Melindas Wolves by GW/Taliesin Publishing Page B

baby.” Trace’s voice, low and deeper than usual.
    She could feel his gaze on her most private area.
    “One finger, baby. We have to work your tight hole open a little at a time so we don’t hurt you. Breathe deeply. Let me in.”
    Renewed moisture rushed from her pussy. She feared she would come from his words. They were more powerful than the finger tapping her tight entrance and the one circling her clit.
    Trace—she thought it was Trace—reached lower again to gather more of her arousal, and then he pressed his finger into her ass with no warning during a moment of hope that he’d abandoned the idea for now.
    She sucked in a breath at the intrusion. It was so much more in the light of day, both men hovering over her, watching her intently, concentrating on every part of her nudity.
    Hyperventilation was a real possibility.
    One of them—Keegan maybe—stroked her clit hard, flicking over it several times, forcing her closer and closer to the edge of sanity.
    She held her breath, focusing on the finger at her clit, trying to ignore the one currently fucking her ass.
    That was when she came, hard, breathlessly, knowing she was doomed to this new existence. As much as she wanted to hold on to her independence, her modesty, some semblance of chasteness, there was no way. It wasn’t Nature’s plan.
    A second finger joined the first in her ass as she concentrated on the orgasm still pulsing through her clit.
    Unimaginable bliss. Consuming. Dragging her down into a deep warm place. It was a comfortable location. One she wanted to stay in.
    Even the fingers now scissoring inside her tight ass felt good. Amazing.
    Embarrassing her. Shocking her. Making her squirm as her brain fought a war against her body.
    Finally, the fingers disappeared, leaving her breathless with the anticipation of having them replaced with one of her mate’s cocks.
    But that didn’t happen.
    She was limp as they flipped her over, tossed the pillow out of the way, and spread her legs open again. Before she could gather her thoughts, Keegan thrust two fingers into her pussy, the needy channel that had gotten no attention during her orgasm.
    Trace leaned over and took her mouth in a consuming kiss that made all thoughts flee. His lips, so warm and soft, nibbled hers. His tongue slipped inside as soon as she parted her lips. He kissed her as if he were starving and she was the only sustenance available.
    Her ardor rose again as one of them pinched a nipple.
    Keegan continued to fuck her pussy, driving her once again to the edge, pushing her until she came again, screaming into Trace’s mouth, her voice swallowed by him.

    Their actions slowed as she floated back to Earth. Her body flinched. She gripped the sheets, realizing all the pleasure had been hers and not having the foggiest idea how to rectify that.
    Besides, she was limp, unable to lift a limb.
    When she opened her eyes, blinking in the light, she found both men sitting next to her grinning. Their thoughts were written on their faces. She could see into their souls through their eyes. They weren’t expecting reciprocation right then. It was enough they had made her come. Twice.
    “So beautiful.” Keegan stroked her belly. “I’ll never tire of watching you come. It’s so raw.” He set a hand on the side of her head and brushed a lock of hair out of her way.
    Trace kissed her temple. “I love that we’ll be the only men you’ll ever know. It’s humbling. Thank you.”
    “For what?” she whispered.
    “For saving that for us. For giving yourself to our care.”
    She squirmed. “I’ve hardly done what’s expected yet.”
    Trace smiled bigger. “It’s okay. We move at your pace. We claim you when you’re ready.”
    What scared her most was knowing she would be ready physically much sooner than she would ever be ready mentally.
    And the physical need would win out.
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    Wayne held the phone close to his head and tapped his fingers on his desk. He kept his gaze