My hands resumed their exploration of her, at the same time her touch needily roamed my chest. Slipping both hands into my pants on her, I squeezed her ass, pulling her cheeks apart slightly.
“If he was here with us, right now, would you want him to touch you like this?”
A half-moan, half-gasp escaped her. I fucking loved it when Natasha moaned like that. “Yes.”
“Would you want him here with us?”
Her passion-filled eyes opened with the question, and she swallowed, nodding.
“Do you want D to hear us while I make love to you?”
“Yes,” she whimpered against my mouth, overcome by the way she felt for us, even when she hadn’t begun to understand the true depth of it.
Fuck, she was perfect.
“Did you get wet for him?” I asked, knowing D was listening to us, and I could feel how fucking aroused he was through the connecting darkness.
“So wet,” she whimpered in my ear as I began to nibble on her neck. “I’m even more wet now with you.”
“Mmm, I want to feel it…” My finger slipped between her parted cheeks, realizing she was drenched before I even got to her heated entrance. “Fuck, Natasha,” I groaned. “You are so fucking drenched for us.”
Another whimper left her when my finger circled her entrance before slipping inside her—gliding like a dream.
D’s groan filtered back in response.
“Take them off,” she begged, my darkness immediately answering her plea and vanishing the pants too—both hers and mine.
Her hands immediately wrapped around my heated shaft, beginning to stroke me. “You are so hard.”
“As hard as D was?” I asked, bringing him back between us.
“He looked just as hard, and I wanted to stroke him so badly,” she admitted. When her eyelids lifted again, her beautiful silverish-blue eyes were drunk with desire.
“Did you fantasize about him?”
“My wolf did.” Her hips lifted off the bed, and she rubbed her drenched skin against my hardness, making it hard to think.
“What did she show you?” I groaned, desperate to taste her, beginning to lower myself on her body. “Tell me, I want to know…” I whispered against her puckered nipple.
My mouth closed over it, sucking it hard before moving to her other breast to give it the same attention.
“He pulled me up onto the bathroom counter!” Natasha moaned as my teeth grazed her nipples. “Parted my legs and slid inside me.”
The tip of my tongue slid along her ribs and stomach, watching her squirm under me as I reached her belly button. I loved teasing her senses as I inched lower, and lower until her hips lifted to meet my mouth. I pulled back, pressing her knees to the mattress on each side, and I admired her delicious, delicate, glistening skin.
“Please…” she panted, ravished with want.
I took a moment to glance up at her. Natasha looked gorgeous in the throes of passion.
Lifting myself for a moment, I placed a gentle kiss on her lips. “If you want me to stop mentioning him, I will,” I offered, not wanting to make her do anything she didn’t want simply because she was aroused with me. “Just tell me you don’t want him, and it will be just the two of?—"
“No,” she whimpered, holding my gaze even as her cheeks became impossibly flushed. “She likes it. Please don’t stop.”
And by she, Natasha meant her wolf, which made me smirk fully.
“Are you sure you want him with us this way?” I needed to make sure since her wolf was in such wild heat, I didn’t want that to force her either.
“Yes, I want this too. Please, Dante, don’t stop.” She rubbed her sleek center against my hard length and that was enough thinking for me.
