Sputtering, I could only kneel there and shake my head at him while Briar laughed like a hyena who’d sucked down a half-pound of sugar. “I-I don’t even know what to say to that.”
“Say yes, so we can get on with the fun,” Briar cackled.
Whipping my head around, I shot him what I hoped was a fierce look, not that it had any effect on him, he just kept on smiling.
“Fine, if that’s the way you two wanna play it, then game on,” I grumbled. “I’ve got one condition though.”
“Anything if it gets someone’s hands back on me again,” Maverick replied.
“You’ll get my tongue as soon as I get what I want,” I told him, and stuck my tongue out at him for good measure.
“I’m with Mav,” Briar said. “You can have whatever you want, however you want it.”
“I want to watch you strip one another, slowly,” I told them. “To a song I’m going to pick out for you.”
Maverick’s tongue poked out, running over his upper lip, that sticky sweet smell of his growing thicker, and I knew exactly what it was. I could feel my lower belly tightening, a warmth spreading through me that I knew was the start of my heat, just like I knew Maverick was on the verge of his kicking in.
Which had to mean.
Oh shit.
I’d never been with an alpha in rut, never even smelled one, until now. That spicy scent rolling off Briar…oh it was about to be on.
Now ‘when you two are ready’, took on yet another meaning.
I was far from being a virgin, but I’d never shared my heat with an alpha. Hell, I didn’t even have any alpha friends I’d wanted to trust in that capacity. I’d rarely even dated any. Had I known, deep down, that none of them were right for me?
Staring at my mates as they climbed to their feet and stood in front of the crackling fireplace, flames dancing behind them, I realized the answer to that wasyes.Something had always held me back. Always made me pick a relationship apart until every nagging, halfway annoying little thing about them was blown completely out of proportion inside my head. Looking up at these two as they waited for me to pick the song, I felt like I’d known them forever, while my heart clenched with fear at the thought of ever letting either of them go.
They could snore the roof off the place, fart like they were hot boxing the bed, hell, they could walk around dripping flourand cookie crumbs everywhere and I knew I’d just laugh, shake my head, and kiss the hell out of them.
Mates.
Yeah. I was starting to get that it was more than just a word. It was destined to be my everything.
I told the smart speaker to playLet’s Get It Onbecause dammit all, I was more than ready to get it on now that they were staring with rapt attention, still and silent like the predators they were. The moment those opening notes hit, Maverick’s eyes widened and that pink tongue poked out again as his shoulders started to sway. Briar was all hips and flowing hair as he started moving around Mav, neither of them reaching for their clothes, or each other’s. Instead, my kitties flipped the script on me as they swayed in my direction.
Stalked was truly more like it.
Graceful, purposeful, sinfully seductive steps accompanied by soulful, if not slightly off-key singing as Briar crooked his finger at me, while Maverick reached for my hand, pulled me in between them. I’d planned to watch them bathed in firelight from my seat in our blanket nest, but holy shit, up close was so much better. My body caught the rhythm as we moved around one another, touching and petting with slow, languid movements.
Briar caught my gaze over Maverick’s shoulder and held it as he reached for the hem of Maverick’s shirt and started easing it up, teasing me with that first strip of skin and smoldering, fuck me eyes.
There was that tongue again. Maverick licked his upper lip and cocked his head to the side as he tipped it back, one of Briar’s finger’s trailing down the column of Maverick’s neck, the other slowly working that shirt up to give me a bit more skin. Briar dragged his hand from Maverick’s neck, down the center of his body, stretching his fingers out so one brushed over hisnipple and made him moan and close his eyes. He never lost his rhythm though, not even when Briar trailed his fingers lower, gripping the hem of his shirt with both hands now to peel it up and over Maverick’s head.
As soon as the shirt was discarded, Maverick lowered his arm, but only enough to hook one behind Briar’s neck, while Briar splayed one hand across his abs as they swiveled their hips in slow circles.
Fucking hell, they were hot moving together that way. This song was forever going to be known as the mating dance. Piece by piece they alternated, Briar’s shirt going next, then Maverick’s sleep pants, which revealed that he was naked underneath. When Maverick slid to his knees in front of Briar and rubbed his face over the bulging front of Briar’s pants, I could tell he was primed and ready to kick things into the claiming stage.
Maverick claimed his underwear right along with his sleep pants, then showed off a flexibility I certainly lacked, when he bent backwards, still on his knees, to spin Briar’s pants over his head like a lasso, before tossing them across the room. I expected Briar to help him back to his feet, not to drop down to his knees beside him, my two naked, beautiful mates slowly beginning to crawl towards me.
The look in their eyes was pure lust. Briar came at me from the right, Maverick from the left, sliding their hands up my legs when they reached me. Peering down at them, I couldn’t wait for them to peel off my sleep pants, hoping they’d both enjoy what I had on underneath. Of course, those two flirty kitties decided to continue the show they’d been putting on for me. First, they met my gaze, then they leaned in to share a filthy kiss, cheeks deliberately brushing over my crotch as they made out, still gripping my pants, holding me in place so I couldn’t do anythingbut feel and run my fingers through their hair, moaning as they broke their kiss.
They yanked my sleep pants down while my head was still reeling, their twin gasps yanking me right back into the moment and their eyes, gleaming, as they stared at what I wore.
“Ohhhh,” Maverick moaned, rubbing his face against the royal purple lace. “Leo, you’ve been holding out on us. How come the only underwear you come out of the bathroom in is boy shorts?”
“Technically, these are boy shorts,” I pointed out, deliberately toying with him even as I continued to pet his hair.
