Sharon's Wolves (Wolf Masters Book 10)

by Becca Jameson

  “That’s right.” He chuckled. “I told you to keep your hands around the slats.”

  “But…” Her voice trailed off as he tugged the other end of the sheet and secured it to the headboard. When he was finished, she pulled on her hands only to find them nearly completely immobile. “Cooper…”

  He sat back on his heels and gazed down at her. His fingers landed on her lips, pulling the bottom one down and then releasing it. They followed his gaze to her chest. “You have the most wonderful breasts I’ve ever seen.” His touch was gentle now, not the tugging, plucking, sucking, pulling of before. Instead he barely stroked the tips of his fingers over her nipples.

  Goose bumps rose on her chest. She needed more. She pulled again against the headboard. There was no way she was going to escape without some concentration and effort, and currently she had no brain cells to enable either task.

  Cooper skimmed his fingers in circles around her nipples next, teasing the sensitive flesh of her breasts. “I love the way they respond to me.” He leaned forward and flicked his tongue over one nipple, just enough to moisten the tip and make her arch into him. But his mouth was gone, retreating back so the only contact he had with her breasts now was the intimate touch of his gaze.

  She would swear she could feel him stroking her with his eyes. “Oh. God. Cooper.”

  He ignored her. His fingers trailed down her belly and then back up her sides to glance over the outer edges of her breasts on their way to her shoulders. “Your skin is so smooth.”

  She dug her heels into the bed, but no amount of pushing would dislodge Cooper from the straddle he had around her thighs.

  His cock bobbed in front of her, hovering in the air while he gave no indication he intended to use it inside her.

  She bit her lip. How was it possible she was this much more aroused from the restraint than she had been moments ago?

  “I know. It feels so good, doesn’t it?”

  She groaned when she realized he’d read her thoughts.

  “I can drive you mad with need.”

  “Please…” Her bottom lip quivered at his threat. She might self-combust if he didn’t take her soon.

  “Please what?” he asked casually.

  “Please, Cooper. Please claim me. I need to feel you inside me.”

  “Mmm. Guess you should have thought of that before you let go of the headboard, huh?”

  Oh. My. God. Was he going to punish her?

  He chuckled again. “Does this feel like a punishment?” He danced his fingers back over her nipples. They were so sensitive by then, it felt as though he’d been tugging on them for an hour instead of barely teasing the tips.

  A noise behind Cooper made her lift her head to find Jackson strolling into the room. “Did I miss something?” He sat on the edge of the bed.

  “Yeah.” Cooper didn’t add anything to that one word.

  Jackson glanced at the place where Sharon’s hands met the headboard. “That’s hot.”

  She felt the flames heat her face. Were both of her men unhinged?

  “What’d you do, love?” Jackson asked.

  She opened her mouth in shock. No sound came out.

  Cooper tapped her bottom lip. “Tell him, baby.”

  She blinked several times.

  “Tell him why you’re trussed to the bed like this.”

  She licked her lips and found a small voice. “I let go of the headboard.” The admission made her feel like a recalcitrant child. Unfortunately it also sent a new wave of heat and wetness to her pussy. The world had gone completely mad.

  “Hmm. Guess you won’t do that again.” Instead of joining them, Jackson stood, removed his clothes, and left the room. A moment later she heard the shower.

  He left?

  Fingers on her breasts drew her attention back to Cooper, the other player in this weird twisted nightmare. Indeed he was a boob man. No denying that. And she liked it too. The attention he lavished on her chest was powerful. A tight ball of need grew in her belly. There was every chance she would come from the contact to her breasts alone.

  Finally, he shuffled his knees farther down her body and then nudged her legs apart to settle between them. “Spread wider for me.”

  She lifted her knees slightly and let them fall open. Her legs shook as if chilled. She’d never felt so exposed. The very idea of being tied to the bed and open to his gaze made her arousal shoot higher.

