Alyssa's Wolves (Wolf Masters, Book 4) Page 17

  “I’m not going to last, love.” He spoke through gritted teeth. “If you don’t let loose, I’m going to come in your mouth.”

  Was that a challenge? No way would she stop now. She needed to swallow him, taste his cum. Alyssa reached behind Tyler with both hands and gripped his firm ass. She increased the pressure on him and sucked her cheeks in as she drew him deep.

  Tyler stiffened, his body completely still. His back arched as he flung his head back and came in warm spurts against her throat. “Oh, God, Ali.” His words were clipped.

  He came hard, and she swallowed everything he gave her.

  “That’s it, baby. Swallow all of him.” Michael’s words of encouragement drove her on. “That’s so hot.”

  Tyler pulled his cock from her mouth. He tipped her head up with one hand and stared into her eyes, his green gaze burrowing deep. “You are the most amazing woman I’ve ever met. And I’m the luckiest man alive.”

  He bent to kiss her thoroughly, his tongue delving in between her lips.

  While he kissed her like a starving man, he lifted her by the arms and pulled her to standing. Not breaking the kiss, he propelled them across the room together.

  Alyssa’s eyes fluttered shut under the assault of his mouth. She squeezed his biceps with both hands, afraid she’d trip and fall through the earth if she let go.

  Finally, she bumped into something soft, and a quick shove separated her from Tyler and sent her falling back across the vast king-sized bed. Her eyes popped open as she landed, her gaze immediately registering the naked body of her other mate, hovering over her from behind. He’d beat them onto the bed.

  Michael smiled down at her. “I never thought there’d come a day when I would relish the idea of watching another man’s cock in my woman’s mouth. But that was so fucking hot.” His voice was gravely. “I was wrong. It was fated I see.”

  “How is it different?” Alyssa whispered.

  Michael paused and glanced toward the ceiling as though pondering his response. “It’s hard to explain. It’s as though you are so important to me that I’m at once relieved to know another man has your back to keep you safe, while at the same time comforted by the fact that you will always be twice as sexually satisfied having us both at your side.”

  Alyssa felt the flush that covered her cheeks. Her chest was warmed too, but she still had all her clothes on. She smiled up at Michael. “That’s perfect.”

  “I couldn’t have said it better myself. I didn’t know you were so eloquent, Michael.” Tyler chuckled, and he climbed onto the bed. “One of us has far too many clothes on.”

  Tyler reached for the button on her jeans while Michael grabbed the hem of her sweater. In tandem, they pealed her clothes off, dropped the sweater and jeans, and returned to divest her of her bra and panties too.

  Alyssa still felt a wave of modesty under their gazes. Tyler stroked her thighs, straddling her at the knees. Michael caressed her arms and pulled them over her head. She felt overwhelmed by their presence and wanted to turn the tables back around, at least for a little while. The experience of feeling like she was in control of something in their sex life had been exhilarating.

  Alyssa squirmed beneath her mates and twisted herself from their grasp. Kneeling between both men, she turned to Michael and pushed him down flat on his back. “I’m still a little hungry.” She needed to taste him too, feel that sense of power she knew she’d only ever achieve with one of them in her mouth.

  Michael smiled at her. “You won’t catch me complaining.”

  Bolder and more sure of herself than minutes ago with Tyler, Alyssa leaned over Michael and licked his length from base to tip. His cock bobbed in front of her, and he gripped her at the hip with one hand. A glance at his expression showed his eyes rolled back and his mouth hanging open as though stifling a moan. Good. Just the effect she wanted.

  Emboldened, Alyssa straddled Michael’s legs and leaned forward to take him completely into her mouth. Pressed into the bed like he was, there was no escape from whatever she wanted to do. He couldn’t pull away.

  Michael’s hands landed on her head, tangled in her hair, but she didn’t feel pressured. She realized his actions were involuntary. She sucked him deep a few times, and then she nibbled tiny kisses down one side and up the other. With one hand she reached between his legs and cupped his balls, weighing them and gently exploring their fragile contents.

