Page 66 of Visions, Paws, and Claws

Eve shivered. “My mate.”

Roadkill straightened. “Oh my God.” His gaze met Hashtag’s.

There was only one more piece of proof needed.

Hashtag stood and crossed the floor to them. “I’m only guessing about this, but maybe now the three of us know who we are to each other, that’s triggered something. So why don’t we find out?”

“What are you talking about?” Roadkill demanded.

Hashtag placed his hand on Roadkill’s arm. “Don’t move, okay? Just let me….” He leaned in, buried his face in Roadkill’s neck, and breathed him in.

Mary fucking Mother of God.

“Oh fuck,” Roadkill whispered.

Eve cupped Roadkill’s face with one hand, and Hashtag’s with the other. Hashtag watched as she claimed Roadkill’s lips with a fierce kiss, and the soft moan that escaped his buddy went straight to Hashtag’s cock. Then it was his turn as Eve kissed him, and even though it was a fleeting, chaste connection, he felt it all the way down to his toes.

“Now kiss each other,” Eve instructed.

Hashtag jerked his head around so fast, he was sure he’d gotten whiplash. “What? No way.”

She narrowed her gaze. “Did Iaskfor your opinion? Kiss him.”

The strength of her voice, combined with the order, made his knees weak.

Okay, so he loved being dominated, but it wasn’t something he ever talked about. To anyone.

Eve already had a handle on him, and it was both disconcerting and heady as fuck.

“Let’s get this over with.”

The whining catch in his voice surprised the hell out of him.

Roadkill leaned in, moving slowly. So, so slowly.

Fucking tease.

Then their lips brushed, and every single synapse in Hashtag’s brain was suddenly alive. He was on fire, imagining himself sandwiched between Eve and Roadkill. Some inner voice screamed that was areallybad idea, but was drowned out by another that told him in no uncertain terms to keep doing what he was doing, but without clothing.

Hashtag knew which one he wanted to listen to.

Okay, this got interesting.Eve grinned.Never had a threesome before.

Hashtag registered the shock that reverberated through Roadkill.Holy fuck. I can hear you.

He chuckled. “Yeah, it’s surprising how fast you get used to that part.” Eve’s words sank in, and he realized she was right. It wasn’t too big a stretch after all. And give him his due, Roadkill was awfully easy on the eye in a hot Asian, midthirties, fit but not overly muscled kinda way.

What was endearing as fuck? The brief encounter had steamed up Roadkill’s glasses.

Not as steamy as it’s gonna get when all three of us are naked.

Then he remembered that where his mates were concerned, there was no longer such a thing as a private thought.

Roadkill smirked. “I always loved seeing your ass in the shower. Can’t wait to be inside of it.” Soft lips ghosted Hashtag’s neck before he let out a throaty chuckle. “Bet you’re tight as hell.”

Hell no.

Hashtag stepped back. “No. Absolutely not. I amnotletting you fuck me.”

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