Wolf Tales V by Kate Douglas Page B

them.
    Last night, after her attack, after the rangers had hauled off their three captives and Keisha’s injured shoulder had been properly cleaned and bandaged, they’d all shared the same bed. There’d been no sex, merely loving, supportive bodies holding her close, helping her heal.
    Tonight, Keisha wanted more.
    Anton’s hands were roughly kneading her taut buttocks when Stefan slipped into the room and wrapped his arms around both Keisha and Anton. “Xandi’s on a grocery run. She’ll join us later.”
    Keisha turned to Stefan and kissed him. “Hmmmm. Poor girl doesn’t know what she’s missing.” Stefan’s tongue found the seam between her full lips. Practically purring with the sensual promise in his kiss, she welcomed him inside. Her mouth moved with his as Anton’s lips found the sensitive spot below her ear. Stefan’s hands worked the buttons on her blouse, Anton’s released the snap and zipper on her jeans.
    As if they’d rehearsed each move, the men stripped her clothes from her body, following each item of clothing with wet, open-mouthed kisses and sharp little nips of their teeth.
    At the same time, they shed their own clothing, helping one another until all of them were nude. Sandwiched between two hot, male bodies, Keisha gave herself up to pleasure.
    Not so long ago, the very fact two men touched her, tasted her, loved her, would have sent her over the edge into mindless panic. Now, she reveled in not only the sensual touch, but her own healing. There was nothing she feared from the men she trusted.
    Nothing she wasn’t willing, even anxious to try.
    Stefan swung her up into his arms and carried her to the bed. Anton took her from Stefan and settled her on the cool sheets, on her back with her legs spread wide, bent at the knees. Both men knelt beside her. Keisha closed her eyes and, moving her injured shoulder carefully, reached over her head to grab the headboard railing. She knew her silent acquiescence would set them free to take her however they wished.
    Mouths, hot and greedy, found her breasts, suckled her nipples hard and deep, tongued the sensitive peaks, nipped at the turgid flesh.
    She cried out, aware of each man, how different, how similar their touch, their scent. Fingers stroked her hips, her thighs, teasing close to her center, then moving away. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, both men’s fingers came together in the nest of curls between her legs.
    The suction on her breasts grew stronger, the long fingers trailing between her legs crept deeper. Moaning, Keisha arched her back, begging silently for penetration. One hand circled her left buttock and she recognized Stefan’s touch. The other slipped between her greedy labia as Anton teased the creamy opening to her pussy.
    Together, both hands moved between her legs, two fingers slipped into her wet heat, twisting and turning deep inside her. Then only one remained, stroking very slowly, in and out. She felt the rough pad of Anton’s thumb against her clitoris, the damp tip of Stefan’s forefinger pressing gently against her anus.
    Anton slipped two more fingers inside her just as Stefan breached her ass and pressed deep. His finger slipped easily in and out, easing the taut ring of muscle. She felt him insert a second finger, then a third. Still, there was no pain, nothing other than a sense of pressure, of building excitement.
    She knew the men could feel each other through the thin wall of flesh, wondered if they would carry this further, something they’d never done without Xandi present.
    Anton’s thumb made wet circles around her clit, his fingers penetrated her dripping pussy, and his mouth suckled her nipple so hard he narrowly skirted the barrier between pleasure and pain. Stefan tightened his lips around her just as hard, then let her sensitive nipple slip loose, tugging it gently with his teeth before releasing her.
    His fingers, however, continued their relentless, rhythmic penetration, stretching her