That was good enough for him.
“Stef’s gone after them,” said Gabriel.
Stef? How the hell had that happened? And who was going to tell Maxime his little sister had gone back in time?
“But that’s a story for another day.” He held a leather cuff with the silver wolf motif. “I take it you’ll be needing this?” He tossed the cuff to Pierre. “I had every faith in you. In both of you.” He settled his gaze on their mate. “Welcome to the Langeais wolves, Melinda.”
“Thanks, brother.” They’d have to tell him the Faucherians were upping the quantities of wolfsbane, reducing the effectiveness of their wrist cuffs. But not now. Not with their mate back in their arms. Pierre scowled at Gabriel. “Get the fuck out.”
Gabriel chuckled, but complied. At the door, he turned. “Everything you need is in the master suite. I’ll see you three in a week.”
Pierre had them halfway up the stairs before the door had closed behind Gabriel. He wasn’t waiting any longer. “Melinda, it’s time to claim you as our mate.”
Chapter Thirty
Melinda stared at the big bed.We came for you, Melinda. Not Cordelia.That’s what Pierre had said. From Louis—you’re ours. Our mate. Those simple words, their heartfelt admission,Pierre’sadmission he was afraid to tell her, had at once soothed her and ignited a pounding in her heart and her clit. What that would’ve cost her reserved lover to admit. And Louis, he’d barreled into that room without a thought for his own safety. To get to her. To save her. Again. Pierre, he’d had the chance to take down Cordelia. It’s what they’d come here for. What his pack wanted. But he’d chosen her.
Now they were going to claim her. In this bed. Louis and Pierre. The thought of it made her knees weak.
Pierre opened the bedside drawer and set out a pack of medi-swabs and three syringes.The turning is painful,Pierre had told her, the taste of key lime pie lingering on her tongue as she stared at him over the glass coffee table.It would last for three days. They would sedate her.
Louis stepped in front of her, blocking her view. He cupped her cheek, and she leaned into his palm.
“You’re overthinking this,chérie.Relax.” He trailed his hand down, pausing over her heart. “Feel, not think.”
Her heart thudded beneath his hand. He held it there for a moment, before shifting it lower until he was cupping her breast, rubbing his thumb across her nipple. He pressed his lips to hers—a gentle touch. As he trailed soft kisses over her cheek, Melinda found it hard to do anythingbutfeel.
Louis paused at her earlobe. “Trust us,” he whispered, then dipped to her throat.
Pierre joined them, his hand cupping her other breast. The scrape of his teeth as he nuzzled her jawline sent shivers down her spine. Should she be frightened? Should she be running for the hills?
Pierre dipped to her throat. “We’ll take care of you, Melinda. Let us claim you.”
The two of them, in tandem, nipped at her skin. Her whole body trembled. Their scent, their bodies, wrapped around her, their mouths on either side of her throat…it was the most erotic moment of her life. Yes, she wanted this. Wanted them. And as insane as it sounded, she wanted them to bite her. Both of them.
“Say it, Melinda. Give us permission.”
There was a punch of command in Pierre’s voice. He was asking for consent, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer. It should be sounding alarm bells, but all her mind was producing was the fury on their faces when they’d set eyes on her, on her knees, a gun to her head. First Louis, then Pierre. Gabriel was right. They woulddiefor her.
They waited for her reply, not pressuring her for a response.
“Yes.”
Then they were gone, both of them and she stood, bewildered and bereft.
Louis chuckled. “Our mate is impatient, Pierre.” He shucked his sweats in one smooth motion.
Pierre, a neat pile of clothes at his feet, stood proud beneath her gaze. Were it not for the expression in his eyes, the whirlpool of emotion, she’d have thought him unaffected. But this was Pierre. Calm on the surface, deep feelings underneath.
He cocked his head to the side, the hint of a smile playing across his lips. “Let’s not keep her waiting.”
Then he was moving, cupping her face and kissing her lips, plundering her mouth with his tongue. His hands made short work of her blouse and bra as Louis removed her jeans and panties. She was naked. They were naked. This was happening.
With a jerk of Pierre’s chin, Louis lay down on the bed. Biceps bunched as he hooked his hands behind his head. Knee raised, the evidence of his arousal jutting against his stomach, he grinned at her like some nude centerfold. Such a tease. In his eyes, the promise of so much more.
He held out his hand to her, and with Pierre’s palm on the small of her back urging her forward, she took it and let him help her onto the bed to straddle his lap. His hot, hard length trapped against her core, she rode his hips, sliding back and forward as he palmed her breasts. She was so close. Knowing Pierre watched, that he got off on watching, spurred her on.
Pierre settled in behind her, gripping her hips and holding her still. “Non,non. Not without me. Not this time.” With a tug on her calves, he resettled her flat against Louis’ chest. “Together.”
