“Melinda.” Louis smiled, a big, beautiful smile that could light up the world.
It certainly lit up parts of her body.
He dropped his hand and backed out of the lift. “Come join us tonight.” He winked. “You won’t regret it.”
Pierre released her, too, and stepped out of the elevator. He glanced back at her, the heat in his gaze unmistakable. “Until tonight, Melinda.”
The elevator doors closed and Melinda stood on legs as wobbly as a bowl of over-cooked noodles. She pressed the button, the door slid open again and she peered out into the corridor. Empty. The door down the hall, closed. With quick steps, she reached her apartment, keyed the lock and slammed her door behind her. She punched in her alarm code and slumped to the floor, her heart still racing.
Manchu trotted over with a soft meow and rubbed against her knee.
“Hey, buddy.” She picked him up and cradled him to her, listening to the purr rumble through his chest. “Things would be easier if you were the only man I had to worry about, hm?”
Manchu’s amber eyes regarded her.
“These men are trouble, Manchu. But what type of trouble…” She sighed. “I wish I knew.”
Chapter Five
Louis had his zipper down and his cock in his hand before he’d cleared the living area. He threw himself on his bed, spread his legs and ran his hand from base to tip, collecting the bead of pre-cum and smearing it over his shaft as he slid his hand down again.Putain.He’d wanted to strip her naked, sink to his knees and bury his face in herminou.
She hadn’t reached for either of them, but she’d wanted to. In that split second before her mind had caught up with her body and caution warred with desire, she’d entertained the thought of having both of them in her bed. It was in the widening of her eyes, the parting of her lips and the blossoming of her sweet scent in the enclosed space of the elevator.
A groan tore from his lips and he thrust into his hand, squeezing his fist around his cock. Oh, to be deep inside her, to have her hands exploring his body. Would she be hesitant? Or would she be bold, losing herself to the passion? As Pierre’s olive-skinned hands cupped the golden skin of her small breasts, teasing her nipples to peaks while he dived between her slender thighs?
Would she be bare or natural? Louis didn’t care. He flicked his thumb over the tip of his cock, imagining it was her tongue, before doing another long slide down his shaft with his fist as though she’d taken him in that cute little mouth of hers, her dark eyes almost black with her desire.
He quickened his pace, the thought of her glorious wet mouth around him bringing him to the edge faster than he’d thoughtpossible. Hell, an all-night session of debauched sex had never gripped him as hard as the thought of Melinda sucking his cock. Was Pierre as affected? Was she?
Had she slipped into her apartment and torn off her clothes in a desperate need to be naked, to touch herself? To rub her littlebonbon,tweak her nipples and slide her fingers through her wet heat? Or did she prefer toys? His release sizzled at the base of his spine, his hand pumping furiously. He could have fun with toys. Would she lie on her bed as he had, her head thrown back, or would she watch herself in the mirror, her chest heaving?
His release hit him like a sonic boom, and he all but bowed off the bed as thick ropes of cum spurted across his shirt and hand.
Putain.
His breathing labored, Louis collapsed back on the bed. If that was a hint of what they would experience together… It was almost enough to have him charge down the corridor, break down her door, and throw himself at her feet this very instant.
Louis was on his feet, heading for the door, his shirt a mess and his cock still swinging free, when a moan from the living area pulled him up short.Pierre.His brother would crash tackle him to the floor if he tried it. And rightly so. She wasn’t ready yet. Melinda might desire them, but she wouldn’t be feeling the imperative to mate, to claim, to bite quite like they were. She was human, with no idea his kind existed.
All he would achieve would be to scare her off. Then they’d have to spend more time tracking her down again. That wouldn’t do anyone any good. Maxime would be pissed, and Gabriel would have his balls. Louis was rather attached to those.
And the clock was ticking. Charming their mate wasn’t their only mission. Cordelia King was still out there.
With that sobering thought, he tossed his soiled shirt into the laundry basket, grabbed a fresh one then cleaned up in the bathroom. He tucked his cock back into his boxers and zippedup his jeans. When he walked into the living room, Pierre sat on the lounge in a similar position he had been in not ten minutes prior—his hard-as-granite cock free of his jeans and his hand wrapped loosely around it, a pinched expression on his face.
“Are you going to take care of that?” He headed for the kitchen, snagged a Red Bull from the refrigerator and threw himself on the hideous sofa beside his twin.
Pierre tucked his cock back into his pants, wincing as he struggled to get the zipper done up. “Non.”
Louis cracked the tab on his can and shook his head. “Fuck you and your delayed gratification.”
Pierre chuckled. “It’ll be worth every moment when we have her in our bed.”
“Heads up, brother. When we have her in our bed, I’m not waiting.”
“You never do, Louis, but you know that suits me fine.”
Oui.They worked well as a team, despite their obvious differences. Louis liked to get into the action right from the start. Pierre preferred to watch for a while before joining in. He said it heightened his pleasure, denying himself while Louis took his fill. Had they not been twins, it probably wouldn’t work. They were, and it did. And when Pierre joined in… Louis grinned. No woman had ever complained.
