Beast Brothers 2
“No. It’s not a surprise.” I pick up my bread again and start shredding it. “I’m just … worried.” Afraid of falling in love with both of you. Terrified of you shattering my heart and never even knowing it.
“How about we take things one day at a time?” Lucas says gently. He seems so much mellower tonight, and I remember how calm he was once we got to his apartment that first night. Which means that in his mind, getting back together with me isn’t an if — it’s a when. He doesn’t have any doubts about the ultimate outcome.
If it were just a matter of the sexytimes, he’d be right. But there’s no way I can explain to him what I’m feeling. Nothing freaks a guy out faster than talking about emotions.
31
That’s Our Girl
Zoe
I can’t shut things down between us, like I did after our night together. Too much has changed; they know I want them too, and just as badly. I’ll just have to keep a lock on my feelings and not let them get out of hand.
“One day at a time,” I agree, and the answering gleam of satisfaction in Lucas’s eyes mingles anticipation with my trepidation. If I can follow my own orders — whatever you do, don’t fall in love — seeing more of the Wolf brothers will be worth it.
The conversation moves on to other things, but the mood has shifted. We’re
marking time with our fancy meal, waiting for the main event later on. We don’t even talk about ordering dessert after dinner … it’s already taken care of.
I’m a little surprised when they take me back to my place. I figured they’d want the extra power and control of using one of their apartments. Instead, once we’re inside, I find the twins are not in a conquering state of mind.
Lucas takes my purse from my hand, sets it on the counter, and pulls me gently to him with a hand at the back of my neck. The kiss is deep and drugging, pulling me down into a thick honeyed stream of sensation. And slow, so slow, as if we might take the next year or two to reach the main event.
Alex moves up behind me, cupping my breasts, pinching the nipples lightly as his mouth feasts on my neck. But like Lucas, he’s in no hurry, his movements deliberate, almost languid. Eventually, they turn me in their hold, and Alex takes my mouth while Lucas’s hands wander my body.
I’m already moaning, my blood thick with arousal, the flesh they’re not even touching yet swollen with need. Lucas unzips my dress, following its downward trek with his mouth until he’s kneeling, his tongue making circles at the base of my spine while his hands glide up and down the front of my thighs, sliding under the fabric but never quite reaching where I want them to be.
After living in close quarters with each of them and not being able to touch them, I had imagined myself jumping their bones as soon as we received the “all clear” notice, but as each new sensation tops the last, I find I’m more than happy to follow their leisurely lead.
I shiver with delight as Lucas kisses and licks his way back up, pushes the dress off my shoulders, and skims his mouth over my skin, making bursts of pleasure erupt along my nerve endings. His hands come to my breasts, hefting them on his palms, his fingers teasing my nipples while he sucks on my neck where it meets my shoulder.
He does it in perfect time with Alex, who’s still kissing me, his hands on my hips. My moans get louder until they turn me again, and Alex goes on undressing me while Lucas takes over the kiss. Even though my lips are getting sore, I don’t want them to stop, to ever stop kissing me.
I not only feel safe, and wanted, in their arms. I feel cherished. Is there anything more seductive than the tenderness of a powerful man? Oh yes. Two of them at once.
Alex tugs my dress up to bare my hips, cupping my ass while his lips graze my shoulder. He finds that same sensitive spot his brother did at the junction of neck and shoulder, but on the other side, sucking while his hands squeeze my ass.
Lucas scoops my breasts out of my bra, plucking at my nipples, drawing them out, then doing it again. Alex’s hands travel over my hips to my belly, to the seams where my legs join my body, then back to my ass.
When Lucas breaks the kiss, it’s only for a moment before his hands frame my face and he sips at my mouth like he can’t get enough. “Please,” I say in between kisses.
“What, princess?” Alex says softly.
I’m too turned on to get angry, but the word still bothers me. My head goes back against his shoulder. “I told you, I’m not a princess.”
“We know how hard you work.” Lucas gives me another kiss. “It’s not about that.” And another.
“You’re our princess.” Alex nuzzles my ear, and I groan. “We want to pamper you. Spoil you.”
“Well.” A slow smile spreads across my face. “I can’t argue with that.”
“Good.” Together, they get the dress off me, and then Alex lifts me and carries me to the bedroom.
Like Lucas’s, my bed wasn’t made for triple occupancy, but I know we’ll manage. Alex gets my bra off while Lucas strips, depositing an impressive pile of condoms on my nightstand during the process. Then they switch, Alex getting naked while Lucas kneels to tug my panties down, his mouth so close and yet so far.
Then the covers are down and we’re all in the bed together. I’m sandwiched between them, all of us on our sides, Alex and I facing with Lucas behind me. Alex lifts my leg, pushing it back to drape over his brother’s, and Lucas parts my sodden folds.
“Slippery,” he whispers as he strokes me. “That’s our girl.” Alex flicks his tongue over my nipple while Lucas teases my entrance, then pushes a finger inside me.
32
You Owe Me
Zoe
My hands go to Alex’s head, holding him against me as he suckles with the same slow, studied concentration as he kissed me. And then — I don’t know how they’re coordinating their movements — they ramp up their intensity together, Alex sucking harder while Lucas’s finger pumps in and out of me.