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They’re both staring at me, and I realize the woodsman is waiting for me to explain things.
“Lycans can create bonds with more than one person,” I begin. “I was offering to bring the human into our bond, but he wanted your thoughts before we did.”
“I’m glad one of you doesn’t make unilateral decisions,” she states.
“I wasn’t—” I stop speaking when I see the mischievous sparkle in her eyes. “You’re going to pay for that.”
“Promises, promises.” She laughs.
I decide, then and there, that I will make her come until she begs me to stop, but I won’t until she’s squirming and crying. The woodsman likes to make her wait. I prefer to drown her in pleasure so intense she can no longer tolerate it.
Her expression sobers as she turns to Hunter. “How do you feel about letting Conall bite you? Is it something you’re willing to do?”
The woodsman’s green eyes light up. “Of course I’m willing to do it. I would be connected to both of you the way you are connected to each other.”
“It can be overwhelming,” she explains. “I can sense his feelings. Like right now, he’s very turned on, and he’s plotting something. I can’t read his exact thoughts, but I did catch a flash of me begging him for… something.”
A wicked grin spreads across my face. She already senses so much more than most mates this early in a bond. I wonder if it’s the witch’s magic running through her blood.
Hunter glances at me. “That sounds interesting.”
She scoffs. “You would think that. You like to torture me.”
The woodsman releases a dark chuckle and takes a step toward her. “Of course I do, Little Red. You’re so pretty when you’re at my mercy.”
Her arousal swells in the bond, fueling my own. I can smell her desire along with it. “She likes it.”
Scarlett’s head snaps around so she can glare at me. “None of that!” she snaps. “No using the bond against me.”
I move closer to her, too. In a blink, she’s trapped between my body, Hunter’s, and the trunk of a tree. We surround her, crowding her without quite touching.
“Are you frightened of what we’ll do to you when Hunter knows how you’re feeling, little mate?” I growl out. “Worried we’ll give you such intense pleasure you’ll no longer be able to take it?”
Her breasts heave as she tries to take a step back, but her shoulders meet the bark of the tree. I can see the throb of her pulse just above my mating mark.
The bond holds a tinge of fear, but mostly she’s aroused. She likes how we tower over her. It makes her feel small and powerless.
“Do you want to watch?” Hunter asks her, lifting a hand to take a few strands of her hair between his fingers. He rubs them as if he’s enjoying the feel, then he lifts the strands to his mouth, sliding them along his lips.
“Watch what?” she asks.
“Conall bite me,” Hunter answers, his voice low and dark.
I’m close enough to see the way her pupils dilate. Her nipples harden beneath the material of her dress. Even without the echo of her desire through the bond, I would know she enjoys the idea.
“Give me your wrist,” I growl to the woodsman.
Scarlett licks her lips, her eyes dropping to lock on Hunter’s hand as he lifts it toward me. Her gaze locks on the skin bared below the cuff of his shirt. I shove it higher, revealing the flesh of his lower forearm.
She watches the way my fingers move over his skin, unblinking and utterly focused. Enjoying her attention, I lift my other hand and trace a line down his forearm. When I reach his wrist, my mate licks her lips as though she intends to bite him instead. I feel her desire through our bond, her desperation.
Hunter reaches out, curving his fingers around her throat, and draws her closer. Scarlett whimpers as he brings her mouth to his.
His lips touching hers, he asks, “Do you like watching him touch me, Little Red? Does the thought of his mouth on my skin, his teeth in my flesh, arouse you?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Show her, Con. Show her what she wants to see,” Hunter demands.
