiving surprises?

  »»•««

  Mary took a deep breath and settled into her chair, her hands gripping the edge of the desk. When the first mother had shown up that morning and pulled her toddler from the preschool, she’d thought little of it, accepting the woman’s claim that she simply couldn’t afford it anymore that year and intended to keep her child at home.

  But now a second family had removed their two children. It couldn’t be a coincidence that both families had been members of her former church.

  She grabbed her phone off the desk, and with an eye to the parking lot outside, she dialed Jaz.

  “Mary?”

  “Yep. You have anyone come in today and unenroll?”

  “No, but I don’t like the sound of that. What happened?”

  “Two families removed their kids this morning—so far. And they were both from the Church on the Hill.”

  “Are you shitting me?” Jazmine whispered, probably hoping to not be overheard by her staff or anyone walking by.

  “I wish I was.”

  “It’s been almost a year. Why now?”

  Mary rubbed her temple with one hand. “I can’t figure it out. Do you think it has anything to do with Amanda?”

  “God. I suppose it could, but how does anyone from that church already know Amanda has gotten together with two men? It just happened Friday night, and I’m sure the three of them spent the weekend sequestered in Logan’s condo.”

  “True. I’m just brainstorming.”

  “What about that job she interviewed for at the junior college? You said it had something to do with closing the racial divide. Someone could have gotten wind of that.”

  “And gone after me with a vengeance three days later?”

  “Hey, I’m just speculating. Same as you.”

  “I know. Sorry. I’m just frustrated. Didn’t mean to snap at you. You could be right.
” Mary tipped her head back as if the answers might surface on the ceiling. “I know you’re busy. I’ll let you go.”

  “Call Trace at least. Maybe the sheriff’s office already has a head’s up on something you don’t know about. In any case, they need to be diligent.”

  “I will. Thanks, Jaz. I’ll call you later.”

  “Love you.”

  “Love you too.” Mary’s hand shook as she ended the call and dialed Trace Masters.

  “Masters.”

  “Trace, this is Mary Williams.”

  “Ah, right. Mary. How are you?”

  Mary smiled as it occurred to her that she was suddenly much more informed about Trace and his family. He might already realize this. “I’m good. Sounds like my sister is even better.”

  “I’ve heard. Amanda, right? I met her Friday night. She seems sweet.”

  It felt odd skirting the issue the way they were, but Mary wanted to move on to the more pressing issue. They could discuss elephants later. “Listen, that’s not why I called. I wanted to let you know that two families removed their kids from my school this morning.”

  “Is that unusual?”

  “Yes, but even more strange is the fact they’re both members of the Church on the Hill.”

  “Shit.”

  “Yeah. That’s my thinking.”

  “Did you piss them off again?” he teased.

  “Hardly. At least not intentionally.” Suddenly she snapped her fingers. “Maybe I’ve been thinking in the wrong direction. I couldn’t imagine how they found out about Amanda and your brother and Sawyer yet. That seems farfetched. Also farfetched is the idea that they know Amanda interviewed for a job at the junior college. But another possibility is that they found out about Jazmine.” She muttered all of that almost to herself, not realizing what she’d revealed until she was done speaking.

  “Wait. Back up. You were talking so fast you lost me. What is the job at the junior college?”

  “It’s for some sort of research position to get more Native American kids in college. In the anthropology department.”

  “Oh. Cool. And yes, that would do it.”

  “Except she only went to the first interview on Friday. How would anyone know she interviewed or that she was related to me?”

  “Good point. And who’s Jazmine?”

  “My girlfriend.” She let the silence hang between them for a few seconds.

  “Ah,” Trace finally responded. “I didn’t know. And you’re right again. It’s much more likely they figured that out. Doubtful they’re very progressive when it comes to same-sex couples any more than they are with interracial or ménages.”

  “Exactly.” She exhaled slowly. If the cat was out of that bag, there was nothing she could do. “We aren’t advertising our relationship or anything, but it’s possible someone found out.”

  “Let’s not assume anything yet. I’ll put a feeler out and see what I can dig up. In the meantime, don’t act like you have a clue. Carry on as normal. And call me if anything else happens.”

  “Thanks, Trace.” She hesitated.

  “Anything else, Mary?”

  “My sister. You think she’s safe?”

  “Mary, she’s in great hands. We may seem unconventional to most outsiders, but trust me when I say we’re very protective of our own, and that includes you now too. We don’t like to be messed with, and we have a tendency to find the culprit and handle it. Believe me when I say we will be on top of this. Amanda has never been safer. None of us will let anything happen to her, especially not Logan or Sawyer.”

  “That’s… Trace, that’s so sweet.”

  He chuckled. “What is Jazmine’s last name? I’ll add her to my list of family.”

  Mary’s face heated. Amazing. These people she hardly knew already considered her family, and that extended to Jaz? “Wolf.”

  “Wolf. I’ve heard that name. Is she Native?”

  “Yes.”

  “Does she have a brother named Jackson?”

  “Yes. That’s her. Jackson’s the safety manager for the logging association in this area. He’s also an accountant.”

  She heard Trace snap his fingers. “That’s where I’ve heard of him. Good guy.”

