Jessica's Wolves (19 page)

Reese pulled her top leg up and set it over Charles’ torso, effectively opening her to his meandering fingers.

As Charles resumed his assault on her nipples, plucking, licking, and pinching them like a starving man in a hurry, Reese grazed a finger through her lower lips and gathered enough moisture to coat her clit in one swipe.

Jessica moaned. She tugged on her arms, unable to comprehend she couldn’t use them to grab anyone’s cock.

Charles came up from between her breasts and whispered into her ear, “Baby, there could be a lot of people gathering in this house. Children even. Do you want them to hear you scream when you come?” His teasing words made her gasp. This was all his fault, and he had the audacity to joke about it?

He chuckled. “Don’t worry. I have a solution.”

Jess’ eyes flew open when he prodded her mouth.

“Open up, baby.” His finger grazed through the slit between her lips until she complied, releasing the tight grip she had with her teeth.

Before she could even contemplate what he had in mind, Jessica’s mouth was filled with something foreign.

“That’s better.” Charles beamed. “No one will hear you now. You can relax and enjoy.”

Relax? What the fuck?
Her lips were strained open wider than natural and her mouth was filled with … God only knew what.”

Reese rubbed her damn stomach, his fingers reaching lower and lower until they danced over her clit. “It’s a gag, hon. Breathe through your nose. No matter how hard you scream, no one will hear you. Doesn’t that make you feel less self-conscious?”

“Nooo,”
she communicated.
“It makes me feel controlled.”

“And you love it.” Charles resumed his torture to her tender, pebbled nipples. “We know this because your arousal level just went up two notches when I put the gag in. And we know that because we are wolves. We can smell it.”

Now they were just fucking with her. She didn’t need a lesson on Wolf 101. She needed to climax.
Damn
.

All talking ceased.

Charles tugged one breast in between his lips and flicked her nipple with his tongue. Reese squeezed her clit between two fingers.

Jessica bucked, though she couldn’t decide if she wanted to buck forward or backward, so she jerked her hips both ways, increasing any friction in any direction.

As though in some sort of silent agreement she wasn’t privy to, Reese lifted her top leg, spreading her as far as reasonable, and Charles plunged two fingers into her core.

She came around him, a long, hard orgasm that made her scream silently behind the blasted gag.

Before she had a chance to come back to earth, Reese lifted her body, flipped her over, and set her on top of Charles’ torso.

Confused and somewhat dazed, Jessica blinked as her mates situated her to their desired pleasure. Her hands were still attached to the headboard, but Charles had scooted back enough that Jessica now cradled his head between her arms.

“You okay, love?” Reese pushed her knees up alongside Charles and lubed her ass so fast she still didn’t even have her bearings. All she knew for certain was she needed these two men inside her … now.

Charles wrapped his huge hands around her face and gazed into her eyes. He must have seen something there because he released the gag and pulled it out with a short
pop
. Immediately he massaged her chin and jaw. “Better?” He smiled.

“That was awful.” Ow. It had only been a minute or two, but her face felt stiff and achy.

Charles smiled and kissed her lips. “Maybe, but every time we do something unexpected, you come so fast and so hard. We just can’t resist.”

He was right. Damn him.

“Gonna take your ass now, Jess.” Reese spread her cheeks and held them open with one hand while he caressed her puckered hole with a generous glob of lube.

She was getting better at taking them this way but still tensed each time in anticipation.

Charles held her gaze. “If you’d let us plug you more often, you’d get stretched out better.”

It was a frequent bone of contention between them. It wasn’t so much she hated the plugs, as she’d led them to believe, but more that she always spent the entire day way too aware of her ass and thus her sex. It made her hornier than hell and embarrassed the shit out of her thinking everyone around could tell she was wearing the plug and were secretly laughing.

Charles’ grin grew larger, and her gaze shot daggers at him. No matter how hard she tried to block them from getting into her mind, she suspected she was failing more often than not and, frankly, didn’t want confirmation to that effect.

Ignorance was certainly bliss sometimes.

