Page 103 of Meant for Her

“Babe, I’ve never been more ready of anything. For the first time in ten years, I can see clearly. I know what I want and who I want it with.”

She melted. Never in any of her dreams did Malia think Luke Lattimore would say something that romantic. “Okay then. Shall we begin?”

For a few seconds neither man said anything. No doubt they were discussing how to proceed. This wasn’t any ordinary lovemaking session—though all of those had been amazing. No, this would be the one that sealed them together for life, and Malia couldn’t be happier.

“Don’t move,” Ryan finally said.

That wasn’t what she thought they’d say. For the next thirty seconds, she watched them take off their clothes and actually fold them up before placing them on the small table in the corner.

“Are you going to do a dance for me?” she asked. Though if they’d left on their briefs, she could stuff dollar bills down their pants.

Ryan lifted his hands over his head and spun his hips in a circle, while Luke looked on with apparent horror. “Bro, stop. You’ll turn Malia off.”

She laughed so hard. Even though they told her not to move, it wasn’t in her nature to obey blindly. She sat on the king-size bed and ditched her shoes.

“Hey,” Ryan said. “Let us help.”

Finally, they were getting somewhere. “Be my guest.”

Malia expected them to toss off her clothes as quickly as possible, but instead, they placed her on her back. Luke, of all people, stroked her cheek, acting like she was some China doll, and then looked deeply into her eyes. Who was this man? The anger that always simmered behind his golden orbs had disappeared.

“I really suck as expressing myself, but I love you, Malia Granger.”

She almost came right then and there. “I love you too.”

Ryan stilled. “I’m waiting.”

She chuckled. “I love you also. I think you both know that by now, so can we get on with the main event?”

“First, we need to get you naked.” Ryan unhooked her pants and pulled them down, taking her panties with them. “I do love your pussy.”

“You’re supposed to love being in my pussy, not that actual body part itself.”

“I can love whatever part of you I want,” Ryan shot back.

“Speaking of loving you,” Luke said. “I’ve been dying to taste those lips of yours.” He leaned over and nipped at her bottom lip before delving into her mouth.

From that one bit of contact, the tension started to build inside of her—and they’d only kissed. Malia ran her fingers through his hair and then pulled his face closer. Their tongues battled for position, but with her every move, Luke tried to get the upper hand. That was okay. She liked a man to take charge—up to a point, of course.

Ryan must have been tired of waiting for them to finish kissing, because the bed dipped and his hands clamped down on her inner things. He opened her legs, and the first swipe of his tongue set her on fire. Maybe it was the anticipation of finally mating with these two amazing men, or the fact she finally felt part of their family, that had her more sensitive than usual.

Malia jerked when Ryan’s tongue probed her opening. She reached down and planted her hand on his head. Meanwhile, Luke was kissing a shoulder before moving to a breast. The first tug had her lifting her hips. Malia had experienced both of them together, but she hadn’t perfected the ability to know how to catalog the streaks of pleasure that were coming at her from two different locations.

Normally, she loved all of the foreplay, but her desperation was building. “I need a cock.”

“Patience,” Ryan said between licks.

“Easy for you to say. No one is teasing you. It’s only fair, you know.”

Both men stopped. Luke moved in front of her, and then Ryan moved next to him. “You’re right. You can do what you want with us until we tell you to stop. It might sound cliché, but we don’t want to be spent before the final mating,” Ryan announced.

That was bullshit. Both men, being werewolves, could climax twice in a fairly short period of time. “Fine.”

What was before her had her pulse firing a tad too rapidly and her pussy vibrating with need. She grabbed a dick in each hand. “Oh, my.”

She swore they were even bigger than they had been.

“Suck it,” Ryan demanded.