Chapter Seven
Pierre sucked in a breath. She was in his room, standing before his bed, and didn’t that make his cock hard as fuck.
He’d been borderline hard from the moment he’d opened the door to her.
Her V-neck sweater revealing the gentle swell of her breasts.
The sway of her slender hips in her jeans.
The gloss of her lips an invitation to taste.
That little moan when she’d eaten Louis’ honey roasted chili walnuts.
He’d spent his nights with his whole body focused on her, imagining her staring at her screens as she swam in cyberspace trying to pin them down.
A gentle touch of code here, a poke there.
She was good, but he and Louis were better, and they’d fed her just enough to whet her appetite.
Enough to have her take up their invitation.
And now here she was, so close to his bed that his brain struggled to think of anything else but her in it, naked, sandwiched between the two of them.
Had she lain in bed at night fantasizing about both of them taking her?
He knew he had. So had Louis. If his hearing hadn’t betrayed him, Louis had jerked himself raw over the idea.
Not him. His body rippled with his need, exquisite sexual tension gripping his balls tight, all but exploding with his desperation for release.
Soon. With her. In her. And it would be all the more powerful, sublime, for the wait.
Louis bounced on the balls of his feet, the musk of his wolf strong in the air.
“Patience,” Pierre whispered, barely loud enough for Louis to hear him.
Louis mimed a groan.
Oui, the pull to go to her, snatch her up and toss her on the bed was strong. Stronger than anything he’d ever experienced. He breathed in, letting the delicious sensation wash over him, reveled in it. Putain, he could almost come with it alone.
“I…” Melinda ducked her head, letting her hair fall across her face. She seemed to collect herself, raising her chin, flicking her gaze between the two of them. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to invade your privacy. It’s just…”
Pierre stepped into the room.
“The…um…furnishings in the living area were just so bad I had to see if they were the same throughout.” There was a nervousness to her chuckle. “I mean, two grown men sleeping in beds all pink and floral.”
Pierre took another step toward her, and she retreated, the back of her knees hitting the bed. “With the lights off?”
“Well, I…ah…”
“I think,” said Louis, closing the door behind him, plunging them into darkness, “Melinda might want to skip all the festivities and small talk and go straight for the finale of the evening. What do you say, Pierre? Are you ready for dessert?”
A growl rumbled up in his chest. Melinda’s eyes widened, and her glossy mouth parted on a gasp. With the door closed, she’d be all but blind. But they weren’t, and the vision before him, looking more appetizing than any dessert he’d ever had, called to him. Oui, he was all in with Louis’ idea.
Louis, ever impatient, was across the room before he could stop him. “How do you want to play this, Pierre? Both together? You first? Or shall I bend her over your bed while you watch?”
A catch of breath, a swallow, a clenching of her thighs, the slight arch of her back and the unmistakable scent of a woman aroused. It coated his tongue and soaked into his lungs. Not just any woman. Theirs. There was no better fragrance in the world.
He closed the distance between them, and any thought of finding Cordelia, or why Melinda had truly come to their apartment, or was in his bedroom, vanished as her heady fragrance surrounded him and shot the small amount of remaining blood in his brain straight to his dick.
Everything but his primal urge to mate ceased to exist.
Melinda’s hands fluttered about, her eyes searching the darkness. “I…we…should return to the party.”
Pierre cupped her cheek, and she jumped, her heart rate spiking. “Too late for that, mon amour.”
“But…your other guests…we…”
“Shh.” Louis planted a finger on her lips, and her breath hitched. He plucked her little bag off her shoulder and dropped it to the ground, then slipped her glasses from her face, placing them on top of the chest of drawers.
Pierre slid his hand from her cheek to her nape, pulling her in close.
A shiver rippled through her body, so slight he might have missed it had he not been what he was.
He hovered his lips above hers, their breaths mingling, waiting for a refusal, a denial.
Eyes wide and her pulse an erratic beat in her throat, she remained silent.
But when she leaned into him, the message from her body was loud and clear.
Pierre ducked his head and slanted his mouth across hers.
Her small hands gripped at his shirt and her tongue slipped out to play.