  Michael stiffened beneath her touch, and she peered at his face to judge his reaction. One hand still rested on her head; the other had slid down to grab the comforter, clutching it in a death grip. He looked like a man on the edge of orgasm, not a picture of someone in distress. Nevertheless, Alyssa released his sac and resumed her exploration of his cock.

  A lick across the slit proved he was as salty as Tyler, his taste mixing with the distinct scent that was all Michael, a combination of his body wash and his personal musk.

  Hands landed on Alyssa’s ass while she resumed a steady sucking motion on Michael.

  Her sex was exposed to Tyler’s meandering touch with the wide stance she had straddling Michael’s thick legs.

  And Tyler took advantage, massaging and kneading the flesh of her ass and thighs until she actually pushed her butt out toward him, pleading with her body for more contact. Instead, Tyler teased her mercilessly, dancing his fingers between her legs, but not touching where she most needed contact.

  She sucked harder on Michael, as though that would increase the likelihood she’d get more friction from Tyler. No such luck. She even squirmed, her sex dripping between her legs.

  In a swift unexpected move, Michael grasped her head and held her against him with firm pressure. He moaned, his head rolling to one side, and came in pulsing thrusts against her throat. Once again Alyssa swallowed what her mate had to offer, starving for whatever she could get. She loved the effect she had on her men. It boosted her confidence in this mating game.

  Michael tugged her head gently away from his cock. “So sensitive. Give me a minute.”

  She gazed at his peaceful expression and climbed up to lie down alongside him.

  Tyler went with her, sandwiching her between her mates. His stiff length pushed into her hip, warning her he was “up” once more.

  Surrounded by testosterone and severely lacking in the area of her own sexual satisfaction, Alyssa reached for Tyler’s length and came up short when he grasped her wrist.

  “If I recall correctly, there was going to be a show.” Tyler inched back from her touch.

  Chapter 15

  Show?

  Alyssa scrambled to find a memory in her mind to match that request. Oh God. The truck. They wanted to watch her masturbate.

  She shot up to sitting and twisted around until she could stare at both men lying on the bed. She shook her head. “I’ve…” Her mouth hung open. Words were trapped inside. “I’ve never done that even without an audience.”

  Michael smiled. “Never? You’ve never rubbed your clit until you came?” He leaned up on his elbows.

  Alyssa bit her lip, her head still shaking back and forth. Jeez, sex was not discussed in the home where she’d grown up with her parents. Moving here two years ago had been a whirlwind of events just trying to fit in and assimilate to a new normal. At no point in her twenty years had she thought, hmm, I think I’ll just go to my room and touch myself.

  Tyler sat up next to Michael. He fidgeted around, moving pillows and blankets behind him, and then turned back to face Alyssa. Her lip ached where she still clutched it between her teeth.

  Tyler reached for Alyssa’s arm and tugged her back up between the men, situating her against the newly formed mound of pillows. Before she knew what was happening, both men scooted back from her and sat staring at her from both sides. She looked back and forth between them. They both had a twinkle in their eyes.

  Michael cleared his throat, but his voice still sounded raspy when he spoke. “Lean back and spread your legs, baby.”

  Alyssa was me
smerized by the look in his eye. She wanted to please him, and her sex hummed, quivering beneath his gaze. She was wet, moisture pooling between her legs.

  She did as he said and opened herself to her mates’ gazes.

  “Your blonde curls are so sexy. Are you wet? Run a finger through your slit, and show us.” Tyler spoke this time.

  She turned his direction, but after seeing his face, she closed her eyes and leaned back. Without looking at them, she could pretend they were touching her. She fell into a dream world in which she was worshipped by two sexy shifters. Except that was her reality, and even when she touched herself, they were the masters of her arousal.

  Alyssa pressed her legs wider and tentatively reached between them. With her pointer, she grazed through the opening of her sex and dragged the moisture up across her clit. She flinched at her own touch and moaned at the sensation.

  “That’s it, baby. So responsive. So hot. Swirl that finger around your clit.” Michael spoke from one side, his voice still deep with arousal.

