Chapter Seven
“S how me,” Riley said softly. “Please?”
Dorian had been standing with Rafe on either side of her in the quiet of their floor, the city lights muted beyond the glass. The day had been long, heavy with decisions that would echo. Her voice was not uncertain. It was deliberate.
“Show you what, sweetness?” Dorian noticed the timber of his own voice had dropped.
“What it means,” she continued, meeting his eyes first, then Rafe’s. “To be your mate. I heard what you said, Dorian, about regrets if something were to happen. I would have regrets, too. I want to know what it would be like.”
Dorian felt the shift inside him—the instinct to protect, to step back and give her space, at war with the certainty that this was something she was choosing, not being pulled into. He didn’t answer with words. He stepped closer, slow enough for her to stop him if she wanted. She didn’t.
Rafe’s hand brushed her back in quiet agreement. There was no urgency in either of them. Only intention.
“Only if you are sure that this is what you want,” Dorian said.
Riley nodded once, and Dorian swept her into his arms.
He didn’t carry her back toward the living space.
He turned down the short hallway instead, past the soft lighting and into the main suite.
The room was quiet and expansive—dark wood, clean lines, the city a muted glow beyond the windows.
The massive custom-made bed dominated the center of it, made and waiting.
“This room is yours, beauty,” Rafe said gently from behind her. “Ours—to share with you. Whatever being our mate means for us, we decide, and it starts here, where you’re safe and where you belong with us.”
Riley’s breath caught, not with fear but with something like home.
Dorian lowered Riley until she stood in front of the bed. He lifted trembling hands to her jaw, holding her face as he searched her eyes. God, she was beautiful.
“Are you okay with both of us being here to love on you?” he murmured. “This is a little unconventional but—”
She narrowed her eyes and gave the sexiest smile that went straight to his cock.
“Yeah, I am more than okay with it. When I went to Klarissa’s and saw what she had with her mates, and Violet and Josie had with theirs?
” Her eyes darkened, her perfect teeth biting down into her bottom lip nearly dropping him to his knees.
“Oh, I can assure you that I want it, too. Unconventional it might be, but it is most definitely what I want. Like, now.”
A rough laugh tore out of him, and he took her mouth in a hard, fast kiss.
Behind her, the soft rasp of denim filled the quiet as Rafe hooked his fingers into the waistband of her jeans and drew them down her hips.
Dorian pulled back just long enough to watch as Rafe lifted the hem of her t-shirt, baring her slowly, reverently.
The jeans slid to the floor, the shirt followed, pooling soundlessly at her feet.
Dorian was damn sure the sight of her nearly stopped his heart. His knees went weak and his cock throbbed hard as he looked at Riley standing there for them—soft, beautiful, and so breathtakingly real that for a second neither man spoke.
“Jesus, Riley,” he breathed quietly, dragging the backs of his fingers gently over the curve of her shoulder and down her arm, like he needed the contact to ground himself.
She shifted beneath their attention, a little shy, a little uncertain, but all Dorian could see was her. The woman who had somehow walked straight past every wall he had ever built and made herself at home behind them.
Rafe stepped closer slowly, his expression almost reverent as he looked at her. “You are so damn beautiful, beauty,” he said softly, like the words had been pulled out of him.
Riley’s breath caught.
Rafe brushed a kiss against her shoulder, then another near the curve of her neck, and the tiny sound she made nearly undid Dorian completely. Not because it was seductive, but because it was real. Honest. Full of trust.
Cursing, Dorian yanked off his boots, jeans, and shirt, then dropped to his knees naked in front of her.
She needed to be worshipped as the goddess she was.
He ran his hands down her abdomen and sides, his heart tightening when her hands fluttered as if she didn’t know if she should push him away or clutch him tight to her.
“Riley,” he said roughly, pressing kisses to her stomach, “you are fucking perfection to us. You are the most beautiful woman we’ve ever laid eyes on.”
Riley was already shaking her head. “No, I know I’m too skinny.”
“Bullshit,” Dorian growled. “You have had it rough lately, and that is all over.”
“Besides,” Rafe said as he curved his hands around her to cup her full breasts over her bra. “We’re shifters. It is our duty and pleasure to feed you and give you everything you need and desire.”
Dorian slid his fingers into the sides of her panties and dragged them down her long, shapely legs. From behind her, Rafe supported her while his mouth and tongue lavished her neck, so that Riley squirmed, her breathing turning choppy.
