36: Getting Hot in Here
Both Nathaniel and Luke’s faces were tense. They were biting their lips, desire in their eyes as they watched my every move. They were both on edge and ready to pounce, like they would have me bent over the desk before I could even open my mouth, regardless of whether people were still in the room.
This couldn’t be happening.
Fives had started stalking towards me, but he just about stopped himself, leaning on the desk. His knuckles were going white as he tried to force himself to breathe through it. Fives wasn’t mated, and unmated wolves were always going to struggle when someone went into heat, regardless of who it was. It just happened to be especially problematic with higher ranking wolves… and I was now their alpha.
Even Chris felt it. His jaw was tight, his vampire bleeding into his eyes as he stared at me. His normally stoic expression was full of lust, and I wouldn’t have been surprised if there was a tent in his trousers too.
Having noticed their expressions, Luke and Nathaniel had growled at both Fives and Chris.
“Lyla,” I whispered. “Can you please take Fives and Chris with you, and just go somewhere, anywhere but here. We’ll have to pick this meeting up later.”
She looked at me, her gaze concerned and confused, until the penny dropped. “Fuck. You’re…” I nodded. She gave me a smirk. “Have fun, alpha, I’ll get these two out of your hair. Can you please head downstairs this time though, I’d rather not burst in again.”
I smirked back at her, impatiently waiting for the three of them to leave. Fives tried to fight it; he wanted to stay. Lyla and Chris ended up taking one of Fives’ arms each, essentially dragging him out of the room when they realised he had no intention of leaving.
As soon as the door shut behind her, I flung myself into Nathaniel’s arms, wrapping my legs around his waist and meeting his mouth in a hard kiss.
Luke’s hands appeared on my waist behind me, starting to slowly tease the bottom of my shirt out of my trousers, fingers disappearing underneath the fabric and dancing along my skin.
The tension and desire running through the mate bond was astronomical. I could feel how much they wanted me, and I'm sure they could feel how much I wanted them.
I was trapped between them, Nathaniel in front, pressing against my core, Luke behind, pressed into the small of my back. Their mouths went to my neck, their tongues and teeth teasing over the marks they had left behind.
My body was on fire. My skin was tingling, core tight, eyes falling shut. Nathaniel’s hands were under my ass, squeezing, Luke’s sliding around to cup my breasts.
I moaned between them, my back arching, head falling backwards onto Luke’s shoulder. He squeezed tighter, fingers pinching my nipples until I groaned, thrusting my core back into Nathaniel.
“Bedroom, now.” My voice was low, breathy. Nathaniel set me back on my feet, but only for Luke to pick me straight back up again. He wrapped my legs around his waist, one arm underneath me and the other fighting with my fly. His hand slipped under my clothes, one finger rubbing circles around my clit. My hips rotated, pushing against him, looking for more.
Luke’s mouth slammed down on mine, his tongue rough, harsh against my own. I clutched his shoulders, pushing my hips against him, trying to keep up the pressure I needed.
He pulled away from my clit, and I whimpered; I needed him back where he was. Before I could react, he thrust one finger and then another inside me.
I cried out, fingernails digging into Luke’s shoulders.
I hadn’t even noticed we’d been moving until Luke dropped me on my back on my bed, climbing over me whilst Nathaniel stripped in the corner.
“We’re going to take turns with you tonight, Effie,” Luke whispered in my ear, tugging the lobe with his teeth. I whimpered; I needed this so badly.
“Effie,” Luke whispered. “Look at me.” I dragged my eyes to his, my breathing still harsh, chest heaving. “Do you want me to use protection?”
Oh balls. I’d forgotten about that. Most of the year I didn’t need to worry, but if I was in heat… accidents could very easily happen.
I nodded, motioning him towards the top drawer in my bedside table. I absolutely did not want to be accidentally pregnant.
Whilst Nathaniel went through the drawer, Luke’s fingers started undoing the buttons on my shirt, but he got impatient and ripped the shirt apart, buttons flying everywhere.
He shimmied my trousers down my legs, before ripping the thong off me too, so I was laying before him naked.
My breathing was ragged, chest heaving with need.
I looked around for Nathaniel, and my eyes fell on him sitting in the armchair, his hand stroking his length whilst he watched us.
My attention was suddenly jerked back to Luke when he licked straight across my clit. I whimpered, my hands winding in his hair, my head thrown back, eyes closed.
He drew the sensitive bud into his mouth, grazing me with his teeth. He thrust two fingers inside me, drawing a moan from my lips, my nails scratching along his scalp.
“Eyes open, Effie,” Nathaniel growled, “I want to see your face.”
I tilted my head up, meeting Nathaniel’s gaze whilst Luke carried on, showing no signs of stopping.
I was close, really close.
Luke’s tongue was teasing circles around my clit, his fingers curving inside me to find that spot that he knew drove me crazy.
My mouth opened in a gasp, but no sound came out.
Nathaniel was watching my face intently, his hand stroking his length faster and faster.
Once I was distracted watching Nathaniel, Luke adding a third finger and bit my clit; my walls squeezing his fingers and leaving me screaming as my orgasm hit.