Page 127 of Evil Hearts

Lachlan stared at her for a long moment, but remained motionless.

Clearing his throat and drawing the two’s attention back to him, Munro gave an innocent shrug and smirked. “Why no’ both of us then? Where one’s good, two’s better,aye?”

“Both?” the two stammered in shocked unison, and Katarina caught sight Lachlan’s sudden blush and felt her own against her cheeks.

“Come now, the best way to heat ye up, Kat, is forbothof us to press against ye,” Munro grinned, pulling her against his chest as he let his body fall back against the animal furs.

“Are you sure this is okay?” she blushed, relishing in the heat from Munro’s body.

Though the idea seemed so lewd—so scandalous!—she was having a harder and harder time seeing fault in it.

Was this her rationalizing it… or the ale?

Lachlan was suddenly behind her, his body more rigid and tensed as he pressed against her behind and his strong arm wrapped around her waist. She let out a soft moan as both of their furnace-like torsos pressed against her at either side. There was no denying that, lewd or not, the warmth excuse was no lie. It was like there was a fire raging in each of the brother’s chests, and Katarina was now sandwiched between the two and soaking it all in.

Munro’s lips suddenly began to run across her neck—feeling like heated velvet trailing her throat—as his hand moved up toher breasts over her bra; Lachlan’s thick arms snaking around her waist and pulling her midsection back against him as his lips descended on her exposed shoulder. She blushed, seeing through her partially opened eyes as the brothers’ gazes stalked over her body; hunting for new flesh to set fire to with their kisses. They loved her in the same way they’d saved her from the vampires: neither in competition nor in it for themselves, but working in perfect unison to optimize their efforts.

They were positively deadly!

The way their hungry gazes traveled her writhing form, Katarina felt uncertain that theydidn’tintend to eat her. But at that moment, shivering under their attentions, she couldn’t bring herself to believe she didn’t want them to.

She felt wanted.

She felt desired!

She feltsexy!

Though she’d never been lacking in confidence, she’d never dwelled much on thoughts of vanity, preferring to put her focus on her work and the sensual appeal therein. She’d accepted at an early age that there would be no taming her curly blonde hair, and the blue eyes that looked back at her in the mirror had never struck her as inherently stunning. If nothing else, she figured it was her fortune or her fame that would attract others.

But these two savage brothers couldn’t care less about her social standing, and they certainly hadn’t seen any of her paintings.

No, what drove their ferocity at that moment—what brought kiss after scalding kiss crashing down on her flushed, exposed flesh—was her and her alone.

She moaned, and Munro was fueled by the sound, reaching between her cleavage to unhook the bra and free her breasts. As his calloused fingers found the two snaps the first was easilyundone, and the therion’s hungry green eyes leveled with hers, challenging her to tell him to stop.

She could only bring herself to wonder why he’d pause.

“M-Munro?” she gasped, arching against him and pressing further against Lachlan in the process.

“Munro! Stop it! We’re not beasts!” Lachlan growled at him, his burr rumbling softly in her ear and she melted against him, purring and nuzzling her cheek against his jaw. Stunned by this, his gaze fell upon her, taking in the drunken lust burning in her eyes, and he trembled at the sight. “K-Katarina?”

“Don’t stop… please!” she whimpered again, pursing her lips against his jawbone and whispering, “I want you both to touch me!” she gasped, no longer recognizing her voice.

The typically shy, nervous Katarina had melted under the combined body heat like candlewax. In her place, a new woman writhed in exuberant freedom; a woman whose voice was weathered by desire. A woman who felt no shame pleading for two werewolves to explore her body.

Munro smirked at this new woman and freed the final clasp hiding her supple flesh from their roaming gazes and stalking fingertips. As red lace fell from pale flesh, four hands closed in on her heaving chest. Though the cold had long since been chased from her body, her nipples stood out with a tightness that almost hurt, the pink numbs demanding the soothing caresses that the brothers wasted no time in offering. A low, breathless moan started in Katarina’s chest, and as it rose up her throat it turned guttural and bestial, issuing past her lips as an erotic growl that spurred the two predators further. The fire from their touch seared through her, driving her body’s tremors to intensify! Feeling a throbbing length against her hip, she moved her hand back to Lachlan’s midsection, finding his cock already erect and waiting under his kilt like an iron bar. Wrapping herfingers around his shaft, she began to pump her fist along its slick length.

“L-lass!” Lachlan’s voice was a delicious mix of lusty groans and carnal growls as he rocked his hips against her touch.

“A needy lass, isn’t she? Our kitty-kat,” Munro chuckled, moving his lips down her throat and slipped one of her nipples into his mouth.

The feel of Munro’s mouth on her tit and Lachlan’s cock in her hand was like lightning driving through her body. All of her senses were alive and eager to take in as much of the moment as they could. She arched into his lips as Lachlan’s hand moved down her waist, beginning to rub her through her jeans. She moaned, realizing how wet she had gotten.

“Och! You madden me, lass,” Lachlan growled in her ear. “Ye’ve nearly soaked through yer pants!”

“She is something!” Munro groaned, “Kat, your smell is divine; like rose blossom and honey!”

“O-oh, it’s the ale…” Katarina confessed, her voice feeling distant and irrelevant. “My kind… we release pheromones when we’re intoxicated!”

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