Chapter Six

Mac was one to talk, telling her she looked like she wanted to eat them up. If anyone was hungry for a taste of something, it was him. All through the meal, he watched her. He didn't bother with conversation, and Blake was too tense to make small talk. So there was nothing to do but eat in silence.

Even after they finished their meal and began to clean up, Ashley could feel his gaze tracking her movements across the room. The weight of it elicited a different sort of heat than Blake's, but she couldn't deny her body's reactions.

And she didn't want to. For years, she'd been told that her desires were wrong, inhuman. In a day, she'd already learned the truth--her parents had been only half right. Inhuman, yes, but not wrong. They couldn't be.

Could they?

Blake's fingers slid down her arm, sparking tingles in their wake. Every time he came within arm's reach, he found a way to touch her, grazing her skin or her hair with his fingertips.

It was the only thing about the whole situation that gave her pause. With Mac in the room, Blake seemed different, almost upset, and she didn't know how to fix it.

He lifted a hand to her chin, smoothing the pad of his thumb over her lower lip. "How do you feel?"

Jumpy. Restless. Nowhere near as achy as before, but she couldn't deny the edge of appetite that had crept back into her consciousness, or the heat that prickled over her skin. "I'm okay."

His nostrils flared, and his eyes narrowed. His hand slid toward the back of her head, and she knew what was going to happen this time. She had a slow eternity to anticipate the way his fingers would clench in her hair with the steely dominance that made everything better and worse at the same time.

"Don't tell me what you think I want to hear." He brushed one tight nipple, teasing it with his thumb before tweaking it roughly enough to make her whimper. "Tell me what you need."

That gentle, flickering flame roared back to life. "This is how it starts," she confessed. "I can't sit still, and everything is too small. It's not bad, not yet. But it will be." Soon.

"So we won't let it get bad this time." He slid his hand lower, under the edge of Mac's shirt. Between her legs. His fingers encountered the embarrassing slickness on her thighs, and he groaned. "What have you been thinking about, greedy girl, to get you this wet?"

Her cheeks were burning. "It's nothing--it's silly--"

He silenced her by pumping one finger deep into her hungry body. Everything clenched tight, but he pulled away just as quickly, leaving her empty as he gripped her face with his slick fingers.

He traced one over her mouth--the one that had been inside her. She could taste herself when she licked her lips, even more when he pushed past them. "Nothing that turns you on that much is silly," he whispered.

She caught movement out of the corner of her eye as Mac pushed away from the wall and stepped closer. Watching, always watching. It should have mortified her--and it did, in a way. But not enough to overcome the pulse of desire that rippled through her.

"You don't want him here," she told Blake finally. "Looking at me. But I want it."

It happened so fast. Blake released her and gripped Mac's shirt, stripping it over her head. Then his hands were on her again, rough in her hair and too gentle where he cupped her pussy.

Blake buried his face against her throat and inhaled sharply. "You smell like him," he said roughly. "I didn't want his shirt on you so he couldn't see. I did it because now you smell like him, and that just makes his cock even harder for you."

"You could have left it on, jackass," Mac said in a low, lazy rasp. "I had this whole fantasy worked out in my head. You would've liked it, too."

Blake dragged her gaze to his. "This is how pack works, sweetheart. We share. We play. But we defer to stronger wolves, and that's what I am. The strongest one in the room. Can you feel it?"

The tension hanging in the air suddenly took on a new meaning. If Blake wasn't jealous, then his borderline antagonism toward Mac was something else entirely--challenge.

"I feel it," she whispered.

"Good girl." He licked her lips with a low rumble of approval, dragging his tongue across them as if he wanted to savor the lingering wetness there. "Mac knows," he murmured. "He knows I'll let him do anything you want, anything that gets you off. Because I promised to take care of you."

"I know." Mac took another slow, prowling step toward them. His jeans rode low, revealing the long lines of muscle that corded his abdomen and hips. His chest was broad, but leaner than Blake's. Scarred.