  He let one finger graze down her thigh from her knee to her pussy, not touching her but rather lifting over the sensitive skin that pleaded with him to make contact, and settling on the other thigh to continue to stroke up to the opposite knee. “So sexy.”

  She heaved for oxygen, her chest rising and falling. “Open more for me.”

  More? She tried to focus on his face, but his gaze was pinned to her pussy. Patiently, he stared at her, not touching her at all anymore. Waiting.

  Oh. God. She moaned silently in her head.

  Finally, she forced her legs wider, feeling the cool air as it hit her lower lips when they parted for him. Wetness leaked out of her pussy to run between her ass cheeks. “Cooper. I’m not…”

  “What? Aroused?” He dipped one finger into her core and drew out the evidence of her arousal.

  She moaned loudly and lifted her hips off the mattress. No denying she was aroused. But she wasn’t the sort of woman who liked to be tied to the bed and ravaged. Was she?

  “Let’s just see. Shall we? Evidence would suggest you’re exactly this kind of woman.”

  She mentally slapped herself for not blocking him. But it was nearly impossible to keep him out of her thoughts under the circumstances. She’d never once considered the possibility that she’d be open to any aspect of BDSM, but dammit, her belly dipped under the assault, her pussy gripping at nothing. Her clit throbbed with need. She was on the verge of an orgasm, and this mate of hers hadn’t touched her directly any place that mattered.

  When she lifted her hips off the bed to silently plead for mercy, Cooper grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under her lower back. “There. Better. I can see you more directly like this.”

  Mortification spread through her again, her chest undergoing the telltale signs that it was now splotchy with red heated embarrassment laced with desire.

  Jackson emerged from the bathroom, his hair damp from towel drying it. The towel itself was wrapped low around his hips. When he approached, he pulled up a chair and sat next to the bed. “Mind if I watch?”

  Cooper nodded. “Please do. It would seem our mate enjoys a bit of bondage. In a moment I’m going to make her scream so loud the neighbors will hear.”

  She didn’t doubt his words. She was already so close it wasn’t funny.

  “Legs, baby. Wider.”

  She sucked in a sharp breath as she glanced down to find she’d closed her knees several inches. She pressed them back open as Cooper resumed his perusal of her most private parts.

  It was crazy how he affected her. After all, both he and Jackson had seen every inch of her body. Hell, they’d also tasted every inch. Why, then, did it make her wild to hold herself open to him like this?

  “Lord, that’s hot. Cooper you’re amazing with your mouth,” Jackson commented. “I mean, I had a taste of it myself the other day, but watching you in action is even sexier.” He leaned forward. “And I’m talking about his words, not his tongue.” He smirked.

  Sharon’s face heated further.

  Cooper used both hands to press her thighs open wider. “Your pussy is so fucking sexy. I’ll never get enough of staring at it.”

  Wetness leaked out of her again, trailing down to her ass. She had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from begging.

  He pulled her lower lips apart with his thumbs and held her steady. “So pink and wet. You’re glistening with need.”

  She moaned. If he didn’t stop…

  Those same thumbs lined up on both sides of her clit next and pinched it away from her body.

  She shrie
ked.

  “That’s it. Just feel my touch.” His voice was low and controlled as if this were no big deal to him.

  She knew that couldn’t be true. His cock bobbed rock hard in front of him, the tip leaking with precome.

  When he released her clit, he thrust both thumbs into her core as far as they could reach.

  Sharon screamed. She came around those two thumbs as if he’d been fucking her for hours instead of the single thrust. Her channel pulsed around him.

  “That’s it. So gorgeous.” His words were muffled by the ringing in her ears from the intensity of the orgasm. And then his thumbs were gone.

  Her vision blurred, and she couldn’t hold her eyes open, so it was a great shock when Cooper leaned over her body and thrust his cock into her quivering pussy.

  He grunted as soon as he was in to the hilt.

  She lost her last brain cell as he pulled halfway out and then plunged back into her. Her breasts jiggled, making her aware of both their sensitivity and the fact that her arms were secured above her head.