  When she couldn’t stand the torture any longer, Alyssa flicked over the tiny nub that currently ruled her universe and then pinched it between two fingers. She arched into her own touch and moaned loud enough to startle herself.

  “Suck your finger into your mouth, Ali. Taste yourself.”

  She did as Tyler instructed, savoring her own flavor on her tongue and removing the finger with a pop. Her moisture was not as salty as Michael’s and Tyler’s but sweeter.

  “Pinch your nipples, baby.” Michael leaned forward, not touching her, but she could tell even with her eyes rolled back that he was closer.

  With both hands, she circled her breasts and then closed in on her nipples, grasping each one between her pointers and thumbs. Exquisite torture. Who knew she could give herself such pleasure?

  “Leave one hand on your breasts, but move the other to your pussy, Ali. Press inside with two fingers.” When she complied, Tyler continued, “That’s it—curve those fingers along the top wall of your pussy as you drag them out… God, that’s hot.”

  Alyssa lifted her hips off the bed, an attempt to get a better angle, reach deeper. She pumped her fingers in and out, her breathing heavy.

  Panting, unable to get enough oxygen, Alyssa pulled out of her sex and flicked her fingers over her clit once again. The men stopped directing her. Either that, or she just couldn’t hear them anymore. Frantically, she pinched first one nipple and then the other while she held the hood of her clit back and flicked a finger over and over the little nub.

  She was so close. So close to the ecstasy she’d experienced at Tyler’s and Michael’s hands. She knew now what that experience of crashing over the edge felt like, and she wanted that again.

  “Come, baby. We want to watch you come.” Michael was so close now she felt his breath on her thigh. “Open your eyes. Look at me while you come.”

  She couldn’t avoid his command. Through a narrow slit, she peered out at Michael and then Tyler. Both men’s eyes were glazed over with arousal.

  Enjoying her power once again, she flicked her clit faster until her legs shook with need, and she exploded. Her pussy clutched at the emptiness, and her legs wobbled until they failed her, and she set her butt back down on the mattress.

  Alyssa’s legs flopped wide as she released the pinch on her nipple and slowed the movement of her fingers around her sensitive clit.

  *

  Tyler couldn’t get a word to leave his mouth. He thought he might swallow his tongue. His mate was the sexiest creature on earth, and he was one of two very lucky bastards.

  When he regained the ability to command his limbs to move in coordination with each other, he crawled up Alyssa’s side and took her lips in a long, slow, gentle kiss. He licked the slit of her lips casually at first and then swept inside to let his tongue join in a dance with hers.

  With his free hand, he cupped her breast, just grazing his fingertips around the globe. She was small in stature, but her breasts were more than a handful, considering the size of her frame.

  Tyler finally pulled back and set his forehead against Alyssa’s. She smiled at him. “You liked that?” Her voice was coy. She even batted her eyes.

  “Apparently you did too,” he supplied.

  “It was okay.” She shrugged, seeming to forget the moaning orgasm of moments ago. “But not as good as the tight feeling of having you inside me.”

  “I think we can fix that easy enough. Michael?” Tyler glanced to the side.

  Michael made his way up beside Alyssa and lay next to her. “Climb on top of me, babe. I want to feel my cock inside your pussy this time.”

  Alyssa twisted into position and straddled Michael’s legs. Her pussy spread wide open and her ass in the air made Tyler gasp. She would be tight. He had no doubt. Probably tighter than the sweet pussy he’d been in last night. It was time to switch.

  “Lower yourself over Michael.”

  As Alyssa lined herself up and sank down over Michael’s cock, she rested her hands alongside Michael’s head.

  Tyler didn’t take his eyes off the two shifters he would spend his life with, as though they might disappear if he did. He climbed quickly off the bed and grabbed the lube from his overnight bag. In seconds he was behind Alyssa, straddling Michael’s legs.

  Her ass was so sexy he took a minute to run his fingers over the globes until she wiggled beneath him.

  “Please…” Her voice was breathy.

