Page 110 of First Offense
He’d taken away my true match, forcing me to accept another. Then he’d rejoined us as some sort of twisted test. Or perhaps I was overthinking it all, and I’d Fallen for disobedience already.
It no longer mattered.
Thiswas what mattered.
Leather. Evergreen. Smoke.Mates.
Auric’s hand slid down to cup my breast again, his palm possessive and hot over the thin fabric of my shirt. I longed to feel more, to experience his mouth and teeth and tongue all over me.
And Novak.
Oh, I wanted him, too. Needed to tell him, to show him, to ensure he knew he was just as much a part of this as Auric.
Assuming he chose me, too.
I pulled my mouth away from Auric to stare into those alluring, icy eyes. So much intensity. So much savagery. I shivered beneath his gaze. Then I reached for him and pulled him to me. “Kiss me,” I demanded.
“No,” he replied, his smile cruel against my mouth. Then he tugged my lip between his teeth and bit down. I cried out in surprise, which made him chuckle darkly in response. “Auric?” He glanced at the other male, his eyes narrowing as they engaged in one of their infamous silent conversations.
Auric’s thumb circled my nipple through my shirt, his body hot alongside mine as I stared up at the two men hovering above me.
I swallowed.
Were they going to reject me? Realize the forbidden quality of this relationship and leave me alone to please myself?
My lips curled down at the prospect.
I’d chosen them.
They were compatible.
I wanted them.
They weremine.
They couldn’t walk away. They couldn’t say no. They couldn’t decide suddenly to leave me in this agony of want and need. That wasn’t how this worked. Or was it? Did they have an equal opportunity to choose?
Yes, of course they did.
They should.
Just as I should.
But they wanted me. I could smell it, taste it in the air,feelit against my hips. Their bodies had aligned on either side of me, caging me beneath a wall of hot,hardmale.
Whatever battle they waged now wasn’t in regard to willingness or accepting me as a mate. It was about whether or not they wanted to share. Or maybe, no, maybe it was abouthowthey intended to share.
Because they weren’t angry so much as calculative. Communicating some sort of unspoken agreement with their eyes, deciding their next move and leaving me to writhe in agony between them.
My dream had been sohot. So intense. So overwhelmingly sensual.
And they’d woken me before I could climax, leaving me aching withneed.
A taunt. A way to ensure our prolonged pleasure. A game of wickedness.
A game I would win.
Because I had something they did not.
