Leap of the Lion (The Wild Hunt Legacy #4)(127)
With a low groan, Gawain gripped her harder, and she felt his shaft spasming inside her.
A second later, Owen did the same with a low growl. His arms tightened around her as he kissed the side of her head. “Thank you, my mate.”
Still embedded deeply inside her, Gawain leaned forward to kiss her, rubbing his cheek against hers like the cat he was. “Thank you, my mate.”
Her arms felt boneless as she put them around his neck and took herself a proper kiss.
“Stay put for a minute.” He withdrew and lifted her up, and she gasped as Owen’s softening erection left her ass. Solid and sturdy, Gawain set her on her feet and held her against him.
Owen laughed, patted her butt, and rolled off the bed to go clean up.
Gawain lay back on the bed with her in his arms. “Thank you, Darcy, for letting us share.”
She considered teasing them by saying she didn’t like it. But…even if her lying abilities worked, they knew better. She’d never come so long and hard before. In fact, it had been amazing to be sandwiched between them, both cocks inside her, feeling…everything. “Thank you for making it lovely.”
Owen returned, crawling in to snuggle behind her, warming her with his superheated body.
The bed was the perfect size for all of them.
Exhausted and delighted, she squirmed until Owen moved forward, squishing her against Gawain’s side. Pinning her between them.
Purring in pleasure, she settled her head on Gawain’s shoulder, feeling Owen rubbing his chin on the top of her head. Gawain’s hand rested on her shoulder.
As the last glimmer of the moon disappeared from the window, she gave a happy sigh. This…right here…was where she belonged.
Chapter Thirty
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A Sunday in the second week in December was the day of their official house and business warming. As anticipation burbled inside him, Gawain trotted down the stairs and into the living room.
A flash from the huge brick fireplace caught his attention. In the blazing fire, two golden and red salamanders were twining and spiraling in a wave of sparks. “Be welcome to our home,” he murmured.
They blinked beady eyes and continued their dance.
Slowly, Gawain turned, reveling in the happiness and contentment that filled the aged house. Earlier, he’d noticed a small nose poking out of a kitchen baseboard hole. Apparently, the OtherFolk had decided their family was stable and happy, and some housekeeping brownies had moved in. He’d have to remember to set out cream and cake for them tonight.
Gawain smiled. He couldn’t wait to tell his mates.
From the kitchen came the cheerful sounds of females talking and laughing. A whirr from outside said Owen was sliding open the big barn door. In a few minutes, the house and barn would start to fill with their guests.
Were they ready? He studied the rooms and nodded in satisfaction. Their house had become a home.
Gawain had owned more than enough furniture to fill the rooms and stock the kitchen. But despite the furnishings, the house hadn’t been a home…until Darcy moved in. Now, her bright red coat hung in the foyer. She’d bought a large round, hand-crocheted rug from her friend Rebecca, and the dark red and brown colors warmed the living room. A table with a chess set stood in one corner. Books sat on end tables, and a knotted piece of crochet work spilled out of a basket.
She’d taken one of Gawain’s early metal artworks and hung it above the fireplace. Beneath it on the mantel were candles and one of Owen’s carvings. From Emma’s house had come lush foliage plants. He hadn’t realized how such small embellishments could change an entire house. Curtains, rugs, pillows, artwork, throws, plants, even bowls of fruit left out so a person could grab something in passing.
He and Owen had stood back and let their mate transform the house into a den that rivaled those created by werebears. All in less than two weeks.
Tilting his head, he smiled, because, in addition to the furniture, each room now held memories. Like Darcy’s giggles when she’d discovered he was ticklish. How Owen’s eyes lit when he realized they’d saved breakfast for him. Their new ritual of arguing over the dinner menu, then cooking it together. The sound of Owen’s laughter when Darcy pounced on him in bed and demanded a morning kiss. The fun they’d had wallpapering the dining room…and Darcy’s adorable hisses when they’d tried to get the glue out of her hair in the shower.
How many memories could they create in a lifetime?
Lifting his nose, he sniffed and smiled at the scents from the kitchen. He’d done his part, whipping up the only two appetizers he knew how to make. Owen had added another. The rest they’d hired Bree and Angie to provide. Now, Darcy and her female crew were setting up trays and drinks.
With a cub in a backpack, Vicki walked into the living room and put a platter of mixed hors d’oeuvres on the coffee table. “Hey, Gawain.” She grinned. “Holding an open house is a great idea to get your businesses started. I think everyone in town—human and Daonain—plans to come by.”
“Good to hear.” Gawain appropriated the cub, checking the hair color. Black, so this was Toren. “I’m surprised Thorson let you hold his cubling.”
“I made her beg.” Joe Thorson stalked into the room. Even as he touched the cub’s round cheek, he frowned at Gawain. “I want a rematch.”