“Xanthe, baby.” Dane’s voice came from behind her. “You are not alone in the falling-in-love department.”
Xanthe felt her mouth drop in shock. Oh hell, had they heard her basically flay open her chest and throw her heart on the table, declaring it theirs and no longer hers? They were shifters. Of course they damn well heard. Xanthe closed her eyes against the pain, not even opening them when she heard Angel whisper, “It’ll be okay, Xanthe. I don’t have to have the ability to read minds to tell you that.”
She didn’t even open them when she sensed Hunter and Dane join her in her booth, either. It was at the back of the café area and the large counter at the front of the café afforded them a little privacy.
Please let me fall back into a coma.
Right now, God.
Now would be good.
Cracking open one eye to concerned looks on the two men that peered closely at her, she knew her prayer had gone unanswered, as always. Damn it! Sighing, she opened her eyes, thinking it was probably best just to get this conversation over with.
“Dane’s right, Xanthe.” Hunter leaned forward as he spoke and placed his hand on hers where it lay on the café table. “We fell for you hard and fast, babe. One moment we were two hard-ass Enforcers on the trail of another rogue shifter, and then we caught your scent and everything in us screamed that you were ours.”
“And what you said in your shop just before?” Dane added as he leaned in and swept her long blond hair over her shoulder. “You were right about that too. Somehow the Fates have gifted me with something extremely precious, and have given me two incredible people as my mates.” He looked up and smiled at Hunter. When Hunter returned it with nothing but joy and happiness in his eyes, Xanthe began to think that perhaps there was a way for this to end well. “Hunter and I bonded almost fifteen years ago, but because of reactions we received at the time that we would rather not go into right now, we decided to ignore it.”
“When we met you, it was like the final piece of our future fell into place,” Hunter said quietly but the look in his eyes was intense. “Dane and I are mates, but you are ours and we are yours just as much. I truly believe that if Dane and I had acted on our bond when it first snapped into place, it would have been difficult for the three of us to come together as a true Fated triad like we can now. Does that make sense?”
Xanthe thought about that for a moment. “Yeah, it does,” she said with a nod. “I’m not sure how I would have felt if the two of you were already bonded, mated, and claimed in all aspects before we met. I think I would have always felt like I was the fifth wheel and wouldn’t have known my place in your relationship.”
Hunter grimaced. “As much as it pains me to think that you could ever have any doubts about your place with me and Dane, I can understand that. But, Xanthe, my darling, you are not a fifth wheel. If anything, you are the integral piece that will hold us all together. Without you, Dane and I would never have been able to admit what we are to each other.”
“Which leads us nicely into where your place is in this burgeoning relationship of ours.” Dane’s voice dropped low and Xanthe’s heart rate sped up as her arousal began to spike. “Your place is between me and Hunter. Pressed between us where we can keep you safe and be everything you want and need. Your role will be to love us and let us love you the way the Fates have determined it should be.” Dane grinned wickedly and shot Hunter a look. “And to help me put up with Hunter, who can act all dominant and shit and be really hard to handle when he wants to be.”
Xanthe giggled when Hunter narrowed a glare in Dane’s direction. “Firstly, I don’t act dominant. It’s who I am. And I know you love it, Dane Smith, so don’t try to pull that shit on me. Secondly”—Hunter turned in her direction and the possessive heat in his gaze had her pussy clenching convulsively—“I’ll make it so that you love it too, when I get all alpha on you and my gift for each small act of submission from either of you will be pleasure.”
Xanthe’s mouth dried up as she thought about what Hunter was saying. From what she was hearing, if she was to submit to Hunter, he would gift her with pleasure. Pleasure led to orgasms. Submission equaled orgasms. Done!
“And thirdly—” Hunter shook his head and grinned wryly as he looked between her and Dane. “Between the two of you, I think you will be able to handle me just fine.”
“Now, Dane,” Hunter said as he settled back into the chair. “I want you to strip the clothes off our mate. Tell her as you uncover each delectable inch of her what you are thinking.” Xanthe’s mouth dried up at the look on Dane’s face. His eyes flashed with desire and his grin was wickedness personified.
