hand on his shoulder. "I'll leave you to it."
To say she was startled was an understatement. She literally felt her jaw drop—and she'd thought that only happened in movies. How hackneyed!
Ah well, as the old saying went, in for a penny, in for a pound. She started to speak before Sebastian could reach the door. "On the way back, we were…" She hesitated again. Could she really admit to the next bit? Sebastian's silent laughter, the way his whole body shook as he watched his brother's reaction, gave her the courage to continue.
"I've never participated in a ménage before," she said sweetly. "Three men. And me."
That shut them up, she saw with grim satisfaction. She wasn't the only one whose jaw could fall open in shock.
Too late, she realised what she'd just admitted to.
Oh.
My.
God.
Sebastian recovered the fastest, turning towards the door but no longer trying to hide his amusement.
His eyes were sparkling. "My darling," he said. "I only wish."
Sebastian turned to Nate, "She's all yours." Then he was gone, and the room was strangely quiet. Just the sound of Nate's ragged breathing close to her ear, his breath fluttering the fine hairs and reminding her what his mouth felt like on other, more intimate, parts of her body. She hastily made herself concentrate on something else.
Nate. But not his tongue.
She may have been imagining it, but she was pretty sure that was a flush of color making its way up his neck and across his face.
"What he means," he said, his face hidden somewhere in her neck, " is that we did not …um… have sex last night." He hurried on. "As a group, or otherwise."
Was he embarrassed? She sneaked a peek from under her eyelashes.
He was!
Gina felt like crowing aloud. After everything they'd done, and after all the things he'd whispered in her ear while he was fucking her senseless the night before, he was embarrassed by the idea of
sharing her!
Mind you, it was quite possibly all those things he'd told her he wanted to do to her that had made her dreams quite so… X-rated. She wasn't exactly the sort of girl who'd come up with those ideas by herself!
"And the rest of it?" she asked, sure now he was going to tell her she'd imagined the lot. After all, a ménage was a lot more likely than him being a werewolf!
He straightened, sitting up until he was looking right into her eyes. She could actually see the effort as each muscle under his T-shirt rippled into place. Unthinking, she reached out and traced a gentle finger over the hard ridges that made up his chest.
He caught her hand in one of his, holding it away from him. "What would you say if I told you the rest was real?" he asked quietly.
Gina laughed, her whole body shaking at the ridiculousness of the idea. She couldn't help herself. "You're a werewolf? Sure, and I'm a—"
Nate was sitting absolutely still, watching her. It was his eyes that were worrying her, though. They'd fixed on her breasts, and the way her nipples had hardened against the abrading sheet. There was something disturbing about his eyes, something she'd almost noticed the night before. It was the absolute focus, something very akin to how a retriever looked when it scented game and pointed. Nothing could shake its concentration, and Nate's eyes had the exact same look in them.
Her free hand came up to her mouth, and she felt her eyes widening impossibly more. "You're…?" she prompted. She suddenly had this very bad feeling that she was about to become someone's supper, and she needed to know. Now.
Nate grimaced and nodded. "'Fraid so."
* * * *
Well, at least she hadn't screamed. That was something. Of course, there was a good chance she was still in shock and hadn't actually worked out what he meant yet, so he said it again, just to be sure there was no possible misunderstanding.
"I'm a werewolf.
To say she was startled was an understatement. She literally felt her jaw drop—and she'd thought that only happened in movies. How hackneyed!
Ah well, as the old saying went, in for a penny, in for a pound. She started to speak before Sebastian could reach the door. "On the way back, we were…" She hesitated again. Could she really admit to the next bit? Sebastian's silent laughter, the way his whole body shook as he watched his brother's reaction, gave her the courage to continue.
"I've never participated in a ménage before," she said sweetly. "Three men. And me."
That shut them up, she saw with grim satisfaction. She wasn't the only one whose jaw could fall open in shock.
Too late, she realised what she'd just admitted to.
Oh.
My.
God.
Sebastian recovered the fastest, turning towards the door but no longer trying to hide his amusement.
His eyes were sparkling. "My darling," he said. "I only wish."
Sebastian turned to Nate, "She's all yours." Then he was gone, and the room was strangely quiet. Just the sound of Nate's ragged breathing close to her ear, his breath fluttering the fine hairs and reminding her what his mouth felt like on other, more intimate, parts of her body. She hastily made herself concentrate on something else.
Nate. But not his tongue.
She may have been imagining it, but she was pretty sure that was a flush of color making its way up his neck and across his face.
"What he means," he said, his face hidden somewhere in her neck, " is that we did not …um… have sex last night." He hurried on. "As a group, or otherwise."
Was he embarrassed? She sneaked a peek from under her eyelashes.
He was!
Gina felt like crowing aloud. After everything they'd done, and after all the things he'd whispered in her ear while he was fucking her senseless the night before, he was embarrassed by the idea of
sharing her!
Mind you, it was quite possibly all those things he'd told her he wanted to do to her that had made her dreams quite so… X-rated. She wasn't exactly the sort of girl who'd come up with those ideas by herself!
"And the rest of it?" she asked, sure now he was going to tell her she'd imagined the lot. After all, a ménage was a lot more likely than him being a werewolf!
He straightened, sitting up until he was looking right into her eyes. She could actually see the effort as each muscle under his T-shirt rippled into place. Unthinking, she reached out and traced a gentle finger over the hard ridges that made up his chest.
He caught her hand in one of his, holding it away from him. "What would you say if I told you the rest was real?" he asked quietly.
Gina laughed, her whole body shaking at the ridiculousness of the idea. She couldn't help herself. "You're a werewolf? Sure, and I'm a—"
Nate was sitting absolutely still, watching her. It was his eyes that were worrying her, though. They'd fixed on her breasts, and the way her nipples had hardened against the abrading sheet. There was something disturbing about his eyes, something she'd almost noticed the night before. It was the absolute focus, something very akin to how a retriever looked when it scented game and pointed. Nothing could shake its concentration, and Nate's eyes had the exact same look in them.
Her free hand came up to her mouth, and she felt her eyes widening impossibly more. "You're…?" she prompted. She suddenly had this very bad feeling that she was about to become someone's supper, and she needed to know. Now.
Nate grimaced and nodded. "'Fraid so."
* * * *
Well, at least she hadn't screamed. That was something. Of course, there was a good chance she was still in shock and hadn't actually worked out what he meant yet, so he said it again, just to be sure there was no possible misunderstanding.
"I'm a werewolf.
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