Rebecca's Wolves (Wolf Masters Book 6) (14 page)

“So wet for us, love.” Miles continued to finger fuck her as her arousal shot through the roof in moments.

Every nerve ending in her body came alive instantly. She needed them.

Suddenly his hand disappeared, and she would have protested out loud except she found herself flipped over onto her back, her knees pressed up and open wide, and Miles’ mouth on her before she could catch her breath.

Her hands landed on his thick dark hair, weaving into the strands, dragging her fingers through the long locks.

Griffen stared down at her, his eyes dark with lust as he took in her body as if he’d never seen her naked before.

Her nipples pebbled further at his perusal, and he set the tips of his fingers on them to stroke so lightly she barely felt him. She arched her back in an effort to get more contact.

He removed his fingers. “Hands over your head, baby. Let us love you.”

She gasped. No one had ever dominated her like that before. It was hot. She flushed, imagining them pushing her over the edge without letting her participate. They’d shown her this side of themselves yesterday to a certain extent, but this was more.

Miles lifted his face from her pussy. “Hands, love. Release my head. Grab the rungs behind you.”

She blinked for a few seconds before she slowly complied. The idea and the tone of their voices made her feel exposed. Was it wrong? Should she let them control her like that?

Her pussy insisted on compliance, however. An ache formed in her belly that demanded release. She knew she would get exactly what she needed and more if she followed their instructions.

In fact, they both watched her intently, no longer touching her where she most needed it while they waited for her to comply.

She wrapped her fingers around the rungs and held on tight. Kinky or not, she needed to come.

“Good girl.” Griffen flicked his finger over her nipple again, making her writhe.

Wetness pooled between her legs.

“Stay still, love.” Miles dipped his face back to her clit and licked a line across the swollen nub. “I love this landing strip. So fucking sexy.”

Griffen suddenly pinched her nipple hard.

She bucked, a squeal escaping her lips. Her hands released the rungs without her permission, shooting forward to grab Griffen’s forearm.

He still held her nipple hostage as he admonished her. “Rebecca, hold the rungs, baby. Let us play.”

She panted, willing him to release her nipple while at the same time praying he did not. She did as he told her, raising her arms over her head once more. “I’ve…never…”

Griffen stared at her pinched nipple as he spoke, “I know, baby. And it will feel so good. Trust us.”

She nodded, biting her lower lip. She did trust them. As irrational as the idea was, God help her. Plus, she’d never been so horny in her life. Except perhaps yesterday.

Watching his cock bob in front of him, she licked her lips as Griffen kneeled beside her. Both men had tasted her numerous times. She had not had the pleasure.

He must have picked up on her thoughts, or followed her gaze, because he took his cock in his free hand and stroked it from base to tip.

Miles’ teeth landed on her clit, and she bucked her hips to no avail. He held her firm, prepared for her reaction.

Again he grazed his teeth over her swollen nub. “So responsive,” he mumbled against her pussy.

“I need to be in her mouth, Miles. She’s eyeing my cock like it’s candy.” Griffen continued to stroke up and down his length while she flushed, a deep warmth spreading across her cheeks.

She had been thinking exactly that. And apparently he knew it.

Miles thrust his fingers into her again while he worked her clit with his lips and teeth.

Her eyes rolled back as she slipped into a world where the only thing that existed was the intense pleasure of hanging on to the edge, that space in time right before an orgasm. Pure bliss.

And then she teetered over the top, crashing to the other side where the pulsing took over from the raw need.

Before she finished throbbing around Miles’ fingers, he released her prematurely and grabbed her waist to flip her onto her knees.

She grew dizzy from the abrupt change and was barely able to hold herself upright on her hands and knees. And then he thrust his cock into her from behind, gripping her hips and forcing her knees wider.

She moaned at the shock to her pussy, her halted orgasm flaming back to life.

While Miles fucked her hard, Griffen lifted her hair and twisted it around to lie over one shoulder. And then he crawled in front of her face and tipped her head back. “Do you want this, baby? If not, say no.”

