Page 130 of Blood and Trouble

“Are you refusing to please your mate, boy?” His voice dropped to a growl as his eyes glowed, his wolf prowling to the surface.

I should have run. I should have been terrified to taunt this predator after he spent weeks on the sidelines. All his primal impulses were pent up and ready to explode, and I was the poor son of a bitch willing to fall on the grenade.

“No,” I stammered, taking another step back.

“Then you’ll be good and listen without a fight.” He gently put Ava on the bed, and she bit her bottom lip between her teeth before scooting back to hold herself up on her elbows, her glistening cunt on full display. I nearly caved. I wanted to shove my head between her thighs and lap up everything spilling out of her, taste that wonderful concoction of him and her and us.

Not yet.

Hold the line.

“No,” I said again, straightening my spine, shifting my shoulders.

“Uh-oh,” Ava said, eyes glimmering as they shifted between us.

“Uh-oh’s right, Trouble,” Lycan said. “You have three seconds to get on that bed and bury your tongue in her cunt, or I’ll order you to sit on that sofa and make you watch while I ravage her for hours.”

I snorted a sardonic laugh.

Don’t threaten me with a good time.

Our bond had magnified to the point where we could communicate telepathically by choice. I hadn’t meant to send that to them. I hadn’t wanted them to overhear it.

But Ava gasped, and Lycan smiled, and I knew I’d been caught.

Fuck.

“One…” Lycan started, moving forward. I backed away, one step closer to the door. “Two.” Despite only being an inch taller, he towered over me, the dominance in his wolf shrinking mine. “Three.”

He barely had the word out before I scrambled through the entry to the hallway, beating feet to the living room. He caught me in an embarrassing amount of time. Though that was probably because I wanted to be caught. He tackled me to the ground, landing with his knees on either side of my hips, my cheeks smashed into the hardwood, my cock trapped between my stomach and the floor.

“You think you’re all dark and mysterious,” Lycan whispered, biting my earlobe, pinning my wrists together at my lower back. “But I see right through you, my poet. Such a little slut for my games, huh? And now, you’re mine.”

He hauled me up and trucked me back into the bedroom, where Ava rubbed her clit and giggled. Lycan kicked the door closed behind us and shoved me onto the sofa, still wet with Ava’s slick and pungent with Lycan’s pheromones. It assaulted my nose and made my mouth water, and if there was a tiny bit of regret blooming in my chest from my purposeful insolence…well, I decided I’d earned a little bit of punishment.

“Stay there,” Lycan snarled, using his sexy wolf voice. My inner beast responded immediately, both pleased and sated at having been reprimanded. “Don’t fucking move. If you touch your cock before I tell you, I’ll make you wait all night.”

He made good on his threat. He sucked and fucked our mate while I could do nothing but sit there with a throbbing cock and blood full of adrenaline. But Gods, they were beautiful together. Her dark hair and his silver strands. His gray eyes and her blooming bright blue. His hard-toned body and her soft curves.

“Are you watching, Poet?” Lycan asked in my mind, his gaze flicking to me. “Are you paying attention?”

I licked my lips and focused on his magnificent cock sliding in and out of her, wishing it was me—either doing the fucking or being fucked, I didn’t care.

“Are you ready to say you’re sorry?” Lycan paused and lifted his head, sweat beading down his chest in mesmerizing ripples. I wanted to lick him clean.

“Fuck,” I muttered. “I’m sorry. Please. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“Aww.” Lycan laughed and kissed Ava. “So pretty when he begs, huh, Trouble?”

“Sir, be kind to him,” she said. “He’s been so patient.”

“You just want him to fuck your ass again.”

“And?” She dragged her tongue up his throat and sucked his pulse point. “I like when he fucks my ass, especially when you’re in my cunt, and you do that thing with your fingers.”

“My wife, the dirty little cumslut.” Lycan shook his head and pursed his lips. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Give me what I want?” She bit her lip and turned to look at me, holding out a hand to wave me over.