The Power of Three
as he stared down
at the male.
    “ The kissing experiment. The line
starts here.”
    Esca looked ahead and saw Soreya
standing at the head of a queue of males; Dr. Mayek was at her
side, and Bev, who was supposed to be looking after his mate, was keeping the line in order.
Soreya was smiling and talking to each man who approached her and
then kissing him…
    Esca growled low in his throat and the man
stepped away from him. He tried to catch Soreya’s eye, but Bev saw
him first and waved before coming down the line.
    “ What the hell is going on?” Esca
muttered.
    “ Ash asked us to talk to
Soreya.”
    “ This isn’t talking .”
    “ It’s an experiment.”
    “ Which wasn’t quite what Ash
intended.”
    “ Ash is an idiot. This is far more
pertinent to the problem.”
    “ And if I don’t like seeing other males
kiss my mate?”
    “ Then stay in line and show her the
difference.” Bev winked at him. “I’ll make sure you’re
last.”
    “ Thanks for nothing.”
    Bev just laughed and sashayed away. He had to
watch three more men touch his female before he was standing in
front of her.
    “ Private Lang.”
    She blinked up at him. “Oh frek .”
    “ May I help you with your
experiment?”
    He didn’t wait for her to acquiesce, but
yanked her into his arms and kissed her with everything he had. She
moaned something unintelligible and wrapped herself around him. He
was aware of shouts and cheers, but he didn’t care, his focus on
proving his point to the woman in his arms. He dragged her even
closer so that she could feel every dangerous, possessive inch of
him.
    Eventually, he wrenched his mouth away and
stared down at her. “Well, Lang?”
    “ I’d like to go home now.”
    “ And why is that?”
    She cupped his jaw. “Because I think I’ve
come to a scientific conclusion.”
    He tightened his grip on her. “Good to know.”
He nodded at Bev and Dr. Mayek. “Good night ladies. I’m sure Ash
will be in touch.”
    Without waiting for Soreya to offer her
drinking companions, or her conquests, more than a quick wave, Esca
marched her out of the club and into Ash’s waiting limo. As soon as
the door shut, he picked her up and sat her on his lap.
    “ Don’t do that again, Lang.”
    “ What?”
    “ Like you don’t know.” He glowered at
her. “Just don’t do it, or I’ll kiss your ass with the palm of my
hand.”
    Her eyes narrowed. “It was a perfectly
legitimate experiment.”
    He glared right back at her. “It freking was
not.”
    She held his gaze and then slowly licked her
lips. His hand clamped down on her ass and pulled her tight against
the hard length of his dick.
    “ If you want to kiss something, Lang, I
have plenty of options for you.”
    He nipped her lip and she shuddered and
squirmed against him, which did nothing to ease his raging hard-on.
Reaching between them, he undid her uniform pants and shoved his
hand down inside her panties, cupping her sex.
    “ You’re wet.”
    “ Kissing fifteen men will do that for a
female.”
    He thrust two fingers inside her. “Liar, that
was kissing me. I’m the only one who makes you wet.”
    She started to move against him, and he
groaned and planted his thumb on her clit until she came around his
fingers. His mouth clashed with hers, and she kissed him until he
wanted to come in his pants like a kid. He realized the limo had
stopped moving.
    “ Wait .” He
pulled away from her. “Let’s take this inside.”
    He forced himself to rebutton her pants and
lift her off him. She smoothed down her hair and opened the door,
leaving him to follow her out like a lovesick idiot, which was what
he was. He wasn’t ashamed of it. He kept his gaze on the sway of
her ass as she walked in front of him.
    She kept walking right into her suite and he
followed her, stripping off his clothes as he went. When she turned
around, he was already naked, one hand wrapped around his cock. He
smiled at her.
    “ Perhaps you’d like to start by

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