Werewolf U by Brenna Lyons Page A

Samara wiggled against him, aching for more.
    "I think she's ready, brother."
    James came to his feet before her, working his cock into the conspicuously empty fore-hole. In moments, she was stuffed full of Trudale cock, her breathing coming in ragged gasps.
    They stayed there for a moment, letting her adjust to the pressure of them overlapping inside her body.
    Jason moved first, drawing back. As he returned, James withdrew. It was a potent dance that made her dizzy.
    "I'm not going to last," Jason admitted. "You're so tight and so hot."
    Samara had no words to answer him. Climax was already clawing at her. She wouldn't need much to finish her off.
    As if James knew it— and he might —he started handling her nipples roughly, adding a layer of pleasure-pain to the rest. The patchwork of sensations shot her over the edge.
    Her scream of delight was muted in James's mouth. Still, the climax went on and on, driven by their quickening motions.
    Jason came next, his entire body going tense inside her, his fluids heating her.
    That left James, cycling his cock in and out, while Jason's was still and deep. The change sent aftershocks through her system, and their kiss deepened.
    As if that was what James had been waiting for, he lodged himself deep inside her and let loose his own wave of cum.
    After a few moments of shared panting, Jason started to withdraw.
    "Don't you dare," Samara warned him.
    He went still, half-buried inside her.
    James smiled a wicked little smile that made her heart flutter in excitement. "What do you want, Samara?"
    She pushed up further on her knees, then slid down the length of their cocks again, drawing twin moans from the brothers. "I want more of you. More of this…for now."
    "And later?" Jason asked, his hands stroking her still-hard nipples.
    "I want the two of you to find a movie with double penetration."
    Aftershocks wracked them…and then her, in response.
    James laid a solemn kiss on her lips. "That is a wickedly sexy idea."
    "I think you may be rubbing off on me." That's not right. "Both of you." Better.
    Jason nipped at her ear. "Maybe you'll let me bathe you in lavender, then."
    "After." Right now, she had two very talented males in bed with her, and Samara didn't intend to waste a minute of it.
     
    * * * *
     
    "Marietta has arrived, Sebastian."
    He waved her in, anxious for news about Samara. "Bring some tea, Roberto. You know Marietta's favorites."
    "Just a few minutes." Roberto closed them in together.
    Marietta tipped her head in a bow, then settled in the wing chair across from his. "Thank you, Sebastian."
    He didn't waste time. "How is Samara healing?"
    She smiled wearily. "Very well. Her arm will scar. Weak as she is, keeping her on bed rest is nearly impossible. She is a wolf, and—no offense intended to you—your daughter has all the energy you had at her age."
    Sebastian cracked a smile at her tactful handling. "And the rest?"
    "If she is not sleeping, or spending time with Eva, she is probably in the company of James and Jason. Samara has been…intimate with her mates for the last two days, but she resists letting them spend the night in her bed."
    "What? Why?"
    "Apparently…" She shot him a measuring look out of the corner of her eyes.
    "Yes?" Sebastian drew the question out, demanding an answer.
    "Apparently, she is worried about my reaction to such a move. We have only just established a lasting peace between us…and she doesn't know our traditions. If I could only tell her—"
    "No!"
    The lines around the old woman's eyes tightened in tension, and she nodded.
    He considered the problem. "Give them room."
    "Sebastian? I don't understand."
    "You have other duties."
    "My only duty is to Samara." Her resistance to the idea wasn't difficult to understand. Hers was a sacred post.
    He narrowed his eyes, letting them shift in frustration. His shoulders tensed. It was a clear warning, and her eyes widened in response to the threat.
    "You. Have. Other. Duties."
    "Of course."