Lacey's Warriors (Bondmates #6) - Ann Mayburn Page 0,69
hometown, and she had a pang of homesickness that drew a responding growl of distress from Gwarnon.
Moving over to his side, she crawled up onto the bed next to him, then looked over at Chel and patted the other side. “I told my mom about it, and she tried to help me lure him out, but the dog would not budge. I wanted to go in there after him, but my mom said we just had to be patient, and let him know that he could trust us, and that life outside of his den would better than the temporary safety he’d found. We have to convince Gwarnon that the outside world is safe, and a much better place to be than locked in his head.”
While Chel stripped down, she looked down at Gwarnon, pushing back the fear and worry, focusing only on her love for him. The bed dipped behind her and she turned to appreciate the sight of Chel—powerful, sensual Chel—crawling across the blankets to her. His long brown hair was unbound, falling over his shoulder as he positioned himself across from her. She felt so tiny next to them on the bed, and she reached out, marveling that her hand did indeed look petite and feminine against Chel’s large face. She stared at her hand, at her pretty painted nails and the sparkly lotion she’d used that gave her skin a pearlescent shimmer against Chel’s smooth, yet still rough skin. Memories of being teased for having ‘man hands’ in high school and even in the military stirred in the muck at the bottom of her mind.
This time, she could feel Gwarnon’s growl, and tried to force her mind back to happy thoughts.
Focusing only on Chel, she leaned forward and slid her fingers into his hair.
When he went to move, she shook her head and whispered, “We have to lure the dog out with some really good bait.”
Chel groaned as she nipped at his lips and whispered back, “All you have to do to be tempting is breathe, my alyah. I am so hard for you, my cock aches.”
“Good,” she whispered against his mouth, then took a long, slow lick of his softened lips. “I want you so hard you think your dick is going explode. I want to feel your relief when you finally slide inside of me, feel you stroking me, making me clench down on you and massage your shaft.”
Gwarnon shifted restlessly between them, and a little spark of triumph fired through Lacey’s blood.
Her nipples hardened beneath the silken feel of her gown, and she purposely brushed them over Gwarnon’s bare chest as she slowly kissed and explored Chel’s body. He was thoroughly enjoying the attention, his eyes half closed as he watched her, stroking both her and Gwarnon’s body where they touched. Keeping her bond with Gwarnon wide open, she began to lick circles around Chel’s nipple, curious if he was sensitive there. The rush of lust from his side quickly confirmed it, so she lavished attention on his nipples, nipping and licking them until Chel made soft, absolutely pornographic groans that had her wet pussy clenching.
She allowed him to fist her hair, to pull her head back and give her a drugging kiss that seemed to never end. Kissing her mates was perfect, their minds and bodies moving together as if they’d made love a million times. The taste of Chel, the feeling of his hands in her hair and his lust had her wanting to just throw him on his back and find her relief, but she managed to restrain herself. She could feel glimmers of Gwarnon through their bond and let her love and lust for Chel empty into that dark abyss, hoping one drop reached him.
“Chel,” she said via her implant, “what can we do that would drive Gwarnon crazy with lust?”
The mental image he sent her was so erotic she broke their kiss on a gasp, her eyes no doubt as round as her mouth.
Chel laughed hard as he gathered her into his arms, mentally teasing her for being such an innocent.
She nipped his throat, earning a growl of approval. “I’m not that innocent.”
“Mmmhmm,” Chel nipped her back, making her arch and offer her neck to his talented lips.
“Really,” she all but panted. “I’m not.”
“Prove it. Make my vision come true.”
The hint of challenge in his voice, in his spirit, made her own overly competitive side spark to life. “You got it.”