you mean forever?”
Sighing, Abel rose, propping himself up on one elbow and reaching with the other arm to tug her back down. Cain watched, his mental shields mostly back in place. She got a sense of determined watchfulness from him and sensed a crouching beast just beyond her ability to fully see.
“There are enzymes in our saliva that when mixed with your blood connects us. Bind us.”
“ Bind us?”
Okay, that was definitely alarm she was feeling. She wanted to get to know them, explore the sexuality that raged between the three of them. But binding sounded so…against her will. Her hands went to the marks on her neck. They tingled. As if they were alive—a living piece of Cain and Abel added to her flesh. Had she really thought she wanted a man of her own? Had she really made that stupid Christmas wish? If they were right, this couldn’t be undone. Whether she liked them or not, loved them or hated them. And if she did love them… Oh, God. What if they never loved her back? What if it was only chemistry that held them to her? She’d never forgive them for it. Never forgive herself for letting them close enough to destroy the happiness of three people. All for what? Lust? The sexual urges she couldn’t indulge anywhere else?
While she thought, Cain had gotten up and rushed through the shower. He came back to bed, shoved wet hair out of his eyes, and watched her as carefully as Abel did on her other side. Delilah’s chest constricted as she returned his gaze. That quiet watchfulness, the air of command, made her toes curl and her heart thump. She squeezed her eyes shut, knowing she was in real trouble. It wasn’t a matter of could she love him— them —only of matter of how long it took and how hard she fell. The animal awareness that resided deep within her that had kept her alone and lonely and safe for years clamored for escape.
“You have to undo it,” she whispered in desperation. Desperate to flee. Desperate to avoid heartache.
“No.” Cain growled, rolling over on top of her.
She was slick from the earlier orgasms, from Abel’s cum, and Cain’s aggressive action only made her wetter. He entered her in one thrust, with no preamble, not bothering to see if she was ready to accept his body but seeming to understand it would welcome him anyway. She wanted to resist, but her body betrayed her. She felt Cain’s desire for her to stay still, to accept him. Even if she’d found the will to push him away, his gaze held her in place. Dark and possessive, yet showing a vulnerability she’d never guessed him capable of. Something in her reached out, refusing to deny him whatever succor it was he sought.
“Mine.”
He leaned over to once again nibble at the spot on her neck he’d marked earlier, and her body was catapulted into another orgasm. She screamed at the intensity as he powered through the convulsions of her womb. It was as if her body had decided to force him over, too, and then wring every last drop from him. When he did come, it was with a low snarl, not the roar she expected.
“ Mine ,” he whispered again, withdrawing from her body and flopping to the bed beside her.
“Ours,” Abel added not giving her any rest.
He rolled her over, pulled her hips up so she was on knees and elbows. He plunged into her mind at the same time he plunged into her body. She felt everything the wolf felt. The need to possess. The need to dominate. The need to protect. And she realized she would never be able to make herself leave, would never be able to protect her heart.
His fingers found her clit, alternating between soft strokes and hard pulls and then, unbelievably, she was coming again. When the trembles subsided, he released her, and she fell flat on her face against the mattress. She had one thought before oblivion took her. They’re going to kill me. I’ll never survive the sex.
* * * * *
The next morning, Abel dragged himself from the bed. He didn’t want to leave Delilah’s
Sighing, Abel rose, propping himself up on one elbow and reaching with the other arm to tug her back down. Cain watched, his mental shields mostly back in place. She got a sense of determined watchfulness from him and sensed a crouching beast just beyond her ability to fully see.
“There are enzymes in our saliva that when mixed with your blood connects us. Bind us.”
“ Bind us?”
Okay, that was definitely alarm she was feeling. She wanted to get to know them, explore the sexuality that raged between the three of them. But binding sounded so…against her will. Her hands went to the marks on her neck. They tingled. As if they were alive—a living piece of Cain and Abel added to her flesh. Had she really thought she wanted a man of her own? Had she really made that stupid Christmas wish? If they were right, this couldn’t be undone. Whether she liked them or not, loved them or hated them. And if she did love them… Oh, God. What if they never loved her back? What if it was only chemistry that held them to her? She’d never forgive them for it. Never forgive herself for letting them close enough to destroy the happiness of three people. All for what? Lust? The sexual urges she couldn’t indulge anywhere else?
While she thought, Cain had gotten up and rushed through the shower. He came back to bed, shoved wet hair out of his eyes, and watched her as carefully as Abel did on her other side. Delilah’s chest constricted as she returned his gaze. That quiet watchfulness, the air of command, made her toes curl and her heart thump. She squeezed her eyes shut, knowing she was in real trouble. It wasn’t a matter of could she love him— them —only of matter of how long it took and how hard she fell. The animal awareness that resided deep within her that had kept her alone and lonely and safe for years clamored for escape.
“You have to undo it,” she whispered in desperation. Desperate to flee. Desperate to avoid heartache.
“No.” Cain growled, rolling over on top of her.
She was slick from the earlier orgasms, from Abel’s cum, and Cain’s aggressive action only made her wetter. He entered her in one thrust, with no preamble, not bothering to see if she was ready to accept his body but seeming to understand it would welcome him anyway. She wanted to resist, but her body betrayed her. She felt Cain’s desire for her to stay still, to accept him. Even if she’d found the will to push him away, his gaze held her in place. Dark and possessive, yet showing a vulnerability she’d never guessed him capable of. Something in her reached out, refusing to deny him whatever succor it was he sought.
“Mine.”
He leaned over to once again nibble at the spot on her neck he’d marked earlier, and her body was catapulted into another orgasm. She screamed at the intensity as he powered through the convulsions of her womb. It was as if her body had decided to force him over, too, and then wring every last drop from him. When he did come, it was with a low snarl, not the roar she expected.
“ Mine ,” he whispered again, withdrawing from her body and flopping to the bed beside her.
“Ours,” Abel added not giving her any rest.
He rolled her over, pulled her hips up so she was on knees and elbows. He plunged into her mind at the same time he plunged into her body. She felt everything the wolf felt. The need to possess. The need to dominate. The need to protect. And she realized she would never be able to make herself leave, would never be able to protect her heart.
His fingers found her clit, alternating between soft strokes and hard pulls and then, unbelievably, she was coming again. When the trembles subsided, he released her, and she fell flat on her face against the mattress. She had one thought before oblivion took her. They’re going to kill me. I’ll never survive the sex.
* * * * *
The next morning, Abel dragged himself from the bed. He didn’t want to leave Delilah’s
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