Protecting Their Mate: Part Two (The Last Pack) Page 6

  Connor shuddered, still holding her gaze. "What's too far?"

  With the fever raging beneath her skin, nothing was too far, too much. She opened her mouth to say so, and Mac shook his head. "You'll know, Con. Somewhere in you, you'll know. And I'll stop you."

  Connor broke away from Mac's grip and slid one knee onto the bed. "You put on clothes."

  Ashley touched the hem of her tank top. "Just something to sleep in."

  "It's the hardest habit to break," he rasped, lowering his face until his mouth hovered over her belly. "Covering your body, like there's something to hide."

  "I'm not ashamed." She began to draw the shirt up.

  Mac stopped her with one hand on her wrist. "Not yet," he rumbled. "Make him wait."

  Connor growled. "I want to taste her."

  Mac hauled him up until he was eye level with Ashley. "Then start here."

  He did, but not with a kiss. Connor nuzzled her cheek, and the tip of his tongue darted out to touch the corner of her mouth. "Sweet. So sweet."

  The shock of it curled through her, and she parted her lips on a moan.

  "Christ. Hits you right in the dick, doesn't it?" Mac lifted her chin. "Wait ‘til you lick the rest of her. Sweet doesn't cover it."

  "Did he lick you?" Connor's mouth fastened over her pulse, sucking hard enough to arch her back. "Where did he put his tongue, Ashley? Tell me."

  She looked up and met Mac's gaze over Connor's head. There was something seductive about the challenge lurking there, as if he was daring her to join him in this moment of obscene debauchery.

  She never could resist a dare.

  "Everywhere," she whispered, clutching Connor's hair. "He licked my neck, my breasts. Then he fucked me with his tongue."

  Connor groaned and eased lower, past the neckline of her tank top. His breath burned hot through the thin fabric, but it wasn't enough, not when she needed skin on skin.

  Then she got it--almost. He brushed her shoulders, hooking the tank's straps under his fingers. With one sharp tug, he dragged them down to her elbows, tangling her arms in the fabric and baring her breasts.

  "Careful," Mac warned. "You could have ripped her shirt. Only do that when you mean to."

  Connor barely seemed to hear the words. His wild gaze dropped to her breasts, followed by his hands, bringing warmth and relief and an even greater need. Because he was too gentle, too soft. He cupped her flesh, smoothing his thumbs along the inner curves of her breasts, avoiding the tight, aching points of her nipples.

  Ashley wanted to scratch him, but her arms were trapped now, so she growled and bared her teeth.

  Connor met her eyes and smiled slowly before ripping her shirt right down the middle. It freed the restraint on her arms, but she stayed still, unmoving.

  Waiting.

  Mac reached out first, brushing the backs of his fingers over one taut nipple. Ashley sucked in a sharp breath and tried to keep her eyes open, especially with Connor watching her as if he'd never seen anything more fascinating.

  He followed Mac's lead, tracing her lips from one side to the other before stroking over her chin and down her throat. He kept going, past Mac's hand, all the way to circle her belly button before reaching her panties.

  With a sudden growl, he ripped those, too.

  The heat that rushed through her went beyond hunger. It twisted in her belly, driving another rough noise from her throat, one that sounded like a plea and a demand, all rolled into one.

  Mac echoed it a moment later as he leaned closer. "See, Con? No fear in these gorgeous eyes. No shame in this body. She knows what she needs, and she knows we can give it to her."

  Breathing raggedly, Connor studied her face. "Is that true, Ashley? Do you want to take us both?"

  "Yes--" Belatedly, she understood what he meant. Not one after the other--at the same time.

  The breath rushed out of her lungs, and she clenched her fingers in the rumpled comforter. Part of her wanted to snatch back the answer, but the rest of her...

  Oh, the rest of her burned.

  "Yes?" Connor leaned in, pressing his forehead to hers. "Do you know what you're saying yes to, sweetheart? Say it."

  Another challenge. This time, her shyness and uncertainty were no match for her hunger. "I took Blake and Mac at the same time, with my pussy and my mouth. But no one's ever fucked my ass."