“Ready?” Was Reese asking her or was he talking to Charles? Did it matter?

Charles positioned himself at her entrance, never losing eye contact. It was impossible to avoid anyway since she was attached to the headboard and her face was right above his.

Charles plunged into her still-wet pussy. Holding her in place, he pulled her ass cheeks apart for Reese.

Jess held her breath, as always, and then exhaled on a long, low moan as Reese filled her so completely with his thick length.

Somehow the men were always in perfect sync, even though she never specifically heard any conversation, neither verbal nor silent.

With her clit pressing into the soft hair above Charles’ cock, she had to concentrate to avoid another orgasm, even so close to the first.

Reese groaned. “I swear, one of these days … I’m going to last … longer.” His breathing was erratic, and he gripped her hips with such force, each finger held her firm. Somehow he managed to lift her on and off Charles while keeping up a matching pace for himself.

“Come for us, baby,” Charles demanded. Her attention jerked back to his gaze. When either of them ordered her to come, she was mush. They could probably force her to orgasm in the middle of a crowded mall if one of them leaned over and commanded it into her ear.

With a shiver, her orgasm plowed through her, her belly tightening as her pussy and ass both milked her mates. Everything contracted at once, a choreographed timing her body orchestrated with the mere hint of demand.

A symphony of moans filled the air as both men succumbed to their own orgasms right behind her.

She was so filled, both physically and emotionally. Each time they mated was somehow better than the last. She knew instinctively it would never grow old. She would forever crave this contact, her body demanding she give in to this destiny.

Somehow, as the three collapsed into the mattress, Reese freed her arms, and she snuggled between the men, waiting for her heart rate to return to normal before she could climb out and head for the shower.

* * * *

Charles clambered over adults and kids to get across the vast living room. He had only one goal in mind—coffee. He meandered through the ripped paper and scattered toys, making a beeline straight for the kitchen.

It was still early, but on Christmas morning there was no
early
in the Masters’ house. Soon, he and Reese needed to consider other living arrangements. His parents’ house was certainly big enough to accommodate the new mates, especially with two of his older brothers and his sister mated and living on their own, but he suspected Jessica was only going to tolerate this current arrangement for so long.

He chuckled to himself as he faced the coffee pot. Imagine if this Jessica he’d known so far was a “repressed” Jessica who feared being discovered having sex in his parents’ house. What would lie ahead for them if she really let loose in a home of their own? A chill went down his spine, and he had to shake the image from his mind.

Coffee. Dark and rich. He filled a mug. Steam lofted into the air as he brought the cup to his nose and inhaled. That alone perked him before he even took one sip.

Reese laid a hand on his back and reached around him in search of the same elixir.

“Where’s Jess?”

Reese laughed. “Where do you think? She never even made it past the kids. She’s on the floor with Jeremy and Miranda pushing a car around.”

Charles swung around and leaned against the counter to watch his mate in action. “She’ll make the best mother in the world.”

Reese nodded. “No doubt.”

“Think she’s going to be pissed when she finds out what we got her for Christmas?”

“No doubt.” He grinned at Charles as he repeated the obvious.

A knock at the door made everyone in the room pause for a brief second, one of those moments that lasted an eternity when it was really just a flash of time. In that pause, everyone seemed to think the same thing at once:
Who’s missing? We’re all here. And which one of us would knock anyway?

It was over before an entire breath could be taken, and Charles eyed his mother as she climbed over boxes and trash to get to the door.

The man on the stoop nodded and rubbed his hands together against the cold. “Ma’am.” It was their foreman. Charles stepped forward. He didn’t like the look on Laurence’s face. He detected bad information even from across the great room.

He wasn’t alone. All the men stepped forward, Richard at the lead. “Laurence, morning. What brings you here on Christmas Day? Thought you’d be with your family.” Richard’s voice rarely faltered, but his normally strong tone had an edge to it this morning.

Images went through Charles’ mind. Sick calf? Missing cattle? Worse?

“Sorry to bother you folks, but two men have been spotted in town asking about you and your farm. I thought you’d want to know that right away.”

