Alyssa's Wolves (Wolf Masters, Book 4) (21 page)

Did she even want it to?

Two things were for certain—she needed Michael and Tyler inside her very soon before she self-combusted, and then she needed to shift into her natural wolf form and run free with her mates at her sides.

“We’ll grab the bags. You go investigate.” Michael nodded toward the front door. “It’s open. We never lock it.”

When the men released her, Alyssa felt the chill of the air surrounding her. She nearly skipped up the steps and into the cabin. The inside was as well kept as the outside. With the exception of a door on the right side of the room that probably led to a bathroom, the rest of the cabin was one big space. A king-sized bed dominated one wall on the right. On the left was a kitchenette with a small table placed under a window and a sofa and chair in front of the fireplace.

It was warmer inside than out, but she realized it wasn’t heated. Michael and Tyler stepped around her where she stood just inside the door.

“I’ll get a fire started.” Michael must have read her mind. She turned and glared at him as though it were his fault she had no blocking skills, but her frown melted as she watched him bend over in front of the fireplace, his fine ass encased in perfect-fitting jeans.

Alyssa stepped toward him, intent on getting a closer view, or maybe even grabbing that ass, but another set of arms stopped her in her tracks. Tyler wrapped himself around her from behind, his arms resting under her breasts, lifting them and making her even more aware of her body than she had been in the truck.

“Let the man build a fire, sweet. If you distract him, he might just burn the place down.” Tyler kissed her neck and nudged her head to one side.

The front door slammed shut behind her, and she flinched as she turned toward the sound.

“Sorry, I guess I kicked it harder than necessary.” The nibbling on her shoulder continued. “I need to see you naked.”

Alyssa sucked in a breath. “You’ve seen me naked.” She grinned to herself.

“Mmm, true.” Tyler lifted one hand and kissed the tips of each of her fingers. “But, I might need daily reminders. I’m forgetful.”

Proud of herself for being so quick-witted, Alyssa continued, “Well, you’ve already seen me naked
today
. I, on the other hand, did not have the pleasure. You might recall leaning over my body in the tub, torturing me with your fingers while you remained fully clothed.”

Tyler playfully bit her pinky. “Michael, did you by any chance bring anything along to plug this smart-aleck mouth with?”

Alyssa froze. Did he mean that? Michael laughed as he glanced their way. “I’m sure we can get creative.”

Creative
? Alyssa shivered to think of what their idea of
creative
was.

“Fine. You want naked?” Tyler stepped back, pulled his shirt over his head, and whipped open the fly of his jeans. After kicking his shoes off, he wiggled his hips enticingly both ways while pushing his jeans and underwear together down his legs.

Alyssa’s mouth suddenly felt dry as she stared at the erection in front of her. Her cocky attitude flew out the window as he stalked in her direction.

The room suddenly felt quite warm, and she tugged on the neckline of her sweater. A glance at Michael showed him blowing on the embers, the fire just getting started. That flame was not heating this room.

“You asked for naked.”

“I did.” Alyssa licked her lips.

Tyler continued toward her while Alyssa backed up until she bumped into an armchair next to the couch. Feeling wobbly, she plopped down in the seat, her eyes glued to Tyler’s rock-hard shaft. It didn’t even bother her that he kept advancing. She’d had very little chance last night to explore either man. She’d barely even seen either of them. Suddenly, she wanted nothing more than to taste Tyler’s cock. It didn’t appear he’d need any convincing.

Tyler stopped inches from her, his length bobbing in front of her face. Alyssa stared in fascination at the drop of precum leaking from the mushroom tip. Instinctively she leaned forward and licked the creamy white drip from his slit. The taste was salty, and she wanted more.

Tyler groaned at the minute contact and grabbed the wings at the back of the armchair with both hands at the level of Alyssa’s head. “Do that again.”

Alyssa didn’t look up, but she could feel Tyler’s piercing stare into the top of her head. He held himself rigid, the muscles of his abs and thighs tight in front of her gaze.

Ignoring his command, Alyssa reached with one shaking hand and stroked his shaft from the base to the tip. The velvety skin seemed to contrast the solid hardness beneath.

When she gripped the base and skimmed her hand all the way up and off the end, Tyler gasped. “Ali…”

Was that a warning, or was he pleading with her for more?

Having nearly forgotten Michael, Alyssa was shocked when his hands landed on her shoulders from behind. “Wrap your lips around him, babe.”

Alyssa startled. It was one thing to lick and feel and see but another entirely to suck him into the depths of her mouth. God, how she wanted to though. Her gut clenched with the need. She was driven to feel the velvet touch on her tongue. The heady feeling of being in control made her flush. She doubted she’d often be the one in control in this relationship.

Alyssa grasped Tyler’s hips and pulled him forward as though he needed coaxing. She almost grinned at the notion as she opened her mouth and eased him into her warmth. He was huge. The fit was tighter than she would have imagined. No wonder she’d been so sore.

Gripping the base of the shaft, Alyssa sucked Tyler in as far as she could and then slowly let him slide back out, her teeth gently grazing his skin.

Tyler moaned and leaned even farther toward her.

Alyssa squeezed her fingers around his hips and sucked him deep inside her again. Whatever she was doing must not have been too wrong judging by the heavy breathing and noises coming from above her head. She pumped him several more times, almost grazing the back of her throat. It was powerful knowing she affected him this way.

“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 mesmerized 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.