  His groan curled around her, low and tortured. "Fucking hell, I love a woman with a dirty mouth."

  Mac hauled his head back with a tight grip on his hair. "Keep her busy," he muttered. "I'll be right back."

  Then he was gone, out the door, leaving them alone.

  The sudden urge to comfort Connor cut through the fever, and she touched his face. "Mac helps you. I understand now."

  He turned toward her hand and licked her palm with a rumbling noise of agreement. "I don't have to fight it when Mac's here."

  He was sliding his fingers up the inside of her thigh. For a moment, Ashley wondered if he was even aware of it, but thought fled as he reached the outer lips of her pussy.

  One stroke and he groaned, lifting his head. His gaze raked her body, so slowly his appreciation felt like a caress, especially when he reached his own hand, where he had spread his fingers wide, parting her. Exposing her. "You're already so damn wet."

  Her hips jerked, and she had to grip his shoulders to keep from toppling over. But as soon as she caught her balance, he upended it, tumbling her back to the bed as he surged over her.

  He pumped one finger into her, arching her back, but before she could savor the intrusion, it was gone. He braced his weight with one hand beside her head, his fist tangling in her hair as he traced his slick finger across her lips.

  "So wet," he growled again, then covered her mouth with his own.

  She could taste her own heady arousal, first on their lips and then on his tongue as he greedily licked it away. Then he drove deeper, licking the inside of her mouth as he kissed her senseless. Breathless.

  The bed dipped, and another hand touched her hair. Mac, rumbling his approval. "Everything about you is soft," he murmured, edging his thumb between their fused mouths to glide over their tongues. Then lower, until his wet thumb circled her hard nipple. "Well, almost everything."

  Connor broke away from her mouth to follow the caress. He slid his tongue over Mac's thumb and then her nipple, leaving them both slippery and hot.

  Ashley writhed--needing to get closer, needing to get away--and Mac held her down, pinning her shoulders to the bed. "Go on," he rasped.

  A command meant for Connor. He obeyed, kissing his way down her body, pausing whenever she shivered to drive a moan from her with a teasing bite. He closed his teeth on the underside of her breast, the soft dip of her waist, the full curve of her hip--

  Her inner thigh.

  "Open," he demanded, licking his way toward her knee. "Spread your legs for us so we can take care of this needy pussy."

  She bit her lip to hold back a whimper and did as he asked.

  Connor settled between her legs, his shoulders holding her thighs wide even when the tickle of his beard made her jerk. "Shh," he whispered as he used his thumbs to part her outer lips again. Only it was so much more intense this time, his face so close she could feel his breath when he exhaled.

  And then he licked her.

  Ashley choked on a moan and struggled impatiently against Mac's grip on her shoulders. He let go, but only to cover her breasts with both hands and squeeze his fingers tight, pinching her nipples.

  "Give her more," he ordered.

  Connor responded effortlessly, as if he felt truly free doing as the other wolf commanded. One broad finger teased her entrance before he pushed it deep with a groan. "Did she feel this good around your cock?"

  "Don't know." Mac shifted position on the bed, easing closer to Connor. At first, Ashley thought he wanted to a better view, to watch the other man's fingers stroking in and out of her. Then he reached down and thrust one long, nimble finger inside her
along with Connor's. "Mmm, no. Better."

  Their fingers moved in different directions at different times, stretching and caressing her. Nothing could have prepared her for the sensation, so unlike anything she'd ever felt. Ashley arched toward them with a gasp, riding it as a shiver rolled up her spine.

  Connor gripped one of her legs, pushing her knee out and down. It trapped her in place, helpless and spread wide for them, and now she couldn't even lift her hips to meet their touch.

  She whimpered, and Connor soothed her with a kiss to her inner thigh. "This is just two fingers in your pussy, sweetheart. You're still so tight. If you want to take us both, you have to let us help you."

  Help her how? By teasing her until she screamed? "Please."

  "More?" Connor eased his finger free and returned with two, working them slowly into place next to Mac's. "Tell her how much I'd give her, Mac."

  "And watch how wide her eyes get?" he teased. "You think she's ready to hear it?"

