Page 10 of Claimed By Two Alphas

“Better?” I asked.

“Um, yeah.” Shane’s blush was beautiful as he looked at me from under his lashes. “You must think something of me.” He rubbed his hands on his thighs again. “I mean, you two seem so…and I’m like…”

“Can I kiss you?”

Shane sucked in a deep breath. His eyes were shining brightly. His cheeks were still the color of a rose. He licked his lips, which I’d noticed he did a lot. “Y-Yes.”

I slid my hand around his nape and drew him closer to me. “Breathe, baby. Try to relax. We’re not going to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”

“O-Okay.” Shane moved closer. His breath was sawing in and out as his lips grazed mine.

I smiled, ran my hand down his side, and rested it on his hip. I took the kiss deeper. The anticipation was building, and it was almost too much. My senses were running wild as our tongues tangled.

I closed my eyes, letting the pleasure wash over me and through me. Then I snaked my hand up under his shirt, running the pad of my thumb over his nipple. Shane inhaled deeply then groaned as he leaned closer, damn near sitting on my lap. We parted lips, briefly, enough so I could draw Shane’s shirt over his head. Unexpectedly, but welcomed, Shane hauled my shirt over my head and let it fall to the floor.

“Touch me, baby. Anywhere you want.” I pulled his hand to my chest before I went back to kissing him. His lips were soft, pliable, and damn, I could kiss him all night. As our lips tangled, I shoved my jeans and underwear down to my knees and then guided Shane’s hand to my cock.

Fucking heaven when his fingers curled around my heated flesh. He squeezed a bit hard then loosened his grip. Something tapped me on the shoulder, and when I looked up—Shane’s eyes still closed, still into kissing me—Delvin was there, handing me some lube.

He circled around the couch and kicked his pants and underwear off before sitting behind Shane.

I gripped Shane’s hand, pulled it away, moaning at the loss of his touch, then squirted some of the lube onto his palm. His hand was right back on me, as if my dick and his hand were magnets, coming back together in a snap. He stroked me again, pushing into me, making me lean back against the arm of the couch.

Feisty little tiger.

Then he gasped.

I tore my mouth away from his and searched for what had made him react that way. Delvin had slipped to the floor and was now between Shane’s legs, sucking him off. “How does that feel?”

“Amazing.” Shane groaned. He closed his eyes, never missing a beat with stroking me. He slipped his hand under my nuts and palmed them, adding a sensation that shot me closer to release as Delvin’s head bobbed between Shane’s legs. I wasn’t going to be able to hold on much longer. It was just a handjob, but fuck, Shane’s hands were made of some kind of magic, working some kind of voodoo over me.

I arched my back, my breathing becoming unstable, sawing in and out of me as Shane’s eyes glazed over. His lips were parted, and his own breath was choppy. His strokes fumbled just for a second, and then he scooted further away, lowered his upper half, and took my cock into his mouth. I didn’t think my brain had ever short-circuited before, but seeing Shane feast on my cock was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.

I cupped his face and, in short bursts, fucked his mouth. His lips were stretched wide, soft and wet as he drove down before pulling back up, only to do it again.

He cried out around my cock, and I knew he’d come. I was so close. So fucking close. Delvin stood and grabbed one of Shane’s hands, placing it on his cock. Shane began to stroke him as he sucked me off.

Delvin was the first to tumble. His back stiffened as he threw his head back and came. I was almost there. I just needed that extra edge. As if Shane could read my mind, he pulled at my nuts, dragging his fingers across the sensitive flesh.

I was done for. Game over. My body twisted as I grunted, my cock pulsing down his throat. I relaxed into the cushions, trying desperately to catch my breath. It didn’t even bother me when Delvin pulled Shane away, more than likely taking him to the bathroom to clean him up.

Now I saw that all Shane needed was a little push and his wild side was set free. I’d keep that in mind for future reference, because that little taste was nothing compared to what I wanted to do to him.

Chapter Four

Shane

“Why is Janie giving me the stink-eye?” I asked. It was the night after I had sex with Delvin and Joshua. It felt as if I was walking on a cloud. I couldn’t focus for shit. All that kept going through my mind was what I’d done with the Bailey brothers. Their hands. Their mouths. The sounds filling the room.

“Because she had to cover her tables and yours last night,” Misty said. “She thinks you’re the bosses’ pet.”

This was why you didn’t get involved at work. Now everyone would think Delvin and Joshua favored me. I would become a pariah among my coworkers. Out of curiosity, I’d asked Delvin and Joshua this morning about Casey. You know, the rumors surrounding him about getting it on with Jack and Ken Michaels.

Jack and Ken were bear shifters. Mind blown once again. And Casey was pregnant. So was Dillon, who was dating, sorry, mated to Lucas and Mikhia York. Yep, Dillon was pregnant, too. His mates were black panthers.

And now it was me. With two wolf shifters. But I hadn’t gone all the way with them last night. Blowjobs and rub-offs. Which, let me tell you, lasted half the night. Those two were insatiable. You wouldn’t think blowjobs could make your back hurt, but I was proof it happened.

“I wasn’t feeling well.” I looked across the room where Janie was waiting on a table of men. She was tall, blond, and pretty. Her shorts were a little on the short side, but I got it. Tips. It was all about the tips. As if she felt me looking her way, she glanced over her shoulder and scowled before turning back around to talk to the guys.

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