New Year's Kiss Page 4

  Mikhel stared at his friend, sensing Zach’s wolf just below the surface. This was dangerous. The two animals were clamoring for control. Clamoring for the same woman. With the moon almost at full strength.

  Mikhel reeled in his wolf and nodded, giving his challenger permission to continue his suit.

  Zach held out his hand but Taylor shook her head and jumped out of her seat, backing away from both men.

  “I need a break. I need to run to the ladies room.” Before either could protest, she turned and fled—looking a little unstable as she ran from the room.

  Mikhel looked down and saw the blue shimmering fabric of her panties and snatched them up, sliding the silky material into his pocket while Zach was still staring after Taylor’s retreating figure.

  Zach watched for a moment longer then dropped into Taylor’s chair. He sat quietly before he finally faced Mikhel. They’d been friends too long to let something like this come between them. But fuck, Mikhel wanted her. So did Zach.

  How the hell were they going to sort this out?

  “Flip a coin?” Zach asked as if he could read his mind.

  Mikhel shook his head. No way was he leaving this up to fate. He’d challenge Zach before he let that happen.

  “So what do we do? Let her choose?”

  Mikhel stared at the crowd. This was so screwed. He was going to either lose the woman he wanted or his best friend.

  “We could both give her up.”

  Mikhel looked at Zach, knowing his friend would recognize the “are you insane” look in his eyes.

  “Okay, not likely. We have to figure out something—” Zach’s voice faded as they both picked up on a conversation, just out of human hearing range. Two females.

  “What are you doing?” the first asked, her voice tight and hissy.

  “I just want to get a better look. They are sooo delicious.”

  “And they’re here with Taylor.”

  “Yeah but one’s got to be going home alone. It’s not like they can share her.”

  Zach’s head snapped toward Mikhel. Mikhel looked at Zach. Was it possible? Could they do it? Would their wolves allow it?

  They moved in sync as they rose to their feet, walking away just as the two women approached, both males looking for their female.

  * * * * *

  Taylor walked back into the ballroom, acutely aware that she wasn’t wearing any panties. Mikhel had taken them off her. She’d let him take off her panties. And he’d touched her. His fingers had stroked her pussy like it was a treat, a special place. Taking her close but not quite to orgasm with a few light caresses.

  And that had been after Zach had kissed her. She’d sucked on his tongue like it was a lollypop and moments later she’d let Mikhel put his hand under her dress.

  What the hell was wrong with her? When had she turned into a slut? Toward the end of their relationship, she’d barely tolerated sex with Chic, now it was like her body was humming, wanting to spread her legs for the first available man. No, not any man.

  Mikhel.

  And Zach.

  Great. She wasn’t a total slut. She just wanted two men.

  The New Year was not starting the way she’d hoped.

  But the previous year was seconds away from being over. At midnight, the room would start to clear and she could slip away. Find a taxi and go home. Maybe it was time to try her vibrator again. She’d never much cared for it. The rapid little pulses had been too much for her pussy but tonight she needed something. Yeah, that was it. A short, exciting orgasm to start the New Year.

  She approached the table and saw her “dates”. Both men stared at her, watched her.

  For much of the night, she’d felt torn, pulled in different directions, but now, they both reached out their hands.

  “It’s almost the New Year,” Zach said, snagging her fingers and guiding her between them. She smiled as Zach put his arm around her shoulders, the tension dissipating with his laughter. Something had changed while she was gone but she couldn’t decide what. Maybe it had all been a trick of her mind. No, she’d never have come up with a scenario as sexy as this one. And it wouldn’t explain the loss of her underwear.

  Mikhel placed a glass of champagne in her hand. He turned away and returned, giving a glass to Zach, tapping his flute against Zach’s, as if they’d made some sort of agreement.

  “Ready for a new adventure?” Mikhel asked, his arm sliding around her waist. She nodded and gripped her champagne flute. Zach’s hand criss-crossed behind them, holding her against his body as well.

  “10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1…Happy New Year!”

