“Okay, now,” I immediately interrupted. “Let me beveryclear about this. Because I may willingly share you with D and Hannes, but let any other motherfucker try to touch you and I swear to the Goddess, I’ll make theTwilightconsume them so fast they will never even know they stopped existing.”
Laughter erupted from her, while I chuckled, fully enjoying the way our bodies moved together with the gesture.
“I’m serious, Natasha,” I confessed. “I would kill anyone else who dared to touch you.”
“I know,” she whispered, the weight of accepted truths dancing in her eyes.
It was at that moment that I knew she truly loved me for exactly who I was, darkness and all.
“But please try not to kill anyone else. For me?”
Smirking, I claimed her mouth again, hard yet soft, the way I loved to do. “I’ll try, but I can’t promise anything.”
Her grin mixed with our kisses but never stopped them.
It occurred to me then that D was probably torturing himself by thinking Natasha was terrified of him, and that was thereason she ran away. Using the shadows to connect us, I slipped into his mind.
“It wasn’t you… She heard her wolf speak for the first time in her life and it freaked her out.”A wave of relief filtered through the shadows, and I was glad I’d reached him.“Her wolf claimed you, D, and that is what made her runaway… I mean, she was scared by the fangs too, so keep it together, dude. Soon… Now, I’m going to taste her sweet, sweet wetness because you still can’t.”
I smirked to myself feeling him flip me off, but I centered all of my attention on Natasha. My hand slowly lowered along her chest, immediately intensifying her breaths in anticipation of my touch, and capturing her in my sensual haze. I cupped her breast, massaging it just the way she liked.
However, I let my connection to D open, so the echoes of us would reach him through the shadows. What could I say? I was feeling generous. The truth was, I wanted him with us, even if it was this way for now…
“Did you like seeing D naked?” I asked, leaning down to her neck, and caressing it with my tongue, more interested in her answer than she could imagine.
“Yes,” Natasha breathed.
“Did you enjoy touching his body?”
“Yes!” she moaned when I squeezed her nipple.
Her nipples had been hard since she arrived from being with D. Her pulse was still accelerated, and I had the sneaking suspicion that she was wet for him. The knowledge of her reacting that way when she was with him, aroused me to no end, and I needed her to know it.
“I love that you feel that way with D,” I murmured against her ear, my length jerking and hardening. “Hearing you confess that makes me so hard.” I shifted my body to lay on top of hers, her legs immediately wrapping around my hips. Pressingmy hardness to her center, I let her feel me, relishing the sweet whimper of need that left her mouth. “Do you like that I get hard hearing about you and D?”
“I do,” she admitted, her cheeks flushing red once more. The sight made me want to devour her body.
“Did you get aroused when he kissed you?”
Natasha moaned in response, rubbing against my hardness, and I closed my mouth over hers, claiming her lips again. I wished I’d been there to see him kiss her, to feel her center pulsing under my touch as I made her come in his arms. My body itched for the day when we were both with her.
Soon…
Fuck. I wanted to be inside her so badly. I missed the feeling of her.
“Did D get hard with your touch?” I asked, glancing down at her, though her eyes were closed. The expression on her face and the way she slightly shivered, reflected how much she loved her naked breasts pressed against my chest, while my fingertips trailed the length of her ribs.
Frankly, I knew she’d enjoyed tracing his tattoo just like she did mine, but I was also certain of what her touch could do to us.
“He was so hard,” she whimpered, her thighs closing tightly around me in response to the memory.
“Did you want to feel him like that?”
“So badly,” she confessed, making me kiss her again—because fuck.
“Did you touch him?”
“Almost…”
