Page 51 of Tempting Jupiter
Feeona smacked Jupiter’s shoulder with the back of her hand. “You didn’t let me finish. It goes… Tapping at the window, crying at the lock. Are the children in their beds, for it’s now eight o’clock?” Fee stroked Jupiter’s shoulder, rubbing away the sting of her earlier smack. “There’s more, but I think those Old Earth people had a good idea about getting to bed.” She wiggled her eyebrows.
Jupiter stared back at her with a single eyebrow raised high. A moment later he sprang into motion. He’d been holding her feet in his lap, but they were moved unceremoniously to the floor.
He stood and offered a hand to help her up. “The best thing you’ve said in hours.”
Feeona shot him a look. “I am known to have good ideas on occasion.”
He pulled her into his arms and pressed her body up against his, meeting her eyes with fierce concentration. Slowly, he lowered his head and pressed his lips against hers, kissing her with small nips. His tongue slipped out to tease her lips open and he pushed into her mouth.
She kissed him back. Her senses were full of him. His scent. The heat of his body pressed all along hers. As slowly as he’d started he withdrew, leaving her bereft and glorious at the same time. Her heart beat strong and impatient. Her lips tingled. Heat from somewhere inside her pressed against her too tight skin.
Jupiter’s lips slowly stretched into a wide smile. “I have plenty of my own ideas right now. You can take the rest of the night off.”
Ideas? Oh yeah. They’d been talking about good ideas. She let her happiness escape on a laugh. She peeked around his shoulder to Seneca who was still sprawled on the cushions. “How about you? Do you have any good ideas we should consider?” It was her way to let him know she wanted him to join in the game they were playing.
Seneca raised his silver eyebrows. “I have ideas, but I’m content to follow Jupiter’s lead.”
She winked. “Me too. Heisthe biggest.”
“Pleasingly so, I’m sure.” Seneca’s gaze shifted to Jupiter’s ass in his form fitting training pants.
She shifted her attention to Jupiter’s well-deserved smirk. He was big all over and she remembered just how good that had felt. “Can we go to bed now?”
“Demanding female,” Jupiter complained. Warmth coated the mock gruffness in his voice.
Seneca shifted across the cushions then stood. “I think she deserves a little indulgence.”
Jupiter lifted her up and guided her thighs to his hips. “I agree.” He pressed one more soft kiss to her lips then carried her up the steps.
Looking over his shoulder, she had a great view of Seneca flowing up the stairs behind them. Despite being all Dog, his body was part dancer, part cat. Grace and lazy confidence. Whatever had been in the way before, had been resolved.
Tonight, she would have them both.
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Seneca watched as Jupiter pulled Feeona’s clothes off with more patience than he expected. Jupiter took every chance to press kisses to her lips, to stroke her caramel skin. He pushed her top up, licking the curve of her breast. His teeth grazed her skin but he didn’t bite. If it were Seneca, would he allow himself to be more aggressive? Sen would beg for Jupiter’s big canines against his skin, but he wanted that tongue and those soft lips, too.
When Feeona took over getting her tunic off, Jupiter stroked back down to her hips and pushed her clingy trousers down just far enough to uncover her ass. He molded his big hands along the tempting curves and pulled her up against him. She made a sexy little moan of pleasure.
The memory of Jupiter’s body pressed up against his that morning, swamped Seneca. He didn’t blame Feeona for moaning and wrapping a leg around his thigh. He’d nearly done the same. He couldn’t blame her for Jupiter’s attraction to her either. The problem here wasn’t Feeona or Jupiter. They were doing what came naturally. Seneca was the one wishing for something he could never have when he should be relishing the excuse to be close, to touch, and glory in the scent and heat of the Dog he loved.
Feeona clutched at Jupiter’s shoulders as if she wanted to climb him. She was a little too short to align her anatomy up with Jupiter’s. Seneca stepped up behind her. “You’re being cruel, Jup.” He gave her the boost she needed to press directly up against Jupiter’s dick. Her breath hitched, then accelerated.
Jupiter growled in response. “I want more time to touch her.” No longer needing to support her weight, Jupiter shifted his hands.
Feeona moaned again. “Don’t talk like I’m not here.”
“Oh, I know exactly where you are.” Jupiter rocked his hips. Feeona moaned again. “I didn’t get to touch you enough this morning, Fee.”
“That was…” He was touching her now. Her rough breathing made that clear. “Your choice…. I…” She dropped her head down against Jupiter’s shoulder. “I wasn’t rushing you.”
“Yes, you were.” Jupiter pressed a kiss to her temple. “And you’re doing it again now.”
Seneca almost regretted stepping up to join them. He was too close to see what Jupiter was doing to her. He’d watched and been watched, with no choice, and he’d learned to take his pleasure where he could. His hands were just above her hips, digging into soft, warm flesh. She didn’t seem to mind. She squirmed under his touch, but she wasn’t trying to get free. She was rocking up against Jupiter. Seneca nudged aside her hair and pushed his nose up against the back of her neck, breathing her in.
She smelled female, but not like other humans or any of the female Dogs he’d known. Her scent was unique and he liked it. Jupiter’s scent had been the first thing to attract him. Back then he’d been too intimidated by the size of the gladiators to get turned on by their rough beauty.
Seneca lifted his head enough to whisper in her ear. “Put your arms around his neck and hold on.”
