I have one hand planted on Evan’s chest, and I curl the fingers of the other around Griffin’s wrist, pinning them both in place. Evan moves to sit up, wrapping his arms around my back. It brings my breasts flush against his bare skin, and I hiss into Griffin’s mouth. He steals the sound and my breath when he nips my bottom lip with the edge of his tooth. I don’t taste blood, but Griffin lets out a prolonged groan, making me think he does as he swipes his tongue over the spot.
The heady feeling of euphoria I experienced with his bite tingles at the base of my spine. I roll my hips against Evan. With one-handed grace that I should probably be concerned about, Evan undoes the latch of my bra, then drags the straps from my shoulders, but he’s pressed so tightly against me, it doesn’t fall away.
Working as a team, the men pull away from me, Griffin from the kiss and Evan to lie on the bed. I flick my gaze between them and let my bra slide the rest of the way down my arms before tossing it to the side. Their gazes are locked on me, and not just on my chest. Griffin’s eyes keep dipping to my neck, the same area he bit, as if he’s transfixed by the spot or wants more. I would totally be okay with that.
“How much do you like these pants?” Evan asks, and I have to take a minute to think about his question.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean would you be upset if I ruined them?” Evan bites his lower lip. “I want them gone, but I don’t want you to move.”
“Uh…” I must be a little tipsy from Griffin’s bite, because I don’t know how to answer. I don’t have a surplus of extra clothes, but I can see the appeal of him getting rid of the pants without me having to move. Then again, I’m not sure how he would even accomplish something like that.
“We’ll buy you more,” Evan offers before I feel his finger tuck into my waistband. A popping sound comes next. With a practiced slowness, he drags his knuckle down the side of my leg, and the pants rend in his wake.
I look down to see my hip and thigh exposed. “You weren’t kidding.”
“Not about getting you naked,” Griffin growls softly into my ear. I watch Evan’s hand as he splits the bottom hem. His fingers are tipped with wicked, curved black nails, and there are small patches of white fur on his hands. I didn’t even realize a partial shift was possible until I saw him do it in my office today.
The other side goes much quicker. I don’t know if he was worried about how I would react to losing the pants or his partial shift, but whatever it was, he seems more confident the second time. With one quick jerk, Griffin tugs my leggings and panties so they’re no longer between Evan and me. I feel a slight burn against my tender flesh, but nothing too bad. “Next time, let’s just get naked before we get in bed,” I murmur.
“I thought I mentioned clothing is always optional.” Griffin’s hand traces up my leg from my ankle, curling around my knee and the side of my thigh, then gliding up still until he reaches my breast. There, he makes a circle just shy of my nipple.
I rake my lidded gaze over his body. “Looks like you still have a lot of work to do then,” I comment, pointing out the fact that he’s still wearing way too many clothes. So is Evan, and he’s only in boxers.
Evan sits up again, and this time when our chests connect, it’s without the barrier of fabric. He’s so very warm. My head falls back when his lips and tongue start exploring my neck and collarbones. Both of his hands are wrapped around my back, enveloping me tightly against him. It’s actually rather hard to focus on both of them at once, every new touch pulling me in a new direction. My eyes keep wanting to fall closed so I can feel everything this moment has to offer, but that means I wouldn’t get to see them, which would be a sin in and of itself.
I tangle my hands in Evan’s long hair. He lets out a huff against my skin, and his hips lift, telling me he likes it. He shifts our positions again, and I have a moment to appreciate Griffin’s large bed when I land on my back. Evan is kneeling between my thighs, grinding against me. His hand is on my breast, and I arch up, loving how he can move me around so effortlessly.
“Lose the shorts,” I tell him, hooking my knees high on his sides.
Evan places his forehead on mine and nibbles my lips. “Unless you’re ready for cubs, I need a condom.”
“Wait, cubs?” The thought of children, possibly shifter children, pulls me from my lusty haze. I am so not ready for kids right now.
Evan grinds his dick right where I need him to be, but those stupid fucking shorts get in the way. “Eventually,” he replies, completely unabashed that he’s talking about children, or cubs, or whatever. My mind isn’t ready to go there.
“I’m on the pill, but maybe doubling up wouldn’t be a bad idea.”
“She’s not fertile,” Griffin announces. I look to the left and find a well and truly naked vampire standing next to the bed. Holy hell!
Where Evan is bulky and oozes strength and virility, Griffin radiates raw, carnal intensity. There isn’t an ounce of flab on him, every muscle is honed and trimmed to perfection. He could make sculptors weep, and he’s looking at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. I let my eyes travel lower, following the lines on the inside of his hips—the ones that make smart girls do stupid things—leading down to his erection.
“Are you sure?” Evan asks, and I can’t even remember the question.
“Huh?”
Griffin chuckles darkly and answers, “I’m positive, but it’s up to her.” I don’t even want to know how Griffin knows I’m not fertile. Okay, so maybe I kind of do, but I’m not asking him now.
Evan pushes one side of his boxers down so I can see the side of his hip. Shoot, why are guys’ hips so damn sexy? He grinds against me again, and just from that little shift of fabric, I can feel the silky skin of the base of his dick against my flesh.
My head falls back to the mattress as he really starts working his hips. Goddamn, I can already imagine what he will feel like inside me. “Get rid of the shorts before I change my mind.” I’m only teasing, there’s no changing my mind.
Evan shifts a little to the right, then quickly to the left, his knees lift, and then he’s back where he belongs between my legs. He slides his hands under my back and lifts me so I’m straddling his thighs. I place my arms over his shoulders, making our lips almost even, and then I lean in for a kiss, but instead of closing my eyes, I look over at Griffin.
Evan rubs his thumb over my nipple, teasing my peak with one hand while the other skims down my side and between my legs. I suck on his tongue when he dips his fingers inside me, but it’s just a small tease before he pulls right back out and uses the same finger to circle my clit.
Using my arms on his shoulders, I lift myself while swiveling my hips, trying to show him I want more than just his hand between my legs. Thankfully, he takes the hint and lines himself up at my entrance. Usually, I’m all for foreplay, but I’m nearly desperate at this point.
