Light blue eyes were direct as the shifter peered at Kat. High cheekbones and a wide sensuous mouth gave the woman a sultry demeanor. She wore a designer light pink silk blouse. A string of pearls circled her slender neck.
Sameya wouldn’t be caught dead in pink. Or such refined attire. The pearls weren’t her style either. She bet below the view of the table, the pretentious woman wore a matching pencil skirt and pumps.
Stunning. Even with the shifter’s hoity-toity demeanor, Sameya felt gaudy next to her.
She sauntered on into the room, catching Kat’s attention. The witch gulped and sat a little straighter, while tossing the shifter a nervous peek.
The witch’s distress must’ve warned they weren’t alone because the woman turned toward the door. Her cool eyes assessed Sameya’s lack of attire, and the other woman sniffled when her gaze snagged on Sameya’s bare legs below the hem of Maximus’s shirt. Quickly, her attention shifted upward and caught on the vampyr’s top hat she’d crammed on her head. “I didn’t realize the boys were entertaining.”
Entertaining? She bit back a laugh. Yeah, they’d been amusing her with their cocks and one orgasm after another. Jesus, what amazing things those were. She grew wet thinking about them. Crazy because she’d already had three…or was it four? What was the limit before someone combusted?
In place of her vocal humor, she tendered a smile and pulled out a chair to sit across from the ladies. “What did you think the boys were doing if not entertaining?” Up close the woman’s skin was flawless, like pale porcelain. Probably the type of woman Maximus and Gabriel enjoyed more often than not. She tossed Kat a cursory glance and her obvious nervousness told her much. “I mean, you’re in their home chatting with Kat instead of them.”
Was the shifter a former lover of theirs? Former being the operative word because she wouldn’t share them with anyone. Not ever.
This irrational behavior was at odds with her typical rational mindset. She gave a mental sigh and, for the moment, accepted her deranged state of mind.
Was Kat so anxious because the other woman was their lover? It wasn’t like they’d had time to inform anyone of their newly acquired mate.
The shifter elevated an eyebrow and tucked hair behind an ear with polished pale pink nails. “Little girl, you’ll mind your manners in my company.”
***
In no position to lecture Gabriel, Maximus ran his palm down his face. “Don’t hide behind your pelt for long, Gabriel.” He scratched behind the feline’s ears. “We have to figure out a way to make this up to her. Maybe feeding her will make her more agreeable.”
Gabriel executed a low-throated growl.
“You’re right. That’s not the way to a woman’s heart. I’ll talk to her instead.” A shudder rippled down his spine and caused his stomach to sour. Maximus was a man of action. It was easier to kill something than verbalize his sentiments. “Join us soon. We need to mention Tyron Gryphon’s hard-on for her and how we plan to keep her safe.”
Gabriel’s puffing noise sufficed as his agreement. Maximus went in search of Sameya.
How did one calm an agitated siren? They were lethal in any non-volatile situation, how much more would she be when vexed. Good thing he was immune to her particular brand of charm and that she still wore the collar, otherwise he surmised Gabriel wouldn’t have remained unscathed.
He had to figure out a way to explain the impulsiveness of shifters, especially when in the presence of their unmated partner. All without giving the appearance the breed was mentally unstable.
He had no idea how difficult Sameya would be, so he mentally prepared himself for any reaction. She’d spent a long fucking time enjoying her single status, and he could understand why she’d planned to remain unmated. No one would want to lose their freedom to another. But they’d both proven to her that wasn’t the type of relationship they wanted from her.
In the right situation, he’d enjoy dominating her—‘Spread your legs’, ‘suck my dick’, ‘you’ll take it all’—but that was the only kind of dominance he craved. And he suspected she’d make the perfect submissive in the bedroom. That was sex. He’d never want to subjugate her personality. Many Doms would enjoy breaking her fiery disposition in and out of the bedroom, but he and Gabriel weren’t like that.
Maximus found her in the kitchen, sitting at the table with—holy fucking Christ—Gabriel’s mom! And then the were-tiger said the worst thing ever…“Little girl, you’ll mind your manners.”