Dorian’s gaze dropped. Her sex was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen—bare, swollen, glistening with cream. He buried his face there and inhaled, her scent flooding his senses so hard he had to reach down and tug himself back from the edge.
“Baby,” he growled, “you are so wet for us, and I’m not wasting another fucking drop.”
Rafe drew her back against him, keeping her hips pressed forward toward Dorian. From there, Rafe could play with her breasts, turn her head and feast on her mouth with the same hunger roaring through Dorian’s body.
Dorian leapt in, plunging his tongue into her heat, twisting it, taking her flavor into his mouth.
Her taste exploded over his tongue and he moaned, sucking her slick folds into his mouth, flicking them with his tongue.
He swirled his fingers through her wetness, then traced lower, circling, pressing just enough against her back entrance to make her gasp.
Her moaning climbed and she began to thrust—not forward into his mouth, but back against his hand. He grinned against her, knowing exactly what that meant. She loved it when he played with her there, and he loved that about her.
She suddenly gasped, tearing her mouth from Rafe’s as he pinched and twisted her nipples. The flash of pain with pleasure made her cry out, and Dorian felt his cock twitch hard.
He dove back in, going straight for her clit. She jerked when he flicked it, then ground into his mouth as he pressed the flat of his tongue hard against it. When he sucked it into his mouth and bit gently, she screamed.
He didn’t leave her through her orgasm. He rode it with her, never letting a drop of her sweet cream escape. When she finally came back to herself, he gave her clit one last slow sweep, making her shiver, then rose to his feet.
“You are so fucking hot when you come,” he rasped. “And you should know that at some point very soon I’m going to make you come until you beg me to stop—just with my mouth.”
He lifted her and carried her to the bed, the perfect place for what he needed to do next. She wrapped her legs around his waist, the wet kiss of her sex sliding over his stomach. He laid her back, so she was centered on the mattress, the sheets cool beneath her skin, then knelt between her thighs.
“Riley,” he said, making sure her glazed eyes met his.
She bit her lip, panting.
“Before I make love to you—hard and steady until you’re screaming my name—I need you to hear something.
” She tilted her head, waiting. “You are everything we ever wanted in a mate,” Dorian said, pressing a finger to her lips when she tried to speak.
“You will be our queen everywhere in the world, but here—between us—when we take you, make love to you, fuck you ... you submit to us. Not because we ask you for it. But because we know that you want to. Because you trust us.”
Rafe’s voice slid in beside her head, dark and commanding. “And we will never, ever betray that.”
Riley’s breath shattered. Heat spilled between them.
Dorian leaned up over her and guided the head of his cock between her slick folds, swirling it through her heat. “Birth control?” he asked roughly.
She shook her head, voice trembling. “I’m on the shot.”
“Then hold on, baby,” he growled.
He pushed inside her, slow at first, savoring every inch, then drove in until he was buried to the hilt. She arched, wrapping her legs around him, crying out. He held himself there for a heartbeat, shaking.
“Riley,” he said hoarsely, “You feel so fucking good, so tight, so wet. You are mine. Mine and Rafe’s. From now on, you belong to us, just as we belong to you. You understand?”
“Yes,” she gasped, eyes burning. “Dorian, please, move.”
He slapped her ass and felt her gush around him. “Good girl.”
He set a brutal rhythm, bottoming out with every thrust, listening to her sobs and moans as she took him, lifting her hips when he bottomed out within her with everything she had. When her orgasm started to roll through her, Dorian felt her clamp down around him, trying to hold back.
“Now,” he commanded. “Come for me.”
Her body shattered, screaming his name as he drove into her, his own release tearing out of him in hot, relentless waves. He stayed buried, holding her through it, until the world slowed again.
When it was over, he collapsed over her, breathing hard. Rafe knelt beside her, stroking her hair back from her damp face. Dorian lifted enough to make room for her, staring down into her blown, sated eyes.
“You look beautiful when you come,” he said softly, awe in his voice. “And I’m going to spend my life making sure you look like that as often as I can.”
Then he pulled her into his arms, and held her tight, thanking every deity in the world for the gift that was their mate.
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“R iley?” Rafe asked softly, his breathing a little unsteady. “You ... you’re not going to fall asleep on me, are you?”