“After we complete the tri-bond, you need to check out of this hotel and move into my condo. We’ll start looking for something with studio space for you soon. We need to move forward to the next stage of our life together.”
Relief. Relief that they would make it work flooded him. Now that she accepted it, he could revel in finding his mate. The thing that werewolves wait so long for had happened. And his mate was beautiful and strong and smart. It would be all right.
“Good. I hate sleeping in hotels. The last two nights, knowing you were out there but I couldn’t find you, drove me crazy.”
A knock sounded on the door and Layla stiffened.
“Hold on, honey. Shane’s a good person. I wouldn’t trust your tri-bond to just anyone.” Sid went to the door and let his cousin in.
It wasn’t like Layla could complain. Shane was tall and broad and shared the same black hair that Sid and Adam had.
Without preamble he approached her and hugged her, kissing each cheek.
“Welcome to our family, Layla. I’m honored to serve as your Anchor.”
Layla blushed like crazy. “Thank you, Shane.”
Sid watched her, saw how uncomfortable she was. “I have an idea. Honey, I can tell you’re really nervous about this whole thing. I don’t want it to be some stilted, horrible experience. I don’t want you to feel embarrassed about liking what Shane is doing. You should enjoy it.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “Okay. So what’s your idea?”
He turned and rustled around in his suitcase and came back with a long silk handkerchief. “My mother. She has a thing about handkerchiefs. This one is long enough. She refers to them as ‘werewolf size’.”
“Long enough for what?” Her voice went up an octave as he approached. Shane just watched his cousin with interested eyes.
Sid chuckled. “To blindfold you. That way you can enjoy yourself without guilt.
You won’t have to worry about who is touching you where and how to respond. You just have to feel and enjoy.” And he wouldn’t have to watch her eyes meet another man’s as he made her come either. He held the red handkerchief up. “What do you say?”
“That’s a great idea, Sid!” Shane grinned. “Layla, would this work for you? I know it’s not easy. I’m a stranger and heck, Sid’s not much more than one. But I’m standing here making my promise to you to be your Anchor and to step in when and if you need me. In some ways, you’ll be my mate too. I want this to be okay for you.”
Layla looked at them both, strong male wolves bending over backward to make her feel better about having sex with two of them. She laughed. “Twist my arm. Okay, I’ll have sex with two hot werewolves while I’m blindfolded. But I have to give Tia the details. She’ll kill me if I don’t.”
Sid started for a moment and then rolled his eyes. “Okay. You ready?” Layla nodded and he moved to her and kissed her softly. “I don’t know if you’re ready to hear this yet or not, but I love you.”
She gulped air and nodded. “Ready or not, it’s still true. I love you too.”
He tied the kerchief around her head, not too tight but snug enough it wouldn’t slip off and no light got in.
Layla’s skin suddenly felt a hundred times more sensitive. She could smell both men and hear the rustle of clothes being removed. And then the brush of fingertips as her robe was slipped from her body.
A hand at her shoulder and lower back guided her back in the direction of the bed.
Suddenly, lips brushed over the back of her neck as hands slid up her stomach. Most likely, she would have felt odd about reacting depending on who was doing what if she’d seen who was touching her. But with the blindfold, she was free to just accept the touches and relax.
A soft sigh slid from her lips and Sid murmured, “Let’s get you on the bed, honey.”
Two sets of hands helped her onto the bed and onto her back. It was a bit disorienting to feel things and not see them coming. With the sense of sight gone, all she had to do was feel. Feel the warm swirl of a tongue through her navel and down through the crease where her thigh met her body. She’d wanted to reach out and touch a few times but when she’d tried to move her hand, Sid had taken her wrists and put them above her head, saying, “If you touch us, you’ll know who’s doing what. Let it be a mystery.”
So she’d left her hands above her head and lay there as mouths and hands began to caress and touch her everywhere. Her foot was lifted and strong hands kneaded, thumbs sliding over her instep. Then a mouth laid openmouthed kisses over her ankle and the very erotic spot between her ankle and the back of her heel.
Shudders wracked her body then at the intensity of feeling. Strong hands moved up her calves, massaging and caressing. She’d fallen under the hypnotic feel of that when lips closed over her left nipple.
With a gasp, she arched and both men chuckled. If she’d really paid attention she’d have been able to figure out whose mouth was on her nipple by the laugh, but she left it all alone, falling back into the maelstrom of building pleasure.
Lips drew on her nipple in a wet suck and then nibbled, over and over again. Her breath began to come short and her hips churned absently. Until the caressing hands on her thighs found her pu**y and fingertips trailed their way through the wet furls of her cunt.
Then a mouth on her for long moments, eating her like there was no tomorrow.
Broad, wet licks, hungry dips into her gate with a tongue. Fucking her with it. With her eyes covered, the intensity of feeling was much greater and she was quickly on her way to another climax.