“Xanthe, you are so beautiful, you take my fucking breath away,” Dane leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss on her lips that made her sigh. Then he reached down for the hem of her long-sleeved T-shirt and drew it up and over her head. “You have a body made for loving,” he murmured as he ran his hands down her bare arms. “Your skin is so damn soft and luminous. You glow, baby,” Xanthe’s breath came harder and faster as he swept the back of his hand across the tops of her breasts.
“God, if you only knew how many times I have dreamt of running my tongue over every petal, stem, and spider in this beautiful tattoo,” Dane said softly as he placed his lips against the ink on the top of her left shoulder. He reached behind her and deftly undid her plain white bra. Had she not been drowning in a sea of sexual overload, she might have wished she had been wearing something a little sexier, but as it was she couldn’t bring herself to care.
Dane stepped back as her bra came away and she stood before them naked from the waist up. “Holy God!” Dane growled as his gaze ran down her body and then he dropped to his knees in front of her. “You are a fucking goddess who deserves to be worshipped.”
“That she is, Dane,” Hunter’s deep voice came from her left and when she turned to look at him, she couldn’t stop her groan of need. Hunter had released the buttons on his jeans so that his cock was free and he was slowly running his hand from root to tip with strong pulls that had her creaming. Jesus, he was huge.
“You want a hand with big boy, Hunter?” Dane’s lust-filled voice filled the room and Hunter groan-laughed.
“You’ll be getting this in all its glory soon, D, but for now, I would really love to see you make our baby come.”
Xanthe had to bite back her approval of that idea and stood motionless as Dane spun back to her with a wicked grin filled with promise.
“Now that, I can absolutely do.” Dane reached out and undid the buttons on her jeans and Xanthe’s tummy muscles quivered at the feel of his fingers on her bare skin. Before she lost complete control of her mind, Xanthe kicked off her shoes as he placed his hands at her hips and, using his thumbs, dragged her jeans and panties down in one swoop, helping her to step out of them before he tossed them away.
Xanthe felt like she was in danger of swallowing her tongue when she saw Dane’s eyes close and he leaned in to press his nose as close to her pussy as possible without actually touching it, and inhaling deeply. “Jesus Christ,” Hunter rasped and Xanthe’s gaze flew to him. He was no longer sliding his hand up and down his shaft, but had one hand wrapped tightly around the base and he was tugging on his balls. “That is the hottest damn thing I have ever seen! The fucking sight of your pussy all bare and naked like it is and Dane kneeling at your feet …” Hunter closed his eyes with a deep breath.
When he opened his eyes they were amber and Xanthe knew he was feeling more than just a little feral. “Do it, Dane, taste her.”
Then Dane swooped in, nudging her feet wide so he could devour her pussy, and it felt like he sucked all of her into his mouth and laved her with his tongue.
“Oh, fuck me!” Xanthe couldn’t help but scream as she grabbed Dane by the hair and went up on tip toe to give him more room. She felt her pussy flood as an orgasm the likes of which she had never anticipated began to build within her. Dane’s tongue never stopped and he rhythmically sucked on her, driving her up fast.
Within moments Xanthe felt her legs start to shake, and she was sobbing inarticulately.
“Look at me, Xanthe,” Hunter called from the chair. Her eyes flew to his, and she saw that he was gripping the arms of the chair so hard his knuckles were white and his turgid cock lay against his now-naked abdomen. Somewhere along the line he had stripped off his shirt. “Dane will be the first of us to make you come. He is taking every fucking drop of your cream, and I can feel how much he loves the taste of you down our bond. But you will look at me and let me share it with you. Hold it, Xanthe.”
Xanthe sobbed as she clamped down on the orgasm that had just been about to crest over her, somehow defying the needs of her own body to do as Hunter demanded.
“Please!” she screamed as her entire body shook with the need to release, and she watched as satisfaction filled Hunter’s gaze.