Melindas Wolves (36 page)

He knew Melinda had stayed inside the entire day, and he was beyond grateful she’d taken the precaution seriously. It made it possible for the three men to run full out, releasing pent up stress without fear for their mate’s safety.

Melinda leaped from the couch as they walked in the back door. She skipped across the room and flung herself headlong into both himself and Keegan.

The little imp packed enough force to knock the breath out of Trace’s lungs. He kissed her forehead and wrapped his arm around her. “Have you eaten, baby?” he asked as he threaded his fingers into her thick black hair, relishing the silky feel of it running across his knuckles—a completely feminine softness that was perfect for taking the edge off the massive burst of testosterone he’d exuded for the last several hours.

She nodded. “Yes. Did you?” She turned toward Keegan. “I’m sure there wasn’t room in your body for lunch,” she teased.

Keegan pulled part of her into his side, not tugging her out of Trace’s grasp but claiming his share. “Funny. And yes, we stopped for lunch.”

Trace stepped farther into the kitchen, grazing his fingers down her arm until he held her hand. “Let’s take a nap.” He tugged gently, happy when she simply bit her lower lip and let him lead her down the hall to his childhood bedroom. The space had long ago been updated, turning it into more of a guest room. The bed was a queen, so the fit would be tight, but right then he couldn’t care less as long as he could feel her body against his.

Life affirming. That’s what he needed. And he knew Keegan needed it even more.

As they reached the bedroom, Trace closed the door with a snick and pressed Melinda into the wood. He let his rigid cock rest against her belly.

She moaned around her next words. “A nap? Is that what they call it these days?”

Keegan chuckled. “I was about to say the same thing, but then I got distracted when your eyes rolled back. I love it when you do that.”

She flushed a deep red.

Trace’s dick hardened further. “He’s right. It’s fucking sexy to watch you come undone.” He nibbled a path from across her shoulder and up her neck until he took her mouth deeply. His tongue tangled with hers in a dance he’d grown to love in the last week. Her taste was intoxicating, making his knees weak. He swore he could come from kissing her if he didn’t put every effort into keeping his dick at bay.

The rustle of fabric next to him made him break the kiss. He glanced at a now naked Keegan and passed Melinda off to his other mate so he too could remove his clothes.

When he was as naked as Keegan, they each took a hand and backed toward the bed, luring Melinda along.

Her arousal had come on fast and strong, filling the room with her need in an instant.

“I’m not feeling gentle right now,” he warned.

“Good, because I’m not interested in being coddled right now. I need you both in a way that will assure me you’re both alive. My hands haven’t stopped shaking in days.

Keegan’s accident and then that fire have me freaked the fuck out about how fragile life is.”

Keegan grabbed her shirt and pulled it over her head. “Let’s not waste a moment of it.”

Trace popped the button on her jeans. “I’m so glad my mom and sister had some clothes you could wear while we were gone, but I don’t really want to see them anymore.” He lowered the zipper and tugged the denim down her legs. “Step out, baby.”

Melinda grabbed his shoulders as he kneeled in front of her to pull off her jeans, taking her panties with them.

He had every intention of tossing her on the bed and thrusting into her so fast she couldn’t catch her breath, but suddenly he needed to taste her first. He licked a path up her leg on the inside of her thigh until he met her pussy. She spread her feet wider for him, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she moaned before he made contact.

In order to drive her crazier, he switched to the other leg and kissed a path down the inside of that thigh instead of sweeping his mouth across her pussy.

Melinda’s legs shook, threatening to buckle. But Keegan grabbed her from behind, wrapping his arm under her breasts. “That’s so fucking sexy. I love the way you nearly come undone without direct contact.”

Melinda moaned. “Stop teasing,” she muttered. “I need you.”

God how Trace needed her. She was more important than his next breath, and watching her unravel was paramount. It overrode his own pleading cock. “Let’s get her on the bed.” Trace stood, kissing his way up her belly this time until he bumped into Keegan’s arm.

Melinda’s head rolled onto Keegan’s shoulder.

Her nipples puckered under his gaze, stiffening as if she were cold, though there was no chance of a chill in the vicinity. Even if an arctic blast blew through, the three of them wouldn’t notice.

