Everyone started to stand and make their goodbyes. There was nothing more to say. I was about to get up and walk everyone to the tracing room, but Trevor's hand slipped onto my leg and he leaned forward to set his lips beside my ear.
“I need to speak with you,” Trevor whispered.
“Now?” I asked in surprise.
“The meeting's done,” he pointed out.
“Yeah, okay,” I agreed. “Give me one sec to see the Squad out.”
Trevor removed his hand slowly; sliding it over my leg. I stood and made my way around the room. I could feel his eyes on me the entire time, and my stomach started to flutter in anticipation. I had a feeling that I knew what Trevor wanted to “talk” to me about.
After I'd seen my guests out, I let my other husbands and boyfriends know that I was going to be with Trevor for awhile, and then I went back to where he was waiting. Trevor looked a little tense—sweat beading on his brow—but he smiled at me as I took his hand.
“Where would you like to have our conversation?” I asked him with a knowing lift of my brow.
“You choose.”
I took Trevor's hand and led him through the kitchen and then down the hall to one of the guest rooms. It was an inner bedroom without windows; perfect for a tryst. Trevor locked the door behind us and turned to me with a wicked glint in his eyes; confirming my suspicions. I smiled back. It was as I'd thought; Trevor needed to scent-mark me.
There were things you have to deal with when you're with a shapeshifter; animal instincts that affect their behavior and needs. Trevor gave me a part of his wolf soul in a Froekn ritual that was even more binding than marriage. He needed to touch me at least once a month or he'd start to die from soul-separation. But that wasn't a problem for us anymore. The current issue was the claiming; the possessive instinct of a froekn to mark its mate.
Wolves mate for life with a single partner. Monogamous to the end. Which meant that Trevor being in a relationship with me was difficult for him on an instinctual level. My lioness magic took care of most of that—bonding him with my other lovers in a brotherly rapport that made them feel as if they were my elite protectors; a Pride within a Pride—but the wolf in Trevor still had needs. It could deal with the scent of my other lovers on my skin as long as I occasionally gave him the opportunity to cover me completely in his scent.
And so, there we were.
Trevor's honey eyes heated as he slowly looked me over. “Take off your dress,” he said softly.
My heartbeat sped up as I reached behind me and unzipped my dress. I eased it down as I held his gaze and then pushed it over my hips to let it fall to the floor in a puddle of soft cotton. Trevor inhaled sharply as his gaze lowered to the red lace of my bra and then down to my panties. He was shaking—just a slight vibration—but it was obvious that he was trying to control himself.
“Get on the bed,” he said. “On your hands and knees.”
I frowned at him; Trevor wasn't usually so demanding. But he could get strange if his wolf needs were pushed aside too long. I kicked off my shoes and got up on the bed with my head facing the wall. I could hear his breathing pick up as he approached; the soft padding of his feet telling me that he'd taken off his shoes. I flinched when he touched me; his hand was so cool on my hot skin. He laughed low in his throat as he slid his palm over my ass and then up my back.
My bra fell open with a flick of his fingers, and then Trevor pushed the straps down my arms with both hands at once. He drew his hands back up the inside of my arms in one fluid motion and slipped them around my breasts. His broken breaths were on my cheek as he weighed my breasts in his palms and then kneaded them.
“Very nice,” he whispered in my ear before flicking his tongue over my earlobe. “I'm beginning to understand.”
“Understand what?” I asked as I glanced up at him.
But his focus had shifted back to my ass. His fingers slid into the sides of my panties and pulled until they were halfway down my thighs. I started to lift a hand to pull them off, but he stopped me.
“No; stay as you are,” Trevor said as he moved behind me. “I'll tell you when to move.”
I shivered; this was getting strange. But then Trevor's trembling hand slid between my legs and lightly stroked me. It was just the barest touch of his fingertips across my sex and that made it all the more erotic. I arched my back and started to tremble too.
Trevor laughed again; that sexy, satisfied rumble he made when he had delicious plans for me. His hand went up over my ass and across my back again. But this time, he pushed down firmly on the nape of my neck until I leaned forward and pressed my face to the comforter. Then he stood back and admired me.
“Spread your ass for me,” he growled.
I flinched. I knew those words. I angled my head to look at Trevor, and he narrowed his glowing gaze at me.
“Do it!” He snapped.
“You talked to Blue,” I whispered in horror as I started to sit up.
Something in his eyes flickered before he smiled. “I did. It was very illuminating. Now, put your face down and spread your
