The pleasure gathered deep in Jie’s balls. He burrowed both hands deeper into her hair and struggled not to pull on her.
Shao plunged into her again. Meg moaned. Her lips slid over Jie’s shaft with intense friction. The impact from Shao’s thrust made Meg swallow Jie’s cock almost to the base. That was it. He came, the climax shuddered through his body. His fingers tightened in Meg’s hair, his body powerless, tense and relaxed all at once as he emptied his yang cloud into her eager mouth.
Through his erotic haze, Jie heard Shao growl deep in his throat. Energy shifted in Jie’s body, flowing like water from a faucet. Tingling darts of heat traveled down his dragon, seeming to pour into Meg’s mouth. Jie couldn’t move, couldn’t look up until the intense waves had passed, but he saw Shao behind Meg.
Shao’s skin was flushed dark, his eyes closed. His hands covered the soft swells of Meg’s hips and he was still, as if absorbing the exchange of life force.
The tingling eventually ebbed. Jie’s climax had passed and his dragon slipped from Meg’s mouth. He sat on his heels and cupped Meg’s cheeks.
Her eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily. A soft sheen of perspiration glowed on her forehead and upper lip. Jie brushed her cheeks with his thumbs and watched a lazy smile spread to her moist lips.
Shao grunted softly. Jie looked up and saw Shao looking at him. Shao had pulled out of Meg and knelt with his hands on her hips. He rose up, slid his hands up her sides and turned her gently onto her back. Meg looked up at Jie from where she lay against the pillows. Her eyes were half closed, the irises reflecting complete absorption in what was happening to her. Her hair fanned out on the pillows and she smiled up at him, her lips glistening from his seed.
Jie looked at Shao. To his surprise, Shao’s dragon was still rock hard and shining with Meg’s yin juices. Shao glanced at him for one second then settled between Meg’s thighs again.
Shao moved his hips, guiding his cock to her opening. He pushed once again deep into her cave. Shao lowered his upper body down onto hers. He encircled her in his arms and dipped his tongue between Meg’s soft, full, parted lips, lapped up Jie’s seed. Meg sighed, the sound echoed her complete surrender. She lay quietly under Shao, her body obviously weak with pleasure, while Shao tasted the insides of her mouth with deft strokes of his tongue.
Once again, Jie could taste her lips and the lingering tang of his yang cloud on her tongue, as if he were the one on top of Meg, kissing her. With each stroke of Shao’s cock inside her, Jie felt the slippery yet tight inside of her cave massage his own dragon. His erection rose with the sensation of feeling buried inside Meg. He could even feel the muscles of his own thighs and buttocks clench and flex with Shao’s movements. He also experienced Shao’s deep-seated hunger, both physical and emotional, his clawing need for love and fulfillment.
His own need. The need that Shao embodied.
In that moment, any possessiveness that lingered inside Jie washed away and he watched Shao make love to Meg. Jie’s gaze roved over Meg’s body, lingered on her breasts, appreciated the way they bobbed and shifted underneath Shao.
Jie watched Meg’s hands clutch Shao’s hips and her thighs, soft and pale, pressed into Shao’s sides. Small whimpers of pleasure escaped her throat and Jie could hear how close she was to coming.
Shao pumped harder inside her. Her breath hitched with each movement. In the next second, she clutched his hips and arched her back, her cries caught in her throat as an orgasm obviously plowed through her.
A growl vibrated in Shao’s throat. He held Meg tightly to him, his body clenched. Jie felt the climax in his own dragon. He clutched the bedclothes, anchored himself against the nearly overwhelming waves. Again, energy shifted, thrummed between them. Jie’s body tingled, swirled inside him as yin and yang mingled inside him.
As Jie’s climax passed, the energy simmered down and he grew calm. The same calming process seemed to be happening to both Shao and Meg also. Shao lay over Meg. His cheek rested in the hollow of Meg’s shoulder and she caressed Shao’s long hair.
Jie breathed heavily too. He lay on his side, watching them, unable to move or speak.
Shao rose up on his elbows and nuzzled Meg’s cheek. She giggled softly, obviously tickled by his beard.
Jie smiled. He reached out and caressed her hair.
