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My head fell back instinctively as Cole’s fingers swept across my throat, brushing away the droplets of water fallen from my freshly wet hair. They trailed down over my clavicle as he leaned in to press his face into my neck, breathing deeply of my scent.”Sweet…” he murmured, his voice raw and husky as his hand traveled up my outer thigh. When the hell had he even put it there?
Another gasp escaped me as Cole’s hand went between my thighs, and I pressed them together instinctively, gripping the table behind me as I leaned on it for support. “Cole,” I breathed as he pushed his palm up against my sex, sweeping two fingers along my slit.
He withdrew his hand, that devilish smirk still on his lips as he rubbed his fingers together, slick with my arousal. “I wonder if you taste the same.”
All I could do was watch as he took his fingertips into his mouth and sucked on them, his eyes darkening with a hunger that made me throb where he’d just touched as if his tongue was on me instead.”Even better,” he purred.
Marcus made another sound close enough to a growl that I thought he was going to freak out, and until that moment, I’d all but forgotten he was there. Cole had that kind of hypnotic effect, apparently. Instead, what I found on his face was an expression of unmistakable lust as he watched.
Guess I wasn’t the only one who got turned on by the idea of watching.”Fuck,” he muttered, not quite under his breath.”What do you say, Marcus?” Cole asked in a taunting tone, slipping an arm around my waist to pull me up against him as he faced the other man. “Think we can put our differences aside for a little bit longer? Your girl’s in need.”
The “his girl” part made me bristle a little, but not nearly enough to correct him and risk derailing where this was headed. It also made me feel warm and tingly in a far more innocent way, but that was a problem I could deal with later.
Marcus blew out a breath, shaking his head even though he seemed more dismayed by his own thoughts than in disagreement with Cole’s suggestion. “We were always pretty good at sharing, weren’t we?”
I dragged my bottom lip into my mouth, my fang biting down hard enough it hurt. God, I wanted them. Both of them. Together was even better than one-on-one, and my imagination had yet to traverse that fantasy realm.
Marcus came over, his gaze fixed on me as he cupped his big hand against my cheek, rough and warm. “You really want this?”
His voice was husky and low, so gentle even though I could tell he was as aroused by the thought of what lay ahead as I was. My throat was too tight to speak, so I nodded.
Cole let go of my waist, but he captured my hand just as quickly and gave it an impatient tug as he pulled me with him toward the bedroom. He glanced over his shoulder, giving Marcus a knowing look at the door. “Coming?”
Marcus heaved another sigh and pulled his shirt off, leaving it on the kitchen floor as he followed us. “What the hell.”
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The moment we were back in Cole’s room, my head started spinning as it hit me this was actually happening. I barely had time to process it as the guys closed in around me. Cole stood in front of me at the end of the bed, and before I could say anything, he pushed me onto my back, climbing on top of me.”What the–“
His lips crushed mine before I could finish, and I realized in that moment he was going to be every bit as demanding, entitled and dominant in bed as he was in real life. Why had I expected anything less?
The primary difference was that in the real world, I’d be more than eager to put him in his place, but right now, the sensation of his greedy tongue sweeping into my mouth and his thigh pressed against the heat between my legs left me too desperate for more to bother with something as petty as pride. And if I was being honest with myself, it turned me on the way he took control. The way he didn’t touch me like I was made of glass, like both Marcus and Alexander did.
I’d never actually been with another shifter, but there was something undeniably appealing about being with someone whose inner animal rose to match mine. His hands tangled in my hair as his body pushed me down, and when I clawed his shoulders, he growled against my lips in satisfaction.
Cole’s hand slipped up my thigh once more, pushing the borrowed shirt up to my waist. I moaned as he traveled further and toyed with my nipple, teasing it between his fingers until it was as hard as his shaft pressing up against my inner thigh. When he finally let me come up for air, I felt the weight of Marcus joining us on the bed.”Would you stop hogging her?” Marcus growled, even though I could tell from the huskiness of his voice and his glazed eyes he was enjoying the show.”Stop whining, you’ll get your turn,” Cole shot back, standing to tug down his shorts. My mouth was already watering as he revealed the length of the fully erect cock that had been rubbing up against me seconds earlier. “Get me a condom.”
Marcus looked annoyed, but he clearly remembered where they were and reached into Cole’s top dresser drawer. He peeled one off a long strip and tossed the foil packet at Cole, who caught it and promptly tossed it back.”Now put it on me,” he said in the same nonchalant tone with which he made all his other demands.
Marcus stared at him in disbelief. “You’re fucking kidding.” When the other man stared him down expectantly, he muttered a curse under his breath, but he tore the condom open and walked over. “I swear, you were the fucking Queen of England in a past life.”