Soren stifled a grin of his own as he saw Nina’s cheeks color with a blush. “I can think of a few fantasies I’d love to bring to life with you.” Aedan leaned in close and kissed along the side of Nina’s neck, and Soren felt a low throb of desire at the sight, at the scent of rising mating pheromones in the air between the two of them.
Abruptly, Nina edged away from Aedan, pulling back from both men and looking at each of them for a long, silent moment. “I’m still not sure how I feel about all of this,” she said, biting her bottom lip in a way that made Soren wish he was enough of an animal to just react—without worrying about how she would take it, how it would make her feel. He could remember only too well the utter abandon of her response to him, her reaction to Aedan; the way she had moaned, the look on her face, the taste of her skin under his tongue. Before she had known what they were, when he and Aedan were nothing more than two men who wanted to share her, Nina had come so close to really, truly giving into their desires, to agreeing to give herself to them as their joint mate.
“I promise you, Nina,” Soren said, reaching out slowly to take her hand in his once more. “I swear to you, neither Aedan nor I will ever hurt you. We will never let anyone else hurt you either. If you agree to stay with us and be our mate, we’ll take care of you. We’ll love you. We’ll give you anything you could ever want.” There was a low growl in Aedan’s voice as he spoke, adding his own proviso.
“And if anyone ever tries to take you from us or hurt you, they won’t live long enough to regret it.” Soren watched as Nina shivered slightly.
“While that is certainly…comforting,” Nina said slowly. “It’s a little weird to think of—you killing people.”
Soren smiled slowly.
“You will have to accept that we are half-lions after all,” he told her. “We protect our mates.” Aedan leaned in once more and Soren suppressed the little rush of jealousy that he felt at the sight of the other man nuzzling against Nina’s neck, nipping playfully.
“Even if we could let you leave,” Aedan murmured, his voice full of a purr that Soren could easily recognize, “we can’t let you go now. You’re too delicious. You smell too good. You smell like something that belongs to us.” Soren almost protested—almost interrupted, to tell Aedan to watch his tongue; but he knew that hiding anything more from Nina would just make the situation worse.
“What…” Nina shook her head, shifting away from Aedan slightly. “What do you mean, I smell like something that belongs to you?” she glanced at Soren.
“Your pheromones,” Soren said, taking a deep breath to suppress the bone-deep reaction that the scent of her steadily-increasing arousal gave him. “Your scent. From the moment you met Aedan, and as soon as you walked into the house, we both knew you were perfect for us.” Soren smiled slightly. “You smell good enough to eat, good enough to devour whole. It’s pretty rare that a woman—especially a human—could appeal to two lions at the same time.”
“I’m thrilled,” Nina said, her voice slightly sarcastic. She glanced at them both, wariness still in her dark eyes. “What do I smell like?”
“My mum’s baking—the good stuff,” Aedan told her, rubbing against her neck and shoulder. Soren moved closer to Nina, leaning in to breathe in her scent more closely. He shuddered, letting out a breath with a little purr, almost a growl, as her spicy-sweet smell filled his nose.
“Sweet,” Soren murmured, dragging his lips along the line of her neck. He shifted, sniffing along the back of her neck—that most intimate of places for any lion. “Spicy, warm. Clove and cinnamon and pepper, vanilla and honey.” He nipped playfully and Nina made a sound, between a surprised yelp and a moan, her trembling deepening. “That’s how you smell to me.”
“That’s—I can definitely see
Abruptly, Nina edged away from Aedan, pulling back from both men and looking at each of them for a long, silent moment. “I’m still not sure how I feel about all of this,” she said, biting her bottom lip in a way that made Soren wish he was enough of an animal to just react—without worrying about how she would take it, how it would make her feel. He could remember only too well the utter abandon of her response to him, her reaction to Aedan; the way she had moaned, the look on her face, the taste of her skin under his tongue. Before she had known what they were, when he and Aedan were nothing more than two men who wanted to share her, Nina had come so close to really, truly giving into their desires, to agreeing to give herself to them as their joint mate.
“I promise you, Nina,” Soren said, reaching out slowly to take her hand in his once more. “I swear to you, neither Aedan nor I will ever hurt you. We will never let anyone else hurt you either. If you agree to stay with us and be our mate, we’ll take care of you. We’ll love you. We’ll give you anything you could ever want.” There was a low growl in Aedan’s voice as he spoke, adding his own proviso.
“And if anyone ever tries to take you from us or hurt you, they won’t live long enough to regret it.” Soren watched as Nina shivered slightly.
“While that is certainly…comforting,” Nina said slowly. “It’s a little weird to think of—you killing people.”
Soren smiled slowly.
“You will have to accept that we are half-lions after all,” he told her. “We protect our mates.” Aedan leaned in once more and Soren suppressed the little rush of jealousy that he felt at the sight of the other man nuzzling against Nina’s neck, nipping playfully.
“Even if we could let you leave,” Aedan murmured, his voice full of a purr that Soren could easily recognize, “we can’t let you go now. You’re too delicious. You smell too good. You smell like something that belongs to us.” Soren almost protested—almost interrupted, to tell Aedan to watch his tongue; but he knew that hiding anything more from Nina would just make the situation worse.
“What…” Nina shook her head, shifting away from Aedan slightly. “What do you mean, I smell like something that belongs to you?” she glanced at Soren.
“Your pheromones,” Soren said, taking a deep breath to suppress the bone-deep reaction that the scent of her steadily-increasing arousal gave him. “Your scent. From the moment you met Aedan, and as soon as you walked into the house, we both knew you were perfect for us.” Soren smiled slightly. “You smell good enough to eat, good enough to devour whole. It’s pretty rare that a woman—especially a human—could appeal to two lions at the same time.”
“I’m thrilled,” Nina said, her voice slightly sarcastic. She glanced at them both, wariness still in her dark eyes. “What do I smell like?”
“My mum’s baking—the good stuff,” Aedan told her, rubbing against her neck and shoulder. Soren moved closer to Nina, leaning in to breathe in her scent more closely. He shuddered, letting out a breath with a little purr, almost a growl, as her spicy-sweet smell filled his nose.
“Sweet,” Soren murmured, dragging his lips along the line of her neck. He shifted, sniffing along the back of her neck—that most intimate of places for any lion. “Spicy, warm. Clove and cinnamon and pepper, vanilla and honey.” He nipped playfully and Nina made a sound, between a surprised yelp and a moan, her trembling deepening. “That’s how you smell to me.”
“That’s—I can definitely see
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