Melt - Rique and Miranda (Complete)

7 - 'Partners' Means-

Miranda

I watch Cassie and Mattie closely. Cassie tosses a grape at her brother. It hits his nose and bounces off.

"Shouldn't you be better at this?" she teases him.

He mock growls, then opens his mouth in silent encouragement to try again. It takes another four grapes before he catches one, grinning triumphantly as he chews.

"At least you're smart," Cassie says. It's almost uncharacteristic, how she teases him. Mattie teases her, too. It's telling. They're more comfortable with each other than anyone else. Makes sense, I suppose.

Rique laughs, his chest shaking under me. His presses his lips to the side of my head. "Come on a walk with me," he murmurs.

I catch Adrianna's eye and she nods subtly. There's no one else here at the lake, today, but she'll watch Cassie and Mattie all the same.

Rique rises to his feet and extends a hand to help me up. Entwining our fingers, we walk into the woods.

"They're adorable, aren't they?" I muse, listening to Cassie and Mattie giggle and laugh in the distance. "It's amazing how quickly everyone becomes protective of those two." I'm thinking of myself. It took no time at all.

Rique hums his agreement, inhaling slowly. "I need you," he mutters.

I smirk at him over my shoulder. "Horny wolf."

He grins back at me before grabbing my waist and hoisting me up so that my back is against a tree. His very clever fingers dance over my bathing suit. I wore this today for him. It's a tiny red thong bikini. Usually, I'm a little more modest. A little.

When I took my sundress off to reveal it he wiped drool from his lips. Not that I could tease him for it. I was too busy admiring his half-naked body.

"You're so wet, Corazon," he mutters. "Fuck. I knew you were ready for me."

"Fast," I breathe heavily. "I don't want the twins to see us." I don't care about anyone else.

"You think he's mated to Carmichael, too?" Rique murmurs, his fingers pumping wetly in between my legs. "A twin mating?"

"Most likely," I breathe out. I can barely concentrate on our 'conversation,' not when he's playing my body like a fiddle.

"They cuddle closely, ey? Like lovers."

That dampens my lust pretty quickly. "There's no incest there, Rique," I scold.

"I never said there was," he kisses my mouth, his fingers slowing, becoming gentle in response to my tense muscles. "Shh. It's a good thing, Bella. If he's Carm's, then they both will be part of the pack runs with him, si?"

"So?" I rock my hips back and forth on his hand, my fingers wrapped tightly around his wrist. He chuckles darkly, kissing me as his fingers speed up and he hits my sweet spot. His mouth covers my cries as I orgasm, legs shaking.

"LoboGris are dirty dogs, Bella. Part of our pack runs are orgies," Rique says nonchalantly as he maneuvers me so that he can thrust inside my sopping wet core.

I can't stifle the gasp of shock. He freezes, his warm brown eyes roving over my features with concern clearly written in their depths. "Orgies?!" I hiss.

He keeps me pinned to him as I try to furiously wriggle away. Slowly, his features harden, then he smirks. "Didn't you know, Bella? Si, we fuck in the open. All the mated pairs and many who aren't. The alpha, the beta," he stresses his own future title carefully, "we set the example. To show the wolves how much we love and cherish our mates."