Read Sharon's Wolves (Wolf Masters Book 10) Online
Authors: Becca Jameson
“Mmm.” His eyes slowly closed as he squeezed her butt cheek. And then, without warning, he twisted toward her, grabbed her by the waist, and flipped her onto her back. Seconds later he positioned himself between her legs, his cock lodged at her entrance.
She sucked in a deep breath, her body coming to life.
Cooper grabbed both her hands and pulled them over her head. “Grab the headboard, baby.”
She wrapped her fingers around two slats and held on.
“Don’t let go.” His words added fuel to the fire. How did he always manage to send her to the edge of the universe with just a few syllables of command?
She nodded, aware of two things—her breasts were now high and tight on her chest, and her thighs shook with need.
When Cooper wrapped his lips around one nipple and sucked, she bucked her chest into his mouth. His tongue flicked over the tip rapidly, making it stiffer. He cupped her other breast, slid his fingers toward the nipple, and pinched it, pulling the offended tip away from her body as he continued to suckle her.
As he switched sides, dividing his attention equally between her nipples, she lost the ability to breathe. That was how fast he made her soar.
She wrapped her ankles around his thighs and held him tighter, willing his cock to reach into her. But he would need to climb farther up her body to get inside where she craved him the most.
“Cooper…” She rolled her head from side to side as her mouth grew dry. Her pussy clenched at nothing. A normal woman would never get so close to orgasm in such a short time, but she wasn’t normal. She was a shifter, and this was one of her mates. His presence alone made her body tighten with desire. Waking up next to him sent a flood of wetness to her channel.
Everywhere he touched her, she burned. Every inhale drew his scent into her lungs. Every blink of her eyes graced her with the visual of his perfect features—the deep brown of his eyes, his long lashes, the way the corners of his eyes narrowed when he smiled.
“Cooper…” she repeated, squirming beneath him but not getting any purchase. Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore. She released the headboard to grab his shoulders in order to dislodge him from her nipples. They ached deliciously, but she needed to come, and it wasn’t going to happen from stimulation to them alone.
He released her nipple with a pop and lifted his gaze. Before she knew it, her hands were back above her head and Cooper was on his knees straddling her thighs while he tugged the sheet out of the tucked end of the bed and drew it up toward her hands.
She gasped when the soft material grazed her wrists. As he wrapped one end of the sheet around her wrists, her eyes went wide.
He’s going to tie me up?
“That’s right.” He chuckled. “I told you to keep your hands around the slats.”
“But…” Her voice trailed off as he tugged the other end of the sheet and secured it to the headboard. When he was finished, she pulled on her hands only to find them nearly completely immobile. “Cooper…”
He sat back on his heels and gazed down at her. His fingers landed on her lips, pulling the bottom one down and then releasing it. They followed his gaze to her chest. “You have the most wonderful breasts I’ve ever seen.” His touch was gentle now, not the tugging, plucking, sucking, pulling of before. Instead he barely stroked the tips of his fingers over her nipples.
Goose bumps rose on her chest. She needed more. She pulled again against the headboard. There was no way she was going to escape without some concentration and effort, and currently she had no brain cells to enable either task.
Cooper skimmed his fingers in circles around her nipples next, teasing the sensitive flesh of her breasts. “I love the way they respond to me.” He leaned forward and flicked his tongue over one nipple, just enough to moisten the tip and make her arch into him. But his mouth was gone, retreating back so the only contact he had with her breasts now was the intimate touch of his gaze.
She would swear she could feel him stroking her with his eyes. “Oh. God. Cooper.”
He ignored her. His fingers trailed down her belly and then back up her sides to glance over the outer edges of her breasts on their way to her shoulders. “Your skin is so smooth.”
She dug her heels into the bed, but no amount of pushing would dislodge Cooper from the straddle he had around her thighs.
His cock bobbed in front of her, hovering in the air while he gave no indication he intended to use it inside her.
She bit her lip. How was it possible she was this much more aroused from the restraint than she had been moments ago?
“I know. It feels so good, doesn’t it?”
She groaned when she realized he’d read her thoughts.
“I can drive you mad with need.”