He stopped beside them and stared at Ashley, his hands flexing at his sides. "Blake was first. That's how it should be. But he won't be the only one who gets you off today, honey."

Her knees went weak. Someone had to take this step, make the first move, and she knew that someone had to be her. She had to reach out, with words or with flesh, and take what they were offering.

She turned, nestling her back against Blake's chest. He moved too, sliding one hand up to splay possessively across her belly while the other wound around her throat.

It should have been terrifying. His hand was huge, curling around her neck and forcing her chin up. He held her tight against his body, on display for Mac, but his touch was as carefully gentle as his words were obscene. "You could make her ask for it," he suggested as his lips brushed her temple. "Admitting that she wants her pussy filled gets her hot."

"I'll keep that in mind." Mac's gaze raked her body, lingering on her breasts and the damp curls between her thighs. He didn't command her to speak, and he didn't touch her. He sank to his knees--and waited.

Blake coaxed her back one step, and then another. When he sank to the bed he took her with him, hooking his hands under her knees and lifting her legs over his. It left her with her thighs spread wide, open.

Completely, utterly open.

Mac drew in a long, deep breath and came closer, stretching up at the last moment so that his mouth skimmed her belly before hovering over her breast. "He said I'd love your tits, huh?"

Anticipation left her trembling. "He did."

"He was right." Mac palmed her breasts, coaxing them together before squeezing his fingers tight on her aching nipples.

She leaned her head back against Blake's shoulder as the caress blazed through her, pleasure laced with pain. Then the pain vanished completely, driven away by the slippery rasp of Mac's tongue as he licked her.

Not just her nipples--he drew the flat of his tongue over the curve of each breast and the hollow in between, even over his fingers. By the time she looked down again, half dazed by the decadence of it all, he'd lifted his head. She watched as he stroked his thumbs over her, seemingly captivated by the wet glide of his skin over hers.

Blake tugged at her knees, pulling her legs wider. "Tell him he'll be the first, sweetheart. The first tongue in this sweet, needy pussy. Tell him how much you want it."

Mac choked on a groan. "Don't fucking tease me." He leaned closer, his breath falling on her open mouth. "He didn't eat your pussy, honey?"

Words failed her, but she managed to shake her head.

"Blake's an idiot," he told her solemnly, sliding his hands up her thighs as he sank between them.

She held her breath at the first touch--his cheek on her inner thigh, just above her knee. He nuzzled her, rubbing his face against her skin, an unexpectedly sweet gesture that caught her off guard.

He inhaled again, deeper this time, and laughed, a low, sexy noise that rumbled in the back of his throat. "I'll have to keep calling you honey," he whispered, then licked a path through the wet evidence of arousal that had drenched her thighs.

"She only gets sweeter." Blake cupped her breasts, lifting and pressing them together. He pinched her nipples without warning, arching her back, and it was his turn to laugh. "But I think she likes a little spice, too."

She turned her head to nip at his jaw, but drove her teeth into her lower lip instead when Mac stroked her parted pussy lips. "Sounds about right," he murmured, then flicked his tongue over her clit.

Electric. That was the only word for it. The contact shivered up her spine and left her shuddering in Blake's arms. Belatedly, she remembered his words. His command. "Yours is the first," she panted. "The first tongue inside me."

This time, Mac's laugh was mostly growl, and it vibrated deliciously through her. "Not inside you yet, Ashley." He slid his hands under her ass, gripping her flesh hard as he lifted her to his mouth.

"Oh--" She reached back to brace her hands on the bed as he delved deeper, licking into her. But Blake caught her wrists and guided her arms behind her, trapping them between their bodies.

"Just like this," he growled, shifting his grip back to her throat. "This is what made you shudder, isn't it? Imagining how hot it would be to be helpless while we put our hands and mouths all over you?"

Her answer transformed into a sharp cry as Mac sucked on her clit. She was still reeling from it when he lifted his head and grinned. "What about this?" he asked, teasing her with the brush of his knuckles against her open pussy. "Did he at least fuck you with his fingers?"

Her hips rocked of their own accord. "Y-yes."