  Cooper lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her, licking the seam of her lips until she opened for him. When his tongue slid between her lips, she sucked it gently in deeper, mimicking the movement of his cock. His elbows cradled her underarms, his hands threading into her hair.

  She moaned around his tongue, suckling it with every thrust of his length inside her sheath. Each time his groin hit her clit, she arched her hips upward, trying to gain more contact.

  “Look at me, love.”

  She twisted her head to the side at the sound of Jackson’s voice. Although she knew he was in the room because his scent filled the space, she’d been so consumed with Cooper, she hadn’t been able to focus on Jackson. It was heady knowing he was watching her, staring at her. And now she realized he had dropped the towel and held his cock in his hand, stroking it gently up and down the shaft.

  His gaze was cloudy but focused entirely on her face. “I want to see your expression when you come again.”

  Cooper nibbled a path to her ear and down her neck. Her mouth fell open, however, when he picked up the pace, angling his cock so that more of the base pressed against her clit.

  “Do you have any idea how sexy you are?” Jackson whispered. His gaze traveled up and down her body, all the way to the tips of her fingers at the headboard and back to her face.

  She fought to hold his gaze, wavering with every thrust into her pussy. She was so close to coming, and judging by the low groan coming from Cooper, he was too.

  Suddenly he shocked her by pulling out of her sheath.

  She protested, yanking her gaze to face him. “No. Oh, God. Please. Cooper.”

  He frowned. “Eyes on Jackson. No one told you to move your head.”

  She swallowed hard, her pussy contracting with every word he spoke.

  He stared at her, waiting.

  Finally, with no other option, she turned her face back to the side and met the stern expression of her other mate. “That’s a girl. Eyes on mine.”

  “If you look away from Jackson, I’ll stop. Understood?” Cooper’s voice was deep and authoritative.

  “Yes.” The word was weak, barely audible, but she knew they both heard her fine, out loud and mentally. And she had no choice. She needed to come so badly it hurt. The only way she was going to reach that goal currently was to follow Cooper’s directions.

  “Come closer, Jackson. Let her see your cock. Stroke it in her line of sight. Make her watch as you come next to her.”

  Sharon shuddered. Damn the man had a way of controlling a room.

  Jackson followed Cooper’s instructions, standing in front of her and leaning his thighs against the bed while his palm slid up and down his shaft, teasing her, tormenting her with its length and the pearl of precome dripping from the tip.

  She wanted to taste him, swallow him, devour him, but she knew better than to suggest anything of the sort. It would only prolong her agony. So she watched his movements instead, mesmerized by the show.

  Cooper’s fingers reached between her legs to gather her wetness. He drew them up to circle her clit and flick several times over the tip. And then he traveled back through the slit between her lips and coated his fingers with her arousal.

  It shouldn’t have shocked her for him to trail down lower between her legs and tap the tighter bud between her cheeks. Both men had taken her there. But it was unexpected when just one man was fucking her senseless.

  Cooper made his intentions clear, thrusting two fingers into her tighter hole several times. When he was satisfied, he pulled his fingers out of her and lined his cock up with her rear hole.

  She kept her gaze on Jackson, noticing he handed Cooper the discarded towel while he continued to stroke himself.

  And then Cooper pressed into her, slowly at first and then finishing with a final thrust that left her gasping. He held himself above her with one hand and the strength of his legs. With his free hand, he reached between them and plunged three fingers into her pussy. His thumb landed on her clit and pressed firmly.

  Sharon blinked several times, fighting to keep her gaze on her other mate. She wanted to close her eyes and concentrate on the sensations assaulting her through both orifices, but she wouldn’t dare risk having him stop.

  Jackson leaned forward. He stroked her hair off her forehead and kissed her temple. “You’re doing so good, love. It’s amazing watching you come unhinged under Cooper’s touch.”

