Free Melindas Wolves by GW/Taliesin Publishing

to wait. Trace was a patient man. He liked his sex to last. He would want Melinda to be pliant and unbelievably needy when he took her.
    Keegan watched as Trace pressed his thumb inside her tight warmth.
    Melinda inhaled sharply.
    Trace fucked her slowly with the one thumb and then added the other. His gaze lifted to her face as he pressed both thumbs inside her at once.
    Keegan watched her eyes. They fluttered. She held her breath. Her mouth fell open, no sound coming out. Slowly a smile spread across her lips, hardly noticeable, but there all the same.
    Her grip loosened as Trace fucked her tight pussy with his thumbs.
    Keegan knew the moment he began to stretch outward. She winced, and then slowly released the tension. “Please,” she pleaded.
    He loved hearing that word from her and hoped to hear it millions of times in their lives.
    “Scoot down,” Trace commanded. He removed his fingers, tugged her hips, and helped lower her onto her back. Her head rested on one of Keegan’s thighs.
    His cock bobbed next to her ear. He reached over her to cup both breasts with his hands, molding them until she lifted her chest off the bed.
    “God. Trace. Please.”
    “Almost, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.” He squeezed three fingers together, turned his hand palm up, and pressed into her.
    Her hands flew to Keegan’s shins, grabbing him to hold on.
    In.
    Out.
    In.
    Out.
    Slow torture she endured for several thrusts until finally she broke. “God. Stop.
    Please. Trace. I need you. I’m gonna come. I want you inside me.”
    Trace pulled his fingers from her channel and lifted them to his mouth. He watched her face as he sucked each finger clean of her juices, moaning around her flavor, making Keegan wish he could press his face into her pussy and suck her until she came in his mouth.
    He would. Later.
    Trace gripped his cock, stroked it from bottom to tip, and leaned over to align himself with their mate. “Baby, look at me. Slow and easy. Stop me if I hurt you.”
    She nodded.
    He placed the head against her entrance and inched in and out, cautiously holding on to his control. Every ounce of his restraint was written on his face.
    Melinda held her breath again, her fingers digging into Keegan’s legs.
    “So tight… You’re gonna kill me, baby.”
    She moaned in response, her head tipping back on Keegan’s thigh, elongating her neck.

    He plucked her nipples, increasing his pressure with every thrust from Trace’s cock. He took his cues from her reaction, pinching and pulling on the tiny buds as she writhed beneath his hands.
    She suddenly unmanned him when she rolled her head toward his cock and licked the shaft. Her hips bucked at the same time, forcing Trace deeper.
    “Baby…” Trace uttered no other word, but leaned over her closer, setting his hands outside Keegan’s thighs. “Eyes on me, baby.” His control was close to exploding.
    Melinda turned her head toward Trace.
    He took her mouth with his as he pushed the rest of the way home, an act made obvious by the tension in his spine and the sharp squeak he swallowed from their mate.
    Trace held steady, buried deep, kissing her into submission until she relaxed and began to wiggle. “Please.”
    That one word again. It made Keegan feel totally at her mercy.
    Trace lifted a few inches and spoke again. “Fingers on your clit, baby.”
    Her eyes widened. She shook her head.
    “Fingers on your clit,” he repeated. “Make yourself come while I take you. I can’t reach.”
    “Trace. I already came. I’m good.”
    He grinned. “Baby, not even close. You’ll come with me inside you, or I’ll pull out and make you come with my mouth before I finish. Got it?”
    She gasped.
    Keegan loved the shock on her face.
    Finally she released one of his shins and wiggled her hand between their bodies.
    He knew the moment she stroked herself by her sigh.
    Trace pulled out and thrust back in.
    “Oh God.” Her eyes closed as she lost herself in the sensations.