Imprints (Dominant Wolves, Submissive Mates 1)

Arching her neck, she reveled in the excitement as he kissed the shell of her ear. His ragged breaths fell against her skin as he tilted her head to her shoulder and pressed his lips against hers.

Jock’s tongue then traveled inside the depths of her mouth, swirling around and around. He pressed his manhood against her buttocks and moaned into their kiss. “Good morning, beautiful.”

Frank worked his fingers into her tired muscles. “Good morning, love.”

“It’s early,” she whispered, weaving her fingers through Jock’s long locks.

“I’ve been out for a run.” Frank’s hair was wet. Several silken hairs stuck to his face. “I’ve already enjoyed a nice, cool bath.”

“And you’ve been here all alone,” Jock whispered. “And you didn’t even miss us.”

Frank spread her legs and pressed his fingers against her opening, staring down on her as if he were mesmerized by the way her body responded.

“Hmm,” she rasped, forcing her hips forward. When her back bowed, Jock bracketed his arm around her waist, rubbing his thumb over her extended nipple.

“Where’d you go early this morning?” Frank asked, lifting his head and withdrawing his fingers.

“I was out,” she whispered, closing her eyes and fantasizing about the upcoming lovemaking, the exciting relations she’d enjoy with her two mates.

“Where were you?” Jock asked, pinching her nipple.

“Ow!” Shards of pleasure blasted through her body and she quivered under the weight of

his arm.

“Tell us,” Frank said, slapping her mound.

Her body responded to the sizzling stimulation. Her nipples were tender. The sensitive beads throbbed as she longed for their mouths or tongues to soothe her.

“We had company last night,” she said, uninterested in discussing Grant at that moment.

“Who?” Frank twisted the engorged pearl between her legs.

She whimpered aloud as a bolt of pain shot through her pelvic region and left her with tears in her eyes. “Do that again.”

A look of surprise stamped its place upon Frank’s face. “Your pain tolerance never ceases to amaze me.”

“Why do you love the pain?” Jock asked, squeezing her breasts as the head of his penis parted her bottom.

“It always leads to pleasure,” she whispered, staring at Frank’s lips and yearning for his kiss.

“You didn’t tell me why you were out early this morning,” Frank reminded her, swatting her womanly knoll once more.

“Ouch!” she screamed, writhing under the hard slap. “Grant. It was Grant. He was here.”

“Early this morning?” Jock asked, stilling underneath her.

“Damn it. Do we have to do this right now?”

Jock snarled.

Frank seemed to weigh good versus evil then. Ultimately, he must’ve reached a quick decision and decided upon postponing pleasure for business. Yanking her arm forward, he pulled her away from Jock, who tossed a couple of small feather-filled pillows behind his neck. Drawing his knees up, he separated his long legs and looked perfectly relaxed even when her gaze held at his sac.

Moistening her lips, she stared at the large man occupying the majority of her mattress space. He cocked his head and watched her, watching him.

With a smirk on his face, he pumped his penis with a strong yank, pulling the hard flesh in and out of his hand. “We’ll give you what you need if you tell us about Grant.”

“Will you give me what I want before you go after him?”