Seeking Snow Falls
Adam bent his head and pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “When we tell you these things, we mean them. We’ll explain more, but in our pride, mates mean everything. We don’t abandon them. We cherish them for all time. No matter what.”
His words seeped through and warmed me from deep within. “Thank you, Adam.”
Cameron shifted closer and placed a large hand on my back. “We will always be here for you, kotyonok.”
“I see that Adam took advantage of my absence.” Connor smirked as he strode through the room in a pair of gray sweatpants that hung loose on his hips and tight white shirt. Fuck, I think I preferred him in the blanket. That was less distracting.
This outfit put everything on display and out there. Including the outline of his solid cock. And holy shit, he wasn’t kidding when he said his feet were proportioned with his cock. My mouth parted as my eyes honed in on the obvious bulge in his pants. I’d seen it in all it’s glory before, but encased in gray sweatpants? Yeah, I was a goner.
Damn these men and their perfect bodies.
They were probably going to be the death of me.
Have it be known that I, Laney Ashford, would die of sheer sexual frustration. Because I still couldn’t believe that these men wanted anything to do with me. Nope. Absolutely not.
“Like what you see, kitten?”
My brow furrowed together at Connor’s teasing words. “If you’re going to call me kitten, why don’t you say it in Russian, like Cameron?”
One perfect eyebrow rose as Connor stalked toward me. His tongue darted out to moisten his lips and I hung on every move that his lythe body made.
With a hand planted on either side of Adam and I on the couch, Connor leaned down and ran the tip of his nose along the soft skin of my cheek. “I’ll let Cam have that name. I’ll come up with something better. Besides, I tend to call Adam kitten. For now, little Laney works just fine.”