He groaned into her mouth. Never had a kiss been so devastating. It made his heart race. It made him weak at the knees. His wolf wanted to howl his triumph. Over a kiss. A simple kiss.
Louis nudged his shoulder. “I want to taste her, too.”
Pierre released her lips, satisfied at the glazed look in her eyes. Louis turned her head his way, and fuck, wasn’t it all kinds of hot watching his twin devour her mouth, too? She released one hand from his shirt and grabbed hold of Louis’.
Forget their party and their other guests. And Cordelia. Nothing was more important than satisfying their mate. He nudged her backward, and the three of them toppled onto the bed, Louis at her side and him braced above her, one knee between her thighs.
“She’s wearing too many clothes, Pierre.”
He grunted his agreement, and as Louis dragged her sweater up, revealing her lacy white soutien-gorge and the hint of dusky nipples poking through, he popped the button on her jeans.
Melinda’s gaze flicked to the door. “What if—”
He silenced her with a kiss, rolling onto his side, taking her with him, bracketing her between the two of them.
She moaned into his mouth as Louis slipped a hand between them and cupped her breast, tweaking her nipple.
She didn’t protest when he dragged her zipper down and slid his hand inside her jeans.
Melinda moaned again and thrust her hips as his fingers brushed against the damp patch on her panties.
“So wet for us, mon amour,” he murmured against her lips.
With one arm curled around his neck, and another around Louis’, she held them close with a strength born of passion. Their little mate was all in and it had him wanting to rip her clothes off and sink his cock into her wet heat. Right. Now.
He surfaced for a minute, and caught Louis, canines extended, hovering over the curve of her neck. Pierre snarled, and their hot little mate whimpered and pressed against his palm. He glared at Louis until his twin retracted his teeth. “Not yet. Not now. Melinda needs to come.”
Yes! She needed to come. With Louis at her back, his hand on her breast, his lips at her throat and the steel bar of his erection pressed against her ass, and Pierre slipping his hand inside her knickers…
Melinda gasped and gave a roll of her hips, chasing it.
The man was as good with his mouth as he was with his fingers.
Circling her clit, stroking his fingers through her slick folds.
It was almost embarrassing how wet she was.
They surrounded her. Twin muscular bodies pressed against her, the heady fragrance of their aftershave and something musky and male. Both with their hands on her, both kissing her. It was overwhelming. It was…
Pierre slipped a finger inside her, his thumb pressing against her clit.
She threw her head back onto Louis’ shoulder, pushing her breast more firmly into his palm.
He took advantage, rolling her already peaked nipple between his fingers.
The sounds that spilled from her mouth were obscene, but she couldn’t help it.
To be the focus of both twins’ devotion to her body unraveled something within her.
Brought out the inner deviant in her she hadn’t known existed.
Louis chuckled. “Hush, my little pirate informatique. We don’t want the whole apartment to hear.”
Pierre growled again, the sound reverberating in his chest, and she clenched around his finger.
Again the chuckle in her ear. “I think she likes it when you growl, Pierre.”
Pierre slipped another finger inside her, stretching her, a slow delicious slide in and out and back in again.
Then he growled again. Heat swirled through her, and she clenched around Pierre’s hand as she hovered on the edge of what she suspected would be the most momentous orgasm she’d ever had in her entire life.
Louis slipped two fingers into her mouth. “Suck, bébé.”
And she did, tasting Louis, riding Pierre. She bit down on Louis’ fingers, convinced she might spontaneously combust.
“Our little Melinda has teeth, Pierre.”
The clack of heels down the corridor, and a door closing, brought sanity back with a kick.
Oh, God. What am I doing? What are they doing? There were a bunch of her neighbors out there, probably wondering where their hosts had gone. And here she was, getting down and dirty. With both of them.
Melinda wrenched Louis’ fingers from her mouth and pushed at Pierre, shoving him onto his back, his fingers sliding free. Tugging down her sweater, Melinda scrambled off the bed and zipped up her jeans. “I…I didn’t mean for…”
The toilet flushed. A faucet turned on, turned off again. A door opened and the clack of heels retreated toward the living room.
“I have to go.” Her body was on fire, but she ignored it, searching the floor in the dark, finding her purse and snatching it up.