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“Are you ready for us?” he whispers. He lifts his hand, gliding his fingers over my cheek. “While we are waiting for you, it will be like this every day. You will have three men doing all we can to make you want to stay with us.” He sighs deeply. “Even though we want to be as close as you allow, nothing we do will be without your permission. As shifters, we let our intuition guide us. We can sense and smell your willingness, but we will never take that as fact. We will never ignore your words.” He glides his fingers down my neck. “Are you willing?”
“Yes,” I answer quickly. I feel like I will melt into a puddle of need if he doesn’t kiss me.
“We will talk more about this on an ongoing basis. Right now, it is just a kiss.” His fingers get to the edge of my shirt, and he pauses. “Maybe a touch or two.” He grazes over my nipple. At my moan, he circles it, once, twice. “We will never force you regardless of how much we want you.” He presses his finger onto my nipple and leaves it there while he cups my chin with his other hand. His thumb digs in and encourages my mouth to open. Once it does, he licks my bottom lip and then sucks on the top. He pulls back slightly. “We will fight our instinct to take you until you give permission, but we will fight just as hard to convince you to give us everything.”
He then dives in. Consuming me. One arm goes around my hips, pulling hard, and the other bands me to him, resting up the center of my back, his palm pressing at the base of my neck. His mouth is making love to my mine, slow and steady.
My brain shuts down. Why wouldn’t I want this? No one has ever made me feel a tenth of what these three men have with just a kiss.
I give in to the urge I’ve had since meeting him and run my hands up his neck. I stand on my toes to reach my destination, sliding my palms over his head. He growls into my mouth when I do. It’s very soft, yet hard, as I imagine the rest of him is.
He tears his mouth from mine, and I have to stop myself from following his tempting lips.
“Are you going to show us the place, baby?” Lucas asks.
I turn my glazed eyes his way. How can they even function after that?
“We’ll get everything started as soon as we can. I know you want to stay in the apartment as soon as possible.” Logan looks over the room.
“Huh?” My lips are swollen, my heart is pounding, my vagina is throbbing, and they want to talk about the construction? Granted, that’s why they came, but being their mate takes precedence.
“Where is she staying?” Las asks Logan.
“A hotel.”
“I don’t like that,” Las murmurs.
“Me either,” Lucas adds.
I put up my hand. “Hold up. Are we just going to ignore the whole mate thing?”
They look at each other. “Baby, we are trying our best not to throw you on the counter, fuck you, and mark you. Do you want that? Or can you help us out and show us the place?” Lucas asks, smirking.
I pause a bit too long and jump when he takes a step. “Distract,” I shout. “Let's look at the place,” I finish, lowering my voice.
“Anytime you want to change your mind about fucking, let us know.” He grins wider at my glare.
“Can you not do that when we are in the room?” a man says as he walks in the door.
“We would appreciate it,” another man says.
I put my hand to my heart. Seriously, what the fuck is going on around here? First, Ryker shows with all his hotness, then Logan, Lucas, and Las fill the room with their extreme hotness and kiss the shit out of me. Now this? My poor heart can’t take it.
“We would never let anyone see what’s ours, Quinn,” Logan snarls at the first man who spoke.
Quinn is much like Ryker; his hair is brown but so dark it looks almost black. He has muscles upon muscles. He has a short beard and the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen on a man—one is light blue, the other dark blue. It would be a shame if he covered them with the sunglasses resting on his head.
“Yours?” the other man asks. He has white hair and holds himself stiffly. He’s stunning.
“Yes, Bash,” Las confirms.
“She knows,” Logan informs them.
“Knows what?” Bash asks, narrowing suspicious eyes.
“Her best friend is a shifter,” Lucas says.
Crap. Five pairs of eyes turn my way.