Jessica grabbed Charles’ arm, her grip almost painful. “Charles? You think it’s them?” Her eyes were huge globes filled with fear. “How did they find us?”

Richard thanked his foreman and told him to go enjoy his holiday. He shut the door and leaned against it.

“I’m so sorry.” The soft voice coming from across the room was Alyssa’s. “I never meant to bring trouble to your door. I’ll just … go with them so no one gets … hurt.”

“You’ll do no such thing,” his mother retorted. “You’re with us now. A member of this family. And we don’t tolerate anyone who threatens our own.”

Charles looked at his frozen mate between him and Reese as she cleared her throat. Her hands shook where she still gripped his arm.

Jessica looked from Charles to Reese. “Suppose we pretended she’s mated to one of us. I mean, I guess they would smell the untruth of that, but maybe intended? Reese? Charles? One of you should pretend you intend to mate her. Would that work?”

“Dad? What do you think?” Charles turned to his father. “There’d be no way to keep these assholes from realizing Reese and I are already mated to Jessica, but I guess if their pack is as fucked up as it is, they probably wouldn’t question us having our own strange arrangements. As it is, we are a group of threesomes. Who’s to say we don’t take on other women and become foursomes?”

Richard furrowed his brow. “Might work. Not sure they will care without her being completely mated though. But we could try it.”

Alyssa whimpered. Tears filled her eyes. “I hate putting you all in such a position.”

The rest of the family had remained quiet during this contemplation. Everyone moved at once, talking on top of each other.

Tessa interrupted. “Someone needs to … well, rub against Alyssa so she smells of him. No one will buy this story if she has no scent of any man on her, as though she’s at least being courted by someone.”

Justin and Trevor, Kara’s mates, stood next to her where she sat on the couch rubbing her huge belly. Trevor spoke up. “I could do it. Might be believable since my mate is clearly so huge with child. We could make up some cockamamie story about me straying because she’s so … God-awful unattractive.” He choked and laughed harder than Charles had ever witnessed when Kara punched him in the stomach. It was common knowledge Justin and Trevor couldn’t keep their hands off Kara and found her increasingly
more
attractive the further along she was. Not the insinuated opposite.

Ryan and Alejandro, Lindsey’s mates, also the most doting wolves around, looked to their love for her agreement. When she nodded without hesitation, Alejandro spoke up. “It might be more believable if it were me. We Spaniards are known for taking on several women.”

Lindsey rolled her eyes but didn’t hide her grin. Charles knew the day that woman let him stray would be the last day on earth. Not to mention Charles doubted the man had been away from her side long enough to even consider such a ruse.

Charles’ youngest brother had remained silent listening to everyone draw straws. Michael was only twenty. None of them had yet to take much of what he did or said seriously. They all thought of him as the baby still, even though he was a grown man by rights.

Michael stepped forward and walked straight to Alyssa, where she trembled in the back of the room against the wall. “I’ll do it.” No one breathed while he grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips. “Would that work for you?” He cleared his throat and spoke with more strength now. “I mean, would you mind?”

Charles narrowed his gaze on his little brother. What the hell was going on? Had he missed something? Was it his imagination or were sparks electrifying the air? His hair even stood on end, and without moving his head, he gazed around in wonder at the rest of the family where they stood rooted to their spots.

Jessica wasn’t stupid either. She hadn’t let go of Charles’ arm yet, and now she gripped him once again with renewed strength.
“Do you think…”

“Not sure what to think,”
Charles communicated.

“Well, I’ll be.”
Reese wrapped an arm around Jessica and pulled her tight.

“This could work.” Nancy bustled around, grabbing wrapping paper and boxes off the floor. She didn’t take her gaze off her youngest child, but Charles thought he saw a tear as she scurried past. She busied herself as she always did when she was stressed. She sure as hell didn’t need to clean house for these particular guests. Fuck them.

Richard headed for the kitchen. “I guess it’s settled then.” He was uneasy and shifted nervously as Charles watched him cross the room. “More coffee anyone?”