Keegan backed her up until he reached the bed while Trace stalked her, his gaze on her eyelids, soaking in that glazed look she got when she couldn’t take another second of their teasing.

When Keegan released her, Trace grabbed her waist and lifted her onto the edge of the bed. He nudged her shoulders until she lay back. Her legs dangled off the side of the mattress.

“Take a leg,” he said to Keegan.

Together they bent her knees and pressed them wide open at her sides.

Keegan groaned. “I need to taste her.”

“Go ahead.” The man had been through a lot, more than the average person could withstand in such a short time.

Trace knew what suckling Melinda’s pussy could do to a man. Her essence would ground Keegan more fully in life, help coax him from the edge of sanity he had experienced the entire day. One taste of their mate would breathe new life into Keegan’s tortured heart.

And Trace wasn’t wrong.

Keegan held her leg open with one hand, but he kneeled between her legs and pressed his face into her pussy so fast, she nearly bucked off the bed.

Trace watched as Keegan mercilessly sucked Melinda’s clit into his mouth and plowed his fingers into her pussy.

Melinda whimpered, biting her lower lip, probably in an attempt to keep from screaming in his parents’ home. She gripped the comforter on both sides in her small fists.

Trace reached for her breast and flicked a finger over the nipple. “It’s okay to be noisy, baby. My family all went out back. I can’t sense anyone in the house right now.”

They would do that. They all understood. For one thing, the three of them were so newly mated. For another thing, they’d been through hell and would need to work it out the best way known to their species before they could relax again.

Melinda released her lip as though his words were all she needed to cut loose and let the dam flow. “Keegan. Oh…God.” Her knees shook.

Trace gripped her tighter.

Keegan was relentless. He had no ability to give her a slow build, and Trace knew it wasn’t what she wanted either.

In just moments, she was writhing against the bed, her head flopping to one side.

Her body stiffened.

“That’s it, baby. Come for us.” Trace tweaked her nipple and then switched to the other one.

Melinda shattered, her small frame jerking all over as she visibly pulsed around Keegan’s mouth and fingers.

Before the orgasm subsided, Keegan righted himself, tugged her farther up the bed, and climbed over her body. Two seconds later, he thrust into her tight channel.

Trace watched in awe as Melinda screamed around the sudden intrusion. She gripped Keegan’s arms, looked into his eyes, and spoke in the silkiest voice Trace had ever heard. “Please. Fuck me. I need rough.”

They’d done fast and hard, but never rough.

Keegan smiled down at her and nodded. “I can do rough, hon.” And then he pulled out and plunged back in.

Melinda hissed. “Yes… Again…”

Keegan gave her what she needed, what he undoubtedly needed also.

Trace climbed onto the bed and stroked her stiff arm where she held on to Keegan as if he were a lifeline.

Her gaze shot over to meet Trace’s. Her mouth fell open, her eyes wide.

“You’re fine, baby. Concentrate on Keegan. I won’t be left out.” Even watching the two of them together was heavenly. If Melinda ended up too sated to repeat the performance, he could easily take care of himself next to her.

“Not gonna last,” Keegan muttered.

“Never wanted you to.” Melinda returned her gaze to Keegan and stroked up and down his biceps.

Keegan dipped his head. “Need your mouth, hon.” He took her lips, angling his face to the side to devour her. Every thrust was more powerful, demanding, needy. Not surprising. A few narrow escapes from death would do that to a man.

Trace could feel the intensity of the sex. It vibrated in the room, making his cock throb. He wrapped his free hand around his length and stroked it from the base to the tip, fighting a groan that would distract Melinda from the deep place she was luxuriating in.

He watched as she lifted her hips to meet Keegan’s thrusts.

And then Keegan plunged one last time into her depths, tipped his head back, and growled around his orgasm. His rigid body held suspended over hers appeared ready to collapse. His arms shook as he pulsed into their mate.

On a very reluctant moan, he removed himself from her sheath and fell to her side, landing on his back.

Next to each other, they were the vision of pure contentment.

