Page 36 of Stealthy as a Wolf

When I licked my lips, his cock jumped, and he took my interest as an invitation, quickly joining us back on the bed. Before I could even think to touch him, Burke leaned up, captured my mouth, then dragged me back down with him.

Boone’s hands joined Burke’s as they both explored my body, and I lost track of everything but the sensations bombarding me from every side. One hand cupped my breast, fingers teasing the nipple, plucking and pulling. A mouth latched onto the second breast, nipping and sucking, and I went lightheaded.

I tipped my head back, breaking the kiss, and gasped for air. Boone trailed his lips down my neck, and I reached out, cupping the backs of both their heads. When the men pulled back at the same time, I nearly whimpered at the loss.

Burke ran both hands up my spine, then sat up, forcing me up with him. Boone shifted, taking a seat behind me, sandwiching me between the two of them. He reached forward, his hands sweeping up my torso to cup both my breasts from behind and pulling me tight against him.

I barely had time to enjoy the sensation when Burke drew back, not wasting a second as he stripped out of his pants. While I thought the men were handsome when I first laid eyes on them, it was nothing compared to how sexy they looked spread out on the bed, focused on nothing but me. The hunger in their expressions set my stomach fluttering and heat pooling at my core.

Burke lay stretched out beneath me, a feast for the eyes. He was quiet, solemn, almost like he was afraid to draw attention to himself.

Like if I noticed him, I would kick him out of the bed.

Foolish man.

A twinge went through me that he thought he wasn’t good enough.

That he saw himself only as an afterthought.

I leaned forward, stopping only when I was just inches away from his face. I cupped his jaw, wondering if he was even breathing. I ran my thumb along the stubble of his five o’clock shadow, watching his chest hitch, the way his throat bobbed when he swallowed hard.

“I see you, Burke.” I gave him a crooked smile. “You are not an echo of your brother, you are not a replacement. You are a prickly asshole and a royal pain in my ass. I see you, and I say yes. Are you sure you want to be—”

The rest of my sentence was cut off when he lunged up and slammed his mouth over mine. It was a different kiss from the one Boone gave me. It was hard and wild and demanding everything from me, his tongue dominating my mouth without asking for permission.

And fuck if it didn’t light my body on fire.

Like the kiss was permission, Boone slid one hand down my stomach, not stopping until his fingers slid between my legs. He stroked me boldly, deeply, his fingers sliding right inside me without hesitation, completely robbing me of breath.

Burke dragged his hand up my spine, cupped the back of my neck, and threaded his fingers in my hair. When he leaned back against the bed, he dragged me with him…which sent Boone’s fingers deeper inside me, until I saw stars. Boone leaned forward, coming down along my back. I felt his cock pressed against my ass and nearly whimpered at the feel of him.

I tore my mouth free, then pushed my ass back against Boone, my breasts rubbing against Burke’s chest, and I shuddered as too many sensations bombarded me at once. It was both too much and not enough. Burke grabbed my face, staring into my eyes. “Just let go, just feel. I’m here. I’ll catch you.”

I didn’t understand what he meant at first until fire began to spread through my veins. Every stroke of Boone’s fingers sent me spiraling higher and higher. My limbs tingled, and I gazed into Burke’s dark blue eyes as the most amazing orgasm blew apart my world.

Chapter Eleven

MAGGIE

As I floated back into my body, the feel of their hands on my skin was almost magical. I felt connected to them on a deeper level, and I wasn’t sure if I was being foolish or not.

One orgasm, and I was suddenly that clingy girl everyone despised.

Worse yet, I wanted more.

I snuggled between the twins, a hum of pleasure catching in my throat when I felt their hard cocks pressed so intimately against me, then my eyes flew open when I realized there was more pleasure to come. I glanced between the two of them, not sure how to ask for more.

Both men were watching me closely. While Boone looked smug, Burke seemed to be waiting for permission…or waiting to be kicked out of bed. I leaned closer, conscious of him watching my every move, and didn’t close my eyes when I kissed him, not until he began to kiss me back.

His fingers were in my hair, tightening to the point of pain as he clutched me close, a hint of desperation in his kiss. Then he dragged me back, leaving just inches between us. Chest heaving, he searched my face. His hesitant expression faded in response to whatever he saw, a feral look taking over, and he flashed his fangs in my direction. “Hang on to me, sugar, and let us show you what it’s like to be loved.”

A large, warm hand landed on the center of my back, pushing me down, leaving me sprawled across Burke’s chest. Boone ran a hand down my spine, and I arched against the touch like some damn cat seeking attention.

I shuddered as a cock pressed between my folds, hitting me just right, and my breath caught as a spike of pleasure rushed through me. I didn’t need prompting to rub myself against his cock. Soon, my juices coated his member, and though I was a bit mortified by how wet they made me, the smooth glide made my breath catch.

Burke rumbled beneath me, a sound caught between a growl and a purr. While common sense urged me to retreat from the threat, the vibrations hit my core in a way that made me desperate for more.

A palm scraped down my spine, the drag of calluses against my delicate skin hardening my nipples, and I gave a moan of pure longing.

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