She swallowed around the lump in her throat, her gaze lowering to his cock. “I want to.” She leaned forward, breaking free of his hands, and licked the tip, gathering up his come.

He tasted salty and masculine, pure Griffen. Then she sucked him into her mouth as deep as she could without warning.

Griffen groaned and grabbed the headboard behind him. She smiled around his length, glad to know he was as affected by her mouth as she was by his.

As she sucked him, rhythmically pulling him into her and then slowly backing off, her legs shook. Thank God Miles held her steady, or she might have collapsed.

She needed to come again in no time, not surprising since her first orgasm had been cut short.

If he would just touch my clit
…

“I will, love. I want to come with you. You’ll come when I’m ready.”
Miles’ voice in her head made her squeeze her lips around Griffen’s cock. She’d forgotten they could read her thoughts.

It was at once heady and disconcerting. She needed to be careful about what passed through her brain.

The idea of him intentionally keeping her on the edge like that made her almost come without his touch.

“Don’t come yet, love. Wait for me.”

Fuck
.

He chuckled into her head.
“I am, love.”
He picked up the pace, causing her to do the same on Griffen.

Finally, his hand released her hip and snaked around to her front. Instead of stroking her clit as she expected, he pressed his thumb into the bundle of nerves and held it.

“Now, love. Come with me.” As Miles thrust one final time deep inside her, she shattered around him, pulsing more times than she could count, relieved this orgasm was permitted completion. If she had to endure another one like the last, she would lose her mind.

Suddenly aware she held Griffen between her lips and hadn’t moved for the duration of her bliss, she sucked him in deep and swirled her tongue around his length, repeating the process several times when he moaned.

His cock stiffened in her mouth. “I’m gonna come, baby.” He set a hand on her head, nudging her to release him, but she shook him off and pulled him in farther.

She swallowed as he squirted into the back of her throat, loving the power she held over this one task. Her men might be bossy and demanding, but she had this one thing.

When Griffen was spent, he eased out of her mouth at the same time Miles pulled out of her pussy. Instead of letting her collapse against the bed, Griffen hauled her up to her knees and pressed his lips to her forehead.

Miles crawled forward, his legs straddling hers, and pressed into her back. Sandwiched between them, she let her head roll back against Miles’ shoulder, her eyes blinking open to take in the light of day flooding the room.

Before that moment, she hadn’t really noticed anything around her except her men and the way they made her feel.

Sated.

Again.

And worshipped.

Over breakfast, Griffen asked Miles question after question.

Rebecca found it odd there were so many things Griffen didn’t seem to know.

Miles shot her a quick grin. “Although we’re both wolf shifters, we were raised in very different circumstances in very different packs.”

“You call your families a pack?”

“Yes, much like real wolves,” Miles replied as he took another long drink of orange juice. Again he’d cooked for the three of them, enough food to feed ten hungry men, though again it appeared there would be nothing left over.

“What’s the difference between your families?”

Miles swallowed and continued, “My family is Native American. And although we’re both shifters, my pack has traditions that go back generations from way before white settlers came to this land. Including white shifters.”

She nodded. That made sense. She leaned back in her chair to listen, stuffed once again. “Are all the Native Americans in this area shifters?”

“No. Just my tribe—the Yobuka. The ones in this northern section of the reservation along the southern edge of the lake. We participate in many tribal gatherings, but we’re viewed as quite separate from the non-shifters.”

“They know about you?”

“Yes. Many of them do. Not all. But unlike white men, our elders, or the elders of the Native Americans on this reservation, have known of our abilities for centuries. We live in harmony.”

“Does that make the shifters somehow inferior or superior to the others?” she asked, trying to put this puzzle together, crazy as it was.

“Honestly?”

She nodded.

“We are considered superior in many ways. But we don’t think of ourselves that way. The other tribes have historically looked up to us. Especially since our line of shaman often can predict things that are helpful to the entire reservation.”

“Like your grandma.”

“Yes.”

“I see.”

