“So why are you keeping him at a distance?”
The question caught me off guard. I hadn’t realized Tor had been watching his brother and me so closely, but maybe I should have. They were twins, after all. He was obviously invested in how things played out between us.
“I’m not. Not really. I just don’t want him to feel pressured. He deserves to be in control of something, considering what happened to him. It might as well be how things progress between us.”
“Maybe he’s waiting on a sign from you before taking the next steps.”
“Maybe.”
We danced for a few more minutes before Kingston stalked through the crowd, laser-focused on where Tor was touching me. His eyes blazed with jealousy, and for a moment, I worried if Tor didn’t remove his hand from me, Kingston would do it for him.
“My turn,” Kingston growled as the music changed to a slow, sexy beat.
Tor released me without argument, giving me the patented Nordson smirk. “Think about what I said, Hellraiser. I know my brother. He’s taking his cues from you. If you want more, you need only let him know.”
All I could do was nod. Then my gaze was commandeered by my wolf mate.
“I couldn’t take it anymore.”
“What?” I asked teasingly.
“Watching you dance with that tool. Knowing you could be moving against me but were doing it with him instead. Take your pick, baby.” He yanked me closer, grinding his already hardening cock against my thigh.
“Is my King feeling jealous?”
“Fuck yes. Always, when it comes to you.”
“Really? You seem more than happy sharing these days.”
“Only when they’re one of yours, Sunshine. Knobhead over there doesn’t count. He might be related to Alek, but he’s not part of our pack. Not in the ways that would make me okay seeing his body crowding yours.”
“Knobhead? Noah is rubbing off on you, I see.”
He chuckled and leaned his head closer, dipping his chin and giving my mark a little nip. “I think he needs to rub off on you, sweetheart.”
I sucked in a sharp breath at the hunger in his tone. “Does he?”
“Someone needs to.”
Arousal rolled through me, hot and fast—as was the way these days. It didn’t take more than a lingering glance to get my panties damp lately. And with these three, there were a lot of fucking glances.
“Are you volunteering?”
He leaned back just enough to catch my eye. “Always.”
“Volunteering for what?” Noah asked, sliding behind me and curling his arm around my hip so his hand could rest on the swell of my belly.
“Our girl is in need. Can’t you tell?” Kingston inhaled deeply, his pupils dilating. “Fucking delicious.”
“Is it the heat again? That doesn’t make sense.”
“Not the heat. The pregnancy. I hear the hormones can make a woman’s libido ravenous.”
“Stop talking about me like I’m not right the fuck here,” I groused.
“Am I wrong?” Kingston teased, grazing the underside of my breast and making me let out a soft moan.
“No, you fucker, but you didn’t have to point it out either.”