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, splayed 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.”
“Don’t do it again.”
“I’ll do my best. I’m not one to go down lightly,” Coal assured, petting her mussed hair.
A soft breeze whistled through the towering trees, branches swaying and creating a beautiful mosaic of shades over the ground. The night soothed every worry she had only a few hours ago. Standing in Coal’s arms secured her mind and her heart.
“Are you cold?” she whispered.
“The cold doesn’t bother me. You?”
“Not while I’m standing against you.” The corner of her mouth twitched in a quick grin as her toes caressed the top of his bare right foot. “I also have a blanket. You have nothing but a pair of jeans.”
“We’re wolves. This is natural for us.”
“You were watching earlier.” The image of Coal’s reflective eyes from the dark corner of the living room sent an erotic chill through her. He had watched from the shadows while Jacy fucked her, never speaking, never coming forward. Then, he had left the house.
“Yes.” He graced the top of her head with a lingering kiss, and she pressed closer to him. Through the blanket, she felt the firm bulge of his cock in his jeans and sighed.
“What were you thinking?”
“The lucky bastard got you first, but he has little control over his libido.” He shrugged against her cheek, his arms tightening around her. “Can’t blame him. You’re an incredible, beautiful woman, and whether you wish to believe or not, we all belong together.”
“I’ve been here for two days. I’ve only just met you and Jacy, and yet…I feel like I’ve known you forever. You seem to understand me better than my family back home.” Shyla nuzzled her cheek against the firm contours of his chest, inhaling the prominent scent of soap and the more subtle scent of wild air against his skin. Her wolf senses rushed to the forefront and enhanced everything in mere moments. She heard the furious rush of his blood just below his calm exterior. A deep breath lent weight to her suspicion of his fierce, predatory arousal. Her flesh tingled with liquid fire in every place she came in contact with him.
“Your family back home doesn’t know this about you, love. Your home is not New York. It’s here where you are stripped of those city confines. This is where you belong. The woods, the wilderness. Free. We are free here.” Coal’s knuckles slid down her cheek in a tender motion only he could provide for her. “
You
are free here. With us.”
“Coal?” She lifted her chin until she gazed into the consuming darkness of his eyes. Her heart fluttered. “Have you ever wondered about the possibilities surrounding us? I understand the spirits appointed you and Jacy as my mates, but you have to know how hard it is for me to change all my beliefs to accept this judgment. Two days is all, though. Can a woman who never knew anything about who she truly is find herself equally in love with two men in two days?”
Coal’s mouth tipped skyward in a soft smile. Nothing severe or hard touched his expression tonight. Not even the moonlight sharpened his features.
“Is it so hard to believe when two men love the same woman just as equally?” he countered, lowering his voice. His thumb brushed her bottom lip as his fingers sifted back into her hair. She purred at the gentle touch, her eyelids growing heavy.
“Do you love me? You and Jacy always seem to be mentally battling wits.”
“Shyla, sweetheart, you have two alpha male wolves vying for you. Jacy and I have an incredible friendship, a bond time secured, and a great understanding of our place with you. There will always be the competitiveness in our bickers, but as long as your affections are equal, I won’t be forced to render him useless.” He dipped his head and sucked in a sharp breath. “I smell him all over you. I smell him
in
you. But, I smell
you
. Your heat and hunger.”
He sniffed again. A flicker of light reflected off the smooth onyx surface of his eyes. Shyla smiled, working to seduce him with the slow curl of her lips and a teasing trace by her tongue. She spread her arms, opening the blanket that kept her naked body from his sight. Hell, her body craved the man—the wolf—standing in front of her like some formidable god sent specifically to her.
“Damn, woman.”
Shyla released the blanket, and it dropped, draping over the seat of the picnic table. She tugged at Coal’s belt, worked open his jeans, and slid them down his legs. Her eyes landed on the jutting object of her desire, leaving her mouth dry and making moisture weep from her already wet pussy. She trailed her hands along the solid cords of muscle that created his masculine legs, pausing on the insides of his thighs.
“You’re huge,” she murmured. “God, the both of you…” She leaned in and stroked the long, thick cock inches from her mouth. The wolf in her smelled heat, salt and sex, woods and spice. She smelled the alpha male, and images of what his cock would do to her flooded her mind.
“I’ll fit just perfect, love. You’ll soon feel it.”
“I want to feel you.” She flicked her tongue over the wide head of his dick and shivered with the pleasant taste of his seeping moisture. Curling a hand around his sac, she weighed the velvety package in her palm before gently massaging his balls. She drew the tip of his cock into her mouth, sucking him, stroking the sensitive underside of his head until he quivered.
“That mouth of yours’ll get you in trouble,” Coal said. His voice deepened to a carnal rumble, and Shyla moaned. She licked him, relishing his hot skin and the swollen mass that could easily put men to shame. His hands cupped her head, fingers curling in her hair. “Do you like the way I taste?”