And then Melinda lifted a hand. “Trace. Need you.”

He watched her expression as her face changed from its momentary relaxed bliss to renewed desire. She reached for him. “The same as Keegan. Please. Make me forget the world. It was so peaceful.”

He knew what she meant. That euphoria one felt right before they came. He’d experienced it many times in the last week. The world melted away, leaving nothing but his own bliss and the joint bliss of his mates. He could feel what they felt. The sensation grew stronger every time they mated.

“Give her what she needs, Trace.” Keegan’s voice was gravelly. He turned onto his side and tugged Melinda’s knee up toward him, exposing her more fully.

Melinda dug her other foot into the bed and lifted her hips.

She blinked at him, pleading with her eyes.

Without breaking her gaze, Trace climbed between her legs, lined his cock up with her tight pussy, and thrust to the hilt.

“Fuck, yes,” she nearly roared. Her head tipped back, exposing her neck.

He’d never heard her speak that way. He liked it. For a change. It made his blood pump faster hearing her lose control and ask for what she wanted. No, beg.

“Trace. Harder.” She grabbed his hips, and then she wrapped her legs around him and tucked her feet over his thighs.

His hesitance to push her too far, too fast evaporated at the longing in her eyes. She almost looked distressed—a look that quickly vanished when he moved, fast, hard, and anything but gentle.

Melinda made noises he’d never heard to match her new bedroom language.

He would have smiled if he could have controlled his mouth. Instead all his energy went to his cock and the way it seemed larger than ever. “So fucking tight,” he whispered. “Keegan, stroke her clit for me.”

Melinda shook her head and moaned. “Too sensitive. Just fuck me.”

Trace paused deep inside her. “Melinda, look at me.”

She met his gaze, hers seemingly too unfocused to really see. Her lips trembled as though she was on the edge of tears.

“I don’t come until you do, baby.”

She bit her lower lip hard, a tremble shaking her body. “I already came. It’s too much. I just want to feel your power.”

“You’ll feel my strength, baby. There’s no doubt of that. But you’ll do it coming around my cock.”

She hesitated and then nodded. “Okay.”

Keegan slipped his hand between their bodies as Trace pulled out once more.

Trace knew she was close the second Keegan made contact.

And the little imp didn’t think it was possible
.

“Please…”

Trace lowered his gaze to her nipples and fucked her sweet body as hard as he dared. Perhaps in the future they could experiment with a deeper level of dominance that would make her hum, but for now he wanted to hold himself in check enough to ensure she stayed with him.

Apparently he was successful because Melinda’s mouth fell open and she yelled his name as she came.

Her pussy gripped his cock so tightly his orgasm ripped through him on the heels of her own. The pulsing of his cock lasted longer than it should have, the milking of her pussy coming with more force than usual.

When he couldn’t hold himself up any longer, he dropped to his elbows, allowing her to take some of his weight. He watched her face closely, catching the exact moment when she focused on him once again and let a smile spread across her lips. “Can we do that again?”

The woman was amazing.

She was also going to be the death of him. Him and Keegan.

It was the kind of death he would relish and cherish. The death of his old life. The birth of this new existence with the most important two people in his world.

Six months later…

Melinda lowered herself onto her belly and propped her body up on her elbows, the thick carpet padding her. “Whatcha got there, McKenna?”

The baby sitting in front of her, wobbling precariously on her little tush, held up her doll as if she’d understood the question perfectly.

“Is that your baby?”

McKenna giggled and shook the doll by the hair.

“Gentle. Not so rough.” Those words came from Rebecca, who flopped down on the chair next to Melinda.

Melinda giggled to match McKenna. “You think she understands that? She’s barely six months old. I’m not sure she even knows the difference between a doll and a tank yet.” Melinda reached out and tickled the baby, making her face light up and her body sway to one side.

As she wobbled back to a less precarious center, she dropped the doll and reached for Melinda’s face.

Melinda made a huge fuss out of pretending to chomp on the little girl’s fingers with her lips. “Yum yum yum.”

“Whatever you say, but she needs to learn how to treat that doll nicely, or her brother will spend the first year of his life having his eyes poked out.”