What did he mean? “Clear the air about what?”
“About taking Oliver to task.” Fingers under her chin, Tynan tilted her head up to meet his eyes. “Sure, and it’s easy to forgive people when there’s life-threatening danger, but that seems too much of an easy out. What we’d like is this—”
“We stand by what we said—he should have protected you.” Donal kissed her hair. “But…we can see he’s having a rough time with all the changes in his life.”
Tynan’s thumb rubbed over her chin. His eyes were intensely blue—and honest. “We jumped in without talking with you first, and that was wrong. We hope you’ll forgive us, and we’ll try to do better next time.”
The resentment and anger toward them had still been there, buried down deep. As the tiny knot in her chest released, Margery leaned back against Donal’s hard body. “You’re forgiven. And…thank you.”
She smiled up at Tynan and hugged Donal’s arms closer around her. “Thank you for caring.”
“A cuisle mo chroidhe, that’s not something you’ll ever have to worry about.” Tynan’s words were an Irish-accented rumble. He bent to kiss her ear. Her neck. Her shoulders.
The Celtic endearment—pulse of my heart—blossomed inside her.
And under his touch, desire rose within her, as inevitably as the sun’s warmth brought flowers in spring. “Ohhh.”
Behind her, Donal’s hands cupped her breasts as he nibbled on her arm. “Mmm, you smell like cinnamon and apples. Very edible.”
Apple pie scented bath soap had been in one of the dispensers. As Donal kissed up her shoulder, her thoughts fragmented.
She ran her hands over Tynan’s thickly muscled chest, laying her palm there, on his sternum, to feel the beat of his heart.
A big heart to contain all that protectiveness and caring. So much like his brother. And she wanted them both so badly she started to shake.
She swallowed. They’d been making her ready, slowly, helping her to adjust to the idea of taking them both at once.
No more waiting.
Reaching back, she put an arm around Donal’s neck. “Tonight, I want you both. Inside me.”
Under her palms, she felt their muscles tense.
Donal paused. “Margery, I don’t know…”
“Tonight.” She made her voice firm.
Tynan studied her, his gaze darkening to the blue of a twilight sky, then he smiled slightly. “We’d hate to deny our female anything that would make her happy.”
“Ah, well, when you put it that way.” Behind her, the werecat laughed, then soundlessly moved away, and coolness drifted over her skin where his warm body had been.
Taking a step back, she ran her hands over the mesmerizing ridges of muscle on Tynan’s abdomen. Moving back up, with a finger, she circled the flat, coin-sized nipples, so different from hers. “You’re such a male.”
A corner of his mouth tipped up. “And you’re such a female.” He ran his finger around her nipples.
The heady sensation as the tips pebbled into aching peaks made her stomach quiver.
After dropping something at the foot of the bed, Donal returned. He ran his hands over her ass, squeezing and massaging the cheeks. “You look tired, wolflet. As your healer, I think you should go to bed now.”
Despite the waves of heat running over her skin, she giggled and answered in a virtuous voice, “I always listen to my healer.”
Especially when the healer agreed with her. There was nowhere in the world she’d rather be than in bed…with her males.
“Come along, Beta. It’s bedtime.” She wrapped her arms around Tynan’s neck and pulled him down for a kiss.
Rumbling his pleasure, he took control, rough and deep, demanding a response, making her knees sag. He moved her backward until the mattress touched the back of her thighs.
Unbalanced, she sat down. The quilt was cool under her bottom.
Tynan glanced at Donal in an unspoken command.
Donal joined her on the bed. “Come here, sweetheart.” He drew her down beside him.
She squeaked as he flattened her out on her back. He slid his arm under her neck to provide a pillow, even as his lips covered hers in a sensuous kiss, full of nips and teasing tongue.
Her bloodstream felt as if it was filled with searing lava.
As Donal nibbled on the corner of her mouth, Tynan’s unyielding hands parted her legs. Opening her.
She tried to sit up, to see—but Donal leaned over her, his weight pinning her down, even as he kissed down her jaw.
Trapped for their pleasure.
A series of gentle bites ran up the inside of her left thigh, then her right, stopping just short of her pussy. As if Tynan was painting a target with her clit as the bullseye.
Blood swept to her core, engorging her clit until it tingled and throbbed with need.
Need more.
As she ran her fingers through Donal’s silky dark hair, he kissed under her chin, then down her neck, over the tops of her breasts. His hot, wet tongue made circles around each nipple, then his teeth lightly bit the sensitive jutting peaks.
Too many sensations from hands and teeth and tongues and lips.
She felt her labia being opened, exposing everything, then Tynan’s tongue flickered over her clit, dancing like a butterfly’s wings. Her gasp made both males chuckle, and then Tynan rubbed more firmly, one side, the other.
When he paused, Donal closed his mouth over her nipple. He sucked strongly, then lashed the swollen nub with his merciless tongue, before sucking again.
Oh Gods, it felt as if her blood was surging up and down her torso, swirling faster each time.
Kneeling at the foot of the bed between Meggie’s legs, Tynan slid a finger inside her cunt. He chuckled as she wiggled uncontrollably. By the Gods, he loved how she responded to them.
She was already hot and slick. Tiny contractions battered his finger each time Donal sucked on her nipples. Looking up, he could see the skin on her swollen breasts was tight. Her nipples had turned gorgeous pink-red.
He’d never seen a more beautiful female.
With one finger still inside her, he ran his hand over her thigh, opening her even more. Her glistening clit strained out from under the hood, demanding his attention.
Leaning down, he flicked his tongue over the hot little pearl and added some long, slow licks. She tasted like the wind off the sound, salt and sea breeze, and he could feel his blood rising like the tide.
Between his legs, his balls hung heavy with urgency.
Soon.
But not until she was desperate with need.
Because tonight, he and Donal would share their female in their favorite way, the most intimate of ways.
Slowly, he slid his finger in and out between the hot silk of her pussy lips…and teased her clit with teeth and tongue.
Donal was alternating his attention between her mouth and her breasts.
When he heard her beautifully high little whines, Tynan smiled.
There was nothing more satisfying than overwhelming the little wolf with a maelstrom of sensations until she surrendered…everything.
Her hips rose with each slow movement of his finger, and her legs trembled against his shoulders.
It wasn’t time for her to come. No, not yet.
He rose and took her hands. “Come here, lass.” Pulling her to her feet, he put an arm around her to steady her.