Page 65 of Their Mate
“Good.” His thumb resumed its slow path over my pulse. “Then we’re fine.”
Declan leaned close enough that his breath warmed my cheek. “You know I’m going to be insufferable about that kiss later.”
“Later I might let you be,” I said before I could snatch it back.
He blinked, grin flashing helpless and boyish. “Dangerous words, Moore.”
“I’ve been dangerous my whole life,” I said, and that, at least, felt like solid ground.
Footsteps scuffed near the door; Edward’s voice carried, low and even. “Time to rotate the Watch. Logan, you’re up. Jamie after.”
“On it,” Logan said, standing. His eyes cut to me, to the men bracketing me, and something that looked deceptively like approval flickered there, but it was gone before I could really figure out what it was.
I met Aidan’s eyes, and he smirked in my direction, heat smoldering in his gaze. My core clenched at the sight of it and I took a deep breath and just reacted.
I caught his shirt in my fist and pulled him toward me. The kiss wasn’t careful this time; it was slow and insistent, his mouth firm against mine, the scrape of stubble a spark I felt down myspine. His hand slid to the back of my neck, a warm bracket that saidI’m here, and I answered by tilting closer, taking what I wanted until breath got in the way.
Declan’s laugh was a low, pleased sound. “Save any for me, or am I stealing?”
I turned, already reaching for him, and he met me halfway, heat under a grin he couldn’t hide. Different mouth, different rhythm. Declan tasted like smoke and the promise of trouble, and when his palm cupped my jaw, I felt the bond hum like a live wire. I kissed him deeper, and he answered with a soft, surprised sound that did terrible, wonderful things to my resolve.
I broke away, pulse sprinting. “Too much?”
Aidan shook his head once, eyes dark, and touched my lower lip with his thumb like he couldn’t quite believe it. “Not even close.”
Declan’s smile went crooked. “Careful, Moore. I’m going to start thinking you like us.”
“Don’t make me regret it,” I said, but there wasn’t much bite in it.
“We won’t,” he said.
I leaned back against the locker, and they bracketed me without pinning me, heat on both sides. Aidan’s fingers threaded through mine again. Declan’s knuckles skimmed the line of my throat, slow enough to back off, light enough to make me want more.
“You two always this patient?” I asked, breath not quite even.
“We can be,” Aidan said. “We won’t be polite forever.”
“Polite,” I echoed, and caught Declan’s collar to pull him in for a quick, greedy kiss that stole the word from my mouth.
He sighed against my lips, dazed and happy.
“Observation,” I said. “You’re very kissable.”
Declan tipped his forehead to mine. “You might be right.”
“So are you,” Aidan murmured, and pressed his mouth to my cheek, a steady counterpoint to Declan’s heat. The double-edged warmth sank deep, the bond thrumming in my core.
I dragged in a breath. “If I say stop?—”
“We stop,” Aidan said immediately.
“If I say more?—”
Declan’s grin flared, wicked and soft. “You don’t have to finish that sentence.”
I hooked two fingers in Aidan’s shirt again, pulled him close for another kiss that started soft and deepened when he answered like he’d been waiting hours. When I turned for Declan, he was already there, and I tasted his laugh before I swallowed it, my hand fisting in the back of his hair because I liked the way he shivered.
Somewhere to our left, Jamie made a strangled noise that was half cough, half cackle. “I amdefinitelygoing to check the corridor.”
