New Year's Kiss (8 page)

Well, there was no choice now. They were outside the restaurant.

“I look like an idiot.” She tugged on the pants that were stretched across her hips. Mikhel’s pants. She hadn’t thought to bring a change of clothes. She hadn’t expected to need it. Her gown was unwearable. Not completely ruined but it would take a better seamstress than her and more than five minutes to fix the straps that Mikhel had snapped last night.

So she and Zach had put together a mish-mash of clothes. Zach’s shirt, which thankfully hung down almost to her thighs. Mikhel’s trousers, tight across her ass and rolled up so they made very thick cuffs at her ankles. Her high heels made the finishing touch to her ridiculous outfit.

No bra and no underwear.

Mikhel had just smiled when she’d asked about her panties, fearing he’d left them on the floor of the ballroom. No, he promised he’d picked them up but he was keeping them as a prize.

“You look delicious,” Mikhel said, dropping his voice so only she could hear. “Good enough to eat.” As he spoke he put his hand on her ass and gave it a gentle squeeze, telling her that it wouldn’t take much for her to be the main course at his table. The hungry caress gave her the boost of confidence she needed to actually walk inside.

They entered the elegant dining room and the hostess immediately rushed to greet them. To give her credit, she didn’t flinch after seeing Taylor’s outfit. She simply led the three of them to a corner booth. Mikhel nudged Taylor’s hip, urging her to climb inside. Zach sat down on one side of her, Mikhel took up the space on the other. Both men sat close but she didn’t mind—after having them surrounding her for the past twelve hours, it was strange to not be touching one of them.

The waitress came up and offered them champagne, which they all accepted. Taylor didn’t know about the two guys but the champagne made her remember the night before—and Zach and Mikhel licking it off her skin. She sipped from her glass and looked at Mikhel. His eyes were hot and she knew he was sharing the same memory.

“I’m going to run up to the buffet,” Zach said, sliding out of the booth. “Honey, you want to go or you want me to get you something?”

She pressed the edges of her shirt together and sighed with relief. “If you would get me a plate, that would be great.” It wasn’t that she was embarrassed about last night but she wasn’t sure she wanted to show the world that she’d had her clothes stripped off her by two gorgeous men.

Mikhel stayed with her, turning his body toward her, effectively blocking out the rest of the room. They talked about mundane things but Taylor was having difficulty following the conversation. Maybe it was the way Mikhel looked at her, as if he truly had the intention of eating her. Every once in a while his eyes would appear to flash red. She knew it had to be a trick of the light but it was still fascinating. He toyed with a strand of her hair, twirling it around his finger, releasing it and repeating the process. His knee touched hers, rubbing occasionally as if reminding her he was near.

Zach returned with two plates overloaded with food. Mikhel kissed her and climbed out of the booth, leaving Zach to place the plate in front of her.

She looked at what he’d chosen and gasped. “Zach, there’s no way I can eat all this.” There were scrambled eggs and potatoes, bacon, sausage and ham, two little Danish things, a piece of chicken and some pasta salad.

“You never know. You expended a lot of energy last night.” He winked as he sat down.

Even knowing she should be polite and wait for Mikhel to return, the spicy aroma filled her until she couldn’t resist. She grabbed her fork and tried to take a dainty bite of egg. The flavor melted on her tongue and she groaned. It was so good. She grabbed a piece of sausage and bit into it and she almost came. The spicy meat exploded on her tongue and she shoved the rest of the link into her mouth. As she chewed and swallowed, she realized she was practically shoveling food in her mouth and looked up at Zach, wincing at her unladylike behavior.

He wasn’t appalled. He seemed pleased. He nodded and started to eat.

Conversation was light. Mainly focused on how delicious the food was. She couldn’t seem to get enough,
fast
enough. Even when Mikhel returned, they barely looked up. He didn’t seem to mind. He dug into his own plate, putting extra pieces of sausage onto Taylor’s plate.