“Please…” Her bottom lip quivered at his threat. She might self-combust if he didn’t take her soon.
“Please what?” he asked casually.
“Please, Cooper. Please claim me. I need to feel you inside me.”
“Mmm. Guess you should have thought of that before you let go of the headboard, huh?”
Oh. My. God
. Was he going to punish her?
He chuckled again. “Does this feel like a punishment?” He danced his fingers back over her nipples. They were so sensitive by then, it felt as though he’d been tugging on them for an hour instead of barely teasing the tips.
A noise behind Cooper made her lift her head to find Jackson strolling into the room. “Did I miss something?” He sat on the edge of the bed.
“Yeah.” Cooper didn’t add anything to that one word.
Jackson glanced at the place where Sharon’s hands met the headboard. “That’s hot.”
She felt the flames heat her face. Were both of her men unhinged?
“What’d you do, love?” Jackson asked.
She opened her mouth in shock. No sound came out.
Cooper tapped her bottom lip. “Tell him, baby.”
She blinked several times.
“Tell him why you’re trussed to the bed like this.”
She licked her lips and found a small voice. “I let go of the headboard.” The admission made her feel like a recalcitrant child. Unfortunately it also sent a new wave of heat and wetness to her pussy. The world had gone completely mad.
“Hmm. Guess you won’t do that again.” Instead of joining them, Jackson stood, removed his clothes, and left the room. A moment later she heard the shower.
He left?
Fingers on her breasts drew her attention back to Cooper, the other player in this weird twisted nightmare. Indeed he was a boob man. No denying that. And she liked it too. The attention he lavished on her chest was powerful. A tight ball of need grew in her belly. There was every chance she would come from the contact to her breasts alone.
Finally, he shuffled his knees farther down her body and then nudged her legs apart to settle between them. “Spread wider for me.”
She lifted her knees slightly and let them fall open. Her legs shook as if chilled. She’d never felt so exposed. The very idea of being tied to the bed and open to his gaze made her arousal shoot higher.
He let one finger graze down her thigh from her knee to her pussy, not touching her but rather lifting over the sensitive skin that pleaded with him to make contact, and settling on the other thigh to continue to stroke up to the opposite knee. “So sexy.”
She heaved for oxygen, her chest rising and falling. “Open more for me.”
More?
She tried to focus on his face, but his gaze was pinned to her pussy. Patiently, he stared at her, not touching her at all anymore. Waiting.
Oh. God
. She moaned silently in her head.
Finally, she forced her legs wider, feeling the cool air as it hit her lower lips when they parted for him. Wetness leaked out of her pussy to run between her ass cheeks. “Cooper. I’m not…”
“What? Aroused?” He dipped one finger into her core and drew out the evidence of her arousal.
She moaned loudly and lifted her hips off the mattress. No denying she was aroused. But she wasn’t the sort of woman who liked to be tied to the bed and ravaged. Was she?
“Let’s just see. Shall we? Evidence would suggest you’re exactly this kind of woman.”
She mentally slapped herself for not blocking him. But it was nearly impossible to keep him out of her thoughts under the circumstances. She’d never once considered the possibility that she’d be open to any aspect of BDSM, but dammit, her belly dipped under the assault, her pussy gripping at nothing. Her clit throbbed with need. She was on the verge of an orgasm, and this mate of hers hadn’t touched her directly any place that mattered.
When she lifted her hips off the bed to silently plead for mercy, Cooper grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under her lower back. “There. Better. I can see you more directly like this.”
Mortification spread through her again, her chest undergoing the telltale signs that it was now splotchy with red heated embarrassment laced with desire.
Jackson emerged from the bathroom, his hair damp from towel drying it. The towel itself was wrapped low around his hips. When he approached, he pulled up a chair and sat next to the bed. “Mind if I watch?”
Cooper nodded. “Please do. It would seem our mate enjoys a bit of bondage. In a moment I’m going to make her scream so loud the neighbors will hear.”
She didn’t doubt his words. She was already so close it wasn’t funny.
“Legs, baby. Wider.”
She sucked in a sharp breath as she glanced down to find she’d closed her knees several inches. She pressed them back open as Cooper resumed his perusal of her most private parts.
