Yes.
Louis chuckled against her neck. “Oui, Pierre.”
His finger resumed its slow circling, and Melinda shuddered her relief, chasing it, wanting more.
“Putain, Pierre. She’s so wet. I can’t wait to be inside her.”
Melinda mewled.That’s what I want. Louis inside me.
He slipped his fingers in, first one, then a second. She gasped and squeezed her eyes shut.So good.The rub of his thumb onher clit worked in tandem with the thrust of his fingers, wet sucking sounds mingling with her harsh pants.
“Look at Pierre,bébé.Let him see it all.”
Her eyelids fluttered, but she was too lost in the delicious slide of Louis’ thick fingers against her G-spot, the pressure building in her core and the base of her spine. She was close. Oh, so close.
“Open your eyes, Melinda. Look at me.”
The punch of command in Pierre’s voice had her snapping her eyes open and giving him what he wanted. Those beautiful eyes full of hunger, for her, they captured her, and held her prisoner. Dark shadows swirled in their depths, mesmerizing her, dragging her deeper until she thought she might drown in them and be lost forever.
Her release hit her faster than a bullet train. She clamped down on Louis’ fingers, threw her head back and opened her mouth on a silent scream, her body shuddering through the best orgasm she’d had in…in forever.
She collapsed into a spineless heap, her chest heaving. Louis slipped his fingers free and gathered her close.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, turning her face to kiss her lips, gentle, reverent, as though she were the most precious thing in his world.
Then Pierre was there, cupping her face and taking her mouth in his, taking her deep. Soul deep. She clutched at them both, afraid to let them go. Afraid this moment might end.
Pierre pulled away with a final suck of her bottom lip. “Oui. Beautiful. And all ours.”
Yes, she wanted to be theirs. Here. Now. Between the two of them. Wanted them both in a way that would stay with her, forever imprinted in her memory. Something to warm her. To fantasize over when they were gone, and she was alone again with nothing but her screens, her cat and her work. Somethingthat would ease the emptiness of battery-powered relief. A moment in time where she’d been truly alive.
“Playtime is over,” growled Pierre.
Disappointment burned in her chest. Then Pierre kicked off his shoes, ripped his shirt over his head and dropped his sweatpants.
He stood gloriously naked, his cock jutting out, slick with pre-cum. “Now we fuck.”
Louis tipped her onto the bed. “You thought we were done,bébé?” He chuckled. “Oh, Melinda. We’ve only just started.”
Chapter Twelve
It was over an eight-hour flight to San Francisco, and Louis planned to spend as much of that as he could giving their little mate all the pleasure she could take. He suspected, in her current state of mind, she could take a lot. He was going to make sure, when this night was over, they would’ve imprinted themselves on her so thoroughly Melinda wouldn’t want to, wouldn’t be able to walk away from them. Ever.
The road ahead of them would be a rocky one. They were werewolves. She was human. But that was a hurdle many Langeais wolves would face. It would’ve been easier had she, like Gabriel’s mate, Annabelle, known they were shifters. It wasn’t to be, and Louis wouldn’t change their mate. Not for anything. She was perfect. Except for one little detail. She worked for the enemy.
Unknowingly, but that didn’t change the fact Cordelia, the witch with a vendetta against the Langeais wolves, was her client. And it was their job to track Cordelia down.
Pierre kneeled on the bed in front of her, and Louis thrust thoughts of the witch out of his mind. Tonight was all about Melinda.
With her attention focused on Pierre, he brought his wolf forward enough to extend a claw on each hand, but nothing more. Until she had accepted they were in her life permanently, they couldn’t afford to reveal who—what—they were. Right now, she saw them as a means to an end. An enjoyable way to relievethe stress and the horror of the night. She was going to be in for a surprise,non?
He snagged the white lace band of her panties on either side and ripped through them. She gasped as they dropped.
He gave her a slap on her bare ass. “On your hands and knees,bébé.”
She squealed, but jumped to obey.
Merde.A prettier sight he had never seen. Melinda presenting, her pink pussy all wet and glistening. His loose sweats were too constricting. He was wearing too many fucking clothes. Time to rectify that. He slipped off the bed, toed off his shoes and shucked his shirt and sweatpants, his cock springing free, eager and ready. It had been in this perpetual state since the moment he’d stood outside her door, inviting her to their apartment to taste his nuts.
