Love.Though we haven’t said it to each other yet, I know it’s true. I love him, and he loves me.
Pressing my lips together, I pad down the hallway toward his room at the Leclerc estate, then gently knock at the slightly ajar door. He’s at the door in an instant and must scent my desire because he instantly pulls me into his room, closes the door behind us, backs me up against it and kisses me until I’m breathless. He must smell Ian on me, but still, he kisses me. Still, he boxes me in against the door and kisses down my jaw until I moan.
I breathe out his name, which only incenses him.
“Is this what you came for?”
His kisses make me so dizzy I practically forget my purpose in coming to him.
I ease out of his arms and pace into his room. “Actually… um. I wanted to invite you to my nest with… with my pack.”
Marcus smirks, the glint in his gray-green eyes sending desire down to my core. “Juniper,” he asks slowly, “are you inviting me to join you and your pack in making you come so many times your voice will give out for all the screaming you’ll be doing?”
My eyes go wide at his words. “I… I suppose I am. But only if you want to. I know packs can be a lot, and?—”
“I want to,” he answers without hesitation.
“You do?”
“Juniper, if you had any idea how many times I’ve very, very vividly imagined your pack pleasuring you, there’d be no doubt in your mind about my desires.”
My eyes go wide. “You’ve thought about that? You don’t mind… sharing?”
“Not at all. You’re mine, but you’re theirs too. And I love that you have them. They’re good men.”
“But… but this is different. There’s going to be a lot of… nakedness.”
“Do you think that’ll bother me when I’m between your thighs or your pretty lips?”
Saints, this man.
I perfume for him, and he grins his delicious, sensual grin I know is just for me.
“But the downtime.”
“I’m not supposed to love watching you come your brains out while I stroke my?—”
I cover his mouth with my hands, my cheeks heating. Saints, Marcus ison board. “Have you thought about it when, you know…?” I uncover his mouth, blushing furiously.
“Don’t blush, sweet-tart. You have no reason to. Do youmean when I’m in bed alone, my cock in my hand? Saints, yes. Juniper, I’d love to join you.”
He backs me against the door again, and my scent sweetens even further.
“But I’m not going to make love to you tonight. When I fuck and knot you for the first time, we’ll be alone, and I’ll take my time.”
I groan out my need.
“That doesn’t mean I’m not going to pleasure you. Do you understand? The number of times I’ve thought about making you come for me… innumerable.”
I nod my head vigorously. I’m loving this earnest, dirty version of Marcus more than I thought possible. How long have I waited to have his hands on my body? Far too long.
He grasps my hand and leads me to my nest.
“I’ve brought our girl,” he announces.
I stumble, but Luca is there, kissing away my worries and drawing me into my nest. He and Simon slowly strip off my clothes, Marcus watching with breathless anticipation. When I’m fully bare, Luca gives me the little push I need to go right into Marcus’ arms.
“You’re perfect,” he murmurs against my jaw before kissing me. He deepens the kiss as I wrap my arms around his neck, my breasts pressing into his front. He breaks our kiss only to yank off his shirt before drawing me back against him, his skin hot against my own. He presses a hand between us to grasp my breast, thumbing over my nipple.
