Page 66 of Their Mate
“Do that,” I said against Declan’s mouth, not letting him go.
Edward’s voice drifted over, maddeningly dry. “Door’s still covered.” Which, coming from him, sounded suspiciously likecarry on.
I tugged both Aidan and Declan in again and didn’t bother playing cautious. Aidan met me with that sure heat while Declan kissed like he’d been waiting years for permission and meant to make it count. I let them take turns, then stopped letting them and set the rhythm myself, fingers curling in Aidan’s shirt as I dragged him down to deepen it, catching Declan’s lower lip with my teeth when he leaned in for another kiss.
The bond thrummed, heat sliding down my spine in a slow, treacherous spill.
Declan’s mouth found the edge of my jaw, then my throat and when I tipped my chin, he pressed a kiss there that stole my breath away. Aidan’s thumb drew lazy circles at my hip. I slipped a hand under each of their shirts and felt both of them shiver.
“Still good?” Aidan murmured, voice low enough that only I heard.
“Mm.” I tugged him closer by his belt loop to make the point, then pulled Declan back by the nape for another kiss that turned greedy fast. He laughed into my mouth, surprised, and the sound did terrible things to my insides.
I turned back and kissed Aidan hard, swallowed his quiet groan, then slid back to Declan and did the same, just to watch his eyes go dark and soft at once. My fingers mapped them both—the healed bite on Declan’s forearm, the new strength in Aidan’s thigh—proof we were all still here, still fighting.
“Say stop,” I warned, breathless and wicked.
“Not a chance,” Declan said, wrecked and happy.
Aidan slid his palms down my ribs, pressed a slow kiss to the corner of my mouth. “You set the pace.”
“Stand up,” I demanded and both of them climbed up to their feet with a look of confusion painted all over their happy, handsome faces.
I smiled, then dropped to my knees in front of both of them. Their breath caught in tandem, and that alone sent a bolt of heat down my spine straight to my core, making my pussy clench hard.
“Okay,” Declan managed, watching me like I was the best surprisehe’d ever gotten in his life. “You do that.”
Aidanreached down for me, cupping my jaw.”Tell me how far you want to go.”
I looked up at him through my lashes, savoring the way he went still when I did. “As far as I want.”
Declan grinned, loose, pleased. “I like how she thinks.”
Aidan’s thumb traced my lower lip with something like slow affection, and when I nipped him lightly, he let out a low, surprised laugh. “Careful,I just might have to punish you for that,” he warned, andmy pussy fluttered at the thought. I tried not to think about what that might mean, but it was difficult.
How would he punish me?
Would it hurt?
Would I like it?
I shook my head, trying to get the images of his fingers between my legs and his tongue lapping at my clit out of my mind, but it was not an easy feat.
I took a deep breath and continued.
My hands moved, steadying as I unbuckled Declan’s belt first, unzipping him with the kind of care that made him shiver, then I did the same for Aidan. His hand tightened briefly in my hair. Both of them were already rock hard, and it sent a heady rush through me that made my breath catch.
They were both monstrously big and my core fluttered with heated anticipation.
Would I like it if they fucked me?
Did I want that?
I took my time. I slid my palm slowly over Declan’s cock, savoring the velvet heat of it. His hips arched toward me, his breath leaving him in a rush. I did the same for Aidan, tracing his length, learning the shape of him, and the groan he bit back made my pulse sprint.
I stroked them in turns, fingertips skating over their sensitive heads, smearing their pre-cum up and down their turgid lengths. I savored the differences in the way Declan bucked, eager and shameless, and in the way Aidan rolled his hips like it was the best kind of torture.
My breath came faster, the bond thrumming. “You can pull my hair. I like it.”
