Free Szereto, Mellanie - Two from the Triangle [Bewitching Desires 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Mellanie Szereto

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    More plates of food made their way around the table before he finally relaxed. Romána didn’t speak about love again, but she aimed her unsettling gaze at him several times throughout the meal.
    He drained his coffee cup, washing down the last bite of breakfast and waiting for the moment one of the family distracted her. Luck seemed to be with him when the shorthaired woman approached Romána. Both men shadowed her, each carrying a sleeping baby.
    The younger woman leaned down to kiss the old woman on the cheek, but her eyes never left Heath. “Good morning, Great Grandmother. I see we have a...guest.”
    Any chance of a quick escape deserted Heath when Romána turned her attention back to him. “Mr. Ulrich, this is Heléna’s other sister. Lujza, say hello to Heath Ulrich. Politely please, daughter.”
    The sister rolled her eyes. “I’m always polite.”
    He’d been correct in his guess about her relationship to Heléna and Rebeka, and Flóra hadn’t been exaggerating about her middle daughter’s less-than-sweet disposition. “Good to meet you, Lujza.”
    “Hello, Heath. You hurt my little sister and I’ll—”
    “Must I remind you of your manners again?” Romána gave her great granddaughter a quelling look.
    “No, ma’am.” Lujza extended her hand and pasted an obviously fake smile on her face. “The pleasure is all mine, I’m sure.”
    Both men behind her snorted. They had to possess unlimited patience and a boundless sense of humor to put up with such an outspoken woman.
    The darker man offered a smile. “I am Amalric, and this is Ranulf. Welcome to the Macska estate.”
    Giving a nod, Heath surrendered to the delay. Although he was fairly certain Amalric didn’t really welcome him, Heath gave him the benefit of the doubt for now. The idea that Kilpatrick had brought him to this place was laughable. The greedy bastard would never allow his daughters and multiple husbands to live under his roof. “Amalric. Ranulf. Thanks for the welcome.”
    Romána opened her arms to accept one of the babies. “Heléna will be waking soon, Mr. Ulrich. You must rest while you are able.”
    The old woman’s sudden permission to excuse himself caught him off guard, but he didn’t hesitate. As he rose from his chair, an unexpected wave of exhaustion had him wishing he’d already climbed the stairs to the third floor. He had to concentrate on his words to speak clearly. “I appreciate your hospitality, Romána.”
    Not waiting for her response, he focused on walking back to Heléna’s rooms. His legs grew heavier with every step, and when he crawled into bed beside her, his whole body sank into the cloud of a mattress.
    She rolled over to settle her head on his chest, erasing his earlier frustration. Her silky hair caressed his neck, and he let sleep take him.

Chapter 8

    She had to be dreaming. Nothing else could explain the body heat and masculine scent surrounding Heléna. The unbelievably realistic nightmare about Kazmer creating a hurricane to kill her on a tropical island had morphed into a delicious fantasy.
    A long, hard cock pressed against her hip, and a hand cupped her breast. Male pheromones filled her senses. That rich, musky drug kept her from opening her eyes and discovering she lay between bunched-up pillows and blankets. She wasn’t ready to face reality.
    The palm slid over her nipple, sending a riot of electrical sparks to her pussy. Would arching into the erection ruin her wonderful waking-dream? The urge won, but instead of the disappointment of discovering covers that moved with the pressure, the stiff length pushed back. A low moan accompanied the movement.
    Her eyes flew wide at the vibrations traveling along her spine. A familiar face lay in front of her. Almost afraid to look over her shoulder, she swallowed a jolt of panic and prayed to the Goddess she hadn’t slept through losing her virginity. How had she ended up in her own bed with Heath and Owen? Did they know they