"So nervous." Mac's amused expression softened as he petted her. "I'm not gonna hurt you, honey."

"I know, I--" Ashley pressed her lips together. It was impossible to explain, how the threat of challenge in the air could arouse and frighten her. "I'm not used to wolves. And I'm definitely not used to this."

Blake nuzzled her ear. "Only one thing matters. Do you like it?"

"She likes it," Mac answered. He lifted his hand and rubbed his knuckles over her nipple, leaving the taut peak glistening and wet.

Her pussy clenched. He was right--and that was the problem. She liked being held in Blake's arms while Mac touched her.

She liked it too much.

"It isn't wrong?" she asked quietly, and immediately wanted to wince at the small, lost sound of her voice.

Blake tightened his arms around her, his response more of a snarl than a word. "No." He sucked in a rough breath and rubbed his cheek against hers. "We're not like them. Trying to be like them is what's killing us."

"You'll see," Mac promised in a whisper that feathered over her, cool against her overheated flesh. "We'll show you. We all will."

Then he thrust two fingers inside her, fast and rough.

She cried out, but Blake's mouth covered hers, muffling her moan. Mac rammed his fingers deeper, ruthless in a way she shouldn't have craved. The aching stretch twisted with the gentle rasp of Blake's tongue, hard and soft, pleasure and pain.

Blake gripped her chin as he pulled back just enough to watch her face. "Make her come," he ordered. "I want to watch."

"Can she?" Even as he spoke, Mac curled his fingers and stroked over that spot inside her, the one that arched her back and melded pleasure with heavy tension. "Can she come on my face?"

He rocked his hand, pushing instead of caressing, and Ashley gasped as the pressure built. She tried to free her arms, unsure whether she wanted to draw Mac closer or shove him away.

Blake held her tighter, locking one arm across her body as he reclaimed his now familiar grip on her hair. He forced her to look down, to watch Mac's strong arm flex as he rubbed his fingers inside her. "This isn't wrong. Getting off on the things you want us to do to you will never be wrong. Say it."

It's not wrong. She could barely draw enough air into her burning lungs, much less oblige his demand. Her body felt too tight, like the world was shrinking down around her, and all she could do was stare down into Mac's dark, intense gaze.

It wasn't just not wrong. It was beautiful.

"It's okay," Blake murmured against her ear. "I want to see you come for him."

His pleased whisper twisted her hunger that much tighter, and Ashley moaned as she thrashed helplessly. She needed to move, to do something besides writhe in Blake's arms and wait for the pressure to explode.

Then Mac licked the corner of his mouth, and the pressure snapped, whipping through her in lashes of sheer ecstasy so intense they almost hurt. She tried to bite back her scream, but Blake growled against her ear. "Let us hear it."

"I can't." She flexed her hands, scratching her nails over Blake's bare stomach behind her back. "I can't--"

Mac rose up on his knees, fucking his fingers into her harder, faster. He nipped at her chin, her lower lip, then licked her cheek. "Yes, you fucking can."

Oh God. The swirling pleasure coalesced, lighting her up from the inside out, but when she opened her mouth, she didn't scream. She snarled, an insolent, aggressive, greedy challenge.

She didn't just want to come around his fingers. She wanted his cock, too.

Mac grabbed her chin with his free hand--and froze. He stared at her forever, an agonizing eternity.

It was Blake who broke the silence, offering her everything. Almost. "Tell him you need his cock, and I'll let him give it to you."

She blinked, trying to focus on Mac's face. "I need you to fuck me."

His expression didn't change. His jaw was tight, his eyes blazing. "I just did, honey."

Christ, he was as bad as Blake. They wanted her words, while she struggled just to be able to silently accept the things they could show her. "Your dick," she said slowly, clearly. Daring him to say it wasn't enough. "Fuck me with your dick."

He exhaled, sharp and ragged, then hauled her off Blake's lap, spun her around, and bent her over the bed. Her knees hit the carpet, and she braced her hands on the first thing she could reach--Blake.

