Page 25 of Running with Direwolves
“So, you haven’t been fucked by two guys, one after the other, or at the same time?”
“No.”
“She’s not ready for that,” Tarl said stiffly.
“You don’t call the shots.” Grady frowned at him.
“I know her better than you.” Tarl stroked the back of his thumb down her cheek then traced her lips. He stared into her eyes. “Not yet, she’s not ready for you, Grady.”
Grady made a huffing sound and then cupped her cheek and turned her to face him. “My beta might be right so we can wait, but it will happen.” His eyes were like chips of ice off a glacier.
“Don’t I get a choice?”
“Sure, honey, but I know you’ll want it.” He chuckled and instantly the darkness went from him. “You’ll be begging for it, the way Tarl does.”
“I can’t deny that,” Tarl said, undoing the zipper on her hoodie. “Or that I want you naked, now.”
“Naked?”
“We’ve got time to pass, and I can see desire in your eyes, Sienna, hell, I can smell it coming off you.” He breathed deep and closed his eyes.
“You cannot.”
He twitched his eyebrows and set to work undoing the buttons on her pants. “Do you want to me to make you come again? You know I’m good for it.”
For a moment she was lulled by the sound of the train on the tracks and then she nodded. She was surrounded by hot, hard, horny men, an orgasm seemed like the best plan, not least in case the police boarded and she was arrested and spent the rest of her life wearing orange.
“Hey, don’t worry about anything, we’re here.” Grady’s voice was softer as he reached down to remove her pants.
She pushed thoughts of a train raid from her mind and suddenly realized she was utterly naked. The guys were still fully clothed.
“How did…?”
“So fucking sexy…” Grady blew out a breath and took her right nipple between his thumb and index finger and tweaked and tugged. “Been years since I was with a woman … and I don’t think ever one as sweet and delicate as you.”
Her belly quivered and she curled her toes. What he was doing to her nipple was on the point of discomfort but the sensation went straight to her pussy and her clit was twitching with need.
“You ready to be adored?” Tarl asked against her lips.
She nodded.
He smiled at her then ducked his head to kiss her neck, peppering her flesh with hot caresses of his lips.
Grady switched his attention to her other nipple then tipped forward and kissed her on the lips. Unlike Tarl there was no gentle probing. He was kissing her and he took full control. She gave herself up to it, to him, and gripped the ball of his solid shoulder.
“You taste of a spring day in the forest,” he said, breaking the kiss and brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Beautiful.”
Before she could answer he was kissing her again and his palm roaming over her chest, exploring the shape of her breasts.
Tarl’s touch dipped lower. He circled her navel and then fluffed his fingertips through her small patch of pubic hair.
She canted her hips, wanting to feel more, needing to start a climb to the orgasm he’d promised. She was so turned on. Having two sexy guys worshiping her body was even better than she’d imagined.
“Are you wet?” Tarl whispered into her ear. “Have we made you wet for us yet?”
“I want you,” she said, parting her legs until they butted up with theirs. “I want you to touch me … there.”
“What, here?” Tarl said, stroking over her clit with a firm touch.
