Chapter 16
She thought about Nita’s questions for the rest of the day. She was right. Tally had become a good judge of what was good for her life. She knew that Connor and Theron had taken more than just an interest in all the things that made her happy. They’d turned the entire situation into a way for her to see that a relationship between the three could work. Neither man pushed or pulled for more of her attention than she wanted to give.
They were so concerned with what she wanted that she was shocked at how much they paid attention. It caught her off guard one night when Connor showed up with a tub of her favorite ice cream. He said she’d been running low. It was her favorite when they watched TV at night. For him to notice that was beyond what she’d ever expected out of anyone.
Even Theron, the big sexual wolf, had found ways to make her feel cared for when she wasn’t aware of it. He’d give her hugs and kisses when they sat down doing simple things like talk. Whenever they walked anywhere, he always held her hand. It was all those little things that added to the bigger thing she’d tried to deny. Her obvious feelings for them.
Denying it wouldn’t make it go away. They cared and dammit she did too. It was time to stop with the games and come out with what she knew they needed. Her answer on being their mate. They hadn’t mentioned it again except the few times they spoke of her going to meet their pack. But she knew that they waited anxiously for her to make up her mind.
That evening, she got home and found dinner on the table, candles lit and wine chilling. Theron sat on the sofa watching a game while Connor read a newspaper.
She stopped at the sight of both men. Her stomach flipped when they smiled. Her heart filled with an emotion she didn’t want to define just yet.
“We need to talk,” she burst out.
Their smiles dimmed. They glanced at each other and back at her.
“Tally, if anything’s wrong—” Connor started.
She raised a hand and cut him off. “Stop, please. I need to talk. You both need to listen.”
They nodded but remained silent. She put her handbag on a chair and slipped off her heels. To help herself relax, she curled her toes into the soft beige carpet and sighed. If nothing else, the softness allowed her to take a mental breather and focus on what she wanted to say.
“Okay, so you both said you wanted to have this mating relationship with me, right?”
Dual nods again.
“And you both promised to be faithful and not look for another woman while we’re together,” she said, saying their words back to them. “I’ve made a decision. I don’t know how or why you two decided I was the woman for you.” She watched both, loving Theron’s fierce concentration on dissecting everything she said and Connor’s encouraging smile. “I’ll be your mate.” She cleared her throat. “That is, if you still want me.”
Both men jumped to their feet.
“Of course we want you!” Theron growled.
“You are the only woman we want,” Connor added.
She shifted from foot to foot, unsure what to do. Connor nodded at Theron, who marched toward her, the bright glow of his animal clear for her to see. He swept her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom.
“What are you doing?” She gasped, throwing her hands around his neck to hold on.
“We’re about to make you our mate.” He rubbed his face on her cheek.
“Now?” she squeaked. She hadn’t expected it would happen right away. She thought there was some kind of...ritual or something that needed to happen. Like when one got married. Only shifter style. Went to show she really needed to ask more questions about their kind.
Connor followed directly behind them. He removed his clothes, dropping all articles on his walk to the bedroom. She bit her lip at the sight of his strong sexy body. He didn’t have all the tattoos that Theron had. Instead, his body was pure muscled perfection. Hairless and smooth, she could lick him for hours and not need a break.
She glanced down at his fully erect cock. Her mouth watered. Damn she loved touching his body. Having him touch her. Hell, having both of them touch her was the highlight of her day. On days they both treated her like she was some kind of goddess, she went to sleep with a smile on her face. Most days, she woke up that way too.
Theron dropped her on the bed. She landed on the soft blankets with her legs spread open. Modesty had gone out the window. Connor searched through her nightstand drawer for something while Theron stripped. He was also fully aroused and so big and ready she bit her lip to keep from moaning.
“Come here,” Theron ordered. His facial lines tightened but remained human. As though his animal wanted control.
She crawled toward him on the bed. When she reached the edge, he glanced at her lips, his eyes bright gold. “Are you very attached to this dress?”
She blinked. Christ that deep rough voice set her blood on fire. “Not really.”
“Good.” He caressed her cheek and slid his hand down her front so softly she was caught off guard by the low sound of tearing fabric.
She peeked down to see the front of her dress split open. Theron grabbed the material and slid it off her body so carefully, she almost didn’t believe he’d been the one to tear it. Her bra and panties suffered the same fate. The articles of clothing were discarded and soon she was kneeling naked on the bed.
Connor came around the bed with a bottle of lube. She gulped, her hormones went into a frenzy. Theron slipped a hand into her hair and tugged her forward. He kissed her hard. Their lips and tongues melded and clashed. A struggle for dominance ensued. She no longer worried about being shy with either man. She’d allowed her inner demanding woman to come out. She took what she wanted from them. Her feelings for them had allowed her to open the door to trusting that they’d meet her needs both in and out of bed. And now she couldn’t get enough of them.