Melinda squirmed in their hold. She couldn’t be patient. She needed release.Now.
“Trust me, Melinda. It will be worth the wait. I promise.” Pierre muttered some analogy about coding, but Melinda was too far gone to make any sense of it.
“Please.”
But Pierre ignored her begging.
“Louis?”
She chased after Louis’ mouth. He gave it to her, and she sucked on his tongue as though it might take her over the edge.
He retreated, and she stared into his eyes, dark shadows shifting in their depths.
“If it was up to me,mon amour,Iwould give you what you need. You beg so beautifully, and I could not resist you. But”—he brushed his thumb over her lips, and she followed it with her tongue, tasting the saltiness of his skin—“Pierre is Pierre, and he would make you wait. Make us both wait.”
He silenced her protests with his mouth. His fingers tweaked her aching nipple, rolling, rubbing as Pierre continued his silent, steady assault between her thighs, licking, sucking, avoiding both her clit and her G-spot onpurpose,dragging her closer and closer to the edge again and again, never quite tipping her over.
Her body bathed in sweat, her hair plastered to her forehead, she was a quivering, needy mess when Pierre finally,finally, sucked her swollen, buzzing clit into his hot mouth.
Melinda exploded, white-hot pleasure ripping through her body. Her hands tightened around Louis’ neck, her thighs capturing Pierre’s head between them. They made no effort to free themselves, holding her firmly in place as spasm after spasm ripped through her. A nip at her clit, at her lip—the twins in sync in a way that seemed humanly impossible—sent her into a second orgasm, before she’d come down from the first. Her body spiraled, her mind consumed by the two of them—their mouths, their strong hands. Her head thrown back, she was incapable of sound or breath as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her. Time stopped, and she hung suspended in the grip of sensation so intense she thought she might never come down again.
Her breathing labored, she flopped like a rag doll on the counter.
“See what we can do for you,chouquette,” murmured Louis in her ear, sending residual shivers through her body. “And this is just the beginning.”
The beginning? She didn’t think she could cope with more, her body limp, basking in her afterglow. Her racing heart slowed and she rediscovered her ability to breathe. Cognizant thoughts returned, and Melinda realized shedidwant more. Not orgasms—though she wouldn’t say no to that—but more of them. Apart from a hand in Pierre’s hair, and a grip of Louis’ collar,she’dnot touchedthem.They’d given her the best orgasms of her life, laidher out naked and worshiped her body, and they’d not removed a stitch of their clothing. It’d all been about her.
She wanted it to be about them, too. She craved a closeness and an intimacy that could only come when all of them were equally invested. On the jet, she’d been so eclipsed by her fear and her need to forget, she’d barely been aware. A willing participant, taking from them what she needed. As with now, it had all been about her needs. It was time for it to be aboutthem.Whattheyneeded.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Pierre released his grip on Melinda’s thighs as she struggled to rise. The uncertainty in Louis’ eyes matched the sensation swirling in his gut. Would she retreat from them again now? Like she had on the plane? He backed away, letting her slip down from the counter. He’d never be able to come into this kitchen, make tea, or sit here and eat again without thinking of this night. Of her splayed between them, writhing and moaning as they worked her body to a crescendo. He did not want this to be the end, or their last time touching their mate, but as she headed for the door, he feared it might be.
She paused in the doorway, naked, beautiful, her skin flushed. She glanced over her shoulder at them and tipped her head toward the stairs, a hesitant vulnerability in her eyes. He shared a glance with Louis. She was asking them for something, but what?
They followed her up the stairs, his balls so tight and his cock so hard each step was a pain all of its own. He would have walked through hellfire for Melinda if she’d asked him to.
In the main suite, she paused beside the bed. Another look shared with his twin. This wasn’t goodbye. She wanted them.Thank fuck.They surged toward her, but she held her palms out, stopping them in their tracks.
“Twice now, you’ve given me whatIneeded.” There was a tremor in her voice, and a stutter in her heartbeat as her gaze bounced between the two of them. “Now I’m going to give you what you need.”
What they needed? Their needs were simple. Her.
She placed a palm on his chest, his body responding in an instant, ready and willing. His wolf pushed forward.
Her fingers rubbed against his chest, almost petting him, soothing him. “Pierre, you like to watch, yes?”
Pierre.Not Louis. Not you. His heart beat a loud drum in his chest. “Oui.”
Her tremulous smile almost stole away the remnants of his control.
Her attention fixed on him, she took Louis’ hand. “Then watch.”
She turned Louis toward the bed, pushing him so he sat on the edge. Louis went willingly, if somewhat confused. He reached for her, but she took his hands and placed them beside his hips.
“I’ve had my turn. Now it’s yours.”
Before he could protest, she cupped his face and slanted her mouth over his. Louis took her offering, keeping his hands where she’d put them as Pierre palmed himself through his jeans, rooted to the spot. She broke the kiss, guiding Louis’ shirt up over his head.
