Page 171 of The Wolves of Forest Grove
“Fuck,” he groaned, reaching out his free hand to clutch on the low hanging branch, the pads of his fingers indenting the wood.
Eyes like blue fire watched me as I tipped my head back in a cry of ecstasy.
His fingers expertly circled my entrance, making my body writhe against the tree, against his hand, against Jared’s mouth.
When his fingers pushed in, I cried out, every inch of my body electrified with desire. Jared’s lips came off my breast with a pop, gone for only an instant before they claimed my mouth instead.
He kissed me with a brutality I didn’t know he possessed as Clay worked me to the edge of a climax I couldn’t have stopped even if I’d wanted to.
His tongue slipped in, deepening the kiss until I was dizzy with need and a lack of air.
Completely unable to remember the last time I took a breath. If I was breathing at all.
“That’s it,” Jared whispered against my mouth, and I gasped for air. His amber eyes glowed with the power of his wolf as he palmed my breast, tugging lightly on my nipple. Rolling it between his thumb and index finger.
“Come on, baby,” Clay grunted, dangerously close to shredding through the tree branch with how hard he was gripping it to maintain control.
His eyes sparked to life with the presence of his wolf, and my own wolf responded, awakening with a primal need to claim her mates the way she’d been waiting to for four long years.
“Come for us,” Jared commanded in a breathy whisper, his lips finding mine again as my body surged to the apex.
Tightening and splintering apart all at once as I came, moaning into Jared’s mouth as Clay held me down, mercilessly drawing the climax out until I squirmed beneath them, the sensation almost too much to bear.
I gripped tightly to Clay, snatching up his arm as he tried to pull back. Jared, too, moved to back away, but I pinned him with a lusty stare.
“No,” I muttered, still panting. “I want you. I want both of you.”
I knew this was pushing it to the limits of what they could take, but I had to try. Greedy bitch or not, I’d waited for this for far too long for them to stop now.
Jared’s cheekbones flared, his fiery gaze passing over the shadowed ground while Clay stared openly at me, a question poised on his parted lips.
“Are you sure that’s what you want?” he asked.
I swallowed, finally able to catch my breath, my pulse still pounding, but less erratic than the moment before. “So fucking sure.”
Clay’s bright gaze passed over to Jared, but my other mate didn’t acknowledge him. Though after a second, he uttered a shaky, “All right. I just need a second to get control.”
He backed away a step, turning away from us to take a few shallow breaths. I’d give him all the fucking seconds he needed if he would just try for me.
And I could tell he was already. I could feel the effort he was exerting to maintain control. From both of them.
Was I awful for forcing this? Was I being selfish?
I cringed inwardly, dropping my head as a darkness crept into my thoughts, hollowing out my insides.
“Hey,” Jared said, spinning back to face us. “Don’t do that. We want to give you this.”
Clay nodded his agreement, and I took solace in the fact that I felt very little discomfort from them. Only a visceral need to claim their mate that overshadowed everything else. A need to be the only one, even though there were two souls bonded to my own instead of one.
I understood it, even if I wished it weren’t like that. “Brother,” he said, facing Clay, his sharp stare skating between us. “I’m sorry in advance if I rip your head off.”
“Apology accepted. So long as you know it’ll be you who ends up on his ass.”
Jared smirked and some of the tension lifted as he nodded to Clay, giving the go ahead.
The instant Clay turned his attention back to me, my core began to throb with need again, a beautiful ache spreading like wildfire through my belly.
He snatched up my chin, jerking my mouth up to meet his with the rough brush of his thumb. I moaned against his lips, my arms rising on their own to find something to hold onto, tangling in his hair and gripping at the solid muscle of his back.
He jerked against my touch, shuddering as I slipped a hand between us, circling his proud length. He was already rock hard as I slid my hand up his shaft, teasing his sensitive head until he bit down hard on my lower lip, making me gasp.
“Not so fast,” he growled, fingers clenching my hips as he lifted me from the branch, twisting me around so I had to grip the underside so as not to fall face first over the other side.
His hand explored the curve of my ass, coming down with a little slap that sent shivers of pleasure coasting over the planes of my body.
Bent over the thick branch, I could turn around enough to see Jared, but it was enough knowing he was there, watching as Clay pressed two fingers to my opening, readying me for him.
“Jare,” I gasped as Clay slipped them inside and my thighs clenched tight, trying to hold him in.
“Fuck!” I shouted as Clay removed his fingers and thrust into me in a movement so quick I didn’t see it coming. He filled me to bursting, making my back arch, trying to adjust to the size of him.
A low growl that I knew to be Jared’s broke the sound of our panting breaths as Clay carefully eased out a bit, settling himself inside me as his fingertips bruised my waist with their hard grip.
I reached out blindly, beckoning to my other mate. “Come,” I called. “Please.”
As he came into view, ducking beneath the branch so that he was on one side while Clay was on the other, I licked my lips. I ached to smooth the knot between his brows. To relieve the tension lifting his muscled shoulders high.
I looped a finger into his jeans, drawing him closer, asking silently if this was all right.
He helped me when I fumbled with the button, my hands sloppy as Clay began thrusting into me, alternating between painfully slow and quick jabs that hit me in just the right spot.
Jared’s cock sprang free as his jeans fell to pool around his ankles, and it was a lesson in restraint that I didn’t immediately jerk him closer.
I wanted him to do it. I needed him to be comfortable or else I didn’t want it.
I jerked as Clay quickened his pace, groaning his own pleasure as he fucked me from behind.
And maybe it was Clay’s display of pleasure that made Jared give in to it as he slipped his long fingers into my hair, curling them into a loose fist at the base of my skull as he stepped forward, easing his cock to my lips.
I took him in slowly at first and then with a hunger unlike any I’d felt before. He glided over my tongue, finding the back of my throat and shuddering.
“Shit, Allie,” he sighed, his grip on me tightening as he rocked into my mouth and I slid my tongue over his head again and again as I felt the tension leak out of him with each passing second.
Clay shifted his grip, splaying one hand over my back while the other slipped between our joined bodies and the branch to rub my clit.
I convulsed as the already building pressure in my core spiraled to new heights, almost choking on Jared’s cock.
My nails dug into Jared’s hips, spurring him on faster, needing him to fuck my mouth just as rapidly as Clay was fucking me. I ground against Clay’s hand, knowing I was near the edge and wanting—no, needing—them to come with me for the fall.
I cried out against Jared’s cock, my toes curling into the earth as my world shattered into a million tiny pieces. Propelled by my mates reaching climaxes of their own.
Clay growled, hunching over me as he thrust his last, his breath fanning over the back of my neck. Jared came only an instant later, his warmth filling my mouth as every muscle in his lower back tightened beneath my clenched fingers.
I sagged, utterly spent but still jerking with the aftershocks of the best orgasm of my life as Jared slid from my mouth, crouching down to lovingly caress my face between his palms.
His wolf had receded, the glow no longer a fiery halo in his eyes. I smiled sleepily, unable to remember a time where I’d ever felt as content as I did in that moment.
“I love you,” I murmured, and he dipped his head down, pressing his forehead to mine.
“Always.”