Page 17 of Fearless as an Eagle

“Well. Thank you for that. Now that my salmon’s cold, do you mind if I eat it?” I huff as I sit up and pull my shirt down.

“Don’t play cool with me, baby. It’s too late. I’ve already seen you completely come undone under my touch. There’s no going back now,” Bennett says as he crowds me, standing between my thighs with his hands on the table on either side of my bare ass.

I can smell myself on his breath and my pussy clenches at the reminder of what just happened. So much for staying strong and keeping my distance. Now that I’ve experienced what it could be like with them, I don’t think I can go back. All he did was eat me out, while the other two kissed me and fondled my breasts in the most delightful way, and I’m already hooked. Having the three of them touch me together like that awakened something inside of me. I wantmore. I want to learn how different they are. I want to see if I can guess who’s touching me with my eyes closed. I want to taste each of them and compare their unique flavors.

“Let’s get you fed, love.” Mason interrupts my thoughts.

To my surprise, Bennett backs up, though reluctantly and only after searing me with his heated eyes once more, and Mason takes his place beside me. He holds out a hand for me, and I obediently place mine in his open palm. Once he helps me off the table, he sits in my seat and pulls me down onto his lap. He wraps one arm around my back and uses the other to pick up my fork and spear a potato.

“Bite,” he orders, and once again I obey without a second thought, popping my mouth open and closing it around the tines of the fork. “Good girl.”

My stomach flutters and my pussy throbs at the praise.Okay. Didn’t know I was into that, but new kink unlocked. Fuck. Give me all the praise, please.

Bennett finally takes a seat across from me and eats his salmon as Mason continues to feed me bite after bite. It’s really freaking sweet and I feel so comfortable in his arms. I chew as slowly as possible to prolong the moment.

“Come on, Little Bird. Eat up, then we can cuddle up and watch a movie. I’m not letting you out of my arms for at least an hour,” Mason whispers in my ear, his lips brushing over my ear, then trailing down my throat in a sensual tease that makes my whole body shiver.

Now that I know the touching won’t end when the food’s gone, I quickly finish my meal, then look over my shoulder at him. “Thank you. You’re an amazing cook.” I sigh and lean back against him.

He places my fork on my plate before wrapping both arms around my waist and holding me firmly. “I’m used to cooking for Bennett. I’ve found peace in the mundane task. Though I will say it was much more fulfilling to cook for you and then feed you,” he admits before kissing the top of my head.

“So you’re the designated cook of the group, huh? After this morning, I was sure that was Bennett.”

“Bennett’s not abadcook. But we’ve learned over time everyone enjoys their meals a little more if I’m the one to cook them,” he explains and I can feel him shrug against the back of my head.

I love how diplomatic he is with his answer. Neither bragging about his skills nor tearing down Bennett for his lack of. I can tell why he’s the mediator of the group. Tasked with reigning in his friends when they get… overexcited. I imagine it would be a full-time job between Riley’s upbeat personality and Bennett’s quiet, yet straightforward manner.

“You take on a lot of roles, don’t you?” I twist in his lap so I can look at him better and smile sadly at him.

“Somebody has to,” he says.

“I’m sure Bennett and Riley can do some things. I suspect you’re just too obsessive and have to make sure everything gets done the way you want. Just because Riley folds the towels differently than you doesn’t mean he can’t complete the task. You’ve gotta let go of some things. You’re pushing yourself too hard.” I sigh as I run my hand down his face.

He captures my hand as I pull it away and holds it as he stares deep into my eyes. “I’ll give up some roles for one new one,” he offers with a glint in his eye.

“What’s that?” I breathe.

“Your mate.”

Ugh. I saw this coming, I did. But I wasn’t ready. He’s basically saying if I want him to take better care of himself, I have to accept him as my mate. That’s dirty. And it really shouldn’t work, but God help me, Idocare. I want him to take care of himself… But I’m finding that part of me wants him to take care ofme,too.

“You are my mate,” I tell him.

“No, Little Bird. Until you let me sink my cock deep into your pussy, I’m just a potential mate. I want to be tied to you so intrinsically you’ll never be rid of me.” His dark voice sends goose bumps across my skin and my pussy clenches on nothing.

They’re making this hard. When I decided to never accept another mate, I convinced myself that all men were like Mike and if I ever met another mate, they’d leave too, because why would anyone want to stay withme? So when these three showed up in my life, I expected it to be the same as it was when I met Mike. But these guys actually care.

Mike would go days… weeks… without calling me. I was always the one to initiate anything. Whether it be calls or visits, it was always up to me. Yet from the moment they came, into my life, they’ve only thought about me. Theyaredifferent from Mike. Mike wouldn’t have made me breakfast while I slept. Mike never would have hand fed me while I sat on his lap. And he definitely wouldn’t be happy to watch me explode under another man’s hands.

But if I know they’re nothing like Mike, then what reason do I have for holding back? For not giving in to the need to be with my mates?

Chapter 15

Mason

Ihadplannedonwaiting for her to come around. But then Bennett had to push the matter. Now, we’ve crossed a line I can’t uncross. I can’t hold back my feelings for her any longer. Was I a prick for blackmailing her just now? Of course, but I’m not afraid to get a little dirty. Typically, that’s Bennett’s role, but she may be stubborn enough that she needs it from all three of us.

Her reaction to my lewd comment only goes to prove how much she really wants us. Her body is just begging for a reason to convince her to give us a chance. If it takes pleasuring her over and over until she’s begging us to mate her then so be it.

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