Roxie kissed his jaw, dragging her lips down his neck then back up again. Her fingers curled under the edges of the robe, which she opened to revealed his delicious body.
He sure was built. The man had nice abs. Brown hair lightly furred his pectorals and stomach. With lips and tongue, Roxie worked her way to his chest, taking a detour to one coin-sized areola and its tiny, hard peak. She tugged it between her teeth, flicking the tip rapidly. He groaned, his hands wrapping in her hair as she attacked his other nipple and gave it the same treatment.
“Roxie,” he murmured. “You feel so good.”
She moved further down his chest, exploring the muscled ridges of his stomach with hands and mouth.
Slipping to the floor, she knelt between his legs. She grasped his thick, hard shaft, loving the feel of it against her palm.
Cupping his balls, she squeezed lightly as she licked his mushroomed head, sucking it into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the rim, flicking the tiny bumps on the underside. Her wolf growled in approval. What would it be like to run with him and Grant? To take their true forms and actually frolic in nature without worrying about being attacked by other pack members?
She couldn’t be that lucky, could she?
Jack’s breathing went ragged and his thighs tensed.
Roxie’s heart pounded frantically as lust thickened in her belly. She wanted Jack desperately. Her body hummed with need, with heat. The musky scent of his sex excited her. She went down on him all the way, sucking his manhood to the base as she fondled his sac.
Roxie was too impatient to mess around with pretty seduction. She was a born and bred werewolf—and she wasn’t shy, damn it. She gave her gorgeous alpha a down and dirty blow job, lubing his cock with her tongue as she went down on him again and again. He pumped into her mouth, his cock banging against the back of her throat, but she took him, took him all.
When he grabbed her hair, and growled … she let go and stood up.
He moaned in protest. His chest heaving, his cock thick and hard and glistening from her saliva. She could smell how much he wanted her, nearly taste it if she lapped at the air.
She’d rather lap at him.
Roxie got out of her clothes as fast as she could. He watched her with half-lidded eyes, his hand rubbing his shaft as she removed shoes, pants, shirt, and underwear.
Then she crawled onto his lap, and he helped guide his swollen member into her pussy. For a moment, she simply sat there and enjoyed the feel of his penetration as he stretched her, as he filled her.
Jack cupped her breasts, brushing the hard peaks with his thumbs. He sucked one into his mouth, licking it rapidly with his tongue.
Pleasure sparked through her.
“Oh, yeah,” she moaned. “I like that. Mmm.”
He switched nipples, sucking one and twisting the other. Fire raced from her breasts to her very core. Awash in sensations, she seemed to lose the ability to breathe, to think.
“Take me,” she whispered.
Jack didn’t need a second invitation. He cupped her buttocks, his gaze on hers as he thrust upward. Her knees dug into the mattress as she rode him.
He fell backwards onto the bed and she adjusted her position. He held onto her hips, thrusting, and she moved, too, taking him deep, hard, fast.
Oh, God! Her bliss erupted and shot her into the stars. Vaguely, she felt Jack’s deep thrust, his groan intertwining with her low cries, and then he came, too.
She floated back to earth and found herself in the embrace of an alpha. Whoa.
“You’re amazing,” murmured Jack.
“Yeah, and you’re crazy.” She snuggled against him. “Will Grant mind?”
“Mind what?”
“That we had sex without him.”
Jack laughed. “Not as long as he gets a turn with you.” He kissed her forehead. “When we mate, we’ll both take you. You’ll be our wife then, body, soul, mind.”
“I can’t believe I’m even considering this.” She sighed. “I mean, how do you guys share a mate? I think I’m getting the better end of the deal.”
Jack smoothed her hair. “Three is a very powerful number in the Earth Pack. It’s sacred. It goes way back to when the various packs broke away from the main tribe. We’ve had a triad leading our pack since … well, forever. It’s the natural order. I promise, Roxie, Grant and I won’t fight over you. We’re already a team. We’ve been co-alphas of the Earth Pack for a couple of years—and we were raised together.”
“Brothers?” She turned onto her side and looked at him, her eyes wide.
“Yes … and no. My fathers and my mother were the triad alphas. Grant was a foundling. He was four, I think, when someone dropped him off at the gates of the pack’s farm. We don’t know anything about his past—who abandoned him or why. I had just turned six years old when my parents adopted him. So, we were raised as brothers, and we were raised to be the alphas.”