have the softest skin,” he murmured.
When he teased her breasts, so wickedly knowledgeable, every skill she’d mastered disappeared under a fog of need. She whimpered a plea, even knowing they would take her only when they decided.
“Patience, sweetling.” Donal ran his hand over her buttocks and down between her legs. To her pussy. His fingers traced a line between her folds, through her wetness, and he made a purring sound of approval. “Our wolflet is enjoying your cock, brawd.”
The teasing touches up and over and around her clit made her suck in air as every nerve down there roused to fever pitch.
She lifted her head from Tynan’s shaft, unable to think as Donal’s fingers circled, rubbed.
“Ready, Margery?” Donal’s resonant voice stroked over her in the same way his fingers had.
Ready? Oh, past ready.
She managed to nod, and then his cock pressed at her entrance. Penetrated. He sheathed himself to the hilt with a smooth, determined thrust.
Such a full, hot sensation. “Ooooh.” Her head tilted up at the overwhelming rush of pleasure.
Steadying her with his hands on her shoulders, Tynan smiled slowly. “I think the multi-tasking portion of the evening is done.”
Donal had a firm grip on her hips and was sliding in and out slowly. “I see that.”
She flushed, realizing she’d abandoned Tynan’s cock. “Oh…oh, I’m sor—”
“Mo thaisce, I’ve never enjoyed anything as much as sharing you with my brother.” Tynan caressed her cheek. “You are so very beautiful.”
She stared at him in disbelief, then joy.
He pulled her down to kiss her slowly, lingeringly, then tucked her head against his shoulder. “Now, take her hard, Donal. After, I’ll enjoy more slowly while you start preparing her for future fun.”
“Good plan.” Donal’s chest was hot against her bare back. His voice was a sonorous velvet as he said, “Brace yourself, pretty wolf.”
Brace, right. She’d barely gripped Tynan’s shoulders when Donal pulled back and started thrusting, hard and fast.
And then Tynan’s fingers were teasing her nipples, tugging, rolling them between his fingers, and somehow, the feeling tangled with the hammering.
Waves of need rolled over her, tightening her insides, the sensation unstoppable, impossible.
Every muscle in her body drew taut with the exquisite torment.
“Let go, little wolf.” Tynan’s dark blue eyes held hers. He pinched her nipples hard, even as Donal mercilessly hammered into her.
The orgasm rolled through her in a crashing wave of stunning pleasure. The blood sang in her veins, locking out everything as the release tore through her. She could hear the keening cry she gave as the pleasure went on and on.
Gasping for breath, she shuddered, feeling her muscles going limp. Her arms gave out, and she dropped down onto Tynan’s chest
With a growling, purring sound, Donal pressed deeper, pulsing inside her.
Even as she clenched around him in another spasm of sensation, she felt something different, the budding warmth of…connection. Of a bond forming.
Tynan pulled Meggie up so he could kiss her damp cheek, then wrapped his arms around her. She’d gone as limp as a pup in the sun, and he could feel her heart pounding.
But she trusted him to hold her. To care for her after.
Truly, he’d never seen anyone so lovely when she came. Never enjoyed sharing anyone with his brother as much as this little wolf who had such a soft heart and gentle spirit. Had he ever met anyone who gave so generously?
As he breathed in the fragrance of warm female and sex, his cock hardened, hoping for its turn.
Not yet.
Could there be any finer contentment than to cuddle Meggie? Stroke her back and kiss her?
Donal kissed his way down her back, pulling out so he could lie beside them and play with her hair. His expression held a stunned pleasure.
Soon enough, Meggie stirred, then sat up, kneeling between his legs. He was pleased to see her eyes held the same languorous satisfaction as Donal’s. So beautiful.
She met his gaze and smiled. “It’s your turn, right?”
Thinking of him, even though her need had already been met. Generous and giving.
“Aye and so it is.” He smiled back. “Since you’re enjoying being the active one tonight, why don’t you climb on?”
By the Gods, he loved when her eyes widened like that.
“Climb on…how?”
He’d thought it was fun mentoring her in the wolf pack. This was…there were no words to describe the pleasure of initiating her into the joys of making love. Because…aye, this was far more than a simple mating. Yet, indeed, it was still fun. “Straddle me, first. Hands on my shoulders.”
Donal sat up and helped her