Had she lain in bed at night fantasizing about both of them taking her? He knew he had. So had Louis. If his hearing hadn’t betrayed him, Louis had jerked himself raw over the idea. Not him. His body rippled with his need, exquisite sexual tension gripping his balls tight, all but exploding with his desperation for release. Soon. With her. In her. And it would be all the more powerful, sublime, for the wait.
Louis bounced on the balls of his feet, the musk of his wolf strong in the air.
“Patience,” Pierre whispered, barely loud enough for Louis to hear him.
Louis mimed a groan.
Oui, the pull to go to her, snatch her up and toss her on the bed was strong. Stronger than anything he’d ever experienced. He breathed in, letting the delicious sensation wash over him, reveled in it.Putain,he could almost come with it alone.
“I…” Melinda ducked her head, letting her hair fall across her face. She seemed to collect herself, raising her chin, flicking her gaze between the two of them. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to invade your privacy. It’s just…”
Pierre stepped into the room.
“The…um…furnishings in the living area were just sobadI had to see if they were the same throughout.” There was a nervousness to her chuckle. “I mean, two grown men sleeping in beds all pink and floral.”
Pierre took another step toward her, and she retreated, the back of her knees hitting the bed. “With the lights off?”
“Well, I…ah…”
“I think,” said Louis, closing the door behind him, plunging them into darkness, “Melinda might want to skip all the festivities and small talk and go straight for the finale of the evening. What do you say, Pierre? Are you ready for dessert?”
A growl rumbled up in his chest. Melinda’s eyes widened, and her glossy mouth parted on a gasp. With the door closed, she’d be all but blind. But they weren’t, and the vision before him, looking more appetizing than any dessert he’d ever had, called to him.Oui, he was all in with Louis’ idea.
Louis, ever impatient, was across the room before he could stop him. “How do you want to play this, Pierre? Both together? You first? Or shall I bend her over your bed while you watch?”
A catch of breath, a swallow, a clenching of her thighs, the slight arch of her back and the unmistakable scent of a woman aroused. It coated his tongue and soaked into his lungs. Not just any woman. Theirs. There was no better fragrance in the world.
He closed the distance between them, and any thought of finding Cordelia, or why Melinda had truly come to their apartment, or was in his bedroom, vanished as her heady fragrance surrounded him and shot the small amount of remaining blood in his brain straight to his dick. Everything but his primal urge to mate ceased to exist.
Melinda’s hands fluttered about, her eyes searching the darkness. “I…we…should return to the party.”
Pierre cupped her cheek, and she jumped, her heart rate spiking. “Too late for that,mon amour.”
“But…your other guests…we…”
“Shh.” Louis planted a finger on her lips, and her breath hitched. He plucked her little bagoff her shoulder and dropped it to the ground, then slipped her glasses from her face, placing them on top of the chest of drawers.
Pierre slid his hand from her cheek to her nape, pulling her in close. A shiver rippled through her body, so slight he might have missed it had he not been what he was. He hovered his lips above hers, their breaths mingling, waiting for a refusal, a denial. Eyes wide and her pulse an erratic beat in her throat, she remained silent. But when she leaned into him, the message from her body was loud and clear. Pierre ducked his head and slanted his mouth across hers. Her small hands gripped at his shirt and her tongue slipped out to play.
He groaned into her mouth. Never had a kiss been so devastating. It made his heart race. It made him weak at the knees. His wolf wanted to howl his triumph. Over a kiss. A simple kiss.
Louis nudged his shoulder. “I want to taste her, too.”
Pierre released her lips, satisfied at the glazed look in her eyes. Louis turned her head his way, and fuck, wasn’t it all kinds of hot watching his twin devour her mouth, too? She released one hand from his shirt and grabbed hold of Louis’.
Forget their party and their other guests. And Cordelia. Nothing was more important than satisfying their mate. He nudged her backward, and the three of them toppled onto the bed, Louis at her side and him braced above her, one knee between her thighs.
“She’s wearing too many clothes, Pierre.”
He grunted his agreement, and as Louis dragged her sweater up, revealing her lacy whitesoutien-gorgeand the hint of dusky nipples poking through, he popped the button on her jeans.
Melinda’s gaze flicked to the door. “What if—”
He silenced her with a kiss, rolling onto his side, taking her with him, bracketing her between the two of them. She moaned into his mouth as Louis slipped a hand between them and cupped her breast, tweaking her nipple. She didn’t protest when he dragged her zipper down and slid his hand inside her jeans. Melinda moaned again and thrust her hips as his fingers brushed against the damp patch on her panties.
“So wet for us,mon amour,” he murmured against her lips.
With one arm curled around his neck, and another around Louis’, she held them close with a strength born of passion. Their little mate was all in and it had him wanting to rip her clothes off and sink his cock into her wet heat. Right. Now.