Meg turned her face to him. A contented glow covered her face. Her pale skin was flushed pink. Her lips were swollen from kisses and her eyes held lazy contentment. “I doubt everyone who travels to China gets to have a first day like I’ve had.”
Jie chuckled and smoothed his fingertips across her soft cheek. “I’m certain you’re correct about that.”
Meg gazed up at Jie and put her hand over his, held his palm against her cheek. Understanding registered in her eyes as she studied Jie’s face. “It’s been working on you, hasn’t it? You seem...different. More relaxed.”
Jie nodded. “I can’t deny it. I felt everything he felt just now, as if Shao and I weren’t separate beings, but one being.”
She squeezed his hand and then turned and pressed her lips into his palm.
They rested like that for a little while until Jie glanced at the clock on the bedside table. It read eleven. They had only one hour before they were to meet Su Lin down in the lobby.
Jie leaned over and kissed Meg’s lips. “I’m sorry, ai ren,” he murmured, “But we must unfortunately get up. It’s almost time to meet Su Lin.”
Meg frowned and he could read the worry that seeped into her features, replaced the contentment that had been there. She nodded and turned back to Shao, stroked his hair gently. “Come, Shao,” she said in a soft voice, “We have to get ready now. We have to show Su Lin that neither of you tried to hurt her.”
Jie slipped off the bed and padded to the bathroom. He turned on the shower and relieved himself while waiting for the water to get hot. Sensing movement behind him, he turned.
Meg and Shao stood behind him. She smiled at Jie and rested a hand on Jie’s shoulder. Her touch always warmed him, especially now when he was nervous about seeing
his ex-wife.
Meg’s green eyes sparkled. “Is it all right if we join you?” She was being so sweet and loving. It couldn’t be easy for her, knowing she was about to meet a woman he’d been with for years before her. He nodded, his blood already heated again from her lush naked body close to his. “Of course. Please do.”
Chapter Six
If Meg was going to face Jie’s ex-wife, she was first going to have more of these scrumptious men surrounding her while they were still naked. The shower spray was deliciously hot and steamy and she loved the way the water made both Jie’s and Shao’s ebony hair shine like a raven’s wings.
She poured shower gel into her palm, and lathered it over Jie’s muscled back.
He smiled at her and lifted his arms. She slid her soapy hands around his sides to his underarms and then over his broad chest. Behind her, a pair of soapy warm hands skated warmly over her back, strong fingers slid over her wet skin.
Meg closed her eyes and leaned in toward Jie. Her breasts fused against his wet chest muscles. “Mmm,” she murmured. Tilting her face up, she rose up on her toes and pressed her lips to Jie’s, licked the water from his lips. If this was heaven, she wanted eternity. Right now.
Jie groaned softly and parted his lips. He swirled his tongue hotly against hers. Behind her, Shao pressed the front of his body to her back. He cupped her hips in a firm hold and pushed his pelvis against her. The nudge of an erection slipped between her buttocks.
Jie grasped her upper arms gently and pulled away from their kiss. His dark almond-shaped eyes simmered. “Meg, we don’t have enough time.”
Shao’s hands slid up her stomach and cupped her breasts before skating back down her waist to her hips. Firmly he pulled her back and slid one hand between her legs, spread open her lower lips. The head of his dragon nudged the opening of her cave.
Unable to resist, Meg lifted her hips
more.
He thrust, hard and smooth, into her already wet cave.
She gasped from the hot pleasure. Her eyelids fluttered, her lips parted. Instinctively, she reached for Jie and anchored her weight on his upper arms. At her touch, she saw Jie’s eyes darken, simmering in the way he looked at her.
“All right,” he breathed. “A few minutes.” And slanted his wet lips over hers. His tongue invaded her mouth, slid hotly against her tongue. He cupped one breast, squeezed her nipple between his thumb and index finger.
Meg moaned into Jie’s mouth as her very bones melted. Shao’s hands on her hips and Jie’s hold on her arm were the only things keeping her from melting to the floor in a puddle of desire.
Jie’s hand slid from her breast down her stomach, his wet fingertips left a hot trail of pleasure on her skin. He didn’t stop until he’d reached her clit, swollen and stretched from Shao’s dragon. In small, heated circles, Jie rubbed her clit, pressing it against the hard shaft sliding in and out of her.