Her upbringing told her to reject them, that surely she couldn’t eat any more but the meat was delicious and she wanted it. It was like her body was craving meat. She ate another piece of sausage, with her fingers, even. After it was gone, Mikhel leaned over and kissed her, slipping this tongue across her lips. God, he tasted good. Her nipples tingled and she squirmed, trying to ease the spike of need in her pussy. Mikhel raised his mouth for just a moment.

“You’re getting your scent all over my trousers.”

The thought of leaving her mark on his clothes sent a flood of moisture from her cunt. Mikhel growled, like he could sense the sudden rush and drove his tongue deep her into her mouth. The noises from the restaurant disappeared and the wicked hunger returned. She needed to fuck him. Now.

Underneath the table, Zach’s hand slid between her legs, cupping her mound, rubbing the rough material of her trousers against her clit. Releasing a soft cry, she pulled back from Mikhel’s mouth and looked at Zach. God, she could smell him. The delicious scent of meat and desire wafted toward her.

Her body started to move toward his, needing a taste, needing—

“Taylor!”

The sharp feminine cry jolted her from the lust-induced haze and she froze, pausing to evaluate the situation. She was in a public place with one man’s hand between her legs and the taste of another man on her lips.

It didn’t freak her out nearly as much as it should have.

She inhaled slowly through her nose—ignoring the hungry scents from the two men around her—and exhaled through her mouth, releasing some of the stress and trying to let go of some of the desire. It was still surging through her body but she wouldn’t rip out the throat of the one who’d interrupted her.

Taylor listened to her own thoughts. They were strange, almost violent, but seemed so natural. Weird. She looked up.

“Rebecca. Good morning.” Taylor forced a smile, knowing how this had to look. It had to be obvious what was going on and Rebecca was pretty observant. Rebecca stood in the aisle, an empty plate in her hand, as if she’d been in line at the buffet, seen Taylor and walked away.

“Glad to see you’re alive and well.” The words were casual but the tone wasn’t. Neither was the hard stare. “Did you get my message to call me?”

Taylor’s eyes widened and Mikhel drawled, “Oh right. Taylor, your friend Rebecca called.” He drilled Rebecca with a taunting glare. “I think she was worried about you.”

Taylor giggled—and she rarely giggled—hoping to ease some of the tension.

“Well, I’m fine.” She thought about it, did a quick inventory of her body and except for still being hungry and really wanting sex again, she felt good. Alive, ready to move. “I’m great. Great party last night, huh?”

“Yeah, we lost you at the end.”

“We ran out as soon as the champagne toast was done.” Taylor was quite proud of herself. She made it sound very casual. Not at all sordid or slutty. Zach’s hand slid away from her crotch but Mikhel didn’t move back. He wasn’t giving an inch. The almost scary red eyes were back.

Rebecca stared for a long time, directing her fierce gaze at Mikhel and Zach. Then back to Taylor. “I need to go to the ladies room.”

Drat, Taylor had to go with her. Had to get grilled on what happened. If she didn’t do it now, it would be worse later.

“I’ll join you.”

She tapped Mikhel’s hip, indicating that he should slide out. For a second he didn’t move except to look at her, almost offended that she’d asked him to move. Then he sighed and slid out, helping her from the booth and pulling her close.

“Your friend can’t pee by herself?”

“Be nice,” she hissed back in warning.

“Oh I am. Wait until you see me in a bad mood.”

She shivered. Something about the low sexual warning in his voice, and the prospect that she would get the chance to see him in other moods, made her knees weak.

“I’ll be right back.” She patted his chest like she was calming an upset animal and then nodded to Zach, silently asking him to keep Mikhel in check.

When all seemed well, she walked off with Rebecca. Again they didn’t make it to the bathroom, they barely made it out of the restaurant before Rebecca dragged her over to a corner and demanded to know what was going on.

“Nothing. Much.”

Rebecca didn’t believe that for a moment.

“Okay, so we went to the party.”

“I remember. I was there.”