"Good girl." He caught her chin and tilted her head up. "See? All you ever have to do is ask. Anything you want."

Metal clicked behind her, followed by the hurried rush of leather against denim. She arched, and Mac groaned. "Everything." He licked the line of her spine, then nudged her knees farther apart. "Open up, honey."

She shivered and tried to brace herself, but it was no use. He drove into her so hard it stole her breath and pushed her against the edge of the mattress. Ashley pushed back and moaned when the movement ground him deeper inside her.

"Fuck, yes." He gripped her hips, his huge fingers biting in as he kneaded her flesh. "Did he take you like this, Ashley?"

Mac's voice wrapped around her name, low and dripping with lust, and she could barely choke out an answer. "Yes."

He pulled back slowly, then plunged into her again. "Did he spank this luscious ass?"

It was easier this time. "Yeah."

Another thrust. "Did he make you come?"

"Yes." Holding her tongue was impossible, unthinkable. "Shut up and fuck me."

His laugh washed over her, cut short when she squeezed her inner muscles tight around him. He gave it to her then, long, quick thrusts that slammed his hips against her ass again and again.

Blake stroked her hair back as she whimpered. He'd pulled her hair before, but now he merely gathered it up and wound it around one hand. Slow and gentle, a sharp contrast to the way Mac was fucking her, fast and hard.

"I forgot to tell you how snarly she gets," Blake drawled as he used his free hand to open his jeans. "I haven't really spanked her. Not like I'm going to the next time she won't ask for what she wants because she thinks it's wrong."

"I'll ask," she panted. Anything. Anything so they wouldn't stop. "I'll beg."

"I know." Blake freed his cock and closed his huge hand around the shaft right in front of her face. "Mac's going to fuck you until your knees give out. But you'll still want this, won't you?"

Now. Every rough advance pushed her closer. If she stretched out, she could have her lips on him. Her tongue.

Mac scraped his teeth over the back of her shoulder and made a low noise in his throat. "Lick him, honey. Show him how much you crave that cock."

Blake shuddered, as if even the thought was too much, and she reached for him. She wrapped both hands over his, circling the base of his cock, and touched her tongue to a spot just beneath the broad head.

He hissed, his fingers tensing beneath hers. "Do you like the way I taste?"

Musky, male. A flavor she recognized as instinctively as his scent. She hummed and tried to lick him again, but another harsh thrust pushed her higher, so that he was almost nestled between her breasts.

His bare chest heaved. For one tense second, nothing else moved. Blake's gaze fixed on her face, his eyes so, so dark. "You don't even know," he rasped, "how many different ways I want to fuck you."

She knew that look in his eyes already. He wasn't just aroused by the thought of all those things, or even the possibility that she would let him. He got off on the idea of showing her, of being the one to watch her eyes widen as he revealed yet another obscene wonder for her enjoyment.

I'm going to take care of you. It wasn't just about sex, it was about power--hers.

Her heart lurched as realization washed over her. She was naked, on her knees, sandwiched between two hungry men...and she was in control. If she needed more, they'd give it to her. If she wanted less, they'd back off.

Exhilarated, she dipped her head and closed her mouth around the tip of Blake's cock.

"Fuck." His hand was still in her hair. He could have dragged her lower, forced her to take more of him. But she knew now that he wouldn't--not unless she begged him to.

And she was right. When she tried to take him deeper, he tightened his fist, holding her so her lips couldn't reach past his crown. "Do you want more?"

She didn't hesitate. "Please, Blake."

"Put your hands behind your back."

The moment she obeyed, Mac grasped her forearms with a groan.

Blake slid his hand higher, halfway up his shaft. The head was slick, and he rubbed it over her lips, back and forth, until she opened for him. Then he smiled. "Fuck her onto my cock, Mac."

"Reading my mind," he growled, then ground against her, crowding into her space until guiding her forward off of his cock only pushed Blake deeper into her mouth.

