Chasing Cristabel (Ashland Pride Six) by R. E. Butler

along
with the others’ jackets. “Is anyone hungry? Or thirsty?” she
asked.
    Hunter caught her around the waist and pulled
her close, pressing her against the hard planes of his big body.
His lips found her neck, and he stroked his tongue across her
flesh. “Just hungry for you, sweetheart,” he murmured.
    Hunter’s mouth moved on her neck as he walked
her through the living room. A door creaked, and she opened her
eyes and saw into Lily’s bedroom. “Other side,” she murmured. Dylan
closed Lily’s door, and they moved to the other side of the living
room where a short hallway contained her bedroom and the bathroom
she shared with Lily.
    She was having a hard time thinking with
Hunter’s lips on her neck, the soft rasp of his teeth making things
tighten low in her belly. He sat down on the edge of her bed after
one more kiss to her neck and ran his hands down her arms until he
captured her hands in his.
    Dylan and Chase sat down on either side of
Hunter, and they looked at each other in silence for a long moment.
Then Hunter cleared his throat. “Cris, we’re not looking for just
one night. We want to have all your nights and your days. When I
said this is just the beginning for us, I meant,” he glanced at his
cousins for a brief moment and then said, “we don’t have to do
anything tonight at all. Just staying here with you, even if all we
do is sleep, is enough for us.”
    Chase ran his fingertip over her wrist. “We
don’t want you to feel pressured into doing anything. We know that
you’re our mate, and we’re just happy to be with you.”
    Dylan looped his finger through the belt loop
of her mini skirt. “I don’t know what to say except that I’m so
glad we’re here with you.”
    She squeezed Hunter’s hands and then slowly
untwined their fingers. “I’m glad you’re here with me, too.” Her
mind wanted to postulate on what a ménage relationship was going to
be like in the light of day, when they faced the reality of their
multiple-mating and what that meant for all of them. But her beast
just wanted to touch them. Hold them. Caress every inch of their
flesh and learn their bodies by memory.
    Grabbing the hem of her top, she lifted it
over her head and tossed it aside. “Make love to me,” she said, her
voice husky with desire.
    Three growls rumbled from them as Hunter
tugged her close with his hands on her waist and kissed the swell
of one breast. Chase stood and moved behind her, his hands sliding
around her hips as he kissed the crux of her neck. Dylan stood and
cradled her face with his warm hands, tilting his head and pressing
his lips to hers. His tongue swiped across the seam of her mouth,
and she parted them on a sigh as his tongue touched hers
tentatively.
    Nothing had ever felt as right as their hands
and mouths on her body, and she knew it was just the beginning.
     

Chapter 6

    Dylan angled Cris’s face and deepened their
kiss. She could feel the connection between the four of them
strengthening. She wasn’t even sure how it was possible to feel so
close to three males so quickly after meeting them, but she felt
like they’d known one another all their lives.
    Chase’s teeth scraped her neck, and she
shivered, moaning into Dylan’s mouth as he pushed the straps of her
bra off her shoulders. Chase unhooked it, and Hunter tugged it from
her body, tossing it aside. She pulled from Dylan’s mouth and
leaned back against Chase as Hunter growled in pleasure, cupping
her breasts and rubbing his thumbs on her nipples.
    She gripped Dylan’s shirt and tugged. He
grinned and took over, pulling the shirt over his head with a swift
movement and baring his upper body. He was lean and well-muscled,
and she ran her fingers over his chest, wanting to familiarize
herself with every inch of his silky flesh.
    With a purr, Hunter kissed both of her
nipples and then sucked one into his mouth. Her body turned to
liquid, and she groaned, sinking her hands into his hair and
drawing him