sensitive.
His big hands slid down her waist to her thighs. “Oh.” That felt so good. When he pressed the thick seam of his fly into her back, Falon moaned and arched. Her nipples dug into Lucien’s slick chest and her ass rubbed against Rafael’s erection.
That neither one of them pulled her away from the other thrilled her. Was there hope? Her knees shook. If they were not on either side of her she would crumple to the floor. Lucien’s arm tightened around her waist as Rafael’s teeth sunk into the sensitive place where her neck and shoulder met.
Her lips parted as a deep sigh escaped and Lucien caught them in his. Surrendering to Lucien, Falon pressed her head into the crook of Rafa’s neck while Lucien plundered her with his tongue.
Rafael growled, his patience pushed to its limit. Fear skittered along Falon’s spine but the excitement of being in both men’s arms at the same time overrode her caution. She was so hot for them, she was soaked and shaking.
She was playing with fire, and if she didn’t back down now there was going to be a catastrophic explosion. If there were any hope that they would see her way, it would have to be in incremental steps. That they had progressed this far and the brothers were just now on the verge of tearing each other apart was progress.
Falon’s fingers snaked into Lucien’s wild hair and pulled him harder against her lips as her other hand fisted Rafael’s hair.
Tearing her lips from Lucien’s was probably one of the hardest things Falon had ever done in her life. Her body was on fire, every molecule flaring with white-hot need. Rafe snarled and grabbed Falon from Lucien’s arms. Spinning her around, he shook her. “Is this what you want, Falon? Us fighting over you like dogs?”
“No—I—” Falon tried to shake the lust-induced fog from her head but she couldn’t shake it all. “Please, Rafe,” she said hoarsely. “Don’t be mad at me.”
His deep aqua eyes burned like green flames. “You don’t make anything easy, Falon.”
Though it nearly killed her to do so, somehow, Falon found the strength to maneuver out of Rafael’s arms.
Shaking her head, she smoothed down the wrinkled fabric of the dress she had found in the closet. Nervously she stepped backward until her back hit a wall. Like the wolves they were, Lucien and his brother smelled her weakness for them and circled in front of her, waiting for their moment to exploit it. It made her nervous, and afraid of what these two men who she loved and trusted could do to her in the heat of passion when they both wanted her at the same time in the same place.
It would be a bloodbath.
“I don’t want either of you,” she blurt out.
Her words stopped them cold in their tracks.
Simultaneously their brows drew together and their eyes narrowed.
“You’re a lousy liar, Falon,” Rafael said.
“I don’t want either one of you, if I can’t have both of you,” she stated, her words bolstering her resolve and at the same time cooling the heat in her body. Smoothing her damp hands down the skirt of the dress, Falon pushed off the wall, her will returning in slow drips. “So I will have neither of you.” There, she said it. And she meant it.
She slid her hand down to her belly. “In less than nine months we’ll know who fathered this babe, and he will be allowed to raise his child, but it will be the only child I ever bear.” She drew in a deep breath and slowly exhaled. The identical shocked looks on their faces would have made a lesser woman laugh at the absurdity of these two mighty alphas left speechless. “Until then, we will travel together to find the sword. Because we are stronger together than separate, we must stay together through the rising.” She smiled wanly, feeling no victory. “As long as we are together, Fenrir cannot harm us.”
Falon inhaled again and exhaled. “I’m sorry for asking such a thing from either of you. It was selfish of me to even consider it.”
His big hands slid down her waist to her thighs. “Oh.” That felt so good. When he pressed the thick seam of his fly into her back, Falon moaned and arched. Her nipples dug into Lucien’s slick chest and her ass rubbed against Rafael’s erection.
That neither one of them pulled her away from the other thrilled her. Was there hope? Her knees shook. If they were not on either side of her she would crumple to the floor. Lucien’s arm tightened around her waist as Rafael’s teeth sunk into the sensitive place where her neck and shoulder met.
Her lips parted as a deep sigh escaped and Lucien caught them in his. Surrendering to Lucien, Falon pressed her head into the crook of Rafa’s neck while Lucien plundered her with his tongue.
Rafael growled, his patience pushed to its limit. Fear skittered along Falon’s spine but the excitement of being in both men’s arms at the same time overrode her caution. She was so hot for them, she was soaked and shaking.
She was playing with fire, and if she didn’t back down now there was going to be a catastrophic explosion. If there were any hope that they would see her way, it would have to be in incremental steps. That they had progressed this far and the brothers were just now on the verge of tearing each other apart was progress.
Falon’s fingers snaked into Lucien’s wild hair and pulled him harder against her lips as her other hand fisted Rafael’s hair.
Tearing her lips from Lucien’s was probably one of the hardest things Falon had ever done in her life. Her body was on fire, every molecule flaring with white-hot need. Rafe snarled and grabbed Falon from Lucien’s arms. Spinning her around, he shook her. “Is this what you want, Falon? Us fighting over you like dogs?”
“No—I—” Falon tried to shake the lust-induced fog from her head but she couldn’t shake it all. “Please, Rafe,” she said hoarsely. “Don’t be mad at me.”
His deep aqua eyes burned like green flames. “You don’t make anything easy, Falon.”
Though it nearly killed her to do so, somehow, Falon found the strength to maneuver out of Rafael’s arms.
Shaking her head, she smoothed down the wrinkled fabric of the dress she had found in the closet. Nervously she stepped backward until her back hit a wall. Like the wolves they were, Lucien and his brother smelled her weakness for them and circled in front of her, waiting for their moment to exploit it. It made her nervous, and afraid of what these two men who she loved and trusted could do to her in the heat of passion when they both wanted her at the same time in the same place.
It would be a bloodbath.
“I don’t want either of you,” she blurt out.
Her words stopped them cold in their tracks.
Simultaneously their brows drew together and their eyes narrowed.
“You’re a lousy liar, Falon,” Rafael said.
“I don’t want either one of you, if I can’t have both of you,” she stated, her words bolstering her resolve and at the same time cooling the heat in her body. Smoothing her damp hands down the skirt of the dress, Falon pushed off the wall, her will returning in slow drips. “So I will have neither of you.” There, she said it. And she meant it.
She slid her hand down to her belly. “In less than nine months we’ll know who fathered this babe, and he will be allowed to raise his child, but it will be the only child I ever bear.” She drew in a deep breath and slowly exhaled. The identical shocked looks on their faces would have made a lesser woman laugh at the absurdity of these two mighty alphas left speechless. “Until then, we will travel together to find the sword. Because we are stronger together than separate, we must stay together through the rising.” She smiled wanly, feeling no victory. “As long as we are together, Fenrir cannot harm us.”
Falon inhaled again and exhaled. “I’m sorry for asking such a thing from either of you. It was selfish of me to even consider it.”
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