Free Mated to the Wolf by Bonnie Vanak Page A

out, teasing and stroking. Then she opened her mouth wide, tilted her head back and took in his manhood. The Other threw his head back and groaned.
    She cupped the taut sac, her fingers tunneling through the thicker, coarse hairs of his groin. Then she turned her head, her blue eyes meeting his.
    An unspoken thought flickered between them. Please, hang in there. Use your powers, your healing strength. You can’t die.
    The erotic image of Samantha sliding her lush mouth over the Other’s throbbing cock twined with a strong feeling of deep-seated love. He inhaled, felt her healing strength invade his body.
    Felt it nudge the dormant powers inside him. They flared, sending warmth to replace the dark coldness.
    He was healing himself.
    Samantha slid her lips from the Other’s rigid cock. The Other’s eyes flew open and he stared at her.
    “Was that good for you?” she whispered.
    Seemingly enchanted, the Other nodded, transfixed by her wet, red mouth. Grayson knew suddenly what she planned.
    Samantha was going to save him.
    Licking her mouth, she looked at both of them, a tinge of nervousness in her wide, guileless blue eyes. “I…don’t know what to do. I’m not that experienced.”
    Hell, before me you never were with a man before me, sweetheart , but Grayson kept his mouth shut.
    The moment had to be timed just right, he thought. He had to tune into the Other, let the hard lust overtake him.
    Grinning, the Other glanced at him. “Well sugar, here we are. Two of me and we’ll teach you what to do.”
    “Yes,” Grayson said softly.
    Stronger now, he stood and went to Samantha, seizing her in his arms. Her mouth was warm and soft beneath his, and he savored the kiss. Then he stepped back, and began kissing his way down her body. Her firm breasts, her belly, the soft thatch between her legs.
    The Other slid behind her, kissing the back of her neck. Soft sighs assured him Samantha was feeling pleasure.
    This has to work , he thought, surrendering to the pure bliss sure of tasting her sweet skin. It has to.
     
    This has to work , Samantha thought desperately. A fever of growing excitement coursed through her veins, knowing these two powerful Ancients were intent on having her.
    As the two Graysons began kissing and licking her body, arousal and embarrassment filled Samantha. A flush heated her face and she stiffened, uncertain of what to do.
    The good Grayson looked up, desire darkening his gaze. “Let us do the work, sweetheart. We’re going to give you pleasure like you’ve never felt before.”
    Against her backside, she felt the bad Grayson feather hot kisses over her shoulders. Then his strong arms slid around her, his hands cupping her breasts. Slowly he tugged and teased her nipples, his long, hard cock pressing against the small of her back. Samantha’s body pulsed with heat as the men made wicked magick with their hands, lips and tongues.
    The good Grayson put his hand between her trembling legs, nudging her thighs apart. With his fingers, he gently parted her slick folds and spread them. She flushed, feeling vulnerable, her most intimate place exposed to his hungry gaze. Moisture seeped from her core with every flick of the bad Grayson’s questing fingers.
    “So beautiful, so wet for me. But we need you much, much wetter.”
    His hands grasped her hips in an iron grip, forcing her still as the bad Grayson continued playing with her nipples. She felt a wet tongue slide over her cleft, tease the taut bud at her center.
    Caged between the two powerful males, she could not move. They dominated her, their heavy muscles like solid stone, their powerful arms holding her fast for their mutual pleasure. They played her like a finely tuned instrument, each stroke and caress highly erotic and arousing. Samantha’s head tipped back and she closed her eyes on a shuddering gasp.
    Then the bad Grayson pressed his thick, long cock against the crevice of her ass while he continued to gently tug on her nipples. He