  Tyler squirted a generous amount of lube onto his fingers and circled her puckered hole until she relaxed her clenched cheeks. He slipped first one and then two fingers inside, scissoring them to stretch her. “Are you sure you aren’t too sore from last night?” He gritted his teeth, but he still didn’t want to hurt her.

  “God, Tyler. Please. I need you both inside me.”

  Tyler held his breath, released his fingers, and pushed his cock into her tight heat in one slow thrust. Oh my God. He knew she’d clench him more than he’d ever experienced, but this was almost unreasonable. He’d never make it through even one thrust before he shot off.

  With both of them inside her, Alyssa moaned and then squirmed between them. “Please … move…”

  Tyler pulled out, but it was with herculean strength that he kept from coming immediately. Think of something awful. Or at least something not the least bit sexy. Nuns. Chickens. Peanut butter.

  It didn’t work. He could still feel the incredible pull of Alyssa’s ass on his cock. Hell, even peanut butter could be sexy if he spread it on her nipples and licked them clean.

  Alyssa arched her back, holding herself up with wobbly arms. She even added to the rhythm by thrusting her ass back and forth with each synchronized movement of her mates. Tyler had to concentrate to keep from grabbing her hips and holding himself deep inside her.

  “I’m not going to last,” he finally admitted.

  “Oh … God…” Alyssa flung her head back and stiffened. She ground herself down on Michael’s cock and held still. “Tyler…”

  Assuming she wanted the increased contact, Tyler pushed inside her, his cock rubbing against Michael’s through the thin lining between her pussy and her ass. The effect was to increase the clench on his dick and forced him to erupt right alongside Alyssa.

  Michael groaned at the contact too and seconds later erupted with them. The contraction of Alyssa’s ass squeezed Tyler’s cock as though milking him dry.

  Tyler’s legs shook when he finally came down from his perch, seemingly having floated above the bed. He had to pull out and collapse beside his mates or risk toppling them both with him.

  Alyssa didn’t move. Her chest heaved on top of Michael, and Tyler watched the rise and fall of the two of them as they breathed deeply together.

  God, he loved that woman. He’d known her only a few days, and already he couldn’t stand not having her next to him. He’d be a happy man if he could just keep one hand on her at all times for the rest of his life.

  He considered Micha
el’s words from earlier and realized the deep meaning of his statement. Their trust was growing so quickly, and it was true that Tyler would be more relaxed throughout each day knowing that Michael was also there for her. As long as one of them was always close, she’d be loved and protected her entire life.

  Not that she needed protecting, but shit happened in the world of shifters. Anything was possible.

  “I need to shift.” Alyssa spoke while lifting herself off Michael and holding herself over his chest. He was still impaled in her pussy.

  “There’s plenty of space. We can scoot over so you have room.” Michael rubbed her arms and nodded to his side.

  “No, not that kind of shift. I need to shift. Run. With you two at my side.”

  “Oh.” Michael smiled, and Tyler grabbed her arm to get her attention.

  When she looked at him, Tyler saw the conviction in her gaze. “Are you ready?”

  Alyssa nodded. “Is now okay?”

  “Absolutely. Let’s go outside.” Michael lifted Alyssa off his shaft and sat up.

  Tyler stood first and grabbed Alyssa’s hand.

  “Is there anything I need to know?” Her eyes grew huge with unanswered questions.

  “Not really. It’s totally natural. It’ll just come. As soon as you shift, you’ll quickly adjust. It’s so freeing.” Tyler tugged her toward the door.

  Michael grabbed her other hand. “Can you feel it? The urge to change?”

  “Yes.” She stepped out the door as Tyler held it open. “It’s like an itch just beneath the surface. A need really. Not unlike the need to mate.”

  “Just let it come. Don’t fight it. Relax. Close your eyes if you want and think of your wolf form.” Tyler released his grip on her hand and stepped back. He watched in awe as his mate, the woman he would spend the rest of his life loving devotedly, let the change to wolf form take her over.

  It was quick. In moments she’d shifted and set herself down on all fours. “Are you coming?” She angled her glorious blonde head back at the men and seemed to grin.