His nostrils flared at the thought of her mouth on him doing exactly that. Tasting his nuts. Pierre gripped a hand in Melinda’s hair, lifting her head level with his groin. She licked her lips. Lucky Pierre. But he wouldn’t be left wanting. Not at all.
He grasped Melinda by her hips and ran his tongue along her glistening slit. She moaned, and all but shoved her pussy into his face. He chuckled against her lips and her whole body jerked.
“Does she taste good, Louis?”
He gave her another lick. “Mm.Paradis.”
Then he set to laving her with his tongue, holding her wiggling ass tight, keeping her still, bringing her to the brink, then switching up the rhythm until she was quivering all over.
Pierre growled and fisted his cock in his hand. She reached for him, placing her hand over his, nearly losing her balancing and toppling over.
Louis abandoned his feasting and grabbed her waist with both hands, keeping her steady.
“No, don’t stop,” she pleaded. “I need—”
Pierre filled her mouth with the bulbous head of his cock, silencing her demands. His twin’s eyes rolled back in his head and his chest heaved. A hand still gripped in her hair, Pierre guided her up and down his length. A musky scent filled the room, and a muscle ticked in Pierre’s jaw. His brother’s vaunted control was close to breaking. Fuck, Louis wanted in on that. Wanted to feel it, too.
Holding her steady with one hand, he tapped her inner thighs, forcing her to part them. On his knees, he positioned himself between them, his cock rejoicing as it made contact with her wet heat. She pushed back against him, moaning, her mouth full of Pierre. Slick and coating him in her juices with every thrust between her lips, it took everything Louis had not to embarrass himself. To not finish before they’d even started. Pierre always railed at him for being impulsive, impatient. His twin would never let him live it down if he did.
Melinda jerked away from Pierre. “Condoms?”
Putain.They didn’t need condoms. As werewolves, they were immune to disease. As Langeais wolves, they couldn’t impregnate a human. But Melinda didn’t know that, and he couldn’t tell her. Pierre disappeared, and when he returned, he threw a small square packet at him.
Merde.He didn’t want to wear one. Wanted nothing between him and his little mate. Melinda squirmed, concern lacing her scent.
He tore the packet open with his teeth and slipped the latex over his length. For Melinda, he’d wear it.
Louis eased back, lined himself up with her entrance and thrust.
Putain. I’m inside her. My mate.Ourmate.
Louis was no saint. Neither was Pierre. They’d had many a woman in their beds, alone and together. Werewolves were highly sexual beings. Yet nothing he had ever experiencedbefore, no woman he had ever fucked before, could compare to this. This woman. No,theirwoman, taking him deep, her channel fluttering around him, squeezing him tight. Their littlechouquettewho had pulled them into her world with her skills and intrigued them with the cause she championed. He’d brave a million old lady apartments and floral duvets again to be here right now.
Louis planned to do this many times over in his long life, from now on with Melinda and only Melinda, but nothing would beat this first time, seating himself balls deep inside her. He’d remember this moment forever.
Louis moaned. “She feels so good, Pierre.”
“Oui.”His brother’s voice held an awe he’d never heard from him before. He was feeling it, too.
Melindagave an impatient wiggle of her ass, and he chuckled. “Oui,chouquette.I will give you what you’re wanting.” He rolled his hips, pressing deeper, and she moaned her pleasure around Pierre’s cock.
“Stop playing, Louis.” There was a snap of command in Pierre’s voice. “I’m not going to last much longer.”
Who’s the impatient one now?But Louis, sensation sizzling in the base of his spine, heeded his brother’s words. Gripping her hips to keep her steady, he thrust into her faster and faster, setting a furious rhythm matched only by Pierre. Melinda grasped hold of Pierre’s thighs, steadying herself as they rocked back and forward on the bed, the drone of the jet’s engines no match for the symphony of their mate’s moans and mewls of pleasure. Louis could listen to those gorgeous sounds on replay and never tire of them.
“I’m going to come.”
At Pierre’s hoarse shout, Melinda’s pussy clamped down on Louis’ cock and his release ripped through him. He stiffened, resisting the howl that rose in his throat, his canines punchingthrough his gums, and Louis could have sworn his brain, his life essence, his soul were exiting his body through his dick and pouring into Melinda. He couldn’t stop coming.
Louis collapsed in a sweaty mess, taking a shuddering Melinda with him. Pierre stood at the end of the bed, wrecked, his chest heaving and a look of shocked awe on his face. Louis chuckled and buried his face in Melinda’s hair, scenting her. She smelled of them now. Satisfaction burned in Pierre’s eyes.Oui, Louis liked it, too.
Pierre ducked out of the room and returned with a damp cloth. Melinda stirred as he started wiping her face, her chin, cleaning her up.
Melinda struggled to sit up. “I can do that.” She grabbed for the washcloth.
Pierre held the cloth out of her reach.
“Shh. Let him do it,chouquette.”Louis held her firm in his arms. “Let him take care of you. It’s what he likes to do. He’ll be a grumpy…bear all day if he can’t.”
