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but it turned her on nonetheless. His skin was hot against hers. His fingers kneaded muscles she hadn’t even realized were tense. He passed her knees, moving on to her thighs. He paused just a moment when his thumbs brushed the crease between her legs and hips, as if asking for permission, waiting for a sign from her. She lifted up, moving her hips toward him, encouraging the touch she burned for.
    She hadn’t put on underwear after her shower, and when his fingers danced over her pussy lips, she hissed and jerked against him. Blood engorged the area. Desire spiked through her. She reached for the waistband on the pajama bottoms, determined to get them off and get closer to Abel.
    When Delilah started to shimmy off her pants, Abel thought his head would blow off. The little one. He was quick to help her—didn’t want her changing her mind—and yanked them off. She was left exposed from the waist down, and he sucked in a deep breath, forcing himself to exhale and keep on breathing.
    Her belly button was pierced. He’d known that already, since he’d seen a flash of the metal loop in it when she’d been walking around earlier. His gaze traveled up her body and zeroed in on her nipples. He’d bet they were pierced, too. They pebbled hard and large in the cool air of the living room. He couldn’t wait to see them but was determined not to rush this, not to give into the wolf side of his nature that was urging now, now, now .
    Returning his gaze to her middle, he lifted a hand and traced the tattoo that wrapped around her waist. A rose vine complete with thorns. He smiled. It seemed an appropriate theme for her. She was lovely, the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on, but prickly. Stubborn, too, but pure joy.
    He’d been afraid his heart didn’t have room for another bond as strong as the one he shared with his twin. He’d been so wrong. He wished Cain was here to share the bliss of her, but he’d already left the room. He was on his own tonight. They’d agreed that Abel would have her first, that they’d take as much time as they could introducing to their world and the idea of being mated to two men.
    In the were world that only happened with identical twins, and even in their world it was considered a little odd. For the first time, worry edged its way into his mind. The concern that she couldn’t accept what he was, couldn’t accept that it wasn’t just one mate she was getting. He tried to ignore it. When that didn’t work, he went for distraction.
    He pulled her off the couch and laid her down on the thick rug before the fireplace, settling on his belly between her thighs and leaving the thin shirt and the secrets it hid in place. Squeezing his eyes shut, he took a deep breath. Her scent was going to drive him crazy. Decadent and luxuriant; fiery and sweet. He moved forward, swiped his tongue in one long sweep from her ass to her clit. She tasted like a rich, spiced rum. Perfect. No other woman had ever tasted like this, and he and Cain had shared several. He could die happy right here, right now.
    She whimpered when his tongue passed her clitoris, and he went back to it, loving the way her hips thrust up, the way her pelvis undulated against his mouth. Sucking the small nub between his teeth, he gently bit down. Her back arched, and she groaned, long and low. He could feel her body begging for more, tight and trembling under his, and he smiled as he sucked harder, bit harder. So their newfound mate enjoyed a little pain? Good. They’d be happy to oblige her. Thrilled even, and relieved not to hold back. Of course, this didn’t give him a clue what her limits were. What he really wanted to know was how she would take to a whip. Would it get her wet and hot? Get her off? Turn her off? Maybe a little test was in order.
    He recalled the image of her going outside scantily dressed, ill prepared for the cold and inviting the attentions of two wolves she didn’t know. Then there was the hair.