The friction sent jolts of pleasure through her entire sex. Her knees nearly buckled but Shao had her anchored in his firm grip.
Jie pressed down again on her clit. Shao thrust hard. Each slide of his cock brought her closer. And then sparks. Meg squeezed her eyes shut, her body immobilized in that moment of sheer bliss.
Waves of orgasm radiated from her core, one after the other, intensified by each thrust of Shao’s cock.
Her vaginal muscles squeezed him and he rammed into her hard. Jie held her close to his front and Shao flattened his chest against her back, hands anchored on her hips. She felt completely held, surrounded by man.
Shao groaned. He leaned over, pressed his lips to her shoulder as he came. He pushed into her in short bursts and Meg could feel his warm yang cloud fill her. His breath was hot on her wet skin and he panted as he came inside her.
Meg sighed, content to be sandwiched between Jie and Shao while the hot water sprayed them. She rested her cheek on Jie’s chest while she caught her breath. She sighed, smiled to herself as Shao’s dragon softened and slipped out.
Jie’s breathing was harsh, too. He’d gotten hard again and tension coiled in his touch on her arms.
She tilted her face upward and looked at him. Droplets of water beaded off the planes of his cheeks and off his lips. He was beautiful. “What about you?” she breathed.
He kissed her lips softly and moved away. “Later today. After we’ve seen Su Lin.”
* * * * *
Su Lin looked as Jie had always known her. Legs elegant in sheer stockings and high heels. She almost never dressed in anything but a silk blouse, skirt and jacket. Her glossy raven hair was pinned up in its customary elegant bun. Even though Su Lin’s back was to him in the seating area of the lobby she occupied, Jie would have known her, even after twenty years.
She’d been the first woman he’d ever loved. His heart sped up as they drew closer.
Su Lin seemed to sense their approach and turned. Her eyes widened and Jie saw her full lips part. She stood quickly, her purse clutched to her front as if someone would snatch it away, and stared at Jie. Her dark gaze rested on him for a moment and then darted to Meg and Shao in turn.
Jie stopped and turned to Meg. “I think it’s best if you keep Shao a distance away until I make sure she won’t panic.”
Meg glanced at Su Lin with a look that radiated both fear and caution. Jie sensed Meg’s worry and his heart squeezed, but there was not time for assurances now. Meg would have to trust that he loved her.
Meg nodded. “I understand.” Her arm was linked through Shao’s and she kept him pulled close to her side.
Jie glanced at Shao. The lang ren stared at Su Lin, with the wary look of a frightened animal. Jie sensed Shao’s fear of Su Lin and as if the memory were Jie’s own, he remembered how Su Lin had screamed and run from Shao. In his most desperate moments, Su Lin had threatened him and then let police drag him off to jail. She’d responded to his need only with fear, not with understanding. “I won’t let her take you away again, Shao,” he murmured.
With a final gentle caress on Meg’s back over her blouse, Jie walked toward Su Lin again, stopped a few feet away from where she stood. A sudden onslaught of mixed emotions rendered him unable to speak. He worked to gather himself against the churning of shame and guilt Su Lin always elicited, a stark contrast to the passionate tenderness that Meg brought out in him.
Facing his ex-wife in that moment, it occurred to Jie that perhaps Su Lin’s nature had always been this way, even before they ever met. Perhaps he wasn’t quite as guilty of deficiency as he’d believed himself to be.
He cleared his throat. “Is Xun Ju with you?”
She shook her head. “No. He’s in Japan on business.”
Silence.
He indicated the sofa on which she’d been sitting. “Please.”
Slowly, she lowered herself back down while he sank into the nearby chair. Glancing quickly over his shoulder, he saw that Meg and Shao had gone to another sitting area. Side by side they waited on one of the sofas, holding hands.
Su Lin watched him for another moment. “You never told me you had a twin brother.” Mild accusation laced her tone.
He cleared his throat. “That’s because I didn’t know, until now.” He’d reflected on this meeting and on whether to tell Su Lin the actual truth, but had decided against it. She already thought ill of him. There was no need to give her more fuel. “As you know, my parents spent most of their time in Beijing, leaving me alone with Li. They could easily have raised him here or have put him up for adoption without anyone else’s knowledge.”
