to come. No, not yet.
He rose and took her hands. “Come here, lass.” Pulling her to her feet, he put an arm around her to steady her.
“But…” She blinked up at him.
“No worries, little wolf. We’re not done.” Not even close. To please himself, he cupped one swollen breast in his palm. So heavy.
When he tugged at the nipple, rolled it lightly between his fingers, her whimpering, needy sound made his cock strain upward.
Control, Tynan.
“Donal.” He nodded toward the end of the bed.
With a flashing smile, Donal moved to the center of the bed. He lay on his back, legs dangling over the end, toes touching the floor. Cock jutting up.
Meggie stared at him—and the slight tensing of her muscles showed she remembered what she’d asked them for.
Tynan smiled down at her. Her face was flushed, her lips reddened. He couldn’t help but take another demanding kiss—and then he lifted her onto the bed, settling her on her hands and knees so she straddled his littermate’s hips.
“There you are.” Donal pushed her hair behind her ears, bracketed her face with his hands, and pulled her down for a kiss. And, of course, started to play with her dangling breasts.
When her hips began to make small squirming movements, Donal laughed. “Let me inside you now, sweetheart.” Reaching down, Donal helped her lower onto his cock.
Her moan was like fire in Tynan’s veins.
Slow. They had to go slow. He opened the jar of coconut oil Donal had left at the end of the bed.
Donal caught his gaze and smiled. Taking Meggie’s wrists, he pulled her forward and set her hands on his chest. “Hold still for a second, cariad.”
Scooping some coconut oil into his hands, Tynan let it warm, then slicked up his dick before smearing more onto her pretty puckered arsehole.
Gasping, she jerked, but was held in place by Donal’s grip on her hips—and his dick in her cunt.
He and Donal waited.
Panting slightly, she looked over her shoulder at Tynan. Her hazel eyes were anxious, yet warm with desire…and more. After a second, it obviously dawned on her he was waiting. “Yes. This is what I want.”
“If you don’t like it, mo leannán, we’ll stop.” He ran his slick hand over her shoulder, down her back and side, needing the contact to assess her feelings. He’d have to check often; the little wolf tended to disregard her own needs for others.
Bending, he slid his arms around her. She turned her head so he could capture her lips. The long slow kiss told him his fate.
By the Gods, she’s stolen my heart.
Huffing in pleasure, Donal ran his hands down her torso. “I love this position.” Without moving his hips, without thrusting, he played with Meggie’s breasts.
And she started to squirm.
There we go.
Donal’s hands on her breasts were driving Margery crazy—because he was inside her, so hot and thick, yet wasn’t moving.
Move, please move, now.
Her whole lower half pulsed with an urgent hunger. She tried to rise off his cock, managed a heavenly inch before Tynan held her in place.
“Nooo,” she whined.
“Are ye ready then?” He leaned over her, his deep voice a tantalizing whisper next to her ear.
“I was ready.” She nodded frantically. “Now, now, now.”
“Now it is.”
Donal reached down, pulling her buttocks apart, half-massaging them at the same time.
She felt Tynan’s finger making small circles around the rim, pressing inside briefly, out again, awakening all the nerves in that area. One finger penetrated, then two, in and out.
Hot shivers ran through her body like waves of lava as he eased her open. As he’d done before on other nights.
Setting one foot on the mattress next to her right calf, Tynan replaced his fingers with his shaft. The head pressed against her rim, and her eyes widened.
Oh Gods, he’s a lot bigger than a couple of fingers.
Her fingernails dug into Donal’s chest at the uncomfortable pressure.
“Push out, sweetheart,” Tynan murmured.
As she complied, he slid in, out, each time a little farther, stretching her muscles widely, almost painfully.
She whimpered, and then the biggest part of the head was in, and he paused. The feeling of being…penetrated…back there was so different from anything she’d ever experienced.
“Breathe, Margery.” Donal ran his hands up and down her arms, silvery gaze on her face.
She tried to breathe. Surely there was air somewhere.
Tynan didn’t move.
She was throbbing around his dick—around them both, because Donal’s cock was still deep inside her.
Then somehow, everything inside her relaxed. Adjusted.
She pulled in a slower breath.
“There’s a good wolf.” The approval in Tynan’s