  Instead of answering, Connor twisted his wrist, working deeper as her body stretched to accommodate their fingers with a throbbing ache that turned sharp when his tongue returned to her clit.

  "Of course she's ready." Mac leaned close and whispered the words against her skin, his breath teasing one already aching nipple. "He'd fuck you with his whole goddamn hand, honey. Just to feel how hard it gets you off."

  He couldn't. It didn't make sense that it might make her come, that it would feel good, because it had to hurt--

  Unless, that dark, feral voice deep inside her reached up to whisper, cajole. Unless it can be both.

  Pleasure and pain. Ashley bit her lip until it bled, but she couldn't stop her body from responding. She clenched around their fingers, and the next hint of movement scraped over her nerve endings, left her shuddering.

  She didn't know if she was relieved or disappointed when Connor groaned again and lifted his head. "Not today, sweetheart. Today, we'll show you how to take something else." He twisted his wrist and teased his thumb against her ass.

  "I've done that before," she said daringly, though the words sounded far away, fuzzy.

  Mac laughed, a low noise that vibrated against her skin. "Blake, huh? There's no part of you that bastard doesn't want to get inside first."

  "Small difference." Connor circled his thumb, teasing her as their fingers kept her strung out on the edge of release. "We're not stopping with just a thumb."

  She turned her head. There was a small, sleek bottle lying on the bed, but a flash of gleaming metal caught her eye, as well. "I didn't think you would."

  "So roll over." Connor swatted her hip with a soft growl. "You know what we want to see, don't you?"

  The comforter chafed her nipples as she rolled onto her stomach, and her knees dug into the mattress as she lifted her ass high in the air. She hid a pleased smile at Mac's sharply indrawn breath, and at Connor's muttered curse.

  "Beautiful," he whispered, sliding his hands up the outside of her legs and over her ass. "What else has Blake done to this gorgeous ass?"

  "Nothing. He just--" The words tangled in her throat as Mac poured lubricant on her skin. The liquid was cold, slippery, coating Connor's fingers as he rubbed her tight ring of muscle.

  Mac licked a path down her back, back and forth across the line of her spine, then grasped her ass with both hands and coaxed her cheeks apart. Ashley grabbed the bunched comforter, but the fever heating her skin drove her not only to arch, but to push back.

  "This is nice," Connor murmured as something else pressed against that sensitive opening. It was metal, cold and hard, and far bigger than Blake's finger. "If you ever want to drive Blake crazy, sweetheart, climb across his lap with this plug filling up your sweet ass."

  It took her a few moments to draw enough breath into her burning lungs to reply. "Why?"

  "Because all he'll be able to think about is spanking you until you come all over him."

  A frisson of doubt wound through her. "Because it's wrong?"

  "No. Fucking hell, no." Connor pressed a soft kiss to her hip. "The only thing that could ever be wrong is something you don't like, and if Mac or I did that, Blake wouldn't be smacking your ass over it."

  "So he--" She licked her lips. "He'd do it because he likes it."

  Mac's hand wrapped around the metal plug, nudging Connor's out of the way. "Get up there and tell her, Con."

  Connor crawled up the bed and sprawled next to her, his face so close she could have leaned in to kiss him. But he threaded his fingers through her hair and guided her cheek to the blankets instead. "See? He got off on telling me what to do. It's who we are. How we live, how we play. How we fuck."

  It resonated with that dark voice deep inside. In a split second driven by instinct, Ashley growled and tossed her head, shaking off his restraining hand. "I don't want words," she told him. "Show me."

  Mac hummed against her lower back, the metal plug heating against her flesh as he rolled it lightly over the curve of her ass. "Someone's just about ready to reach out and take what she wants."

  Connor's eyes heated as he traced his fingers over her cheek and lips. "Tell me what to do then, Ashley."

  "Touch me." The words sprang to her lips without thought, and she wrapped her fingers around his wrist. "Touch my clit."

  He muttered another curse, but she didn't have to force him. His hand was already moving--obedient, eager, sliding down her body until his clever fingers slipped over her clit. "How does it feel?"