“Mmm,” she moaned, drawing his cock deep into her mouth. Her pussy itched, her clit throbbed, and she dropped forward to her knees. She lowered a hand to her wet, intimate folds and began to stroke herself while sucking his cock.
“No you don’t.”
Shyla gasped as Coal pulled her to her toes. He spun her around and pinned her back to his front. One big hand kneaded her breast, the rough pads of his fingers lashing over her sensitive nipple, creating vibrations of pleasure that strung with her pussy. She whimpered, her head falling back, her rear pressing into his hips. He slid his large cock between her cheeks, the head of his penis teasing her wet center. His unoccupied hand slid south and separated her slick inner lips. His thick fingers circled her opening, his thumb assaulting her clit.
“Coal, oh, God. I need you. Now.”
Not want.
Need
. He tugged her nipple to a peak, and she bucked into him, gasping and rubbing her aching clit against his thumb.
Then, he plunged two fingers deep into her womb, and she cried out.
“Aw, fuck. You’re still so tight,” he growled against her ear.
Shyla pressed down into his hand, fucking his fingers as the searing pleasure she sought rolled into the pit of her body.
“More, Coal. Faster,” she gasped. She arched her breast into his hand, silently begging him to pinch and squeeze to induce the pleasure-pain she so enjoyed. His hot breath tickled her cheek, and she turned her face toward him.
His mouth conquered hers, his tongue sweeping deep and thorough, rocking her mind. She reached back and sank her hand into the luxurious silk of his mane, meeting his fervent kisses with her own, gyrating her hips over his hand. His knee hooked beneath hers, lifting her leg and spreading her wide.
“You’re soaking wet, love,” he breathed, sliding his dick through her ass crack. His seduction assaulted every sense she possessed, leaving her to spiral deeper into carefree ecstasy and lose herself in him.
“I’m wet for you.”
“I know. Tell me how you like my fingers inside your body.” He pressed his hips into hers, tilting them. He thrust his fingers deeper, and she fought to remain standing. As they drew out, he directly stroked an area inside her that…that…
“Feels…
ohhhh
.”
The world shattered. She rode the powerful waves of her orgasm, clinging to Coal for support. Her heart raced. Her pussy clenched and contracted around his probing fingers. He tugged her ear with his teeth, tracing her lobe with his hot tongue, the sensation mind-numbing as she slid down from her intense peak.
Coal chuckled quietly, nipping the side of her throat. He drew his fingers from her heat, his hand from her pussy, and grabbed her hips. The trail of wetness grew cold against the wintry air, but her body remained fiery with insatiable need.
“That’s only the beginning,” he promised.
* * * *
Coal coiled every seeping ounce of his control. His cock stretched his already thinned skin. His balls tightened. His gut knotted.
Her delicious, intoxicating scent would trigger him, and he’d burst before ever reaching her slick, silken sex.
He’d waited long enough for her. Two days, a month, a lifetime. He was through waiting.
“You’re mine tonight.”
The intimate stroke of his claim within her mind made her moan. He rubbed his dick between her lovely ass cheeks, trying his damnedest to prolong this pleasure and experience every succulent inch of her before spilling his seed.
The wolf in him barked demands to take. Fuck, and fuck hard. Make her submit to his alpha male and pound deep. Claim her, wild and rough.
The human begged to be gentle. Love her. Show her tenderness. Stretch her tight sheath gently and simply enjoy her.
After tonight, Shyla Smith would become Shyla Roddery-Demmering, and their fates would be sealed.
Coal turned her to him and slid his cock between her legs. The lava flow of her juices coated him, and he shivered with expectant pleasure. She glided her wet pussy over him, teasing the tiny bit of control he managed to grasp hold of.
“You’re beautiful beneath the moonlight,” he whispered.
He snaked one arm around her narrow waist and held her pinned flush to him. He stilled her hips in an effort to keep from exploding. He imprinted every detail of her face in his memory, from heavy-hooded eyes brimming with shameless desire to lush pink lips, swollen from his hungry kisses. A light blush colored her defined cheeks beneath stray strands of midnight waves.
She looked and smelled and tasted all like a sex-primed woman,
his
sex-primed woman. The wolf in her paced restlessly just below the surface. The reflective flash in her stormy gray eyes came and went but never left.
Cupping her face, her hair bunching above his hands, he covered her mouth with his and rolled his tongue inside her sweet, warm cavern. She was receptive, meeting each full stroke of his tongue with her own, eager to drink lust and passion from him. She kissed him with no reserve, her supple breasts pressed to his ribs, her pert nipples scraping his ultrasensitive skin. A deep growl rumbled through the base of his throat, invoking a mew from his precious little wolf.