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 get in position so her knees were outside of his hips. She eyed the cock that was straining toward her, and her lips twitched. “I think I’m getting an idea of how this will work.”
Tynan said without breaking a smile, “I thought you might.”
Donal snorted.
And Meggie laughed.
Fisting his cock, Tynan held it up. “Lower yourself onto me. Slowly, a leannán.”
Biting her lip, she went down slowly, engulfing the head of his cock. Eyes widening, she halted.
Halted.
His shaft throbbed with such urgency he had to force himself to stay still. “You feel amazing.” Like the warmest of silk. “More, please, Meggie mine.”
Her hands gripped his shoulders as she dropped, inch by intense inch until he was completely sheathed in her tight, wet heat. By the Gods. He let out a low groan.
Donal had moved away, and now he returned, settling down beside her hips, one hand gloved and glistening with lube. The healer had all the fun equipment.
Meggie didn’t even notice as she squirmed on Tynan’s cock, adjusting to his size. She stared at him, her lips parted and pink. “Now what?”
“Now, you go up and down.” Smiling, Tynan reached down—because this position left his hands free—and ran a finger over her clit.
Her cunt clenched down on his cock so tightly he almost came right then.
He pulled in a breath, regained control. After a second, he continued, rubbing one side, then the other. Wasn’t it handy that the little nub got pressed outward by the girth of his cock?
She started to wiggle, and he watched the flush of heat climbing from her breasts to her face.
By the Gods, he loved mating with her. “Up and down,” he reminded her, winking at Donal.
Making little huffing sounds, she started to move. Up, almost off his dick. Then down. Slowly.
But as he teased her clit, her movements grew faster and faster.
Oh Gods, she felt so ignorant about all this sex stuff. But Margery decided she didn’t care, not in the least, because all she could really think about was the way Tynan felt inside her and how his fingers were moving on her clit. The combination was too much.
His heated gaze was on her face, those blue eyes watching her. His lips quirked up in a slight smile of enjoyment and satisfaction and…and caring.
When he lifted his gaze, trapping hers, she froze. He reached up with his other hand and touched her cheek. “Meggie.”
Her heart seemed as if it was falling, tumbling out of her chest into his keeping.
No, no, that wasn’t right. She mustn’t think that way.
Worried, she bit her lip.
His expression turned tender, but then he smiled. “Move, little wolf. It’s time for you to move.” He started rubbing her clit again.
Her body reawakened in a flash. Each stroke, each touch made her more sensitive, drew her closer and closer to—
A hand gripped her hip. Donal had moved behind her. He parted her buttocks and ran his finger over…over her anus.