The air around them was electric, sizzling with anticipation, and Ashley embraced it, her heart hammering. She was suspended between the flaring pleasure that ignited with each of Mac's thrusts and the intimacy of having Blake inside her, too.

Mac urged her forward again, and Blake's cock filled her mouth, big and thick and hard. Her lips hit his fingers, keeping him from driving deep enough to choke her, but this time he held her there with the fingers tangled in her hair. "Now suck me, sweetheart."

A shudder ran through her. She tried, but every plunge of Mac's cock drove that pleasure higher, sparking the same intensity and pressure as before, and she was left moaning instead. The noise vibrated through her tongue, through Blake, and she moaned louder.

Blake's head fell back, his strong throat working. "Fuck. Fuck. Get her off, for fuck's sake."

Mac caught her wrists in one hand and slid the other down to stroke her clit. Thought fragmented as Ashley threw her head back with a scream and yielded to the searing pressure. Her orgasm went on and on, clasping and releasing, flooding her with bliss.

Mac grunted, his cock swelling and pulsing inside her, and another, even more decadent warmth spilled through her--the instinctive, raw thrill of possession.

She only had a few moments to savor it. She was still shuddering, her pussy clenching, when Mac released her. She swayed forward, but Blake already had his arms around her. He hoisted her into his lap and dragged her down on his cock.

She couldn't breathe. She clung to him, her desperation rising all over again. "How can I want this much?" she panted. "I won't survive it."

"Because you'll never be denied again." He framed her face, his lips hovering over hers, his cock big and still inside her. "You don't believe it yet. You've been needing so much for so long. But we're going to prove it to you."

The certainty in his words left no room for doubt. Ashley wrapped her arms around his neck and claimed his lips, hungrily seeking to taste that unflinching truth on his tongue. He licked deep into her mouth, thrusting to meet her with the same ravenous impatience as his hands on her hips.

He lifted her, letting her feel every inch of him as he withdrew, only to haul her back down. Hard.

The depth of her response shocked her almost as much as the immediacy. Though she was still shivering through the aftershocks of release, the tension was building again, faster than she'd dreamed possible.

Blake groaned and tore his mouth from hers. "Give in to it. Scratch me. Bite me. Fight me, if you want. You're not a human." He slapped her hip. "Say it."

"I'm not human." She dragged her fingernails over his shoulders. "I'm not human."

He gripped her ass with both hands, grinding her hips against his until the friction against her clit made the room sway. "Harder. You can make me bleed, and I'll heal before I'm done fucking you."

Because he wasn't human, either. She snarled and raked her nails down the side of his neck as she strained toward him, toward yet another mind-blowing orgasm.

Another hand slid up her spine, followed by a kiss. Mac, so close that when she reached back, her hand hit his bare shoulder.

"We've got you," Blake growled. "Lean back. Let us get you there."

Her brain short-circuited as Mac slid his arms around her. She expected him to go straight for her nipples or even her clit. Instead, he caressed her gently, smoothing his hands over her hips and thighs, over the curve of her belly. Up past her breasts to her collarbones.

He peppered her shoulders with kisses, then nudged her hair aside and licked the back of her neck. It was indulgent, strangely innocent, and she fell into his embrace as Blake's thumb found her clit.

Slow. Reverent. She was already on the edge, but he didn't shove her over. He coaxed, dragging the tension out until it was spun so thin, a whisper could snap it.

"It's a crime," he said, his words as low as her helpless whimper. "Neglecting a body this beautiful. This hungry. You don't have to be afraid of wanting anymore. And we're going to make you come until you believe it."

She couldn't deny the passion trembling through both men, a passion that seemed to amplify as it passed through her. And she didn't doubt it anymore, either. Something inside her had been awakened, and it would never again be refused.

A raw sensuousness filled her as she arched closer--closer to Blake's cock, to Mac's hands and mouth. For the first time, she let go, truly surrendered to the animal lust coursing through her. It was rough, hot, hotter when she came again and both men had to clutch at her to hold her still. She thrashed in their arms and rode the rhythmic surges of pleasure until she was spent, dazed, and everything fell away except them.