“Why aren’t you wearing any pants, doll?” Ethan’s warm breath tickled my ear, sending a shiver down my spine as his fingers trailed along my bare hip, teasingly close to exploring further.
My words caught in my throat, my cheeks flushing hot despite my inability to pull away from his touch. His desire mingled with mine, creating an intoxicating blend that seemed to set my skin ablaze. The intensity of his need to touch me, to claim me entirely, was palpable. It ignited a wildfire of sensations within me, overpowering and exhilarating.
Amidst the whirlwind of emotions flooding through us both, all I could focus on were Ethan’s hands gliding along my hip and the insistent press of his hardness against my backside. The growing ache between my legs intensified, and I trembled as Ethan groaned softly against my neck.
With a gentle tug on my shoulder, Ethan turned me so that I lay flat on my back. I instinctively squeezed my legs together, struggling against the mounting pressure building with each languid stroke Ethan traced against my thigh.
Beside us, Kieran stirred on the bed, his dark lashes fluttering before he opened his eyes. I felt the scent of my arousal register in his senses, and before I could prepare myself, a surge of overwhelming hunger and lust roared to life. If we were standing, I knew my legs would have turned to jelly under the onslaught of emotion. Kieran’s eyes roamed my flushed face, tracing from my parted lips down to where Ethan’s fingers still lingered on my hip.
“Couldn’t sleep, sweetheart?” Kieran’s voice was gentle, though the burning intensity in his eyes belied his calm demeanor. I whimpered under his penetrating gaze, feeling Ethan’s grip on my hip tighten possessively.
“She’s got herself all worked up,” Ethan teased against my neck, his voice carrying a sly grin I could hear but not see, knowing my face had flushed an even deeper shade of crimson.
“I have not,” I protested, though my body’s natural response to the twins betrayed any denial. “I’m not worked up, and it was Ethan’s fault.”
Kieran shot his brother an amused glance before trailing a finger down my heated cheek. Even in the dim light, he could see the telltale signs of my arousal. Suppressing a shiver, I felt his finger dance along my arm, down the scratchy fabric of the oversized t-shirt, and rest at my hip where the shorts should have been.
“No pants?” Kieran’s eyebrow quirked in playful inquiry.
Through the swirl of their emotions, it was clear neither was upset by my lack of pants.
“I know,” Ethan chuckled softly. “She’s trying to torture us.”
With a light kiss to my neck, Ethan nipped my skin just enough to make me gasp. Pleasurable sparks danced across my body as Kieran pulled the comforter around my thighs, sending a rush of cool air over my exposed skin. His hand slid up my thigh, settling over the heat pulsating between my legs. I sucked in a sharp breath as Kieran’s touch found the slickness there, a low growl of approval rumbling from his throat.
“We can help you sleep, sweetheart,” Kieran murmured, his eyes dark and hungry, pupils dilated with desire.
Every inch of my body stiffened as Kieran shifted closer, positioning himself between my parted legs. Even in the subdued light, I could see the hunger in his eyes as they devoured my face, drinking in my surprise and inexperience. Kieran’s hands felt rough against the softness of my thighs, holding me gently but firmly as his tongue darted out to graze against my clit. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through me, arching my back and eliciting a breathless gasp that filled the quiet room.
“How does she taste, Kieran?” Ethan’s voice was a husky murmur as he pushed the t-shirt further up, exposing my breasts to the cool air that tightened my sensitive skin.
“Sweet, like honeydew,” Kieran replied in a low, raspy tone.
Ethan trailed light kisses down my jawline, teasingly nipping at my skin until he reached my breasts. Kieran’s tongue continued to lap against me as Ethan’s lips closed around one of my nipples, coaxing a blissful moan from my lips.
Unable to distinguish where my emotions began and theirs ended, I surrendered to the layers of desire, longing, and lust that bombarded my senses. Every touch from the twins was a searing flame against my skin, igniting a fire deep within my stomach that spread in waves across my body. I wanted them-needed them, craved everything they could give me. The realization that I belonged to them, just as they belonged to me, consumed me.
Pleasure coiled between my legs, curling up my spine and electrifying my sensitive breasts as the twins worshipped my body, savoring the taste of my soft flesh. With Kieran’s tongue flicking against my pussy and Ethan’s teeth grazing my sensitive nipples, the pressure between my legs escalated rapidly. Ethan withdrew just in time to witness the star-struck bliss painted across my face as my orgasm rippled through me, curling my toes and evoking a symphony of sounds from my parted lips.
“Look how beautiful she is when she lets go,” Ethan murmured softly, his fingers tracing lightly over my nipple as he watched the euphoria fade from my eyes.
Kieran slid back up the bed, lying down beside me while Ethan observed the rise and fall of my chest.
A pang of guilt surfaced within me as I sensed the twins’ growing desire. I wanted to reciprocate, to touch them as they had touched me, but I was unsure where to begin. The nervousness and inexperience lingered, and I had never taken the lead in such intimacy before. Meeting Kieran’s eyes, I ran my fingers lightly down his defined abs, marveling at the dips and contours of his stomach. I felt him tense slightly under my touch, a low growl escaping him as my fingertip traced along the waistband of his shorts. His hand closed around my wrist, halting my exploration.
“Tonight was about you, sweetheart,” Kieran said with a smirk, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “If I let you touch me there, I might not be able to stop.”
Ethan chuckled against my neck as I pouted, but fatigue was beginning to weigh heavily on me. I felt Ethan’s gentle guidance as I shifted to my side, pulling the t-shirt down to cover my lower half.
“Go to sleep, doll,” Ethan whispered softly in my ear, planting light kisses along my neck.
With my head nestled against Kieran’s warm chest and Ethan’s comforting embrace at my back, my eyes fluttered shut. As sleep enveloped me, the only thought that lingered was of my mates, their warmth, and the tranquility I hadn’t known in years.