Griffen leaned back in his chair and pushed his plate back. “So, tell us more about what your grandmother was so intent to impart yesterday.”

Miles set his fork down and grabbed his coffee. “My grandmother is a shaman, like I said. A medicine woman. As was her mother and her mother before that. In addition to having a deep knowledge of healing and the powers of the local vegetation, she knows things. She can sense them. She feels things even the rest of the shifters do not.

“And she has connections to the spirit world even I can’t comprehend.”

“So, if the black shadow I saw and the one we all three saw wasn’t some sort of coincidence, what does the spirit want?”

Rebecca whipped her gaze back and forth between the men, trying to take in everything they said. She sensed that Griffen was leery about the strange black aura. Odd considering he was a
freaking wolf shifter
.

Griffen turned toward her and chuckled.

“You’re in my head.” She scrunched up her nose at him.

“You think I’m a freak?” he teased.

She shrugged and toyed with the hem of her T-shirt. “I’m just not sure I understand. If there are actual humans who can shift into wolves living among men, why not strange black shadows that demand attention also?”

Miles laughed. “See? She has a point, Masters.”

Griffen lifted his eyebrows. “Sure, everybody laugh at the plain white shifter.” He cracked a smile at Rebecca. “I can see how this might appear to you. Makes sense, but I’ve known about shifters my entire life. It’s a tangible thing. Weird black spirit shadows that demand my attention? Hell, that’s fucking strange.”

Miles leaned back and crossed his arms. “Anyway, Grandma believes the spirits are trying to tell us something. And not solely based on her intuition, but also because there have been many other such sightings. Though the spirit isn’t necessarily evil. It could have good intentions. It’s hard to know the difference. The level of my grandmother’s concern is rather alarming.” Miles turned toward Rebecca as he explained this. “I told Griffen a lot of this last night. You were sleeping.”

She nodded.

“Let’s say for the sake of argument she’s right, what does it mean?” Griffen asked.

Miles took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “No one really knows.”

Griffen’s shoulders slumped. “Great. And you don’t suppose now that we’ve mated, it’s over?”

Rebecca was wondering the same thing.

Miles shook his head slowly. “I’m not buying it. There’s more to this. We didn’t need the presence of a spirit to guide us into mating. That would have happened naturally.”

Griffen nodded. “But maybe not in the time frame the spirit intended.”

Miles agreed. “Who knows how long it might have taken before the three of us were in the same place at the same time? I’m not going to deny your fall could have been by design to bring the three of us together in one spot in time, but why the urgency?”

“Does your grandmother have visions or something? Does she know more than she said?” Rebecca asked. Honestly, the entire thing sounded crazy to her, including the wolves. But she couldn’t overlook the fact the woman was sitting on the front porch when they arrived, a knowing look in her eyes.

“Sometimes. She meditates. She has many ways of slipping halfway out of the world and sticking a foot in other planes. Often she simply senses a message. She may never know why. In this case she’s convinced something bad is about to happen. And she believed the spirits were angry at us for not mating quicker, even though there hadn’t been time yet.

“She thought we were mocking the ways of Nature by not heeding Her call immediately.”

Rebecca furrowed her brow. She pushed away from the table and stood. “Right. Well, I’ll withhold judgment for now.” Anything was possible after what she’d witnessed in the last twenty-four hours.

Griffen reached out a hand and took hers to pull her closer. She wore only another T-shirt of Miles’. “Where’re you going?”

“I need to train today, guys. I’ve only got two more weeks before the race. This week is my most important training week. Next week I taper off before the actual race day.”

“And what does that mean, exactly?” Miles asked. “Where do you train? Doing what?”

“Every day is different. Today I need a long run and weight training.”

Griffen wrapped a hand around her waist and hauled her closer. He set his lips on her belly and kissed her through the shirt, sending a shiver across her middle.

She squirmed at his touch. Even after two orgasms, well one and a half, less than an hour ago, she found herself quickening in an instant. Her nipples jumped to attention, and she squeezed her legs together against the tingle in her pussy.