Immortally Theirs [Legends & Myths] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Scarlet Day

accentuated her hips as she climbed in front of him. He chided himself, knowing he should smack himself in the head for his wayward thoughts. He so did not need to be looking at her that way. He wasn’t supposed to be getting involved with her, he was just supposed to be keeping an eye on her and making sure she enjoyed herself. But he already knew he was fighting a lost cause.
    Their tour guide ushered the large group into a small room with long wooden benches so they could watch a short film about the history of the winery. Stefan settled next to Claire on the last bench in the very back of the overcrowded room, scooting close to her to allow space for other people to sit down.
    As the lights dimmed and the film started, Stefan’s body went on high alert. Claire’s body pressed up against his side. Her warmth against his arm and leg stirred reactions in his body he hadn’t felt in a long time. He’d spent years, decades, hell, a couple of centuries, trying to find happiness and excitement in the arms of a veritable parade of women. But sex had become boring to him, nothing more than a momentary release and a few hours of distraction.
    This felt different. Very different. He squirmed in his seat, but the action just made it worse. His jeans felt too tight as his hard cock strained against the unforgiving material. His leg slid along Claire’s bare thigh and his arm rubbed against hers. Her breath hitched in her throat and Stefan felt a slight tremble course through her body. He fought a sudden urge to slide his hand along her leg. Glancing over at her, he noticed Claire’s knuckles had turned white from her hands being clasped together so tight in her lap. He grinned. So maybe he wasn’t the only one feeling a little hot and bothered.
    The film ended without Stefan being able to recall a single thing about it. Every sense he possessed focused on Claire as the group moved into the tasting room. Old wooden barrels stood floor to ceiling in racks around the room. Low lighting gave off an air of intimate darkness in the room. He and Claire stood shoulder to shoulder in the tight space while their guide poured glasses of wine for them. The other people in the room might as well have not even been there. All Stefan could think about was the way Claire kept casting glances at him. Her gaze flicked from his eyes, down to his lips, and then back again.
    Stefan liked wine. He really did. But he couldn’t taste anything as he went through the motions of sampling each variety. By the time they reached the sherry and port, Claire’s cheeks had taken on a rosy glow and he could feel heat rolling off of her body. He also sensed it wasn’t just the alcohol causing the reaction. She had consumed more wine than this over dinner with Christian and him the night before and she hadn’t gotten flirtatious then. Now, however, her breathing quickened and her sideways glances and grins at him became more and more enticing, her cheeks turning more crimson with each furtive look. The alcohol had no effect on Stefan, either, but Claire’s responses to the proximity of their bodies sure as hell did. His cock jerked as Stefan thought of closing the distance between them and pressing himself against her.
    They sampled the last wine and then the group filed out of the room, the tour guide directing them to the gift shop where they could purchase the wines they had just enjoyed. Stefan and Claire formed the end of the line. As the other members of the group exited the room, Claire shot a heated look over her shoulder at Stefan.
    It was too much. Stefan grabbed her hand and pulled her back into the room, backing her up against the old wooden barrels lining the walls. Claire looked up at him with wide eyes, her chest heaving against his. Her gaze wandered down his face and settled on his mouth. The tip of her tongue shot out and she licked her lips.
    That was more than Stefan could bear. Throwing caution and all sense of reason aside, he lowered