Page 70 of Visions, Paws, and Claws

“How… how are you doing this?”

“I’m imagining how it feels to stroke your dick.” She grinned. “Actually, it feelsdamngood. So go to your own bed by all means. But you’re going to know exactly what I’m thinking about all night long until it has the desired effect. And that’s both of you in my bed. Me in your arms.” She expelled a breath, and the invisible hand was gone. “I’ve just found my mates, and I want them to hold me, caress me, kiss me. If you want to wait to make love, okay. I can deal. But I really don’t think you want that, do you?”

Hashtag knew when he was fighting a losing battle—one he didn’t want to win in the first place. “No, I don’t.”

“Then let’s stop talking and go upstairs so we can get to know each other a whole lot better.”

“As soon as we get the practicalities out of the way,” Roadkill said in a decisive tone. “Not knowing how it works with shifters, but do we need condoms?”

“I’m good to go.” She glanced at him. “Besides, do you have any?”

Roadkill shook his head.

“And I don’t either,” Hashtag added.

Eve peered at them. “Have either of you fucked bareback before? I’m asking because if you get as many physicals as I do, you know ifyou’regood to go too.”

Heat rolled over Hashtag in a slow tide, and his hole tightened at the thought of Roadkill’s shaft sliding bare into him, nothing between them.

Holy fuck.

Roadkill grinned. “I don’t think we need to continue this conversation, do you?”

“Hell no.” Hashtag stood up, Roadkill with him, and still holding hands, Eve led them toward the house.

It was cool inside as they climbed the stairs. Hashtag’s heart was pounding, but he knew Roadkill’s was hammering too. Eve tightened her grip on their hands.

“Don’t be scared,” she whispered. “You’ve shared plenty of experiences in the past. Well, this is a new experience, and if my instincts are correct, it’s going to feel amazing.” She paused at the top step. “Whose room are we going to?”

“Mine,” Roadkill told her. “It’s got more space, not to mention a bigger bed than Hashtag’s.” He pointed to the door. “That’s it.” He led the way, opened it, and went inside.

“I think this is what happens next,” Hashtag said as he lifted her into his arms and carried her across the threshold.

Eve pressed her cheek to his. “Andthisis where I tell you that a gorilla can lift something that weighs two thousand kilos,which is over ten times their body weight and equivalent to about thirty humans.”

He chuckled. “Then you get to carrybothof us in next time.”

AS SOONas the door closed, Roadkill’s imagination went into overdrive.

I think Christmas just came early.

Eve chuckled as Hashtag lowered her onto the bed. “As long as neither ofyoudo.” She cocked her head. “Or is this something I should know about? Is a stiff breeze all it takes to pull your trigger?” Her eyes were bright.

Roadkill laughed. “I’m all about the stamina, baby. And right now, stiff is the perfect description.” He watched as she unclipped her hair, letting it fall in long dark bronze waves that framed her face and tumbled onto her shoulders. He loved her leanness, her toned muscles, the set of her jaw.

Hell, he loved every bit of her.

Fuck, you’re beautiful.

Eve smiled. “You’re easy on the eyes too. But I’m curious.” She pointed to Hashtag. “What do you think of our mate over there?”

He stared at Hashtag, drinking in the sight of the man he knew so well—his strong jawline, the clear blue eyes that sparkled when he laughed, the permanent five o’clock shadow because Hashtag hated shaving every day, the spiky haircut he hadn’t changed in years. Roadkill already knew by heart what lay beneath Hashtag’s jeans and tight tee. He’d seen it enough in the shower.

He smiled. “Hashtag? He’s as hot as you are.” He chuckled. “It’s like standing in front of a buffet and not knowing where to start.”

“I thinkIknow.” Eve gestured to him and Hashtag. “So you two have never—”

“Never,” Hashtag blurted.

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