Free Mated to the Wolf by Bonnie Vanak Page B

seized her hips with his hands.
    Wedging a thigh between her legs, he spread her wide, then bent his knees and stroked his cock along her wet channel. The round tip teased her pulsing opening as the good Grayson’s tongue laved at her swelling clit.
    With a powerful grunt, he thrust into her from behind. She sagged forward, her limbs trembling.
    “Easy sugar,” he crooned.
    Placing his hands on her back, he forced her to bend over slightly.
    Limp with shock, she leaned forward, supported by the bad Grayson’s firm hold on her hips.
    Deeply impaled, she felt the Grayson behind her go still, letting her adjust to the awkward position. He was thick and hard and deep inside her. Breath fled her in a shuddering gasp. The hot, teasing strokes at her center continued. Samantha had never envisioned such erotic delight, cradled by the sleek muscles of two men intent on arousing every part of her body.
    Two men who are the same man , she thought in a daze.
    Then Grayson’s shaft, hard as stone, began to withdraw and push into her again. Flesh caressed and gripped the thick intruder, coating his maleness with her increasingly copious juices. Samantha began to pant as the strokes between her legs matched the rhythm of the tongue pleasuring her.
    I can’t bear it. It’s too much .
    “Stay with us,” the bad Grayson told her. He grunted as he deepened his thrusts, each rocking motion an exact match for the flicking tongue at her clit.
    Squirming she pressed against Grayson’s mouth, her hips lifting upward to each drag of his tongue. He took the swollen bud between his teeth and gently clamped down, and then began to suck. One Grayson fiercely driving into her from behind, the other licking her from the front. A hoarse moan tore from her throat as molten heat intensified between her legs, growing sharper, and deeper.
    It shimmered like a point of light, and then as he penetrated even deeper from behind, she exploded. Samantha screamed, squeezing his cock and milking it, as the suckling at her center gentled into slow, tender licks. He kept tasting her until the rapturous spasms quieted.
    With a slow sucking sound, Grayson pulled out of her tight core. Kneeling at her feet, the good Grayson rested his head against her thigh.
    He gazed up at her with worshipful devotion like a loyal supplicant. “So beautiful,” he said thickly. “You are so beautiful to me, Samantha. If a thousand angels fell from heaven, their light would dim beside you.”
    Standing, he pulled her to him, kissing her deeply. He was fully erect, his penis pressed against her belly. Desire hummed inside her like a live wire as their tongues danced and mated. As they kissed, Grayson backed up until he fell on the bed, pulling her atop him.
    He lifted her up so Samantha could sit back. She straddled him, sliding her soaked cleft over his straining penis. She rose up and impaled herself on his hard length. It felt so good, so thick and full. The gentleness in his hands as he grasped her waist sharply contrasted to the eager throbbing deep inside her.
    She glanced over one shoulder at the bad Grayson, saw his full mouth flatten with hard lust. He was still magnificently erect.
    A shiver coursed through her as he stepped behind her and burrowed his shaft along the crevice of her buttocks.
    An incredible excitement surged in her veins. These two virile men, the same men, wanted her with a primitive lust that bordered on feral hunger. The wolf shone in their eyes as each gave a low possessive growl. Their urgency scented the air, tangling with the musk of her arousal.
    Fearful of what they intended, she whimpered. Then Grayson’s fingers teased and swirled, creating a delicious friction at the swollen bud between her legs. Samantha arched, her buttocks rising in the air as she pressed against his hand.
    The bad Grayson leaned over her, pressing against her back, his heat and hard muscles caging her. The tip of his erection was slick with her juices as he nudged her,