“Yes,” he says, and I look back at Lawson.
“I don’t care if we have sex or not,” I say, and Remy laughs. “I mean, sure, I would love it. But we both have to be comfortable. If you have doubts, we can wait. That’s not what this is about. You make me feel good.” I stroke his jaw. “Whatever way you touch me, I love.”
“Shit,” he whispers.
“Our mate is smart,” Remy says, and suddenly he's behind me. “She wants you, Brother.” He slides his hands under my shirt, lifting it. I raise my arms, and he removes it. “Do you want to fuck him?”
“Badly.” I bite my lip, and Lawson’s eyes narrow.
“She knows what she wants.” Remy gathers my hair in his hand, moving it to the side, but leaves his hand around it. He kisses my shoulder and leaves his lips against my skin. “Do you want to ride him?”
“Yes.” My bra is the only material left on my body, and it feels suffocating.
“Hold on to her,” Lawson says as his hand moves to his jeans.
“Don’t worry.” Remy grins against me and grazes his teeth over my neck. “It will be my pleasure.” He cups my breast, and I groan. “She wants our hands all over her. Don’t you, baby?”
“I do.” Pressing back, I grip the outside of his thigh. I need the pull in my stomach to be satisfied, and I know the brothers are the only ones who can. “Do you want me?” I ask Lawson.
“Of course I do,” he growls. He releases his button and unzips his pants. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” Remy says, twirling my hair, gripping harder. “She is our mate. You would do anything to protect her, and your animal is the same.” I watch Lawson as he reveals his beautiful body. “This is about trust. Do you trust him, Haven?”
“Yes, I do.” Down to my core, I know Lawson wouldn’t hurt me, none of them would.
“Good.” Remy slides his hand from my chest to my back. He releases the clasp of my bra and removes it. Tingles spread throughout my body. I’m completely bare and confident in their need for me.
Lawson is covered in ink. He’s not bulky, but has plenty of muscle. He grips himself, and I’m grateful for the support of Remy.
“Are you ready, sunshine?” Lawson asks.
“Oh, yeah,” I breathe.
“Climb on,” Remy orders. He uses his hand on my hair, and his other on my hip to guide me onto the bed, onto Lawson. I straddle him, hovering over his lap. “Lay back, Brother.” Lawson eases flat. “Take him inside, baby,” Remy commands softly. I touch my lip with my tongue as I circle him and slowly slide down. Closing my eyes briefly, I take more of him, and it feels like he belongs inside me. “Beautiful.”
“Fuck,” Lawson growls, and his eyes focus on where we're joined.
“Feels good, doesn’t it, baby?” Remy hums, leaning over me. He steps to the edge of the bed, keeping his hands on me.
“Yes,” I moan. Holding still, I adjust to his size and stare at his face. His mouth is parted slightly, his expression intense. I do this to him. I’ve never felt more powerful. They make me feel wanted, needed, desired.
“You need to move,” Lawson says, his eyes flickering up to mine. “Now.”
I start slowly, finding an easy rhythm, and watch the pleasure on Lawson’s face. Remy’s hands remain, his hand gripping my hair and pulling as I move. I think he's getting just as much pleasure as we are. The pull in my stomach grows, and I increase the speed. Lawson clasps my thigh, and his other hand slides to my other hip. They have me under their control and completely contained, yet I'm the only one moving. Lawson needed my acceptance. He doesn’t trust himself, and I needed to show him.
“You're doing so well, Haven,” Remy rumbles close to my ear, and I shiver. I love his praise. His shirt grazes my back, and his hand tightens on my hip as he encourages me to move faster.
“You feel so fucking good,” Lawson rasps. His eyes are glowing, and I swear I see an animal lurking in their depths. “He likes you. He wants to play with you.” I lick my lips. Their words give me just as much pleasure as the cock inside me.
“Our jaguars want her just as much as we do,” Remy says, and slides his hand up my body and to my breast. Even though I'm having sex with Lawson, Remy is very much involved and guiding our moves. I press into his hand, loving the touch of his possession.
“He wants out,” Lawson grits out.
“Show me,” I groan, moving even faster. He shakes his head.
“I can’t hurt you,” he says, clenching his jaw.
“You won’t,” I whisper.
