Page 17 of Doubly Bound

Chapter 5

“What do you two do for a living? You said you were partners of some sort?” Sage asked.

“Oh, we head an organization for like-minded groups, brokering arrangements and deals,” Landry started. “We also have an investment firm that brings a nice quarterly return.”

“I see,” she said. “You know, I’m great with numbers. I work at Jacobs & Co in New York. Well, I used to work for them,” she amended.

“What happened?” Callan asked.

“Well, actually, I punched the boss’ nephew in the face. Then I quit. You see, he was very fond of taking credit for my work. That was just the straw that broke this camel’s back,” she stated.

“I hope you knocked his teeth loose! The scoundrel,” growled Callan.

“I think I broke his nose,” she laughed a little. “Well, I couldn’t help it. I mean, he was a jerk, and I’d pretty much had all I could take. I mean, it’s the 21st Century and men are still treating women like we do nothing more than fetch coffee at the office. Even if that was all we did, coffee is damn important. I’m not one of those hardcore feminists, I don’t want to neuter every male I see.” She snorted when both men winced and covered their dicks with their hands. “But I believe in equality. It’s not easy being a woman. It was never easy, I imagine, but it is that much worse when you work your butt off, and some dumb jerk tries to steal your achievements just because you have breasts! As if these things mean my brain can’t tell when I’m being lied to!” She squeezed her ripe mounds and lifted them high.

Landry couldn’t help it. His eyes dropped to her breasts, which were at that moment heaving inside her hands. The glorious beauties were near to bursting from the tight pink top. His mouth went dry. The swells of her luscious mounds were not only visible in the low neckline, but her hard nipples poked through her spread fingers and the thin fabric.

“Hey, my eyes are up here.” She released one globe to snap her fingers.

“And what beautiful eyes they are, lass,” Callan inserted before Landry could get himself in any more trouble.

What’s the matter with you?

I don’t know. It’s like my Liger’s baser needs are driving me. I don’t think I will be able to think straight until we claim her.

Aye, all right. Best let me lead then.

“You don’t have to compliment me for things to go your way tonight.” She stepped forward boldly, grabbing Callan by the collar of his shirt before tugging him down to graze his lips with her own. “I knew I wanted you from the moment I saw you. Both of you.” She turned her head and snared Landry in that glance.

“You did?” He swallowed.

“Yes, I did. No lies. No false claims of affection or compliments to get me in the mood—”

“You should know then, if I compliment you, lass, I mean it,” Callan growled. “And I think you’re fucking beautiful, I do. Landry here feels the same. Don’t you, lad?”

“Yessss,” he hissed with his beast. “Fucking gorgeous.”

Landry stepped forward, bumping her hip with his body. She was so warm, smelled so sweet, he was losing his fucking mind with need. Desperation speared him to the soul. He wanted her so damned bad.

“Is that so?” She licked her lips and swallowed, a movement both men followed with their predatory gazes. “So, you two boys are into sharing then?”

Landry almost groaned at the heavy perfume of her need that scented the air the second those words left her lips. Fuck yes, he wanted to roar it to the night sky. His own need was so great, but he refrained himself. He didn’t want to frighten her with the strength of his desire.

“Aye, lass,” grunted Callan, saying the words for him.

Landry’s partner reached up with enormous hands. Cupping her cheek gently with one, Callan tugged her head back by her hair with the other, firmly, but still tenderly. Pain for the sake of pain was never the point. He was an Alpha. The dominant, and his need to possess, would push him until he claimed her as his, as theirs.

Landry watched while Callan kissed her. Not that sweet brush of lips that she’d given his Alpha, but a real kiss. The kind that had her moaning into his mouth while she reached out with her other hand to pull Landry in closer behind her.

He nuzzled her neck while the two kissed. No jealousy, no envy, just joy raced through his veins at the pleasure she felt in his partner’s touch. Need, arousal, and stone cold desire burned inside of him. His own, Callan’s, and to an extent, hers. Pure wondrous bliss, raging desire, and imminent rapture at having their mate between them flowed through their bond.

Callan increased the pressure of his kiss, pressing his front against her body. While Landry cupped her breasts, tugging on the hardened tips through her shirt. Her arousal filled the air, a sexy dose of sweetness. Fuck, but it was the most tempting fragrance he’d ever scented. The Dragon and the Liger both snarled, demanding they stake their claim, mark their one now and forever.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Landry told her.

“Mmm,” she moaned, turning her head, taking his mouth with hers.

“This body of yours is blowing me away, lass.” Callan grunted and bent, grazing her neck with his teeth. “I want to make you shiver and quake everywhere. Want you dripping wet and ready 'till you’re begging for us, lass.”

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