Desired (Two Marks 2)

“I hear you.”

I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. “Good. I’ll call you again soon, and we’ll talk more.”

14

NASH

Cord led Rachel into his house. While my wolf didn’t understand what a marriage license meant, it preened with satisfaction because it somehow knew we were connected. It also prowled because our mate was with us. Unclaimed. Her sweet scent was like a drug. I needed it in my nostrils, on my skin. Coating my dick. I wanted her flavor on my tongue. And I wanted my mark on her. I knew many left it on the place where the shoulder and neck met.

For some reason, I wanted to see mine on the delicate skin on the inside of her thigh. I’d be careful of her artery there, but knowing every time I settled in to lick and eat her pussy, I’d see my claim…

My dick hardened thinking about it. My mouth watered, craving her taste.

“Now what?” Rachel asked, suddenly shy. She looked everywhere but at me.

Was she doubting the marriage? Me?

“Now, we take you again,” Cord said, reaching up to carefully slide her hair tie from her ponytail.

“Because I married Nash?” she asked.

I glanced at Cord and from the dark look in his eyes, I knew he was waiting for me to join in.

“No,” he said. “Because I’ve been thinking about it ever since we left the house this morning.”

He tugged the hem of her diner t-shirt up, and Rachel raised her arms.

She wore a different bra today. It was black and lacy but had straps that did absolutely nothing except make my dick punch against my jeans. While it seemed to have those underwire things, the lace didn’t even cover the bottom curve of her tits.

“Fuck me,” I breathed, staring. “You’ve had that on all day?”

Cord growled. “Hell, we’d have never left the house.”

I moved closer, unable to resist touching her. I ran a finger over the lace and watched her nipple harden beneath the delicate fabric. Those lush mounds jiggled with the way she was panting.

“Do the panties match?” Cord asked. His gaze tipped down as he took in his fill of her body.

“Always. They always have to match,” she said, and I remembered she’d told us this before.

Cord worked the button on her jeans, then knelt down to slide them off her legs. He remained on his knees before her once he had her stripped down to that sexy set she had on.

I plucked at one of those useless but sexy-as-fuck straps on her bra. Gave it a little tug. It ripped at the top, and I held it in my fingers. “Oops,” I said, then let it drop so it dangled. The little bit that was broken was fucking killing me. As if she was already slightly mussed.

“You will not rip all my pretty things,” she scolded, although when it came out in such a breathy way, the sting of it was lessened. Especially since Cord’s hands were caressing her legs from ankle to hip.

“I’m not sure if I can help it,” I admitted. Her gaze lifted to meet mine. “I need you so badly. I’m going to be rough.”

There, I had told her. I’d warned her. If I could rip sexy lingerie with a little twist of my fingers, I could hurt her.

“I like it rough,” she countered, tipping her chin up.

My wolf practically howled. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“Because I was a virgin until yesterday? I told you. I never had a dick in me. That’s it. It doesn't mean I’m clueless. I like it rough. With both of you. And if you can’t help ruining my lingerie, then take it off.”

Cord huffed out a laugh. “My pleasure, beautiful.” His fingers hooked into the strappy sides of her panties and slid them down. When they were pooled around her ankles, she lifted one foot, then the other, and he flicked the black lace away. “Look at this pretty pussy. It belongs to me and Nash, doesn’t it?”

I watched as he leaned in, licked her.

She gasped and instinctively stepped wide.

Carefully, I unhooked her bra, let it slide down, and snagged it to drop it to the floor and not on Cord’s head.

She gasped and settled her hands into Cord’s dark hair. Watching our mate, naked and getting eaten out was sweet, gorgeous torture. I undid my jeans, slid down the zipper to give my dick some room.

“Nash, you need a taste of this.” Grasping her hips, Cord turned her so she faced away from me. He shifted so he was eating her out again.

I stared at that pert ass and knew what he was offering. I settled on my knees so she had her mates front and back, and I placed my hands on those perfect globes. Parting them.

I’d never had anal sex before. I’d thought it was fucking hot, but had never gotten there. Since sex had always been to burn off excess energy and restless need after a full moon run, it had been nature driving me. My baser needs to fuck had made it vanilla.