Free The Song Bird (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Beth D. Carter Page B

unlimited, unconditional. Do I make myself clear?”
    “You and Jason. I’ll be with both of you, together?”
    “Together, separate, between us, beside us. You’ll be ours, Avilon, until we say otherwise.”
    She looked at Jason and found him staring questioningly at Eli. But as if sensing her gaze, he turned, and she saw the bright flame of desire flaring from his eyes. Whatever he was thinking, it was clear he supported Eli’s ultimatum. Did she as well? Deep down she knew her body hungered for both of them, so was this just a convenient excuse to overlook the moral sin of wanting two men?
    Slowly, she conceded with a nod of her head.

Chapter Ten
     
    A satisfied smile transformed Eli’s face. His usual fierce and autocratic demeanor turned calculating, like a chess piece well played. Jason even went so far as to pat his back in congratulations. It should have annoyed her, but truthfully, all it did was send amusement through her body.
    “In two weeks,” she added and watched the smugness fade in the blink of an eye. Eli Masters was a man who was used to getting what he wanted. But then, she was a woman who wasn’t afraid to take a little risk.
    “You’ll come home with us tonight,” he ordered.
    “I have too much stuff to do in the next two weeks,” she responded airily. “I can’t possibly indulge you as your…plaything.”
    “You make us sound like cats,” Jason grumbled.
    “It’s not a far stretch of the imagination to picture you as a tiger,” she told him. “Eli is a lion, of course.”
    “Touché.”
    “Enough,” Eli snapped. His brow furrowed over turbulent eyes. “I want you now.”
    She cocked her head. “And do you always get what you want?”
    “Yes.”
    “Good things come to those who wait.”
    “Avilon—”
    He broke off what he was going to say when Jason laid his hand where Eli still held her. “Let her go, Eli.”
    “Jace,” Eli warned.
    “She’s right, Eli. She needs time to transform our new business arrangement. If she needs two weeks, then we’ll give it to her.”
    The two men stared at each other before Eli let go of her with a low curse. He turned and walked away, his gait quick but rigid.
    Avilon looked at Jason. “Thank you.”
    He cupped her face. “I’m already regretting my words.”
    And before she could say anything else, he dropped his hand to turn and follow Eli.
     
    * * * *
     
    “Had to open your fucking mouth,” Eli muttered as Jason walked in behind him and closed the door to Eli’s office. He had his hands on his waist as he glared at Jason. “She could be here right now, sucking my cock, but you go and give her a two-week reprieve!”
    Jason mimicked his stance. “Is your cock the only thing you think of?”
    “Hardly,” Eli said with a snort of impatience. “I think of yours, too.”
    “Really, Eli? Are you really thinking about my cock?”
    “Something bothering you, Jace? You have something to say, then say it!”
    But instead of saying anything, Jason pushed him. Eli retaliated by pushing Jason back, pinning him against the wall with his arms up by his head. Eli’s grip was firm as Jason tried to wiggle free.
    And then Eli leaned his head down to press his lips against Jason’s. Jason bucked a little, but he couldn’t move, and the kiss was over in a flash. Eli lifted his head to stare at Jason, his light eyes almost daring the other man to do something.
    “Let go of my hands,” Jason ordered in a soft but firm voice.
    Slowly, Eli released his tight hold on Jason’s arms, tensing as he waited for Jason’s next move. But all Jason did was grab Eli’s shirt front and pull the bigger man into him and smash his mouth against his.
    The kiss was rough, raw. Jason pressed Eli’s lips open, and his tongue slipped inside, seeking his, dancing. He pressed his body more firmly into Eli’s, and Eli gave him a few minutes of power before taking over. He couldn’t help it. It was his nature to dominate. He grabbed hold of Jason’s