“She needs skin-to-skin contact,” said Clint, removing his lips only long enough to inform Brandon.
“I’m all for that,” said Brandon. “Here, lift up a bit so I can pull down the covers. The more of her skin we touch, the better.”
Clint leaned up to aid Brandon in pulling down the sheets, all the while keeping his lips locked to hers. Brandon didn’t stop at the sheets, though. He tugged her top up and her bottoms down, leaving her cool skin exposed. Clint shifted to the side and pressed his bare chest against her cold ribs while Brandon did the same on her other side.
Slowly, her body warmed to their touch, and her lips parted with a sigh under his. Brandon, for his part, was sliding his lips from hers down to the tip of her breast, then around again. Her skin lost its pallor, and when Brandon clamped his mouth down over her breast and she arched, Clint knew they were winning.
He watched her face as he continued to kiss her, his tongue pushing inside her mouth to slide along hers. Her eyes went from catatonic to aware in moments.
“Welcome back, baby,” he murmured.
Chapter Seven
Josie snapped out of her nightmare into bliss. The chill of her nighttime ordeal fled under the onslaught of two mouths determined to draw a response from her body-with erotic success. The chains of her nightmare broken, she responded with an ardor she’d never have thought possible, her qualms forgotten in the building warmth and pleasure. Who cares about the future? I need to start finding the bravery to live life to the fullest, starting with now.
“Let us love you, baby,” murmured Clint against her mouth before slipping his tongue back between her lips. Josie replied by kissing him back with all the passion she felt thrumming through her.
Clint’s wasn’t the only busy mouth. A second set of lips belonging to Brandon were busy kissing the soft skin under her ear. He flicked his tongue against the curl of her lobe. “So glad you decided to join us,” Brandon said with a wicked chuckle as he moved down her body to tease her erect buds.
Josie arched on the bed at the feel of his mouth on her taut nipple. Clint’s lips left hers, and she mourned their loss until she divined the direction of his mouth. Down her body he moved, his firm lips nipping and gliding across her smooth skin and over the swell of her abdomen to her curls. She trembled from head to toe as his mouth hovered so close to her most intimate spot. He blew on her softly, his breath warm and promising.
Her sex quivered, and she could feel the moisture pooling, waiting for his touch. But he tortured her, kissing the soft skin of her inner thigh. Licking his way around the edges of her nether lips. Brushing his mouth across her sensitized nub.
“Please,” she whimpered, her need stronger than her shyness.
He placed his mouth on her sex, his hot tongue flicking her clit, and Josie bucked off the bed with a cry. A body-a very naked one-straddled her as she opened her eyes to see Brandon, his eyes alit with passion, staring down at her. With a sensual smile, he caught her hands and held them above her head, stretching her body and trapping her.
Clint’s mouth returned to her pussy, and fire raced through her. Restrained, she couldn’t thrash or relieve the incredible pleasure that swept over her like a tidal wave. It took only moments for it to become too much. With a piercing scream, she came, the force of her orgasm intense enough that she couldn’t see for a moment.
Brandon moved off her, and she turned her head to watch him as he knelt beside her on the bed, his hand stroking his erect cock. So mesmerized was she by the motion of his hand sliding up and down his shaft, she didn’t see Clint poise himself between her thighs. With her breathing still hard and her channel quivering with aftershocks, Clint sheathed himself.
“Oh, dear God,” she muttered, her eyes almost rolling back in her head at the sensation.
“Damn, baby, you feel so freaking good,” grunted Clint as he stroked in and out of her. His heavy body glistened with perspiration, and his hands pushed her legs up to rest on his shoulders, seating him even deeper inside.
Josie mewled and clawed at the sheets as the head of his cock bumped a sensitive spot inside. Again, and again, he ground against the unseen pleasure button while Josie could only thrash her head at the rapture he wrung from her body.
“I can’t hold on,” groaned Clint, who thrust one last time in her body and held himself rigid as his shaft spurted hotly inside her.
Josie mewled in complaint when he withdrew, but not for long as Brandon switched spots with Clint and took over.
Where Clint’s cock was thick, Brandon ’s was longer and slightly curved. He pumped into her, his cock unerringly striking her sweet spot each time, and, already at the pinnacle, Josie climaxed again, her whimpering cries caught by Clint’s mouth as he kissed her.
She assumed Brandon came, but she didn’t actually perceive it. She did know her body had never felt more sated. And I’ve never felt sexier, more womanly.
The old Josie would have worried what to do when fantastic sex with two men finished. The new Josie, who’d just discovered two was better than one, just curled against the side of one and waggled her bottom against the one that spooned her back.
Cuddled between them, more content than she ever remembered feeling, she fell into a dreamless sleep.
Waking up sandwiched between two men was a blushing experience, especially when she had to extricate herself to take care of nature. She foolishly thought she’d managed it without waking them until she sauntered across the room naked and she heard a low wolf whistle.
Blushing, she dashed the rest of the way to the bathroom and slammed the door. She took care of business and brushed her teeth. While she automatically ran through her routine of morning necessities, she looked at herself in the mirror. How strange; I look the same.
Somehow, she’d thought sleeping with two men-especially werewolf ones-would have left a mark on her or shown itself. However, other than plump red lips, bright eyes, and a few chafe marks on her smooth skin, she looked like she always did, even if she felt like a whole new woman.
When she remembered the pleasure of the night, her lips curled into a smile, and her nipples puckered. In the mirror, she marveled as she saw the transformation. Timid Josie disappeared, and in her place stood a seductress. And wow, I am hot.
She almost gathered up enough courage to saunter out naked again, but modesty-and shyness-prevailed, and she wrapped a large towel around herself before exiting the bathroom.
Only Brandon remained in bed, the sheet drawn up to his waist leaving his chest, naked and muscled-oh my-exposed to her hungry view. He’d laced his hands behind his head, and he grinned at her perusal for while she’d enjoyed a fleeting glimpse of his body before, in the light of day and without the adrenaline of the previous time, ended up quite a different matter.
“Morning,” she murmured, her dreaded cowardly nature making her duck her eyes.
“Don’t you dare get all bashful on us again,” he admonished. “I know what a wildcat you are now. So, unless you want me to prove what a hellion in bed you are, stand up straight.”
Josie couldn’t help the smile at the tart rejoinder. “What if I’d prefer you prove it to me, again?” Her eyes met his with a mischievous twinkle. With a growl he came bounding out of bed, six foot something of blond hunk. And instead of running like her timid side shouted, she instead dropped her towel.
Brandon ’s shocked eyes locked on her nude form, and he stumbled. The look of disbelief on his face as he hit the floor made her laugh until a slap on her bare bottom made her yelp.