Sam then performed the same maneuver on Logan while Elijah watched.
It went on for a couple of minutes while they took turns kissing Sam until she’d somehow gotten them closer together.
“I want to watch you kiss him,” she whispered in Elijah’s ear.
A jolt of heat speared him. Her words were a sensual seduction, and although he was far more dominant in the bedroom than Sam, he found he wanted to please her by doing as she requested.
Without thinking, Elijah leaned over and pressed his lips to Logan’s. They both hesitated briefly, a brush of lips and nothing more.
Sam shifted, and Elijah felt her hand on the back of his head as though she was holding him in place. It wasn’t necessary because he wasn’t moving away. No, he was rooted to the sofa, to the moment, trying to remember how to breathe.
“Don’t stop,” Logan grumbled, his hand sliding onto Elijah’s thigh.
That single command was enough to have Elijah going in for the kill. He crushed his mouth to Logan’s and gave himself over to the kiss. He let the sensations overwhelm him, the feel of Logan’s firm lips, his tongue, the whiskers on his cheeks. Elijah didn’t hesitate to see whether Logan welcomed him because he didn’t have to. Logan growled low in his throat and pulled Elijah into him.
The kiss was earth-scorching hot, unlike anything Elijah had ever experienced. There was a definite difference between kissing Sam and kissing Logan. Not only because of their gender but also because of their personalities. Sam was generously submissive while Logan was fully dominating. They were at war for supremacy as their tongues dueled, hands groping.
Elijah had no idea how long it went on. It lasted until Sam moaned, her soft, cool hands caressing his back, pulling him out of the moment.
“Christ Almighty,” Logan whispered.
Sam’s eyes were wide as she stared between them, as though she was waiting for one of them to do something.
Elijah wiped his lower lip with his thumb as he met Logan’s gaze again.
Now for the moment of truth.
***
Sam was transfixed by the sight ofLogan and Elijah looking at one another.
It was like watching two hungry wolves who’d gone head-to-head for their meal, and somehow they’d both come out the victor.
“Fuck,” Elijah mumbled, his chest heaving.
That had been…
Unbelievable.
Freaking hot.
Sinful.
Sam wanted to watch them again, wanted to see her men give in to whatever this urge was to devour one another, but she knew better than to make the request. She wasn’t in charge of this, no matter how much she wished that were the case. They had to find common ground for this to move forward. If, in fact, it was going to move forward.
“Enough games,” Logan said, his gaze swinging to Sam.
She wasn’t about to argue, but even if she had been, he gave her no time to do so.
Before she knew what was happening, Logan and Elijah were on their feet. A second later, Logan had her tossed over his shoulder and was marching toward the stairs. She squealed but remained still, not wanting him to drop her on his path to what she hoped was a bedroom.
Seemingly picking one at random, Logan strolled in and tossed Sam to the bed, making her laugh. It died off quickly when Logan stripped off the remainder of his clothes, then reached for her panties and jerked them down her legs. Elijah wasn’t far behind, strolling into the room looking just as dangerous, his eyes flashing with heat.
“Don’t move,” Logan ordered her before looking at Elijah. “Start a fire? I’ll get the lube.”
Sam shivered, but it had nothing to do with the chill in the room and everything to do with what she knew Logan had in store for her.
She held her breath, watched as Logan disappeared into the bathroom and Elijah went over to start a fire in the fireplace in the bedroom. She wasn’t sure they were going to need the added heat just yet, but she wouldn’t complain, especially since the room was almost completely dark now that night was falling.
