“That’s some damn impressive magic, man,” Luca says.
“Says the Transmogrification genius.”
Saints above, my men are so damn talented.
And I made them both silly scrapbooks.
“Okay, now I don’t want to give you your present,” I say, sulkily.
“Well, no present can top the fox hat you owe me, so don’t feel too bad,” Simon teases as I hand over the small package.
I cringe as he opens the small present and cocks his head, studying the cover where “Simon & Juniper’s Candy Tasting Adventures” appears in a swirly, glittery font. He slowly flips through the pages, some of them pockets and envelopes just like Luca’s scrapbook—where we can tuck in wrappers of our favorites. Each spread has a page for each of us to rate and describe all the amazing candies Simon uncovers for us to try together and… and… it’ssilly.
But apparently not so silly because Simon leans forward, cups my cheeks and kisses me, a slow, lingering kiss that sends heat rushing through me.
“It’s perfect,” he promises, our lips brushing.
A low whine escapes me at the sensual contact, because that’s what it is: intimate and sensual. My perfume of honeyed vanilla and night-blooming jasmine scents the air and Simon draws back sharply.
“What did I do wrong?” he asks quickly, eyes searching mine frantically.
Luca chuckles, sitting back among the pillows and blankets. “Nothing, man. You did everything right.Thatintoxicating scent is her perfume.”
Simon strokes my cheek, eyes wide with awe. “I made you do that? By kissing you?”
“Simon,” I groan. “You’ve nearly made me do it a hundred times. All those almost-kisses…”
“No more almost,” he swears, and captures my mouth in a kiss that lights me up like the colorful Yule lights twinkling above us. I whine into his kiss until his lips part and his tongue meets mine, tentative at first and then teasing.
Oh holy fucking saints. Simon doesn’t kiss like an alpha because he’snotan alpha. His kisses aren’t intended to dominate, to overwhelm. His kiss is the sweetest seduction, and I can’t get enough. Each dance of his tongue against mine is a tantalizing tease that winds need tight in my belly, makes my core clench.
I whimper, desperate for his touch, needing to feel his hands on my body, his fingertips skating over my skin, knowing we’re moving too fast, knowing this is all just right after all those almosts.
But then he passes me into Luca’s arms and Luca kisses me, full of alpha possession and dominance and I mewl, being passed between them making my sex throb.
“She’s so fucking responsive,” Simon groans, and then he’s behind me, his hand cupping the underside of my breast, guided by Luca’s.
Simon hisses in satisfaction as he weighs my breast in his palm. His thumb strokes over my tight nipple through my clothes and I throw my head back, breaking my kiss with Luca only for Simon’s lips to chase mine.
Luca palms my other breast and I let out a low, needy whine, my perfume spiking in the air around us.
“You like us touching you together like this, princess?” Luca growls, his lips at my jaw.
Simon kisses down my neck and I squirm.
“Well, do you, beautiful?” he asks, closing the space between us so I can feel his hardness against the curve of my ass.
“Yes!” I pant, grinding back against Simon.
Simon groans. “I want to see you.”
Luca meets my eyes, his own dark with desire, and arches a single blond brow before his clever fingers drop to the buttons of my blouse. Simon watches us with an intensity that makes my sex throb. His gaze follows Luca’s fingers, taking in every inch of skin my alpha bares to him.
Luca steals a kiss, his tongue brushing against mine, the flick of the cool metal of his tongue stud winding me up. I whine and he drags the blouse down my arms until he can pull it off. He turns me in his arms and drops a kiss where my neck meets my shoulder and I whine for him, my perfume flooding our makeshift nest. He cups my breasts through the thin silk and lace of my bra, thumbing over my nipples until I’m crying out.
Simon drinks me in, his lips parted, and when Luca unhooks my bra and slides it down my arms, baring me to Simon’s scrutiny, his hazel eyes go dark, his pupils blowing wide. “Can I touch?”
“Please,” I breathe.