  “He is. But he doesn’t know about me and Jazmine.”

  “No worries. I’ll never tell. Let me make a few calls, and I’ll see what I can dig up. Too bad we don’t still have a mole inside that church.” He laughed.

  Mary shivered. “Yeah, I’m not going back to fill that role for you, but thanks.”

  “Never would have asked you to. Hopefully we can pressure someone else. I’ll go through that list of members again and see what comes up. Thanks for letting us know. Be safe.”

  “Thank you.” She ended the call and set the phone on the desk.

  Dammit. How did her life always manage to get so complicated?

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  “What’s the rush?” Amanda asked as she padded from the bathroom, her hair dripping down her chest to soak into the fluffy white towel wrapped around her body.

  Logan stopped dressing to stare at her. She had no idea how fucking sexy she was. Always. Even now just after a shower. Even with her breasts and her sweet pussy covered.

  So pure. Innocent. Or as innocent as she could be after he and Sawyer had thoroughly debauched her in the last few days. It made his cock harder knowing he and Sawyer were the first ones to truly allow her to enjoy her body. It was amazing how many human men didn’t take care to ensure their women experienced good sex. He and Sawyer taught her everything she knew about pleasure, and watching her blush several times a day made him groan.

  “Logan?”

  He shook his head to clear his mind of thoughts of saying “fuck it” and yanking her towel away to slide into her tight pussy again. They needed to get moving. “We’re going to the lodge.”

  “Okay. Right. You need to work, don’t you?”

  He nodded. “My family can handle things. It doesn’t really matter which one of us leads the hike planned for this morning, but I can’t leave you here, and at least one of us has to stay and man the rental office.”

  “Oh.” She hesitated a second as she reached for her duffle bag and tugged out clean panties and a bra.

  Logan sauntered up to her, mostly because he was drawn like a magnet. When he reached her, he hauled her into his embrace and kissed her forehead. One of her arms was trapped between his torso and her chest, gripping the towel as if she were experiencing a sudden burst of modesty.

  In a way, he supposed she was. Habit. When he had his hands and mouth all over her delectable body, she forgot herself entirely. But when they weren’t in bed or fucking somewhere else in the condo, she seemed to find it necessary to cover herself. Often she flushed right before his eyes as if suddenly realizing he could see her breasts or her butt cheeks.

  It was endearing and cute. He didn’t mind it a bit. “As long as we have no idea who’s sending those messages or what’s happening with the logging site or your job, we won’t leave you alone for a second.”

  She nodded. “I appreciate that, but you can’t do it forever. I have to start working eventually, and you both have jobs too.”

  He smiled. At least he didn’t have to fight her on the issue this morning. He wasn’t sure what he would do if she insisted he was being overprotective.

  “Sawyer’s going to meet us at the lodge.”

  “Got it.”

  He reached between their bodies and pried her fingers off the towel to haul them up and kiss each knuckle. “Do you know how much you mean to us?”

  She swallowed and nodded subtly.

  He threaded his fingers into her wet hair and tipped her head back. “The world. I want you with one of us or another member of our family at all times.” He narrowed his gaze, hoping she knew how serious he was.

  “Okay.” She set her hands on his forearms and squeezed. “I promise. For now, Logan. Not forever.”

  For several secon
ds he continued to hold her, looking into her eyes. Finally he released her. The towel fell to the floor, and she quickly kneeled to grab her panties and tug them on.

  “We need to clear out some space so you can properly move in. Both of you.”

  She slipped her bra over her arms next and hooked it on. “Don’t worry. No rush.”

  Could she be any more perfect?

  »»•««

  The second the door swung open and Sawyer spotted his mates stepping into the lodge, he lurched forward from where he’d been leaning against the counter in the rental area. He’d been fidgeting as if he were in withdrawal. In fact, he strode across the room hastily and grabbed Amanda by the shoulders to haul her against him so he could bury his face in her hair and inhale her scent. “Missed you.”

  “It’s been like three hours,” she told his chest.

  “Mm hm…”

  She tipped her head back and grinned with her chin on his chest. “Missed you too.” She stepped back to remove her jacket and handed it to Logan.

  Logan’s father, Adam, cleared his throat from behind them.

  Amanda turned around.

  “You must be Amanda.” Adam reached out a hand and took hers. He twisted around to find his mate coming toward him. “I’m Logan’s father, Adam. And this is his mother, Carlie.”

  Carlie shoved Adam out of the way gently and closed the distance to wrap Amanda in a hug.

  Sawyer’s skin tingled at the look on his mate’s face. She was slightly overwhelmed with emotion. And rightfully so if her own parents weren’t as warm and affectionate as the Masters. Hell, when she finally got a chance to spend time with Sawyer’s mother, she would probably start crying.

  Sawyer hated that Amanda’s parents had been so stifling all her life. What a waste considering what wonderful human beings they managed to raise. It rubbed him the wrong way that both Mary and Amanda would have to carry on a farce for the foreseeable future to avoid a negative confrontation with their parents.

  “Welcome to the family.” Carlie held Amanda at arm’s length. “We’re so glad to meet you.” She turned toward Sharon and waved her over. “I don’t think you’ve met Sharon yet.”