“Oh my God,” I gasped when the head of Landry’s cock passed through the tight ring of muscles. It got easier, then, but the sensation of fullness overwhelmed me. I was already stuffed full of Wade’s cock, and now Landry filled me from behind.
I mewled a little protest, nervous. Trapped. I couldn’t lift off if I wanted to.
“You’re okay, sugar. We won’t hurt you,” Wade promised, running his hands lightly up and down my sides. His touch was gentle, caressing.
“I know.” And I did. I totally trusted these guys. They’d shown me nothing but consideration from the moment I met them. I barely knew them, but I definitely felt safe. Even in this, something so intimate. Intense.
There was nothing between us now. This was more than play. Both of them wanted me. Desired me. It was one thing to be with Wade all week. Another if Landry wanted some alone time with me. But they were with me together. In me together.
I’d never felt closer to two people before.
They began to move, alternating their motions, one stuffing me full, the other pulling back. Hands were on me, cupping my breasts, pinching my nipples. Fingers made a V around my clit and worked it. Another hand cupped my bottom, and a fingertip circled where Landry was filling me.
Too many sensations. They were just too much. My body couldn’t resist, and I came with a feral sound. Wild and untamed, as if they’d unleashed something inside me. I never knew my body could handle this. I never knew what it would feel like. Using my vibrator was nothing compared to this. Nor was just having sex with Wade. Or Landry.
Two dicks. Four hands. Two mouths.
“Resist,” Landry growled.
“I know,” Wade said at the same time I shouted, “I can’t!”
I blacked out, losing myself to them.
13
LANDRY
Fates, the urge to mark Caitlyn was so strong. The lights in the room winked and spun as I came inside our sweet mate. Wade’s eyes glowed pure green, his wolf right on the surface, dying to claim our mate. I was sure mine were yellow. I’d felt the instant my canines had descended, ready to sink into her shoulder and permanently embed my scent—our shared scent—into her flesh.
She lay sprawled over Wade’s chest now, panting, eyes closed, lips parted, looking like a goddess.
I stroked her hair back from her shoulder and leaned forward to trail kisses along her back. “Are you okay, sugar?”
“Yes,” she murmured, the corners of her lips turning up, even though her lids remained closed.
“That was incredible,” I said.
“Yes, it was.” Now her lids fluttered open.
I eased out of her and went to ditch the condom and get a washcloth to clean her up. I waited until my eyes had changed back to brown before I returned. Wade had rolled them both to their sides and was holding her. I handed him the washcloth and lay down on her other side. I loved that she was between us. It had been a long three days without her. But her scent mixed with the musky tang of sex soothed me and my wolf—only a little bit because I longed to see my mark on her shoulder.
“Are you hungry, beautiful?” I asked.
“Mmm. Not yet.” She snuggled back against me, which only made me hard again, ready to take her once more.
Her phone rang from her purse in the living room and she sighed. “That’s the ringtone I have set for my parents,” she said.
“Do you need to get it?” She didn’t sound thrilled that they were calling.
Another sigh. “I should. I’ve been dodging them all week, and they get antsy about me going out in the field alone.”
Wade cleared his throat. “Alone?”
She ran her fingertips across the hair on Wade’s chest. “I haven’t talked to them since I was leaving for West Springs last weekend. They probably think I fell off a cliff or something at this point.”
The phone stopped ringing, then instantly started again. “Gah. I’d better answer that.”
I rolled off the bed so she could get up, and found her phone in her purse in the living room. “Catch.” I tossed it to her.
She caught it easily—our mate had excellent reflexes for a human—and answered it. “Hi, Mom.”
“Caitlyn! Where are you? We’ve been worried sick.” With my shifter hearing, it was easy to make out her mother’s voice on the other end. Not that our mate knew that.
“I’m up in West Springs, tagging wolves.”
I winced at the words tagging wolves. Just hearing it made my stomach roil. We had to get this thing sorted out right away. I couldn’t take another weekend of leading Caitlyn on a wild goose chase to not find wolves, nor could I allow her to find and tag any more.
“Well, I don’t like it. You shouldn’t be alone.”
“Actually…” Caitlyn shot a glance at me. She looked so beautiful standing naked in Wade’s bedroom, her skin still flushed from sex, her chestnut hair wild. “I made some, um, friends up here.”