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

Michael took the tray of dishes out of her hands. She hadn’t realized she’d been standing in the same spot just staring at her mates until Michael stood. “I’ll take this to the kitchen,” he whispered. “Sit back down.”

She glanced at the door. What about Nancy and Richard? As much as she craved this union, it felt awkward having sex with anyone under the roof of the people who’d taken her in, given her a home and a life, and loved her like their own daughter. “Your parents…” she mumbled.

Michael grinned. “Babe, we’re mates. Everyone knows it. It’s not a secret that we’re going to claim you as soon as possible.”

Her heart raced. She leaned against the edge of the bed.

Michael dashed out of the room but returned before either she or Tyler moved an inch. He shut the door with a soft
snick
that sounded more like a gunshot to her ears.

“Relax. We aren’t going to maul you like animals … or do anything you aren’t ready for.” Michael held up both hands in surrender. “We just want to … be with you. In whatever capacity you’re willing.”

“I…” Her voice caught in her throat. She had to squeeze her legs together, a habit she was finding hard to avoid.

How would she ever hold her own when both these men individually made her brain slip out of her ear? With both of them in the room, she’d likely babble incoherently.

“We can’t stand not being with you.” Michael sat on the edge of the bed and reached for her. He grabbed her hand and pulled her into his embrace. Her space felt crowded, and she couldn’t get enough oxygen.

He stroked her wrist, making her forget any reason to deny either of them. All she could concentrate on was the way he made her feel, the tingle that raced up her arm and shorted out her brain circuits.

“It would be tough to let you leave this room,” Tyler cleared his throat, “but if you’re not ready…”

Alyssa glanced down. She clutched her jeans with her free hand. “No, I’m … ready.”

Scared, but ready
. What she wanted more than anything in the world was for them to take her, make her feel like part of them.

Michael pulled her in tighter and then lifted her onto the bed to set her between them. “We know there’s a hundred details not yet worked out between us, but we also know we’ll manage somehow. Trust us?”

Alyssa nodded.

Tyler’s hand grazed up her leg, making her shiver. She tried to hold still but in the end pulled her knees together and gripped them tight. A moan was building deep in her throat, and the last thing she wanted to do right then was make a noise. She didn’t need either man to pump his chest out any farther.

Shaking some sense into herself, she opened her mouth. “I think it would help if you both took off a few clothes. The last time I made out with each of you, I seem to have been the only one losing clothing.”

Did I just say all that?

Both men disrobed—completely—in the blink of an eye. Michael stood next to the bed and dropped his jeans and T-shirt while Tyler pulled off the T-shirt and shorts he was wearing.

Alyssa gasped. She whipped her gaze from one side to the other. “That’s not…” She swallowed. Choked really. “That’s not really what I meant. I was thinking shirts.” It happened so fast she’d not been able to formulate a sentence. They’d taken her literally. And she’d have to remember that in the future.

“You said…” There was a twinkle in Michael’s eye as he spoke. She’d not minced words. He’d purposefully misunderstood. Michael’s length bobbed in front of him.

Jesus, that’s … large
. Alyssa dug her heals into the mattress and attempted to scoot back farther—through the wall.

A noise to her other side had her glancing at Tyler. Her eyes bulged from her head. The man had his …
cock
in his palm and was stroking it from the tip to the bottom. It was longer than Michael’s but maybe not as wide. Little consolation.

“You can’t…” Her voice sounded squeaky as though it belonged to someone else.

“Just let us love you. Okay?” Michael climbed back onto the bed, and she tried to avoid eye contact with his groin, aiming her focus on his impressive pecs instead. “I can smell your arousal. If I couldn’t, I wouldn’t suggest this. You want us. As much as we want you.”

It was true, damn him. She just didn’t have the same level of experience and was far more apprehensive.

Tyler leaned along his side on her left, stretching his length out beside her. “We know you’re scared, but not any more than you’d be if there was just one of us. You have a right to feel nervous your first time. And doubly reasonable you’d be stressed about there being two of us.”

Both men laid a hand on her thighs, and her brain flew out the window.

*

Tyler took a long inhale and groaned, biting the inside of his cheek to keep it silent.
“Fuck. She’s so goddamn sexy.”

