Page 45 of Love the Way You Lion (Rise of the Resistance #3)

The Bird Pushes The Envelope

TAURUS

F uck, I don’t even know which direction is which.

My wife is lying on my primary, moving around with her in ways that are making me lose my mind.

Everything is hanging right in the balance, almost touching.

The scents in the air are making my demon feel the need to hunt.

My fangs are down, my eyes are gold, and I know without looking that I’m beyond the ability to hide what their little game is doing to me.

I know my wife feels the tension; her Beast feels my demon.

She’s edgy, feeling the burn as much as I do, but ignoring it.

I don’t know why; it’s not like she’s averse to women, nor is the golden one unattractive.

Her arms wobble and give out, and I watch as she collapses on Talia with a low grunt.

Sampson loses his grip across the way, and though I’ve been keeping an occasional eye on him, I notice now that he’s entranced.

It shadows his face a bit, but I see the gold in his eyes.

I turned the lights down to be encouraging—sue me, I’m alive and male—but the highlights across the room as they hit his long hair and lithe frame make my mouth water .

I growl low, everyone’s arousal causing the room to be thick with emotions. I push some of that towards my wife to get it out of me and to help her with the struggle.

They’re both fighting this, and hell if it will not cause one huge ass problem if they don’t get it straightened out. They got caught in their own bloody web. The hiss from my primary makes me smile wickedly, and I know it’s working.

“Oh, crap,” my wife whispers, and I watch her move, wiggling and unable to hold still as some of my emotions push hers over the edge. Her growl echoes at the hiss, and I know they’re about to give in.

My primary’s eyes turn serpentine, and she reaches up to yank the minx’s head down, kissing her.

That is more like it.