Page 87 of New Nebraska Heat
Hunter chuckled. “He totally does.”
Seb’s chest inflated, but he partially hid his grin with the hand he used to push up his glasses.
Serenity pressed a finger gun to her lips, contemplating. “Okay, Seb, if you and I were part of a threesome with another of these guys, what would you call first dibs on?”
“Now we’re back to the fun stuff, eh?” Dagger asked, waggling his brows.
“You inspired me.” She bit down on her answering smile, fingers tangling in the fabric of her skirt. “Can’t get the threesome idea out of my head now.”
Dagger surveyed the rest of us, thumbs through his belt loops. “You’re welcome, gentlemen.”
Seb cleared his throat and pushed up his glasses in a nervous tic. “Um, I think I’d want to show off my tongue skills, between your thighs.” He grinned and added, “That’s where my experience lies, after all.”
“True.”
Lust stirred low in my gut. He could have her pussy first if I got to taste her nipples. I imagined them going hard under my tongue, making my mouth water, my cock stiffen and my nails flared again. I shoved them in my pockets as Sebastion took his leap—a good show but nowhere near enough for the lead.
“Hunter,” Serenity chirped, back in rhythm now. “Speaking of threesomes, do you and Dagger’s jaguars ever talk about what you’d like to do to me?”
Hunter’s face closed like a slammed door. “Er, no.” He avoided Dagger’s pointed glare by looking straight ahead like a soldier. “They don’t… uh.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Serenity’s eyes bounced between them. “Just some things you guys have said made me think… Can they not talk like that? Should I ask a different question?”
“How about I rephrase the question?” Dagger stood with arms crossed, fully facing Hutner now. “I’ll get a better answer out of him.”
Serenity studied him, brow furrowing. “Well, it seems like you guys need to talk this out. So okay. But be respectful, or I’ll retract the question.”
“Don’t worry, Cowgirl. I simply want to know why Hunter won’t let our jaguars speak? More importantly, why chain your animal in the first place?”
“Question approved.” Serenity nodded encouragingly toward Hutner. “Go on, handsome. It seems like he deserves to know.”
Hunter blinked at her a second and then puffed out a heavy exhale, turning reluctantly toward his twin. “You want the hard truth?”
Dagger crossed his arms, studying Hunter hard. “Yeah.”
“I caged my jaguar because he wouldn’t listen to my concerns, my intuition, or my side of things. Just likeyou. After mom and dad, I wasn’t ready to reach out, but he kept insisting, kept trying to force me to make the mental connection. He broke a boundary, so I broke ties. And I’ll keep him caged until I’m damn well ready.”
“So, you’re punishing your animal for wanting to stick with his brother?” Dagger growled, taking a pace closer to Hunter. “That’s bullshit.”
“Hey,” Serenity barked. “Back to your space.”
Dagger’s scowl slipped. He obeyed, but muttered, “It’s total bullshit.”
Serenity tapped her foot. “You might think so, but was it true?”
“Yes,” he grumbled.
“Then, Hunter, take your step.”
Hunter stretched his quads, making Dagger roll his eyes. “I’m coming for you, baby,” Hunter told Serenity, but his next spring landed him one body’s length away from her, with Dagger just one regular stride behind him.
This game was almost over, and whatever dare Dagger had in store was bound to be dirty. I hoped a fight didn’t break out. It would be left to poor Seb to tear the brothers apart. He was looking better each day with Serenity’s blood, but Superman, he was not, and I wanted a chance to win a round.
Serenity pulled a come-hither stance in anticipation, an arm curving along a cocked hip as she looked to Dagger through a veil of lowered lashes. Dagger’s eyes flashed yellow.
Hell, if I had an animal in me, it would be making all kinds of noise trying to get to her. I wondered if she was doing it knowingly, trying to make Dagger forget the tension crackling between him and Hunter.
“Dagger,” she coaxed, “tell me your favorite part of that wild night with the wolf shifters.”