“I see that. So sexy I almost don’t mind you being on the other side of her. I can’t even see past her to you.”
Michael chuckled into Tyler’s head.

“And aroused. Scared, but aroused. Her pussy is leaking without so much as a touch. I can’t wait to taste her.”
Tyler leaned forward a few scant inches to breathe in her scent.

“She tastes divine.”

Tyler whipped his gaze toward Michael.
“You fucking ate her pussy yesterday?”

“Not quite. Don’t freak out. I stripped her clothes, and I made her scream my name, but I kept my pants on.”

“But you sucked her pussy?”

“No, I licked my fingers clean after I rubbed her clit and made her come.”

“Are you two done discussing me like I’m not even in the room?”

Tyler whipped his gaze to Alyssa. She clenched the front of her T-shirt with one hand, holding the thin white cotton away from her chest. “Sorry.” He tried to look contrite.

“Do you have some sort of plan here? And do you think perhaps you could let me in on it instead of tag teaming against me?”

“We aren’t…” It was a lie. They were. Tyler didn’t finish the sentence.

“Riiight. I think it’s time I became privy to the internal dialogue.”

Tyler gasped at the same time Michael did.

“Do you know what’s involved in the claiming process?” Tyler managed to squeak out the question without sounding too high-pitched.

“Uh-huh. Lindsey straightened me out earlier, so to speak.”

Tyler stared at her a minute. Had she been totally clear?

Instead of clarifying, he ran his fingers up her leg and lingered on her thigh. Her muscles stiffened as she became a bit apprehensive, but Tyler wanted between them. He kept his gaze locked on hers while he popped the button of her jeans. Every movement was awkward on his part as he tried not to jostle his twisted ankle more than necessary. But the reality was he could barely feel the pain anymore. Adrenaline was kicking back in. This time the rush wasn’t from a fall into a pit, but…
Nope, this is just like the fall into that hole.

Michael took over, brushing Tyler’s hand away and tugging Alyssa’s jeans down her legs.

“I want to see your body, Ali. All of it.” Tyler sucked in a breath when she pulled her T-shirt over her head. He waited another beat while she popped the clasp on her bra and let the material fall from her shoulders. “God, you’re perfect.”

A deep breath lifted her chest high, her nipples jutting out.

“I need to see all of her,” he told Michael.

Michael straddled her legs and grasped the sides of her lace panties. He scooted backward while removing them and then settled back along her side.

“Spread your legs for Tyler, baby.” Michael’s authoritative voice rang out in the room, making Tyler glance at the man he was destined to share this mate with.

And even more interesting, the woman obeyed. Slowly, without taking her gaze off Michael, she lay back against the pillows and let her thighs fall apart.

Michael leaned in and kissed Alyssa on the lips while Tyler maneuvered himself between the space she’d given up.

It was so hot. His dick grew harder against the mattress. Amazingly, watching Michael take possession of her mouth turned him on. She relaxed slightly against the man’s lips.

Tyler let his fingers graze up Alyssa’s smooth thighs and over her hips. He wanted to watch her clit come out of its hood as he teased her mercilessly with his tongue.

God, she was so fucking gorgeous. Goose bumps rose all over her skin, and the nipple he could see beyond Michael’s shoulder was pebbled and arching forward.

Her pussy glistened with arousal. The slight hair on her mound was nearly white.

Tyler blew against her clit and held her legs still with both hands. When she moaned and arched into him, he smiled. Michael swallowed her noises, and a glance up showed the man circling her nipple with the slightest touch of one fingertip.

Tyler pushed her thighs up higher, coaxing her to bend her knees and open wider. Every time he forced her open a little more, she increased her squirming, and the scent of her arousal skyrocketed.

Tyler was relieved to see she enjoyed the gentle commands on her body. He was no pro, but when it came to the bedroom, he liked a bit of control. He hadn’t said much out loud yet, but he was still dominating her with his hands.

He and Michael hadn’t discussed anything about having sex with Alyssa, but it was obvious from Michael’s words and actions the man was also rather dominant. They’d get along just fine.

It would take only moments to have Alyssa writhing beneath them so often she forgot who she was. Tyler’s cock swelled again, and he rubbed himself against the bed to keep the edge off.

