Page 30 of Her Shifter Babe

Are there rules about this?

David’s hand slid down between my thighs and my knees buckled as his fingers slid over the crotch of my panties. He caught me, his erection pressing against me. “Damn, I need you,” he said, then tugged me toward the bed. He threw back the covers and knelt down so he could peel my flimsy underwear down my pale legs.

I stepped out of them, then undid my bra, letting it whisper off me and to the floor with a great sigh of relief.

David rose to his feet again. “Lie down,” he whispered.

I did what he wanted, all the while wishing he’d get naked too. I yearned to see him in all his hard, muscular glory.

He kicked off his shoes and peeled the shirt from his body.

The breath caught in my throat as I stared in awe and desire at the skin he’d revealed. “You’re so beautiful,” I gasped.

He smiled as he climbed onto the bed beside me, his pants still on. “Not like you,” he all but purred, his voice husky with desire as he set his lips to my sensitive breast.

Can I handle two beautiful, strong, and fiercely protective men?

But the instant he sucked one rosy, pink nipple into his mouth, any remaining worries about perfect pairs or threesomes flew from my mind.

Then his hand slid back between my thighs, and I was lost. Nancy was right. Between Tommy and David, I was a goner, and their touch felt nothing but right.

Chapter 11

David

MY WOLF HOWLED INSIDE my mind as my senses were overwhelmed by my mate’s scent. Her breasts were huge and so luscious, the mere sight of them made my mouth water. I set my lips on one of her nipples and suckled her, loving the taste of her skin and the little moans and mewling sounds Stacey made as I teased her flesh.

My fingers pressed her thighs open where I found her slick, wet and ready for me. I lifted my head from her breasts and watched with rapture as she threw her head back into the pillows.

Her eyes flew open, and she grabbed the sides of my head, her gaze intense and full of lust. “Please kiss me, David,” she breathed.

I slid up and kissed her hard, more than willing to give her everything she desired. Her lips were soft, but her passion was not. She was like fire, raging and burning with need and hunger.

Then her hands were on my body, gripping my biceps and pressing into my chest. She gasped and groaned, her brazen and unashamed yearning making me want nothing more than to rip off my pants and bury my cock deep inside of her tight, swollen figure. But I couldn’t—not tonight—not without my brother. We’d already done too much apart and I wasn’t about to exacerbate the divide. Stacey and I would have a little fun. We were owed that much. But anything more should be shared between the three of us, as was right between perfect pairs.

Stacey’s belly was too beautiful for words, and even though part of me was jealous, all I could be in this moment was happy. I felt grateful for the chance to be here with my mate. This was our opportunity to develop a connection with which we could grow together, to function smoothly as a delicious unit of three.

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