  They all shouted the words and raised their glasses. Taylor took a sip of champagne and turned instinctively to Mikhel. Dammit, she was getting her New Year’s kiss.

  “Happy New Year,” he whispered a second before his lips covered hers. There was no mistaking the intention of his kiss. He cupped his hand behind her head and held her in place as he slid his tongue into her mouth, tasting and conquering. This was a sexual kiss and the sensation sank into her pussy, making the need to come even worse.

  Mikhel slowly eased his mouth away, his eyes glowing as he looked down at her wet lips. Her heart pounded in her ears, blocking out the sounds of the room.

  Hands cupped her hips, her body was turned and Zach was there. “Happy New Year.” He placed his mouth against hers, a light caress, as if he waited to see if she would accept him. She opened her lips and couldn’t resist easing her tongue forward, tasting him. He welcomed the caress and wrapped his tongue around hers. His touch was so different from Mikhel’s, gentle and teasing. As she entwined her tongue with his, she felt Mikhel’s mouth on her neck, a sharp sensual bite against her skin. The sensation rippled through her body and settled her in her clit.

  She snapped her head back. The sounds from the room overwhelmed her. Cheers and shouts, the band playing “Auld Lang Syne”.

  Still lost in their kisses, her body hummed with the need to feel more.

  “Let’s get out of here.” Mikhel’s command resonated in her core. He snagged the champagne bottle off the table and grabbed her hand. Zach took possession of her other hand and followed them out of the room.

  Mikhel didn’t stop, heading directly toward the elevator. The little bell announcing the car had arrived was a strange music that filled the air.

  They stepped onboard and Mikhel hit the button for the penthouse. Before Taylor could ask what was happening, her back was against the wall and Mikhel was in front of her. His mouth kissing, licking, biting her neck. The strong warmth of his body pressed against her and she instinctively opened her thighs. His leg slid between hers, pressing against her clit.

  God, it was delicious. Each stroke of his tongue and teeth was pleasure and pain. She arched her back, needing more.

  Zach snagged the bottle out of Mikhel’s hand and raised it to his mouth. He swallowed the bubbly liquid. Taylor watched his throat. Wanting to drag her teeth across those tight muscles. He poured more into his mouth and then turned to her. Mikhel’s mouth worked her throat, marking her skin, making her ache deep inside. She stretched up, welcoming Zach’s kiss. He opened his mouth and released a warm stream of champagne between her lips. She swallowed and accepted his kiss.

  Heat once again swept up her leg. Mikhel’s hand on her skin, her thigh, between her legs, his palm covering her pussy like he was claiming it.

  “That’s it, baby,” he whispered, his lips pressing against her ear. “I want inside this sweet, tight cunt.”

  Taylor gasped. No one had ever talked to her like that, using that word. It vibrated through her flesh.

  The “ping” as the elevator opened shocked all of them. Mikhel and Zach whipped around, placing her behind them, like they perceived some threat.

  It took only a moment for them both to realize they’d reached their destination. The two men looked at each other and nodded.

  Mikhel turned and offered Taylor his hand. She looked at both men. She’d known them
for six months but now something was different. There was an energy flowing around them, between them, that she didn’t understand.

  But her body moved without direct command from her mind. She placed her hand in Mikhel’s palm and let herself be led into the penthouse suite.

  Zach followed behind them, the champagne bottle in his hand.

  Taylor glanced over her shoulder to look at him, somehow feeling safer with him. Not that she thought Mikhel would hurt her but there was something powerful about him. Dangerous. Haunting, almost.

  Zach was a friend. A very sexy friend with a wicked tongue. A new flush of warmth spread into her sex. What the hell was going on? She thought about the last time she’d made love with Chic. It had taken a long time, hours of mental preparation, before she’d even been ready to let him fuck her. And then there hadn’t been enough left over for her orgasm. He’d tried. She had to give him that. He’d really tried but eventually she’d faked it, giving him the satisfaction that she’d come.

