Lorelei by Celia Kyle Page A

this something you two want?”
    Zeke didn’t think, didn’t even hesitate. No, he acted on instinct alone. One moment she sat in the chair beside him and the next she was on his lap. He definitely didn’t ask for permission when he sealed his lips to hers. She stiffened against him, but when he traced the seam of her lips with his tongue, she immediately relaxed into his kiss.
    Lorelei opened for him, allowing him to drink from her mouth and absorb her sweet flavors. She was sex and sin and so damned delicious. He wasn’t sure he’d ever get enough of her. His cock throbbed with the need to have her, to take her and make her his.
    Theirs.
    She gripped his shoulders, fingernails digging into his flesh. Her tongue tangled with his, tasting him as he explored her. When she moaned against his mouth, he did the same, his groan slowly transforming into a growl of need.
    God damn. He’d never get enough of her.
    Lorelei’s arousal perfumed the air, the heady musk filling his nose, and he distantly heard his partner snarl. Yeah, Dylan wanted Lorelei as much as he did and it wasn’t fair to keep their mate all to himself.
    Just one more taste…
    He suckled her tongue and gathered more of her flavors. When she wiggled her hips against him, he groaned, his cock pulsing and hardening further, demanding he sink into her wet heat.
    Soon. God, he hoped it’d be soon.
    Right after… His mind shied from the pending truth. He would savor their kiss and pray it got him through the coming confrontation.
    When his friend began a rolling rumble, he knew his time was at an end.
    Zeke pulled from Lorelei’s lips, ignoring her whimpering protest. He cupped her cheek and forced her to meet his gaze. “Your other mate needs you, baby.”
    Her dilated eyes widened and then a flash of need filled her expression. She turned on his lap until she faced Dylan and he fought the urge to moan. His partner deserved her full attention now. They’d both get their fill of Lorelei after all was said and done.
    “Dylan? Do you—”
    *
    Dylan didn’t let her finish her question. His cock was rock hard and ready to burst through his slacks. There was no room for nice and sweet and seductive. No, he was pure need and animalistic desire. His wolf rode him, his magic pushing past the animal to reach Lorelei.
    His. His. And his again.
    He met Zeke’s gaze for a brief moment.
    No, theirs. He had to remember that even as the wolf howled that he should race away with her.
    He reached for Lorelei and hauled her to him, adopting a position similar to the one she’d shared with Zeke. Across his lap, her lush body was at his mercy. Her berry colored lips swollen from his partner’s kisses tempted him, but it was the seductive scent of her arousal that called to him more. It coated her skin, every inch of her creamy flesh trembled with her need.
    Dylan captured her lips much like Zeke, but that’s where the similarities ended. Zeke, with his carefree attitude, was passionate, but not like Dylan.
    He didn’t hold Dylan’s history, his anger, his power.
    He didn’t have the things that made Dylan dangerous.
    Teeth scraped and bit her lips, nibbling and sucking on the small bits of flesh when his tongue wasn’t deep in her mouth.
    Lorelei squirmed and moaned against him and he felt her pebbled nipples hard against his chest. Answering her soft plea, he cupped one mound, squeezing and kneading. It was easy to capture one nipple between thumb and forefinger. Easy to pluck the nub and pinch it ever so slightly.
    A gasp hinted at the sting he caused and the shudder told him she enjoyed the small bite. Oh, his sweet, sexy mate liked a little brush of pain.
    He was happy to give her whatever she desired.
    He sucked on her tongue in time with his naughty attentions to her breast, drawing her deeper into his sensuous spell. Her moans and groans warred with his own.
    Did he want to mate her? Yes. Yes.
    There was no question and he hoped she didn’t cling to it any