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I’m worried about all the ways this could end badly. But maybe for tonight, I can pretend everything is perfect. Reality will still be waiting for me tomorrow, no matter how I spend tonight.
“Come to bed, Mason,” I say, my voice a little shy as I turn just enough to catch a glimpse of him hesitating in the doorway.
A faint groan rolls off his lips as he moves closer with choppy motions, as if pulled by an invisible string. My heart is beating so hard that I know Ian has to be able to tell, but he mercifully doesn’t bring it up.
Mason reaches the bed and leans over it, planting his fists at the foot. My eyelids lower slightly as I watch him, breathing as if he’s winded when all he did was cross the room. I know my self-control feels thin, but he looks even closer to cracking.
It’s the confirmation I need to know that I’m not in this alone.
I hold a hand out and wiggle my fingers, urging him closer. Watching him prowl across the bed makes me rub my thighs together, seeking a hint of relief from the ache growing between them. Sometimes I lie in bed and touch myself when I feel the pressure building between my legs, but I’m in no position to dothat.
I bite down on my bottom lip as Mason comes to rest behind me. It’s a tight fit in the bed, but it feels so, so right.
Ian and I face each other, him still cuddling close to me and clutching me at the hip so I can’t move away. There’s nowhere to go even if I could, though. Mason’s side lies pressed against me from behind. I can’t tell for sure, but I think he has to be hanging partially off the bed, because his upper body makes contact with my back but his lower body doesn’t touch at all.
I realize with a start that I’m holding my breath and blow it out in one big exhale.
Touch me. My wolf is squirming uncomfortably within me.
Ian jerks his head up to look me in the eyes, and I realize my wolf didn’t keep those words to herself. A slow grin spreads over his face.
“Are you feeling needy, beautiful?” His gaze turns a little wicked as he flexes his hand against my hip. “You don’t have to be shy. I’ll touch you anywhere you ask.”
He leans up on his elbow to look down at me. I can feel Mason go stiff on the other side of me, and panic wells up in me. I don’t want to drive Mason away. Sure, I want to be touched, but not at the expense of winding up alone in the bed.
I hate to admit it, but I don’t want to sleep alone. I’m so emotionally raw from what happened at home and finding more mates certainly isn’t helping matters. At least this time, my wolf wants them instead of wanting to run at any cost.
She wants them a little too much maybe.There’s no such thing as too much.She sniffs.
I try to crane my neck to look at Mason, but the crowded bed makes it impossible.
Ian’s watching me closely enough to take a hint. He sits up on the bed and twists his torso to grab me by the hips. He rips a gasp from my throat as he easily moves me to my back on the bed. It gives all of us even less space, but the new position lets me look over at Mason.
Mason’s eyes are wary as he takes me in. “What are you doing?” he murmurs, but I’m not sure who the words are intended for.
“Playing.” Ian takes the initiative to answer as he runs his hand up my bare legs.
My eyelashes flutter closed at the intimate contact. The touch of a man’s hands on me, of my mate’s hands on me, is so foreign that I want to imprint the feeling on my brain. Ian’s other hand lightly caresses the skin between the hem of my shorts and the bottom of my T-shirt. He nudges the shirt up higher and flattens his palm on my belly.
“Fuck,” Mason mutters on my other side.
I open my eyes to see what he’s doing as I feel him moving. I widen them when I realize how close he suddenly is to me, breathing in the air I’m breathing out. He’s only a whisper away from me, close enough to…
He slides his hand under the pillow behind my head, lifting me slightly, and kisses me. It’s sweet, but it’s hard to keep my focus on his kiss when Ian’s hand brushes between my legs. Even through my shorts, I jolt away.
“Are you good?” Ian asks at the same time Mason pulls away saying, “We can stop.”
I shake my head. “I don’t want to stop,” I whisper hoarsely, my arm already going around Mason’s neck to pull him back to me. Ian seems to take my movement as a green light to raise the stakes.
Both of his hands slip into the waistband of my shorts, dragging them down and leaving me in only my panties.
I gasp, but Mason swallows the sound as he kisses me again, this time parting his lips and coaxing me to meet them. I giggle a little when his teeth clash with mine, but when he tries to pull away, I tighten my grip.
After so many years of holding everyone else’s stuff together, I like that this feels a little unhinged and sloppy.
“Is this where you need me to touch you, beautiful?” Ian asks, running his fingertips over the front of my panties. I arch slightly, but I can’t go far with Mason’s shoulders nearly pinning me to the bed.
Ian hooks his fingers around the line of my panties at the inside of my thigh. Every muscle in my body is fraught with tension. No one has ever touched me like this, but Ian does it so casually it’s as if he never had a doubt we would wind up here.
