arched of its own volition. A pair of hands, each large but different in texture, found their way up her shirt and squeezed her breasts. Josie gasped as they popped her globes free from her restricting bra and stroked callused thumbs over the tips, which burgeoned into erect points.
A thick thigh inserted itself between her legs, and she wantonly rubbed her covered sex against it, the friction of the cloth separating still serving to heighten her arousal. The fabric of her shirt was pushed up, and a hot mouth latched onto her nipple. The sucking sensation, intense and jolting her aching cleft, made her cry out.
She wanted to open her eyes to watch, but the decadence of having two men pleasuring her kept them closed. A hand slid down to the front of her slacks, the material stretching just enough to accommodate the exploring hand. The brush of fingers across the damp material of her panties made her shudder.
“Oh, please,” she breathed, the begging words rising unbidden. They answered her wanton cry. Her damp, cotton panties were pushed aside to allow access to a finger. Slowly, the callused tip rubbed over her sensitized clit, drawing mewling cries from her.
The mouth devouring her breast kept up its sensual work, flicking and nipping at her engorged bud in time to the hand down her pants that stroked her wet folds. When the damp digits pushed into her, she let out a moan as her pelvic muscles clenched tight, her orgasm just a thrust or two away.
A clearing throat with a muttered, “sorry to bother,” found her abruptly hand- and mouth-free. Josie opened her bleary, passion-glazed eyes to see both Clint and Brandon kneeling on one side of her, hiding her partially nude body from view.
Caught in a compromising situation, with not one but two men, Josie scrambled, mortified, to a seated position and righted her clothes. She didn’t pay attention to the low-timbered conversation until the end when she heard the words, “We’ll have to get a cleaner in to clean up the blood and fix the window at her place.”
Are they talking about my apartment? “What happened?” she interjected.
Brandon didn’t answer her question as he turned to give her a hand to help her stand.
“Take care of Josie while I go check this out,” ordered Clint. His bright eyes gazed on her with longing, and he turned to walk away, only to whirl right back. He grabbed Josie around the waist and gave her a hard kiss. “Don’t worry, baby. You’re safe here.”
With those words, he did leave with Ralph, whom she recognized from work. Brandon slid an arm around her waist and guided her out of the living room—and away from her embarrassment. What was I thinking? Making love to two men at once and out in the open. Oh my God, I can just imagine the rumors and snickers I’ll have to endure at work.
Once again, Brandon read her thoughts. “It’s not a big deal.”
“Says you,” she muttered darkly. “It’s different for men.”
“It’s different in packs,” he corrected. “Like we said before, it’s not uncommon for one woman to attract the attention of two or more men.”
“I’m human, remember? It seems strange to me.”
“Well, you’d better get used to the idea because, my dear little mouse, you will be mated to Clint and me.”
“What if I don’t want to?” She acted contrary, even as her body—and heart—screamed yes .
Brandon halted their progress up the hall and pinned her to the wall. “Don’t challenge me to prove you wrong,” he said, his mouth hovering close to hers.
“Everything’s happening so fast. I mean first I find out you’re werewolves. Then someone threatens me. And now you expect me to just swallow the fact that you and Clint intend to bite me and…and be intimate with me at the same time.” She couldn’t say it without blushing.
“You can’t tell me you don’t feel the same pull, the need to touch us, skin to skin.”
“Great, I’m a magnet for werewolves,” she
A thick thigh inserted itself between her legs, and she wantonly rubbed her covered sex against it, the friction of the cloth separating still serving to heighten her arousal. The fabric of her shirt was pushed up, and a hot mouth latched onto her nipple. The sucking sensation, intense and jolting her aching cleft, made her cry out.
She wanted to open her eyes to watch, but the decadence of having two men pleasuring her kept them closed. A hand slid down to the front of her slacks, the material stretching just enough to accommodate the exploring hand. The brush of fingers across the damp material of her panties made her shudder.
“Oh, please,” she breathed, the begging words rising unbidden. They answered her wanton cry. Her damp, cotton panties were pushed aside to allow access to a finger. Slowly, the callused tip rubbed over her sensitized clit, drawing mewling cries from her.
The mouth devouring her breast kept up its sensual work, flicking and nipping at her engorged bud in time to the hand down her pants that stroked her wet folds. When the damp digits pushed into her, she let out a moan as her pelvic muscles clenched tight, her orgasm just a thrust or two away.
A clearing throat with a muttered, “sorry to bother,” found her abruptly hand- and mouth-free. Josie opened her bleary, passion-glazed eyes to see both Clint and Brandon kneeling on one side of her, hiding her partially nude body from view.
Caught in a compromising situation, with not one but two men, Josie scrambled, mortified, to a seated position and righted her clothes. She didn’t pay attention to the low-timbered conversation until the end when she heard the words, “We’ll have to get a cleaner in to clean up the blood and fix the window at her place.”
Are they talking about my apartment? “What happened?” she interjected.
Brandon didn’t answer her question as he turned to give her a hand to help her stand.
“Take care of Josie while I go check this out,” ordered Clint. His bright eyes gazed on her with longing, and he turned to walk away, only to whirl right back. He grabbed Josie around the waist and gave her a hard kiss. “Don’t worry, baby. You’re safe here.”
With those words, he did leave with Ralph, whom she recognized from work. Brandon slid an arm around her waist and guided her out of the living room—and away from her embarrassment. What was I thinking? Making love to two men at once and out in the open. Oh my God, I can just imagine the rumors and snickers I’ll have to endure at work.
Once again, Brandon read her thoughts. “It’s not a big deal.”
“Says you,” she muttered darkly. “It’s different for men.”
“It’s different in packs,” he corrected. “Like we said before, it’s not uncommon for one woman to attract the attention of two or more men.”
“I’m human, remember? It seems strange to me.”
“Well, you’d better get used to the idea because, my dear little mouse, you will be mated to Clint and me.”
“What if I don’t want to?” She acted contrary, even as her body—and heart—screamed yes .
Brandon halted their progress up the hall and pinned her to the wall. “Don’t challenge me to prove you wrong,” he said, his mouth hovering close to hers.
“Everything’s happening so fast. I mean first I find out you’re werewolves. Then someone threatens me. And now you expect me to just swallow the fact that you and Clint intend to bite me and…and be intimate with me at the same time.” She couldn’t say it without blushing.
“You can’t tell me you don’t feel the same pull, the need to touch us, skin to skin.”
“Great, I’m a magnet for werewolves,” she
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