The sight of them together, watching me, with both of their eyes hot and bright, was something I would never forget. I stepped closer, slowly, to make sure I didn’t overwhelm Bridget.
“May I?” I asked, finally placing a hand on her knee. Her velvet skin twitched under my touch.
“I… yes,” she whispered.
I pulled her knees slowly apart and growled softly. Her scent hit me like a bullet to the head. She was soaked; her shorts were so wet they stuck to her skin. I moved to kneel between her thighs, and she squeaked.
“Is this okay?” I asked, brushing the back of two fingers from the inside of her knee to mid thigh, where her slick had started to gather.
She watched me as if hypnotized and nodded.
I moved my fingers further up to brush against the soaked fabric between her legs. “And this?”
“Yes,” she murmured.
Gabriel was watching me silently, one hand holding Bridget’s hair as the other rested on her shoulder, his thumb stroking her gently. But I could feel him in the bond. He was enjoying watching my reaction to herimmensely.
I pressed lightly against her clit. She didn’t just whimper; she let out a whine that reached into my soul like a fiery brand.
“Tell me what you want,” I said. I wanted to hear her say the words.Touch me. Fuck me. Claim me.
She stared at me for a moment. “I don’t know,” she said, her voice almost inaudible.
“I’ll give you anything,” I replied before I could stop myself.
That made her face burn even redder, and she closed her legs again. I immediately retreated onto my haunches. My knee was protesting painfully, but I ignored it.
“I… this is a bad idea,” she said and tried to move away.
“Why, tesoro?” Gabriel murmured, not quite letting her go. “It is pleasure. It is beautiful.”
Bridget’s face burned even brighter. “Because… I don’t know what I want. I’ve never done any of this.” She gestured to me with an expression of frustration.
I froze. “Never?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
Bridget shook her head, her eyes locked on mine.
My inner Alpha roared in triumph. I wouldn’t have cared if Bridget had been with a hundred other men before me, but the thought that I would be the first to touch her this way, to show her how good it could be… It was intoxicating.
“If you want to stop, we will. But I would be honored to touch you. Just you,” I said when her eyes went wide and round. “I will just make you feel good. If that’s what you want.”
Gabriel whispered something in her ear, and she shivered. “You don’t want anything?” she asked, sounding skeptical.
I gave a rough laugh. “Right now, the thing I want most in the world is to touch your sweet, wet pussy. Nothing more.”
Her breath was heavy again, and a flush that had nothing to do with embarrassment crept from her delicate collarbone to her cheeks. “Okay,” she whispered.
I moved towards her again, and she let her knees fall open slightly. Even if she was nervous, there was some part of her that felt comfortable with me. With us. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” I said.
She nodded, her breath coming short and shallow.
Her shorts were the first thing to go. Without thinking, I pressed them to my nose and inhaled deeply. How had I lived this long without her?
Gabriel was responding to her scent, too. He groaned softly and pressed his nose to the side of her throat, just below her ear. “Come il miele,” he whispered. “Like honey.”
Bridget was wearing a pair of black cotton panties. I hooked my fingers into the top of the waistband with a raised eyebrow. She nodded. When I pulled them, she slid slightly on Gabriel’s chest, and he groaned in pleasure at the friction on his still-hard cock.
“Oh god,” Bridget said when I tossed her panties aside, too.
