well.
She licked her lips nervously this
time, her soft, moist tongue teasing him. His hunger raged, a fire
burning to be quenched by her alone.
Slipping his hands possessively behind
her slender back, he leaned down and pulled her into him. The tips
of her nipples grated against his flesh. “I’m going to kiss you,”
he warned on a growl before crushing his lips against hers in a
fiery explosion of raw, primitive need.
Her full lips were soft and pliable as
he greedily pushed his tongue past them, eager to lick every inch
of her. She tasted like warm honey and everything sweet in life.
Selena gripped his waist frantically as he deepened the kiss,
exploring the depths of her delicious mouth with unmatched
fervor.
Every inch of her fit perfectly against
him, leaving no doubt in his mind she belonged to him—or would soon
enough. Her pulse pounded in her chest, beating in rapid synchrony
with his. All his senses focused on her as he ravaged that
delicious mouth, thankful Cory had left it untouched for him to
discover first. Though he knew the other wolf had been tempted. Her
arousal cloaked them, as his hands trailed over smooth, bare
curves.
The air shifted suddenly and he felt
Cory’s solid presence a moment before the other man placed his
roughened hands on his shoulders. The familiar touch shocked him
from his insatiable hunger allowing control to temporarily
reestablish.
On a growl he pulled away from the
sensual poison of her lips and drew a ragged breath. Her satisfied
sigh filled the silent air before Cory’s smooth voice wrapped
around them.
“I can leave you two be.”
He shivered as Cory’s fingers weaved
down his spine and over his ass but turned to reach for his lover’s
hand before he could walk away. “No, stay.” He stated much like his
plea to Selena only moments ago.
Cory, however, wasn’t drugged by the
mating pull. He cupped his hand on Zane’s shoulder and pushed him
lightly away as he shook his head to decline. “She’s not
ready.”
“Ready for what?” Selena whispered as
she slipped her hand out of his. A noxious fear, similar to the one
they had tracked her by last night, filled the space between
them.
Groaning, he raked a hand through his
short hair before blowing out a frustrated sigh. This was just
fucking purr-fect. Stepping slowly toward Selena, he bit back an
agitated growl when she backed further away until bumping into the
bed once more. He stopped, both seeing the fear in her widened
green eyes and sensing her sudden tension.
Zane retraced his steps back to Cory,
horrified his mate could possibly fear him. Cory smoothed a hand
over the small of his back, not nearly enough to compensate. The
notion sickened his stomach as Selena repeated louder now, “Ready
for what, Zane?”
She grabbed the nearest piece of
clothing—his oversized t-shirt—and threw it over her tempting body.
“What’s Cory talking about?” she demanded, her anger masking any
lingering desire. Not that he scented any.
Zane sensed Cory’s solid presence
beside him, steady but doubtful. Selena needed the truth in its
entirety right from the beginning. But evidently giving it to her
meant he needed to convince both his mates it would
succeed.
Failure and the resulting downfall of
the Pack was not an option for him.
“You have nothing to be afraid of,
Selena. I promise you can trust me.”
Green eyes closed momentarily as a soft
breath escaped her full lips. Lips still swollen from his harsh,
demanding kiss. Lips not nearly explored enough. She opened her
vibrant eyes and stared at him through partially lowered, long
lashes. “I trust you some. You saved my life last
night.”
The fear dissipated into the air a bit.
Good. Of course she didn’t know—yet—that his sole purpose was to
bring her pleasure, but his wolf might have tore from its cage had
she continued to be frightened of him.
Turning, he reached for Cory’s receding
hand. The other dominant male shook his head, his shoulder