  God, how long ago had that been? Weeks. It had to be weeks. Despite the fact that they’d just broken up on Christmas Eve, they hadn’t slept together for three weeks before. Probably because of her poor acting ability, she decided as she followed Mikhel into the suite.

  It was difficult to contain her gasp. The room was gorgeous, almost bigger than her whole house. A sunken seating area provided a perfect view of the city skyline. She looked around, feeling a little unstable in the dense carpet beneath her feet. A door stood to the right and Taylor knew it was the door to the bedroom.

  Bedroom. Damn, what was she supposed to do now? It wasn’t like she didn’t want to sleep with one of them…but which one? They were both great. Different but still incredibly attractive in their own right.

  Zach or Mikhel?

  Both men promised such wicked possibilities that she didn’t know who to choose. Wow, it would have to be Mikhel. Not that she didn’t want Zach, because she did, but Mikhel was so powerful, such a force.

  She looked at the skyline for a long time, the champagne singing through her veins.

  Finally, sensing both men were behind her, she turned. And had to fight to contain her whimper.

  They were so beautiful, so dangerous. Different but tempting.

  Zach with his laughter, Mikhel with his strength.

  “Uhh…” The ability to speak seemed to have left her and Taylor stared at them, the memory of Zach’s mouth on her lips and Mikhel’s fingers on her sex competing in her mind.

  What was she going to do?

  “I see it that you have three choices…” Mikhel said, as if he was answering her mental dilemma. “You can kick us both out and spend the rest of the night enjoying the luxury suite.” Zach crossed his arms across his chest as if he didn’t approve of the first option. “You can choose one of us and whoever you choose will spend the night pleasuring that delectable body of yours. The other will go home.”

  Taylor’s pussy clenched and she placed her fingers against the couch to hold herself upright.

  She looked at Mikhel. He’d said there were three choices. What was behind door number three?

  “Or?” she asked when he didn’t speak.

  “Or you can have us both.”

  Chapter Four

  The breath left her lungs—like someone was squeezing her chest and wouldn’t let up.

  Have them both? As in have sex with them both?

  Oh no, she couldn’t do that.

  Could she?

  True, she’d thought about sex with both of them. But never together. Oh my gosh, that would be a ménage a trois. She’d only ever read about them and had barely let herself imagine what kind of woman would be sexy enough to draw two men to her.

  She looked at Mikhel and the heat she’d felt from him before had returned—calling her, practically demanding her compliance. An image popped into her head of her kneeling before him, naked, submitting to him. Moisture flooded her pussy and she forced a bit of air into her still tight lungs.

  Goodness, was she actually considering it? Were they serious?

  The light in Mikhel’s eyes was too intense. She dragged her gaze away and looked at Zach. If this was a joke, he’d know. He’d let her know.

  But the serious sensual stare that came back to her didn’t make her feel like laughing.

  Both of them?

  Then Zach smiled.

  “Why don’t we all…” He held up the champagne bottle. “Have another drink and give Taylor some time to think about it.”

  Mikhel’s shoulders rolled up and back, like an animal preparing to attack. He curled his neck to the side, chin dropping down. Muscles strained at the side of his throat. He took a deep breath and slowly the tension faded. He looked up and nodded—though she could tell he didn’t think it was a good idea.

  Somehow Zach found glasses. He poured champagne into the three crystal flutes and handed them out.

  Her mouth was suddenly dry and Taylor gulped the expensive bubbly down, letting the liquid tickle her throat.

  She looked at the two men, stunned that they both seemed to want her.

  Zach stepped forward. Though he often seemed to make the first move, she had the clear impression that Mikhel was the stronger of the two, the more demanding, dominant one.

  Zach tapped his glass to hers and then bent down, his lips whispering across hers in a tempting, seductive caress, so light it couldn’t be called a kiss. But it made her want more. She chased his lips, stealing a kiss before she heard Mikhel’s voice.

  “I thought we were giving her time to think.” The statement was low and gravelly, like rocks thundering down a mountainside.