  Not the caress, but the command. It soothed and excited her, something that should have been a puzzling study in contrasts. But it made perfect sense in her core, the place where instinct overrode thought. She was made to be obeyed, just like she was made to obey. The only questions were where and when, with whom--

  And how.

  Ashley slid her arms around his neck. "I like it," she confessed. "I think I need it."

  "So do I." Connor pressed his lips to her temple and made another delicious circle with his fingers, sparking electric jolts of sensation. "I need you to ride my cock while Mac fucks your ass for the first time."

  As if the words were a cue, Mac began easing the tip of the plug into her. She tensed, then remembered Blake's words and forced her muscles to relax. The plug slid a little deeper, slow and easy, just like the measured breaths she drew in and released.

  Then Connor's fingers nudged her clit again, and a bolt of pleasure left her shuddering. Her hips bucked, grinding back, and a stretching sort of burn overtook everything else.

  Mac made a soft, soothing noise, utterly at odds with the way he scratched her hip, sharp and hot. "It's in, honey," he murmured. "You're so fucking hungry."

  Connor hummed his agreement, pumping one finger inside her, and she whimpered at the penetration. Everything felt tight all over again, stretched almost to the point of soreness.

  "That's right." Connor groaned, grinding the heel of his hand against her clit as he fucked his finger into her again. "You're going to be so full. So full of cock."

  It was possibly the filthiest thing anyone had ever said to her, a sweet promise that had her bowing her back, presenting herself to Mac so maybe he'd have mercy on her and take her.

  He didn't. He grasped the end of the plug, the part that wasn't inside her, and worked the whole thing in a slow, wide circle. Ashley gasped, jerked, and hid her face in the crook of Connor's neck.

  "I got you," Connor assured her, tangling his free hand in her hair. "Mac's being hard on us both. Maybe, if we ask pretty, he'll let me get you off."

  "Not yet," Mac said harshly. He wrapped one hand around her shoulder and pulled her upright, until her back was to his bare chest and his mouth lingered on the shell of her ear. "It makes it worse, doesn't it? Coming when you're not being fucked?"

  "Sometimes," she hedged.

  His hand tightened, and he rolled the plug in a wider, faster circle.

  Her legs began to shake as her whole body flooded with desire. "Yes. It makes it worse. It hurts, be
cause it's not enough."

  "I know." His movements slowed, but her trembling didn't subside. Mac eased her back down to the bed, and a flash of heat raked over her as he pulled the plug from her body. "That's why we tease you, honey. We keep you on this edge so the fever doesn't burn too hot, too fast."

  "You can trust him to take care of you." Connor sprawled out on his back, his chest heaving and his eyes hot as he reached for her. "I do."

  At the same time, Mac gripped her hips and positioned her so that her clit bumped the base of Connor's cock. A rough moan exploded out of her, and he quieted her with a soft noise of encouragement before moving her slowly, gliding her up the length of the other man's hard, pulsing shaft.

  Connor thrust up, rubbing against her. But when he shifted his hips, positioning his cock to enter her, Mac pulled her back. "Fuck," he groaned, digging his head into the mattress. "Come on, Mac. I need to be inside her."

  "You'll live, Con." He did it again, faster this time, and rumbled when Ashley raked her nails across his forearm. "You want it, honey? Show us." He grasped her hand and guided it to the flat, tense plane of Connor's stomach. "Don't scratch me. Scratch him."

  She curled her fingers out of instinct, pure animal reaction. Her body was alive with tremors of excitement, little thrills that shuddered through her and faded only to revive again. Her nails cut into his skin, and Connor hissed, both hands tangling in her hair. "Harder."

  It felt like they were all poised on the edge of control. The whole encounter had started out at a simmer--hot, but nothing unmanageable. Now it seemed more like a smoldering fire, a banked flame that could flare up and overwhelm them all at any moment.

  "Can you?" Mac asked softly.

  Connor's jaw clenched and he squeezed his eyes shut. "It's not easy this time."

  They spoke their own language, scattered words and fragments of sentences, because that was all they needed. The rest was silent communication, a familiarity and comfort born of experience. They'd done this before, often enough to anticipate each other's actions and reactions, their needs and pleasures.