Rather than explaining, he started to caress her. Her lovely responsive breasts were already swollen and sensitive from his teasing before.
Her gasp told him precisely how sensitive.
Smiling as she began to wiggle, he bit down on the big muscle between her shoulder and neck. Another way to pin her in place while he learned her body. He rolled her nipples between his fingers. He pinched. He tugged. And he watched how her muscles tensed. How her breathing changed with each action.
When her cunt tightened around him, he slid his hand down to cup her pussy.
The way she jumped—and widened her legs farther apart—made him grin.
Gently, he traced circles around the sensitive ball of nerves, took a moment to rub the tightly stretched flesh around his cock, and returned.
Almost too quickly, her breathing sped up, and he could feel her temperature rise, her skin heat.
He pressed against her clit more firmly as he tilted his cock to hit a new area, and suddenly he was holding a very squirmy female.
“Tynan,” she demanded, wiggling more, setting off all sorts of sensations.
“Now we will play again,” he whispered in her ear and leaned forward, dropping her back onto her hands. Staying inside her the entire time, going nicely deep.
A tremor ran through her, and her fingers curled into the cushions.
He braced himself with an arm on the floor, ran his free hand over her tightly peaked nipples, and down to her clit.
“Now, this is wolf fun,” he growled in her ear, pulled almost out, then drove deep.
Her head came up, and she gasped.
Slowly, he pulled back and slammed in again. Opening his hand, he kept one finger rubbing her clit while using his palm on her pelvis to yank her back on his dick.
Feck, she feels good.
She dropped to her elbows, moaning in counterpoint to his thrusts.
Her core tightened around him, her muscles tensing, her breathing almost coming to a halt.
He rolled his hips to give her a change of pace and continued with hard, driving thrusts.
With high-pitched yips, she came, the rolling, clenching of her cunt pulling at him.
Now. With a groan, he let go of his own control, pounding in, long and hard. The tingling ache moved past the base of his spine as the pressure and pleasure grew. Heat rushed through his cock in surge after irresistible surge as he released his seed.
She was still spasming around him as he recovered his senses and kissed her nape. With one hand around her waist, the other on her breast, he toppled them both over onto the cushions.
Soft, giving female. No, more than that—his Meggie. Meggie mine.
On his side, he was still intimately deep within her. And with a sigh of pleasure, she wrapped her arms over his, holding him tightly, keeping him wrapped around her.
There was nowhere in the entire universe he’d rather be.
Some time later, Margery pulled in a slow, contented breath. For a long, wonderful while, Tynan had held her against him, then turned her and pulled her on top of him and cuddled her some more.
She could happily stay here forever.
Sure, she’d never come so hard in all her life. But…it was more than that. After mating, her emotions usually felt storm-tossed, and the males always wanted to be done and move on.
Tynan hadn’t. He’d pulled her to him, kept her in his arms, nuzzled her hair, stroked her back, held her hand. There had been a different timbre to his rumbling voice as he told her how beautiful she was, how pleased he was to be with her, and how wonderful she’d made him feel. A sound that left her feeling warm. Happy.
The way she’d felt when her mother had told stories to her and her littermates, or when Grandmama had hugged her. Like she was special and appreciated.
Even loved.
“I suppose we have to get moving, don’t we?” she murmured unhappily.
“Aye, lass. Unfortunately, I’m not allowed to keep you up here all night.” Tynan gave her another slow kiss before rising and pulling her to her feet.
“I wish I could spend the entire night with you, a leannán.” He touched her cheek. “But…”
“It’s against the rules. I know.” She’d attended enough full moons to know the rules. After mating, a shifter had to return to the Gathering room. She didn’t have to choose a male unless she was interested in mating with him, but she still had to be there.
After they showered, he walked her back down to the tavern.
“Where would you like to sit now?” He glanced around the room. “I can stay with you until—”
“You know that’s not a good idea.” Although she’d love it. Her over-protective warrior. She smiled up at him, surprised at his tender expression. “Emma and Heather are over by the fireplace. How about there? Or does that break some rule of no females together?”
“It’s more of a tradition, but simply because when your heat rises, you’re interested in seeking out a male and don’t want to compete for one.”
“Huh. That makes sense.” She grinned at him. “However, thanks to your…thoroughness…I’m good for a while. I’ll sit with them.”
His laugh was like a slow stroke of pleasure deep inside her.
At the fireplace, he saw her seated and kissed her, not the quick peck males usually extended after mating, but a long, slow, deep, almost possessive kiss. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Meggie mine.”
As he walked away, she couldn’t help but watch. Those long, lean legs, the way his jeans fit over his male ass. His… She realized the other two women were awfully quiet and jerked her gaze back. “Um. Hi. How’s your night going?”
Heather burst out laughing. “Usually a female looks that lustful before a male takes her, not afterward.”
Margery felt herself flush—and could only grin.
“He’s well worth watching,” Emma said in her melodic contralto. “And is a good male according to my Ben and Ryder. It’s nice Donal has his brother home.”
“It is.” Margery smiled. “Although they sure argue like littermates.”
Emma leaned forward. “Really? Tynan looks as if he’d be difficult to rile up.”
“Donal’s talented that way.” Margery grinned. “Like yesterday, Tynan had given him grief for not cleaning up after himself, so the poor cop came back and all the wall paintings were tilted, the chairs and end tables way out of alignment, and the throw rugs crumpled up.”
Heather and Emma broke into giggles.
“Tynan said he spent the next half hour straightening things before he could even relax.” Margery snickered. “Donal’s one sneaky cat.”
“A female they shared would be in for interesting times.” Heather’s comment made Margery’s heart give an odd leap.
Share a female? Some littermates did that, not only as lifemates, but in mating rooms.
Donal and Tynan. Together. Heat spread through her in a whole different way than the full moon heat. This was softer, more…glowy. More wistful, because she’d seen how popular both males were with the most beautiful of females.
Margery didn’t even reach averagely attractive.
Nodding at the lifemating bracelets on Emma’s wrist, she changed the subject. “Are your mates helping to supervise the Gathering like Vicki, Bree, and Darcy’s mates were?”