With his hands spreading her as wide as possible, he used just his thumbs to open her pussy to his view.
Fuck
. She was so perfect. He knew without touching her she’d be tight.

Instead of swiping a finger along her slit, Tyler decided to go straight to work with his tongue. He wasn’t disappointed. Without the hold he had on her thighs, she’d have shot off the bed. And that was just with the gentle flick of his tongue.

He delved deeper, licking the inside of her tight sheath, drawing out the moisture gathering at the entrance. She tasted sweet, like honey, and he wanted more. A brief circling of her clit with his tongue was all he could stand before he sucked her nub into his mouth and milked her, nibbling on her clit with his teeth every so often.

A gasp escaped her lips, letting him know she’d managed to free her mouth from Michael’s. When Tyler glanced up, he saw Michael working his way around her breasts.

As soon as Tyler flicked her clit with his tongue in rapid succession, she shot off, bucking into his mouth, demanding more friction against her sex.

Tyler kept sucking until she relaxed beneath him and flinched at the sensitivity of her clit.

“Please… I need…” She mumbled, but Tyler heard her. She’d just had a powerful orgasm, but her body was not lax. She stiffened beneath him as he continued to lick circles around her nub.

“I’m gonna stretch her pussy with my fingers.” Tyler pressed just his pointer into her core, and she moaned. “Let me see her face.”

Michael sat back, giving Tyler a perfect view of Alyssa’s pink cheeks. Her mouth hung open, making him ache with the desire to fill it with his cock. Her eyes were fluttering, mostly closed.

“Alyssa, babe…” Michael stared at her face as he spoke in a soft tone.

She turned toward his voice and opened her glazed eyes. Her hand flew down between her legs, and she grasped Tyler’s head, threading her fingers into his hair. Her grip amused him, indecisive, neither pulling nor pushing him closer.

Michael continued. “If you want us to make love to you, I need you to say it. No regrets.”

She nodded and bit her lip before she spoke. “Please…”

“Please what, baby?” Michael brushed her hair away from her face as he spoke.

Tyler added a finger inside her and twisted his hand over so that he grazed her G-spot with each pass.
“She’s so tight.”

So damn tight Tyler wondered how he and Michael were going to fit inside her. This first time was going to stretch her tremendously.

“I need more words, Alyssa. If you want us to stop, we will.” Michael’s voice hissed through his set jaw. Both men would probably cry if she said no.

“Make love to me.” The words were no more than a whisper, but they heard her all the same. “Claim me.”

“Okay, babe.” Michael kissed her cheek and then nibbled a path to her ear. “Tyler’s gonna stretch you a bit more first.”

She moaned. “That feels so good.” Alyssa lifted her sexy ass off the bed a few inches, forcing Tyler’s fingers in to just the right angle no doubt.

He smiled. Her hand fell from his hair, and she gripped the sheets beside her torso. “Now. I need you inside me.” She looked at Tyler through hooded eyes.

*

Alyssa couldn’t believe how intense she felt. Every nerve in her body craved the touch of her mates. She wanted them to press into her, ease the need driving her to new heights. Even her orgasm hadn’t lessened the need.

Michael stared into her eyes. “You’re so tight, baby.” He ran a hand through the hair at her temple. “Let Tyler finger you a bit more. We don’t want to hurt you.”

Alyssa became aware of her bottom lip as she bit into it. She needed more. He was taking too long. No amount of arching on her part sped the process. Tyler’s fingers were doing more than just pushing in and out of her. He was scissoring them inside her, stretching her so far.

“Please…” she begged again. Her head rolled to one side.

Tyler slipped out of her and crawled up her body. He hovered over her for a moment, taking her lips in a kiss. He set his forehead against hers and then rolled over onto his back, taking her with him until she found herself on top.

Alyssa gasped. She hadn’t expected to be flipped over so abruptly. She was an awkward mess of limbs. Michael grasped her hips and pulled her onto her knees until she straddled Tyler. Her sex hovered over his length.

Tyler reached between them and grabbed his shaft.

“Watch Tyler, baby. Look at the spot where he’s going to enter you.” Michael’s words burned into her ears. She couldn’t help but look down between them.