But teasing him turned out to be just as torturous for her. She decided to give in a little. She took the head into her mouth, sucked it lightly while running her tongue over the slit, back and forth, gathering the precum weeping there. Then she took him farther into her mouth. She stroked her tongue down the underside of his cock, coating him in his own fluids. He tried to hurry her, so when she bobbed her head back, she used her teeth. Not a lot. Just enough to warn him to stay still. It had the opposite effect.
Ethan growled. “Stop teasing, Gabby.”
That was definitely an order, but instead of anger and resistance, it inflamed her. It didn’t make any sense, but she didn’t have enough active brain cells to think it over right now. Harris began thrusting inside her again, and his fingers squeezed her clit. She gasped, and when she did, Ethan thrust into her mouth. Even with a hand still around the base of his cock, he nudged the back of her throat. She fought the urge to gag. Then he started moving, and the reflex disappeared. Hard, fast strokes that Harris matched while keeping rough fingers rubbing over her clit.
There was no way she could last, no way to delay the orgasm rising in her. She tightened her grip on Ethan. Part of her knew it was probably hard enough to hurt the tender organ, but he didn’t seem to care. With a cry, he came in her mouth, but he pulled out before she could swallow more than a few drops of his cum. He reached under her, found her breasts and her nipples. Caressed. It was an exquisite combination of pain and pleasure. Coupled with Harris pounding into her and his attention to her clit, it unleashed the orgasm building in her body. She cried out, and her muscles seized. Harris, groaning, fucked her through it until he too spent himself, quieter than her and Ethan, but his groan no less satisfying for knowing she had a part in it.
All three of them collapsed onto the bed. Harris murmured something about a shower, and a few seconds later, she heard water come on. She kept her face pressed to the pillow and refused to move when one of them slapped her ass. Like she could move? They were both smoking crack. Hell no. She was staying put and enjoying the aftereffects of good—okay, incredible, mind-blowing—sex. It wouldn’t be long before her energy returned and the heat once again took over. Though she’d never experienced it like this. She groaned. They better not get it into their heads this was a regular arrangement. She didn’t think she’d survive.
The water turned off, and a few minutes later, Harris bullied her until she slid under the blankets. Then the light went off, and they left her alone. But probably not for long, she hoped, as she drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Three
Ethan paced in the kitchen. Back and forth and back again. He glanced at the rear wall for the umpteenth time, wishing he could see through it, wondering if she still slept. He should feel calmer. He should be back in control. But he was wound tight. Her scent permeated everything.
It was usually sweet and intoxicating, but with the heat it was more. Rich, piquant, irresistible. It was making him mad. He felt his wolf side clawing for freedom, demanding he claim her. Mark her. No wonder she'd stayed far away from him when it took her over.
“You’re going to wear a hole through that floor,” Harris said drily.
He spun around, hands fisted at his sides. Harris leaned back in a chair, casual, one eyebrow arched in question while Ethan struggled to control his wolf. He wasn’t jealous exactly.
He’d known for a couple of years that if Gabby ever gave in, they’d share her. But knowing that didn’t stop possessiveness from ruling him. She was in heat, and she was his mate, but she remained unclaimed. He’d damned near bitten his tongue off not marking her. Maybe this intensity would recede after he did.
“This is pretty out of character,” Harris pointed out.
Fuck yeah it was. He didn’t get bent out of shape over women, not even Gabby. It had been hard, but even as a teenager, she was fierce and independent, determined she’d never take a mate. He’d trained himself not to get too consumed with her, because he’d known it was unlikely she’d accept him in her life like they were meant to be. Now, however, all those hard years of training, of denying himself, seemed to have vanished.
“I’ve known for years she’s mine. I think I’ve always known.” He’d never felt torn between Harris and Gabby before, and he didn’t now. It was common in the lupine world to have two mates. It was something their wolf sides craved, like being part of a private pack inside the larger one. He’d repressed his desire for that for years, but he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to lock it away again.
“I get that,” Harris said. “So why are you struggling so hard with it now?”
“I also always knew it was unlikely she’d ever accept a mate. I learned to live with it.”
“And?”
“And she hasn’t accepted. She still might not, and it’s gonna be damned hard to go back to being indifferent about the status quo.”
That finally got a reaction from the wizard. His eyes narrowed. “I will not go back from tonight.”
Ethan figured his smile was just as bitter and frustrated as Harris’s voice. They wanted the same thing, but no matter how much he wanted Gabby, he wouldn’t do anything to hurt her. He wouldn’t allow her to be hurt even if it meant going against Harris. “You can’t force her to accept you. If you try, you’ll be fighting both of us.” Harris didn’t take offense. Instead he smiled. “I had something else in mind.” His words seemed to break the spell Ethan was under, and he paused to examine that startling thought. It made sense in a way. Werewolves were created by magic, so mating and the heat would be a kind of magic, right? He shook the idea away—it wasn’t important now —and sat down.
“What?”
“Persuasion. Seduction.”
He cocked an eyebrow. Was Harris serious? “I’ve seduced her before. Look where it got me.”
“You’ve talked your way into her bed. I’m talking about getting into her head and her heart, Ethan.”
He snorted. “She won’t let me that close. You either. How do you propose to change that?” With a grin Ethan could only describe as diabolical, Harris stood and walked to one of the cabinets. Ethan joined him when he started pulling out supplies. He knew what was kept in there.
Seeing the bottles made him uneasy. It was one thing to know your lover was a wizard. Another to have it shoved in his face.
“What are you up to? Don’t tell me love potions are real.” One side of Harris’s mouth kicked up in a sexy smile. “They are, but that’s not what I’m doing. This is more like an opening yourself to new possibilities potion.”
“It won’t hurt her? It won’t be against her will?” he asked sharply. It rankled, using