  Cooper grunted louder as he fucked her harder, his fingers thrusting in and out of her pussy in rhythm with his cock in her ass. The pressure was unbelievable. Delicious. So perfect.

  As she got closer to the edge, her mouth fell open farther.

  “That’s it, love. Show me how good it is. Come for me.”

  At Jackson’s words, she shattered, her entire body convulsing with the orgasm. She would have screamed out if her vocal cords had been functioning, but that wasn’t the case. No sound escaped her lips.

  While she was still trembling from the many tremors inside her, like the aftershocks of an earthquake, Cooper held himself deep inside her, his own orgasm filling her.

  She kept her gaze locked on Jackson’s, not wavering, even when he came against the sheets, shooting his orgasm inches from her face, his eyes closing as he tipped his head back and moaned.

  That small victory made her grin through the haze of her vision, her sated body melting into the bed.

  Cooper kissed her lips gently and reached above her head to release her hands. “Jesus, Sharon. You’re so fucking sexy. I’m the luckiest bastard alive.”

  “I beg to differ,” Jackson panted out beside them. “Second luckiest.”

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Melinda jerked awake. Something had startled her. She blinked her eyes several times until she realized she was at the hospital and she’d fallen asleep sitting in a chair with her face resting on Mimi’s bed. She held Mimi’s hand clutched in hers.

  But the thin fingers were no longer lying limp; they were squeezing Melinda’s back gently.

  Melinda lifted her gaze to find Mimi looking at her. She stood abruptly to lean over her grandmother’s frail body.

  Thank goodness. Mimi had been lying there for over twenty-four hours. It was late afternoon on Monday. Her inability to regain consciousness had begun to scare Melinda to death.

  Mimi was the most important person in Melinda’s life, outside of her mates. The woman had raised her and her brother alone. After her mother, Joyce, had been banished from tribal land and the pack when Melinda and Miles were only three, Mimi had taken care of them.

  Even though Joyce and Laurie had grown into their abilities over the last months, neither of them were as strong a shaman as Melinda, who had learned everything from her grandmother and honed her skills over her entire life.

  Mimi licked her lips and opened them as if to speak.

  Melinda brushed the thin strands of Mimi’s hair from her face. “It’s okay, Mimi. You’re
okay. You’re in the hospital.”

  Mimi blinked and glanced around.

  “You had a stroke. But we got you here as fast as possible. It will take time for you to get your strength back.” The truth was no one knew how much Mimi would be affected by the stroke.

  The doctor was a shifter, which helped. But there were too many unknowns. Normally, a wolf shifter would simply change forms in order to speed the healing process. But occasionally that wasn’t possible, especially if the injured or sick was unconscious or too weak to make the shift.

  In Mimi’s case, she was growing older, and strokes had the ability to cause permanent damage that wasn’t reparable. Shifters weren’t immortal. In fact, their lifespans often weren’t longer than a regular human’s. They simply didn’t spend their lives in casts and stitches. Bones and cuts healed quickly. Cancers might be slower growing in their bodies, but they could kill. And strokes could be damaging to the brain in a way that wouldn’t respond to human medicines or shifting.

  In any case, Mimi was in no condition to shift. She was too weak.

  Joyce and Laurie hurried into the room. Melinda didn’t have to turn around to know they were there. It had been months since the four of them stumbled upon and then honed the ability to communicate with each other in human form.

  While most shifters could only speak telepathically in wolf form, the female descendants of Mimi had recently come into the ability to converse between each other in human form also. And their senses were so sharp, they rarely needed to reach out telepathically to know when one of the others was in distress, awake, or any other strong emotional state.

  Mimi glanced beyond Melinda toward her daughter and her other granddaughter. It was a good sign. But then she squeezed Melinda’s hand tighter and tugged her closer. “Go.” The one word came out so softly it was almost inaudible.

  Melinda furrowed her brow. “Go where, Mimi? I’m staying here with you. We need to help you get your strength back.”

  Mimi swallowed and shook her head slightly. “Go.”