“So try and stay quiet.”
He groaned. “You are incorrigible.”
“Yes, and insatiable,” she whispered, leaning up to kiss him.
He only allowed a light embrace before stepping away, his sated cock already trying to rise. “Bad wolf. Come on before I forget my good intentions, again.”
“Spoilsport.” Shifting into their wolf skins, she took stock of her body as they trotted back. She didn’t feel any twinges at all where she’d been shot. Actually, she felt great. And more than ready for another round.
As they made their way back to his house, they heard the howls, yeowls, and other wild sounds signalling others of their kind who’d chosen to roam the wood tonight, enjoying the full moon. It still shocked her that Mitchell had stayed to watch the foursome they’d caught going at it. It seemed Mitchell was a voyeur, the sight of others enjoying erotic pleasures a turn on, which gave her such hope that in the near future, once Alejandro claimed her as well, perhaps they could indulge in something equally naughty.
Even if they took turns, just having him there, watching, getting turned on… Damn, they needed to get back quick or she’d jump his ass again here in the woods, bed or not.
It seemed to take forever for them to reach their piles of clothes, now neatly folded, probably courtesy of his mother. They dressed in silence, although the heated looks fairly screamed. He kept peeking at her as she dressed, the bulge of his cock impossible to ignore. She didn’t even pretend. She just stared at him outright and licked her lips. They snuck into the house, the soft sound of the television in the living room letting them know not everyone had left to enjoy the night air. Creeping up the stairs, she fought hard not to giggle. Talk about a flashback to teenage years.
They made it to his room and he shut the door then locked it before turning to face her with glittering eyes. She flopped on the bed and grinned.
“Found the bed. Why are you still wearing clothes?”
Muttering something about bossy woman, smiling as he did, and with an erection that showed it didn’t irritate him in the least, he stripped.
She did the same, until she lay on his bed naked, the flames of her arousal already lit. She would have thought their satisfying encounter in the woods would have sated her somewhat, but oddly, she found herself even more frantic for him than before. She yanked him down beside her on the bed, then rolled atop him, straddling his waist.
“Now I’ve got you where I want you,” she whispered.
“Move a little more south and you’ll be right where I want you,” he said back with a leer.
Dirty talk again from her Mitchell. How awesome. She wiggled her ass against his shaft, which butted against her. She lifted herself and poised herself over the crown of it then looked at him coyly. “Do you mean here?”
“Almost,” he said, his voice strained.
She’d torture him later. Right now, she wanted the same thing he did. His cock buried inside of her. She sat down hard, enveloping his prick in a swift motion that saw his hips bucking, and he bit his lips when he would have shouted.
“Shh,” she taunted. “We don’t want anyone to come checking on us,” she whispered.
His eyes glittered and a smile curved his lips as he thrust up into her, gyrating his pelvis enough to rub on her G spot. It was her turn to bite her lip lest she gasp aloud. “You did that on purpose,” she hissed.
He just grinned wider. Oh God, just like her, the idea of getting caught made him wild.
Two could have so much fun playing that game. Digging her nails into his pecs, she rode her wild wolf, bouncing up and down on his rigid length, suctioning him tight with her sex. He teased her mercilessly back, the fingers on one hand reaching out to tweak her pointed nipples while the other slid between their bodies and toyed with her clit. Her passion built up fast and furious, a coiling pressure inside that needed relief.
When she feared crying out at the intense beauty of it, she flopped forward, crushing her breasts against his chest and burying her face into the curve of his neck. Still, though, she rocked on him, her bliss building and building until it exploded and she opened her mouth wide on a scream over his skin, but instead of loosing what surely would have been an ear-shattering sound, she bit down.
Mitchell went wild under her, his hips pumping up into her, strangled moans the only sound he dared make as she finally claimed her Mitchell.
Collapsing in a sweaty heaving heap on top of him, she enjoyed the gentle touch of his hands as they rubbed circles on her back. So sated and happy was she in that moment that when Chris shouted, “Are you done making the bed shake? The damn plaster is falling in the living room,” she didn’t even mind when Mitchell dumped her on the mattress and went tearing out of the bedroom buck naked.
Chapter Twelve
Francine sensed him before he even had a chance to knock, jumping up from her scrubbing position on her knees to fly to the door. She flung the portal open and threw herself in Alejandro’s arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs about his waist.
“Now that’s a welcome,” he quipped in her ear, squeezing her back just as tight.
“What took you so long?” she asked as he carted her clinging frame into her town house.
“My bike died. I ended up having to wait for my brothers to show up with my car and Ignacio’s pickup truck. They took my bike back to see if they can bring it back to life, and I drove back here as fast as I could.”
“You should have called,” she admonished.
“I, um, kind of got mad when the bike died and might have pitched my phone,” he admitted sheepishly.
A giggle escaped her. “Naomi’s done that more times than I can count.”
“Where’s the dog?” he asked, letting her slide down his body, a very nice body that she’d missed.
“Here.” Mitchell came out of the kitchen wiping his hands on a dishrag. They came over to her place right after breakfast to work on the rest of the cleanup before the new furniture arrived.
Alejandro left her side to stride over to Mitchell…and held out his hand. A wary look on his face, Mitchell shook it. “Congratulations on your mating.”
A blush crept up Francine’s cheeks. He knew. Was it that obvious? And would it change his intentions toward her? Despite the fact Mitchell would prefer to keep her to himself, she didn’t want to give Alejandro up. The very idea made her wolf whine.
“Thank you, I think. You aren’t pissed?” Mitchell seemed bemused, and Alejandro grinned.
“It’s not about me, but Francine. Besides, I’m sure it’s obvious to you by now just how much of a handful she is. It will be nice to have an extra set of hands helping out, not to mention another body to protect her should the need arise.”
“You mean like now.”
Both men turned to stare at her with grim faces.
“What? It’s not my fault Mitchell was dating a psycho. Anyway, with both of you here, I doubt she’ll try anything. She lost. I won. End of story.”
Judging by the glance they exchanged, they didn’t think so. She, however, wouldn’t live forever looking over her shoulder. Jenny had freaked and lashed out. She had to know she was in major trouble and with no one able to find her, had probably hightailed it out of the province. Maybe even the country. But, let her mate, and soon-to-be mate worry about it. She kind of enjoyed their bristling, macho protector roles. Her wolf liked it too and thought she should thank them-naked.
What a shame Mitchell had flat out stated no to an actual threesome.
“Have you guys had lunch yet?” Alejandro asked, coming back to her side to slide an arm around her waist for a half hug.
Mitchell shook his head. “No. And there’s nothing edible here. Why don’t you go to lunch? I’ve got to go check in with my work. I took the week off to care for Francine and they’re probably wondering if I’m ever coming back.”
Francine’s jaw almost hit the floor, surprised by Mitchell’s suggestion. “Are you coming back?”