It was crazy how he affected her. After all, both he and Jackson had seen every inch of her body. Hell, they’d also tasted every inch. Why, then, did it make her wild to hold herself open to him like this?
“Lord, that’s hot. Cooper you’re amazing with your mouth,” Jackson commented. “I mean, I had a taste of it myself the other day, but watching you in action is even sexier.” He leaned forward. “And I’m talking about his words, not his tongue.” He smirked.
Sharon’s face heated further.
Cooper used both hands to press her thighs open wider. “Your pussy is so fucking sexy. I’ll never get enough of staring at it.”
Wetness leaked out of her again, trailing down to her ass. She had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from begging.
He pulled her lower lips apart with his thumbs and held her steady. “So pink and wet. You’re glistening with need.”
She moaned. If he didn’t stop…
Those same thumbs lined up on both sides of her clit next and pinched it away from her body.
She shrieked.
“That’s it. Just feel my touch.” His voice was low and controlled as if this were no big deal to him.
She knew that couldn’t be true. His cock bobbed rock hard in front of him, the tip leaking with precome.
When he released her clit, he thrust both thumbs into her core as far as they could reach.
Sharon screamed. She came around those two thumbs as if he’d been fucking her for hours instead of the single thrust. Her channel pulsed around him.
“That’s it. So gorgeous.” His words were muffled by the ringing in her ears from the intensity of the orgasm. And then his thumbs were gone.
Her vision blurred, and she couldn’t hold her eyes open, so it was a great shock when Cooper leaned over her body and thrust his cock into her quivering pussy.
He grunted as soon as he was in to the hilt.
She lost her last brain cell as he pulled halfway out and then plunged back into her. Her breasts jiggled, making her aware of both their sensitivity and the fact that her arms were secured above her head.
Cooper lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her, licking the seam of her lips until she opened for him. When his tongue slid between her lips, she sucked it gently in deeper, mimicking the movement of his cock. His elbows cradled her underarms, his hands threading into her hair.
She moaned around his tongue, suckling it with every thrust of his length inside her sheath. Each time his groin hit her clit, she arched her hips upward, trying to gain more contact.
“Look at me, love.”
She twisted her head to the side at the sound of Jackson’s voice. Although she knew he was in the room because his scent filled the space, she’d been so consumed with Cooper, she hadn’t been able to focus on Jackson. It was heady knowing he was watching her, staring at her. And now she realized he had dropped the towel and held his cock in his hand, stroking it gently up and down the shaft.
His gaze was cloudy but focused entirely on her face. “I want to see your expression when you come again.”
Cooper nibbled a path to her ear and down her neck. Her mouth fell open, however, when he picked up the pace, angling his cock so that more of the base pressed against her clit.
“Do you have any idea how sexy you are?” Jackson whispered. His gaze traveled up and down her body, all the way to the tips of her fingers at the headboard and back to her face.
She fought to hold his gaze, wavering with every thrust into her pussy. She was so close to coming, and judging by the low groan coming from Cooper, he was too.
Suddenly he shocked her by pulling out of her sheath.
She protested, yanking her gaze to face him. “No. Oh, God. Please. Cooper.”
He frowned. “Eyes on Jackson. No one told you to move your head.”
She swallowed hard, her pussy contracting with every word he spoke.
He stared at her, waiting.
Finally, with no other option, she turned her face back to the side and met the stern expression of her other mate. “That’s a girl. Eyes on mine.”
“If you look away from Jackson, I’ll stop. Understood?” Cooper’s voice was deep and authoritative.
“Yes.” The word was weak, barely audible, but she knew they both heard her fine, out loud and mentally. And she had no choice. She needed to come so badly it hurt. The only way she was going to reach that goal currently was to follow Cooper’s directions.
“Come closer, Jackson. Let her see your cock. Stroke it in her line of sight. Make her watch as you come next to her.”
Sharon shuddered. Damn the man had a way of controlling a room.
Jackson followed Cooper’s instructions, standing in front of her and leaning his thighs against the bed while his palm slid up and down his shaft, teasing her, tormenting her with its length and the pearl of precome dripping from the tip.