“Yes. Well, did you know Mikhel and Zach own the hotel? Cool, huh? They have a suite here. So after the party, we went up there.” She smiled. “I was really glad because I hate driving on New Year’s Eve. Too many crazies on the road, you know?”

“I know. What happened? Why was mister tall, dark and cranky answering your phone this morning?”

“Because I was in the shower?”

Rebecca’s eyes tightened and Taylor sighed. This was probably best because she really needed to talk to someone about this. About this strange way she wanted both men. And she’d had both men. Repeatedly.

“Okay, here’s the deal. The three of us went to their suite and had sex. All night.”

“All three of you? Had sex?”

“Well, no.” Rebecca sighed like she was relieved. “I mean, they both had sex with me but not each other.”

“Taylor!” The shout stopped traffic in the hallway for a moment, long enough to grab everyone’s attention. Rebecca’s face morphed through an array of emotions, confusion, disgust, more confusion and finally settling on concern. “Are you okay?”

Her worry melted Taylor’s heart. That was the thing she loved about Rebecca. She didn’t judge. She just wanted to Taylor to be happy.

“I’m great. They are good guys.”

Rebecca nodded and Taylor knew she was still processing the information.

“Was the sex any good?”

“Oh my God.” She grabbed Rebecca’s hands. “I mean really,
oh my God
.”

“Wow. Well, I guess…uhm, good for you. Interesting way to start the New Year.”

“I know. I’m a little—”

A crash of plates inside the restaurant stopped her words. For a moment, Taylor thought to ignore it but another crash followed and she decided to investigate. With Rebecca trailing behind her, she hurried back inside. And saw Mikhel, leaning against the wall—with Chic’s neck in his hand. Chic was turning an unflattering shade of red.

Taylor ran down the aisle, stepping over the broken dishes, to stand beside Zach.

Zach wasn’t touching Mikhel, wasn’t trying to peel his hand off Chic’s throat, but he was talking to him.

“Let him go, Mikhel. People are watching.” Mikhel didn’t seem to hear him. “Come on, Mikhel, back off. Take control.” That seemed to have a special meaning between them and the tension in Mikhel’s muscles started to loosen. “That’s it. Put him down. He’s nothing to us. Taylor won’t even remember his name.”

With a final growl, Mikhel yanked his hand away and freed Chic. He wobbled and grasped his neck, gasping for breath.

“Get out of here before I let him have you,” Zach snarled, sending Chic into a stumbling run away. Zach placed his hand on Mikhel’s shoulder. “Come on, man, let’s get you out of here.”

Mikhel snapped his teeth like he was trying to bite off Zach’s hand but he moved away. Keeping his head down, he didn’t even speak to Taylor as he strode out of the restaurant.

“Is Mikhel okay?” Taylor asked when she found her voice.

Zach shrugged. “Mostly.”

“What happened?”

“Dick decided to introduce himself as the man who used to sleep with you. Mikhel didn’t like it.”

“Hmmm, I like him better already,” Rebecca said.

“We’d better go after him.” Zach put his hand at Taylor’s back. “I’ll have room service send up the rest of our breakfast.”

Taylor’s stomach rumbled in agreement. She’d already eaten half a pig but she was still hungry for more.

* * * * *

Mikhel paced around the sunken sitting area. This suite was too fucking small. He needed space. He needed to run.

He needed to fuck.

He sniffed the air and the sweet scent of Taylor’s cunt called to him. The effects of the serum in his cum that he’d pumped into her last night still lingered. Her body would take him. His wolf growled its approval.

Zach walked in, his hand casually resting on Taylor’s back as he whispered to her. No doubt explaining Mikhel’s strange behavior—at least as much as he could. The male touched his woman. Another, darker voice inserted itself. He would rip out his throat, dine on his blood.

A snarl, a warning erupted from his throat—the sound so loud it shocked him. And he saw both Zach and Taylor flinch. But he couldn’t control the beast. This wasn’t the wolf. This was the other. The
were
. Zach’s eyes tightened and then he took a step back, away from Taylor. That seemed to confuse her even more. No doubt she hoped Zach would protect her.