Page 51 of Binding His Fated Mates

“Daniel, we need to know that you actually want this,” Lee said, turning back to me. Concern filled his eyes as they searched mine. “That you’re not just trying to keep the peace. There’s no need to martyr yourself, if this isn’t what you really want.”

“Because you do that,” Hunter added roughly, his gaze searching mine, the same way Lee’s had when I turned to him. “And this won’t work unless you mean it. This isn’t the time for self-sacrifice.”

They were really asking me, and I needed to give them the most honest answer I possibly could, because everything—our entire shared future—hinged on this.

I’d once loved Hunter Lee Jameson with an intensity that had frightened me. Could I love Hunter and Lee in the same way? But the moment I’d asked myself that, I already had the answer.

“Yes,” I said. “I want this. I swear I do.”

The twins exchanged another lingering look. Hunter nodded at Lee, emotion blazing in his eyes. And when Lee turned back to me, I saw his gaze was smoldering, too.

“We accept your proposition,” Lee said, his voice turning husky.

With those four words, the possibilities of what the three of us could be together—everything we could do together—unfurled in my mind for the very first time.

Oh. Oh.

“Well then,” Hunter said, standing. He moved toward me with a deliberateness that made my pulse spike, his gaze filling with want. “Maybe we should put this to the test. A trial run.”

I took an involuntary step backward. “Wait. Now?”

Hunter and Lee exchanged another glance. Something shifted between them in that moment—an agreement—and when they turned back to me, their expressions were identical.

Dark. Intent. Hungry.

Lee stood as well. He was nearest to me. He closed the distance between us without hesitation.

Then he stopped, searching my gaze for permission, his eyes hooded with desire and his lips parted slightly. “Nothing will happen here that you don’t consent to. Never.” He paused. “May I kiss you, Daniel?”

My stomach did backflips, but I nodded.

Lee smiled. Then he cupped my face in both hands, tilted it up to him, and kissed me.

His lips were warm and his thumbs traced the line of my jaw as if memorizing the shape of it. When his tongue found mine, gently and deliberately dominating me, my cock began to harden in my borrowed sweatpants.

Oh yes. Oh yes, please. More of this.

When he pulled back, his green eyes blazing, I was breathless.

Then Lee stepped back, a smile tracing across his lips, and Hunter was there in his place.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” he growled, his eyes searching mine.

But he still waited for me to nod—dazed and disbelieving—before he did it.

Where Lee had been slow and deliberate with me, Hunter was a storm of sensation. He pulled me close to him, until our bodies were crushed together, and kissed me with a desperation that left me breathless. It was hot and fierce and even a little rough, his teeth catching my lower lip, his free hand cupping my ass possessively.

I gasped helplessly against his mouth, and he swallowed the sound, deepening the kiss, his tongue sliding against mine, forcing me into submission.

Lee’s hands settled on my shoulders from behind. His lips found the curve of my neck and pressed there—warm, open-mouthed, unhurried. The contrast between Lee’s patience and Hunter’s urgency made my knees buckle. My cock was aching, begging for friction.

“Bed,” I managed, against Hunter’s mouth.

The mattresses were still pushed together from last night. Hunter towed me across the cabin, stripped my shirt off like it was on fire, and then pulled me down onto the mattresses, and Lee followed after us.

Hunter’s shirt came off, too—yanked over his head by Lee. My borrowed sweatpants and underwear disappeared while I was kissing Hunter—also Lee’s doing. Then he stripped himself with efficient movements until he was naked, all while Hunter’s hands mapped the terrain of my body, his callused palms sliding over my ribs, my stomach, the jut of my hip.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Hunter said roughly, his mouth at my throat. “I’ve been going out of my mind.”