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Propping himself up on one elbow, Clayton gently took Amelia’s hand and raised it to his lips. He gently kissed each finger, then turned it over and pressed a kiss to her palm, her wrist. He moved up her arm and paused at the crook of her elbow. A bone-deep shiver of pleasure went through Amelia as he sank his teeth into the soft flesh then pulled away, leaving a neat double crescent of tooth marks. He swiped a drop of blood away with the flat of his tongue, then looked up at her, his toffee-colored eyes glazed with sated desire and primal satisfaction.
“Now you’re ours,” he whispered. “Truly ours.” He gently kissed the love bite Holt had left on her throat.
“Ours,” his brother echoed from his place at Amelia’s side, wrapping one possessive arm over her stomach.
Amelia closed her eyes and let herself sink into their possessive embrace. Yours, she thought. Only yours. But only for a little while.
Chapter Seven
She woke up in a tangle of limbs. She didn’t know where Holt began and Clayton ended. Muscular arms and legs were flung across her. Sunlight poured through the window, and she lay there breathing in the scent of their animal-like musk and the heavy smell of sex in the air.
She ached all over, in the most pleasant, delicious fashion imaginable. Pushing her hair back out of her face, she sat up, looked from side to side, and saw that Clayton was on her left, and Holt was on her right. Good to know. All their blankets were on the floor, but that was okay. They’d kept her plenty warm.
She could feel the love bites pulsing on her neck and her arms, but they didn’t hurt. There was an oddly pleasurable feel to it.
Somewhere, far away, a rooster crowed.
Holt sat bolt upright. Then Clayton shot up.
“Damn it! Opening ceremonies!” he groaned.
“Opening ceremonies?” she echoed, looking around the room and rubbing her eyes. The clock on the wall said 7:00 a.m.
“7:. The Elders don’t really seem to be clear on the concept that there’s a hell of a lot of mating going on here, and some people might want to sleep in a little bit, maybe.” Clayton staggered out of bed and rubbed sleep from his eyes. He stumbled into the living room, with Amelia and Holt trailing behind him and yawning.
“Wasn’t yesterday the first day of the festival?” she asked, rubbing her face with her hands and hiding a huge yawn.
“Everybody checks in a day early, so they have time to get properly settled in.” Holt quickly unzipped his suitcase and rooted around for clean clothes.
“Holt! Why didn’t you get up and make us breakfast, you bonehead?” Clayton groused, as he quickly pulled on his pants.
“Why didn’t you? What kind of impression are you making on our mate?” Holt snapped back. Amelia ran over to her overnight bag, pulled out a flowery dress, sweater, and underwear, and dressed quickly.. Ugh. She felt sticky and sweaty, and she desperately needed a shower, but apparently she wouldn’t have time before they rushed out.
“Me? You always make breakfast! If there’s going to be a change in plan, you should have-”
“Hey!” Amelia yelled. “Settle down, guys. How long will it take us to walk to place where they’re holding the ceremonies?” She was already dashing over to the cupboards.
“Ten or fifteen minutes,” Clayton said.
She pulled out a box of pancake mix. “We’ll walk fast. Holt, put on coffee. Clayton, get me some eggs. Move! Chop chop!”
Clayton grinned at Holt as he ran over to the
Propping himself up on one elbow, Clayton gently took Amelia’s hand and raised it to his lips. He gently kissed each finger, then turned it over and pressed a kiss to her palm, her wrist. He moved up her arm and paused at the crook of her elbow. A bone-deep shiver of pleasure went through Amelia as he sank his teeth into the soft flesh then pulled away, leaving a neat double crescent of tooth marks. He swiped a drop of blood away with the flat of his tongue, then looked up at her, his toffee-colored eyes glazed with sated desire and primal satisfaction.
“Now you’re ours,” he whispered. “Truly ours.” He gently kissed the love bite Holt had left on her throat.
“Ours,” his brother echoed from his place at Amelia’s side, wrapping one possessive arm over her stomach.
Amelia closed her eyes and let herself sink into their possessive embrace. Yours, she thought. Only yours. But only for a little while.
Chapter Seven
She woke up in a tangle of limbs. She didn’t know where Holt began and Clayton ended. Muscular arms and legs were flung across her. Sunlight poured through the window, and she lay there breathing in the scent of their animal-like musk and the heavy smell of sex in the air.
She ached all over, in the most pleasant, delicious fashion imaginable. Pushing her hair back out of her face, she sat up, looked from side to side, and saw that Clayton was on her left, and Holt was on her right. Good to know. All their blankets were on the floor, but that was okay. They’d kept her plenty warm.
She could feel the love bites pulsing on her neck and her arms, but they didn’t hurt. There was an oddly pleasurable feel to it.
Somewhere, far away, a rooster crowed.
Holt sat bolt upright. Then Clayton shot up.
“Damn it! Opening ceremonies!” he groaned.
“Opening ceremonies?” she echoed, looking around the room and rubbing her eyes. The clock on the wall said 7:00 a.m.
“7:. The Elders don’t really seem to be clear on the concept that there’s a hell of a lot of mating going on here, and some people might want to sleep in a little bit, maybe.” Clayton staggered out of bed and rubbed sleep from his eyes. He stumbled into the living room, with Amelia and Holt trailing behind him and yawning.
“Wasn’t yesterday the first day of the festival?” she asked, rubbing her face with her hands and hiding a huge yawn.
“Everybody checks in a day early, so they have time to get properly settled in.” Holt quickly unzipped his suitcase and rooted around for clean clothes.
“Holt! Why didn’t you get up and make us breakfast, you bonehead?” Clayton groused, as he quickly pulled on his pants.
“Why didn’t you? What kind of impression are you making on our mate?” Holt snapped back. Amelia ran over to her overnight bag, pulled out a flowery dress, sweater, and underwear, and dressed quickly.. Ugh. She felt sticky and sweaty, and she desperately needed a shower, but apparently she wouldn’t have time before they rushed out.
“Me? You always make breakfast! If there’s going to be a change in plan, you should have-”
“Hey!” Amelia yelled. “Settle down, guys. How long will it take us to walk to place where they’re holding the ceremonies?” She was already dashing over to the cupboards.
“Ten or fifteen minutes,” Clayton said.
She pulled out a box of pancake mix. “We’ll walk fast. Holt, put on coffee. Clayton, get me some eggs. Move! Chop chop!”
Clayton grinned at Holt as he ran over to the
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