Relief. Relief that they would make it work flooded him. Now that she accepted it, he could revel in finding his mate. The thing that werewolves wait so long for had happened. And his mate was beautiful and strong and smart. It would be all right.
“Good. I hate sleeping in hotels. The last two nights, knowing you were out there but I couldn’t find you, drove me crazy.”
A knock sounded on the door and Layla stiffened.
“Hold on, honey. Shane’s a good person. I wouldn’t trust your tri-bond to just anyone.” Sid went to the door and let his cousin in.
It wasn’t like Layla could complain. Shane was tall and broad and shared the same black hair that Sid and Adam had.
Without preamble he approached her and hugged her, kissing each cheek.
“Welcome to our family, Layla. I’m honored to serve as your Anchor.”
Layla blushed like crazy. “Thank you, Shane.”
Sid watched her, saw how uncomfortable she was. “I have an idea. Honey, I can tell you’re really nervous about this whole thing. I don’t want it to be some stilted, horrible experience. I don’t want you to feel embarrassed about liking what Shane is doing. You should enjoy it.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “Okay. So what’s your idea?”
He turned and rustled around in his suitcase and came back with a long silk handkerchief. “My mother. She has a thing about handkerchiefs. This one is long enough. She refers to them as ‘werewolf size’.”
“Long enough for what?” Her voice went up an octave as he approached. Shane just watched his cousin with interested eyes.
Sid chuckled. “To blindfold you. That way you can enjoy yourself without guilt.
You won’t have to worry about who is touching you where and how to respond. You just have to feel and enjoy.” And he wouldn’t have to watch her eyes meet another man’s as he made her come either. He held the red handkerchief up. “What do you say?”
“That’s a great idea, Sid!” Shane grinned. “Layla, would this work for you? I know it’s not easy. I’m a stranger and heck, Sid’s not much more than one. But I’m standing here making my promise to you to be your Anchor and to step in when and if you need me. In some ways, you’ll be my mate too. I want this to be okay for you.”
Layla looked at them both, strong male wolves bending over backward to make her feel better about having sex with two of them. She laughed. “Twist my arm. Okay, I’ll have sex with two hot werewolves while I’m blindfolded. But I have to give Tia the details. She’ll kill me if I don’t.”
Sid started for a moment and then rolled his eyes. “Okay. You ready?” Layla nodded and he moved to her and kissed her softly. “I don’t know if you’re ready to hear this yet or not, but I love you.”
She gulped air and nodded. “Ready or not, it’s still true. I love you too.”
He tied the kerchief around her head, not too tight but snug enough it wouldn’t slip off and no light got in.
Layla’s skin suddenly felt a hundred times more sensitive. She could smell both men and hear the rustle of clothes being removed. And then the brush of fingertips as her robe was slipped from her body.
A hand at her shoulder and lower back guided her back in the direction of the bed.
Suddenly, lips brushed over the back of her neck as hands slid up her stomach. Most likely, she would have felt odd about reacting depending on who was doing what if she’d seen who was touching her. But with the blindfold, she was free to just accept the touches and relax.
A soft sigh slid from her lips and Sid murmured, “Let’s get you on the bed, honey.”
Two sets of hands helped her onto the bed and onto her back. It was a bit disorienting to feel things and not see them coming. With the sense of sight gone, all she had to do was feel. Feel the warm swirl of a tongue through her navel and down through the crease where her thigh met her body. She’d wanted to reach out and touch a few times but when she’d tried to move her hand, Sid had taken her wrists and put them above her head, saying, “If you touch us, you’ll know who’s doing what. Let it be a mystery.”
So she’d left her hands above her head and lay there as mouths and hands began to caress and touch her everywhere. Her foot was lifted and strong hands kneaded, thumbs sliding over her instep. Then a mouth laid openmouthed kisses over her ankle and the very erotic spot between her ankle and the back of her heel.
Shudders wracked her body then at the intensity of feeling. Strong hands moved up her calves, massaging and caressing. She’d fallen under the hypnotic feel of that when lips closed over her left nipple.
With a gasp, she arched and both men chuckled. If she’d really paid attention she’d have been able to figure out whose mouth was on her nipple by the laugh, but she left it all alone, falling back into the maelstrom of building pleasure.
Lips drew on her nipple in a wet suck and then nibbled, over and over again. Her breath began to come short and her hips churned absently. Until the caressing hands on her thighs found her pu**y and fingertips trailed their way through the wet furls of her cunt.
Then a mouth on her for long moments, eating her like there was no tomorrow.
Broad, wet licks, hungry dips into her gate with a tongue. Fucking her with it. With her eyes covered, the intensity of feeling was much greater and she was quickly on her way to another climax.