That response seemed to satisfy her. She nodded, her sharp features relaxing a bit. The adoption ploy could certainly explain the wild nature of Shao’s speech and behavior. It could also explain why Su Lin would have felt so deeply that he was Jie.
However, it didn’t explain how Shao would have known Su Lin.
Jie braced himself for the inevitable question.
“How did he know me?”
Jie leaned back, his forearms on the armrests of the chair. “That is more mysterious. I can only suppose that being an identical twin, we would be connected so deeply that his intuition would have drawn him to you.” He shook his head. “Beyond this, I have no other answer.” He looked at her. “One thing I’m positive of, Su Lin, is that he wasn’t trying to hurt you. He was lost. He can’t speak properly and was frightened.”
She took a deep breath. “Well, he frightened me.”
Jie bowed his head. “It won’t happen again. You have my word. I’ve taken responsibility for him, now that I know he exists.” He glanced away and then back, bowing his head. “I am sorry. For everything. I’ve never meant harm.”
Su Lin was quiet and the only sounds were the sounds of people moving about in the lobby and the clinking of glasses and murmurs of conversation in the nearby restaurant.
“I’m sorry too,” he heard her say.
He glanced up. She was looking over at Shao and Meg now. “Is she your wife?”
Jie looked at Meg. Their gazes met and Meg smiled. Just seeing her there, knowing she loved him, warmed his entire being. He couldn’t help smiling back. “Not yet,” he said softly. He turned back to Su Lin. “We’re engaged.”
“I see Chinese blood in her.”
Jie started. Su Lin’s comment had been surprisingly open. Thankfully, there was no judgment in the tone, just observation. He nodded. “Her grandfather was Chen Lem Kin, Li’s friend from the Shaolin Temple.”
Su Lin looked at him, her eyes wide. “I see.”
“I was in America...on some business...and I met her. In Boston’s Chinatown.” There was no need to tell Su Lin that at the time, he’d gone there to protect her from another lang ren who was coming to claim her as his mate.
Su Lin nodded. “I wish you happiness, Jie.” Slowly, she rose to her feet. “I am grateful that you took the time to explain this to me. I must go.”
A pang squee
zed Jie’s heart. An emotion he couldn’t understand passed through him. “Do you wish to meet Meg?”
Su Lin’s gaze darted to Shao and Meg and she appeared to reflect. “I see that your brother fears me. I understand, and I think that to meet her you’d have to bring him along. I don’t wish to put him in that position. But please, give her my regards and well wishes for your marriage.”
Jie couldn’t help staring at Su Lin for several moments before answering. “I will, thank you.” He held out his hand. “Goodbye, Su Lin.”
She took his hand with just the grip of her elegant fingers and squeezed it briefly before releasing him. She lingered a moment longer, looking as if there were more she wanted to say, but then changed her mind. “Goodbye.” She turned and maneuvered her way gracefully from the seating area. Her heels clicked on the floor as she walked in her elegant way out the front door of the hotel lobby.
Jie watched her leave and heaved a deep sigh.
“Jie?”
A soft touch on his arm made him look up. He hadn’t heard Meg approach, but her mere gaze flooded him with comfort. He put his hand over hers. “I’m all right,” he murmured.
With her hand still on his arm, he rose from the sofa, looking from her to Shao. Warmth flooded him and he was glad that they were both with him. He took another deep breath. A burden had been lifted and he smiled. “What do you say we have some lunch and then I’ll show you a bit of the city before we go up to Xiahe?” And before we make love again, he thought silently.
Meg returned his smile. “I’d say that sounds wonderful.”
* * * * *
Moscow, Russia
“You had my brother killed, you fucking coward.” The tall bodark, an identical copy of his now dead brother, leaned over the desk, his teeth bared at Yelin.
Yelin rose from his desk chair. He now occupied the office that had once belonged to Boris’s brother, Ivan. Boris was right, of course. Yelin had led the alpha to the Chinese bodark who’d fought Schenko to the death. But Yelin couldn’t let this other Schenko get to him, either.
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