  Zach straightened and winked at her. “We are…doesn’t mean we can’t influence the decision.”

  A growl rumbled through the room and the sound of crystal breaking. She flinched and looked over Zach’s shoulder. Mikhel’s glass was on the floor, in pieces. He stepped over it without a second glance, taking two strides to be at her side. With a glare toward his friend, he snatched her out of Zach’s hold and yanked her to him.

  Ready to protest being treated like a rag doll, Taylor found herself unable to speak. Mikhel’s lips on hers, his tongue in her mouth, demanding, commanding a response. Vaguely she was aware of Zach taking the champagne glass from her hand. But he didn’t go far. Even as Mikhel conquered her mouth, Zach returned, placing hot kisses along the back of her neck, his tongue stroking her skin like he was sampling before he ate.

  Her fingers clenched and she found them filled with hot male ass. Mikhel grunted and moved, his hips punching forward. He snapped his head back. The red light in his eyes captivated her. His lips were pulled back from his teeth and his breath was hard and pumping.

  “Choose,” he commanded.

  She felt a hot wicked bite from Zach, just at the base of her neck. Mikhel’s hot, hard body in front of her.

  “Door number three,” she whispered.

  Mikhel heard the beast scream in his head and claw at the inside of his chest. This was more than the wolf that lived inside him. This was the were—that frightening third form that lived inside male werewolves, dangerous, territorial…and his were beast wanted Taylor.

  He shook his head and breathed deep. The sweet scent of Taylor’s cunt calmed the creature inside him. She was hot, wet, ready to be fucked. He could almost taste her pussy on his tongue.

  Zach raised his eyes as he kissed Taylor’s throat. The dare was there but Mikhel didn’t respond, didn’t lunge at his rival the way his beast wanted. Instead he let the wolf and human have the power. Taylor wanted both of them. They would have her, both of them. Giving her pleasure until her body screamed with the joy of it.

  He cupped her head and pulled her close, driving his tongue into her mouth, needing to feel that sweet submission, the delectable sacrifice as she offered herself to him.

  His hand slid down her back. The hot silk of her skin flowed beneath his palm like lava. He sensed rather than felt Zach’s caress to her othe
r hip.

  “Hmmm, you were wearing panties earlier,” Zach whispered, the laughter so typical of Zach hanging in the air.

  Mikhel drew back from the intoxicating kiss and couldn’t resist smiling at his friend.

  “So you’ve already collected them? Very good.” Zach’s approval was followed by a slow stroke of his tongue up the side of Taylor’s neck. Her breath caught and Mikhel watched, saw her pleasure as Zach kissed and touched her, his hands sliding down her hips, cupping that ass that Mikhel wanted to claim.

  The were in him wanted to rip Taylor from his rival’s grasp but he crushed the violent urge and trained his attention on Taylor. God, she was so beautiful. Sleek lines and rounded curves, curves that matched the shape of his hands. Her back arched up, pushing those ripe breasts into Mikhel’s chest. Damn, he had to have her. He needed to feel those beautiful tits in his hands, his mouth.

  The were struggled for release and Mikhel used the power, letting his hands turn to claws as he raked them down her back, carefully snagging only the two straps that held her dress together. He pressed his body against hers, momentarily holding the material in place. Then as if they’d planned it, both he and Zach stepped away. The broken straps fell and the dress dropped to the ground in a pile of beautiful silk colors.

  But it was nothing to the beauty that remained before him.

  Taylor blinked both eyes and looked at him, stunned that she could be so immediately naked.

  He watched her arm muscles flinch, like she wanted to cover herself, but he reached out, snagging her wrists and holding her back.

  “No, baby. Let me see you.”

  She resisted his command—just for an instant—but then the natural submission in her came through and she relaxed, nodding her agreement. Mikhel moved back another step, looking at the luscious form before him. She wasn’t model thin by any means but she was delicious, curvy. Her breasts and ass made his palms burn. And that sweet succulent scent that floated from between her legs made his mouth water to taste her.