Jack looked at her, and laughed. “Nervous?”
“Are you fucking kidding me? Of course I’m nervous. I don’t know who you are or what you mean to me or my life. I don’t know why I can’t stop thinking about you or why the way you smell makes me sort of forget what I was saying.” Whoops, tequila setting in.
Jack leaned in and took her hand. “Sweetheart, there’s no easy way to bring this up as we sit here at the table you share with your husband and all.” He looked to Galen for a moment and then back to her. “I’m your mate. That’s why you can’t stop and neither can I. That’s who I am and what I mean to your life. I don’t know how else to say this.” He looked to Galen and she turned her head to see. Challenge hung in the air, but it sharpened into expectation.
“I’m her mate.” Galen didn’t raise his voice, didn’t get up. He sat there, very, preternaturally still for so long she began to wonder if she could see him breathing. His gaze locked with Jack’s as they stared each other down. Galen put his hand on top of hers in a gesture, an underline to say she was already taken.
“You are. I don’t dispute that. But there’s more.” Jack leaned closer, his scent drawing her to lean in, taking Galen with her.
The tension between them rose, tautened so much she felt pulled by a pretty leash. At the same time, her connection to Galen glittered between them. Laced her to both these men in a way that had she been standing, would have driven her to her knees.
It was as if she couldn’t breathe once she was close enough his scent was the only thing she was aware of. It ran riot through her system, jangling nerves, scrambling thoughts.
“You call to me, Renee.” Jack slid his thumb over each of her knuckles, sending shivers through her.
In her ear, Galen purred, tugging on her consciousness. Goddess knew there was no way to hide how aroused she was right then. Her nipples pressed against her shirt, her pussy slicked, her clit swollen to the point that each move she made sent ripples of sensation outward.
“Babe, you’re throwing off some serious magic just now and your pussy smells so fucking good it’s taking all my control not to toss you on this table and eat you right this moment.”
Renee closed her eyes a moment, trying to keep control.
And then Jack reached out to touch her face.
Galen’s hand shot out, catching Jack’s before he could touch Renee. The circuit they made, the three of them in that moment brought a moan from her lips and a half growl from both men. She couldn’t stop it. Something within welled up and began to flow out. Magic. Shit. So much magic her skin pricked where it brushed against her.
She turned, letting go of the sight of Galen’s hand holding Jack’s. Of the way the grasp had turned into something else. She turned and Galen’s eyes moved to her face, roving over each of her features before settling back to her gaze. His lips parted, breathing sped. His cat lurked right there, a shadow just below the dark skin.
Slowly, knowing what he was, she moved closer until making contact, rubbing her cheek along his arm, chest and to the hand caressing Jack’s hand. His growl turned into a smooth purr again, his cat realizing her bond was safe.
“Babe,” Galen murmured, gasping as her tongue darted around the fleshy tenderness below his thumb. “This is going somewhere you need to be sure you understand.”
The moon was high overhead, heavy with its own magic. That magic called to both men. She sat back but didn’t break contact with either man.
“What does this mean?”
“I don’t know what it means on top of whatever we have right now.” Galen didn’t look at her though, he stared at Jack.
“My bond with her won’t erase yours. She’ll still be imprinted with you. I can’t say I love the idea of sharing, but,” he turned to face Renee, “but I want you so much I can’t think straight. I want to know you. I want to be with you. We can work the details out. I’m not here to try to break anyone up. When I come inside you, our DNA will change, forging a bond only death can break. It’s forever.”
“Come inside me?” Renee struggled to get her head clear. She moved back, trying to break contact, but both men hung on. “I don’t even know you.”
“Don’t you?” He stood, bringing her to his body. Full contact from head to toe and she drowned in him. All she wanted was to touch him, to taste his skin, to be naked beneath him.
“Holy crapdoodle,” she mumbled pushing back, moving away before she did something stupid.
He moved with her, Galen right behind. They hunted her, she felt that very clearly. Even knowing that, she found herself responding, even as uncertainty and confusion overwhelmed her. Sexual male hung in the air, thick and alluring. The chemistry they had thrummed between her thighs, coursed through her bloodstream. She wanted to lay back and let it take her wherever it wanted to go.