hyperventilate as I spread my legs and welcome him between my thighs. He supports his weight on thick, corded arms and stops when his lips are just an inch from mine, his face hoverin’ so close, and yet not close enough.
“Medley,” he says, my name spoken with reverence as hot breath curves over my face, his expression filled with contrition and hunger.
“Yeah?” I squeak.
“I do want you. I’ve never wanted anything more. You are my mate. You’re Alder’s mate. You’re ours,” he says, every single word spoken with a tone that has zero room for argument.
My breath hitches in my throat like a horse to a post.
His eyes flick between mine. “I’m sorry that we didn’t make that clear with you from the start, but we didn’t want to scare you off. You were raised human. We didn’t know how to do this, and we didn’t want to rush you. But you were ours as soon as you walked into the bar. We ain’t gonna let you go. Ever,” he tells me, and my chest constricts with the weight of his words, because damn. I’ve been confused and worried, and he just laid it all out as bare as our bodies are.
“You good with that?” he asks me quietly, his now molten gaze reachin’ into my soul and warmin’ me completely.
“Yeah,” I answer simply, but I’m suddenly nervous. I’m unable to deny that the two of them are the pieces I need to make my picture right, but what does this mean? What’s gonna happen?
I’ve never even kissed them. I’ve fantasized about it so many times, but it’s never happened. And now, I’m just all on board with this whole mate thing like Delta is? Am I right to follow my instincts? Or am I bein’ naive?
I think back to my conversation with Delta, and what she said when I asked about the whole four hot lovers thing and how it happened. She’d said it was natural, that it just felt right, and that she’s never regretted it a day since. And that’s what this feels like. Society and what’s “normal” is makin’ me pause, but not them. Not the naturalness I feel every time I’m with them.
Flint watches me like he can see the debate in my gray eyes—at least, I hope they’re still gray. I didn’t check.
I reach up and cup his cheek, banishin’ the doubt and worry from my expression. “Yes,” I answer again, more sure this time as I run my thumb over his bottom lip. “I don’t know exactly what bein’ a mate means, but I’ve been stuck in a whirlpool as soon as I met you two, and this feels right. I probably should doubt it more, but I don’t want to.”
“You never have to doubt us.”
With his declaration, his mouth descends, lips hard against mine. I lie back and take him with me as he devours any concern or questions I have, replacin’ them with reassurance and conviction and finally crossin’ that line.
His tongue dances with mine as he strokes my desire and need to another level. After all the close proximity and desire and flirtation, the build-up brought us to this moment right here at last.
I moan into his mouth, and he swallows it down, ready and more than willin’ to give me more to moan about. He grinds against me, fittin’ his cock between my thighs to rub through my folds. Our kisses are hard and frantic, and I wiggle my hips in an effort to catch the tip of him right where I want it, but Flint pulls back, and I groan an objection.
He nuzzles his nose against my neck. “I want to play with you. Feel you. Touch you,” he tells me, breathin’ his sensual words against my jaw until he licks at the seam of my mouth. “Waited so long…”
I trap his bottom lip with my teeth and suck on it, pullin’ him back down into a deep kiss. “Play with me later. Take me now. Please?” I beg shamelessly.
I’ve been wantin’ this and thinkin’ about it for weeks, and I’m ready. I don’t need anythin’ else to get me there, I could come from his kiss alone. I just want him inside of me. I need it like I need my next breath, like I need—
Flint pushes his rigid cock into me without argument, and I throw my head back and let out a garbled noise as he fills me up. He achieves the perfect balance between