“Damn, I love seeing our marks all over her tender skin.” Atika whispered, seeing the same need and love on Abyle’s face, feeling the same through their connection.
“Don’t keep torturing me,” Lula begged.
Abyle latched onto one plump breast, engulfing as much as he could inside his mouth before slowly pulling off until only the tip was still inside. Atika could see the tip was turning a deeper red under his brother’s ministrations. With a sharp bite, Abyle let go and was rewarded with Lula gripping his hair in one of her fists. Fuck. Their little mate was far from a tame lover.
He trailed his fingertips down her quivering belly, over her mound of trimmed pink hair. Fuck him, he was in love with the color pink. Or at least on their mate. The tiny little triangle led to the smooth lips, and he’d be a liar if he didn’t admit to loving a female who kept a well-groomed undercarriage.
“I’m glad you approve.” Lula’s hips lifted upward as he paused.
“You inside my head?” he asked.
“You were inside mine, weren’t you?”
His heart banged against his chest, wondering if she’d caught, he and his brother’s intentions. “I plan to be inside a lot more of you shortly,” he said instead of answering her, trailing one finger between her lips.
He was greeted with her arousal, sweet cotton-candy scent filling the air around them. He could get drunk on her and that sweet smell, but he wanted to do a lot more than just fuck her with his finger. Her hips snapped forward, insisting on more with that little action. More, more, more—was a litany that seemed to be on repeat in his mind. It took him a moment to recognize Lula’s voice.
Shit, she was so far inside him, she would know all their secrets. Which was how it should be with truemates. His heart leapt with joy. When they got the parts of her back, they wouldn’t have to worry about losing her when they’d only just found her. The pang that threatened to overwhelm him was shoved to the back of his mind.
“If we do anything you don’t like, you tell us. Doesn’t mean we’ll stop, but we’ll discuss and...see if we can’t change your mind.” He winked up at her.
“Oh Abyle, do that again.”
He realized his brother wasn’t lost in thoughts of losing their mate. In fact, he was taking advantage of the nakedness of Lula and her body.
“Let me see if you taste as good as you smell, hmm?” Atika followed the same path with his lips, kissing, licking, nipping his way down Lula’s sexy little body. It would be a miracle if he lasted long enough to actually get inside their mate.
The more excited she got, the more her skin glistened as if she’d been sprinkled with fairy dust.
“You gonna come for us, sweetheart?” he growled, staring down at the perfection of her with both thighs draped over his shoulders, her body almost shiny with arousal as she panted.
“Oh, my Goddess. If you don’t do something quickly, I’m going to take over,” she swore.
He slicked his thumbs down the center of her, spreading her lower lips before burying his face between her thighs. Fuck. If he died tomorrow, he’d know he’d tasted paradise.
Chapter Seven
LULA STARED DOWN AT the dark-haired male between her thighs, then at the one next to her, shivering at the carnal delight they were giving. In her very long life, she’d experienced many things, but never two men at once.
It had been hundreds of years since she’d even enjoyed a male, her body having decided the pleasures of the flesh, were no longer the same without the heart involved. Now, seeing her pale fingers digging into their dark hair, it was right she’d given up such frivolous encounters. They were right. Regardless of who their Goddesses were, these two men were hers. Her dragon trilled inside her, the hussy.
A swipe of a tongue over her bare flesh below had her moaning. At the same time, a sharp nip to her breast had her crying out in startled pleasure. The dual sensation was tossing her into a world of the unknown, yet she wanted more. Good Goddess, more was becoming her favorite word when it came to these two who seemed intent on giving her more, more, more.
She closed her eyes, relaxing into the soft bedding, clutching at whatever parts of her mates she could touch. She happily gave herself over to them, desperate for the release only they could give. “Yes, right there, please don’t stop, Atika.”
Lula wasn’t above begging, especially when she felt him pulling back. She sighed as he pushed his fingers inside her, then another set joined him, making her pry her eyes open.
“We do this together.”
The words were said in unison just as they pumped in and out, both now watching. She was sure she’d be scandalized, later, having one leg tossed over each man’s shoulder as they moved two fingers each, in and out. She felt so full, so wanton, and the closer was to coming, the less she cared about anything but them.
“You’re sexy as fuck. Come for us, Lula Love,” Abyle ordered.
At his dark order, a small contraction rolled through her, signaling an impending orgasm. Her eyes flew wide at the feeling since she hadn’t experienced one in so long.
She had forgotten what it was like. The tingle racing through her, waking nerve endings like she had been electrocuted, was exhilarating. She reached down, gripping their forearms, holding them in place, silently demanding they not to quit. They could call the shots, tell her they were in charge, but if they thought to withhold what she needed, she’d claw their damn...ohhhh.
“That’s it, Lula. Come for us.” Abyle’s deep commanding voice tossed her over the edge.
Her body shook, pleasure zinging through her from the tips of her toes to her head. Both men removed their fingers, sucking them into their mouths with lusty moans.
“Fuck me, brother, she tastes even better than warm apple pie.” Atika pulled his fingers out of his mouth with a smacking pop.
“I haven’t come that hard in hundreds of years,” she gasped.
As soon as the words left her mouth, she wished she could call them back.
“How long has it been since you’ve been with a male?” Atika settled beside her with Abyle on the other side.
“Do you want to know when the last time I came was, or the last time I’ve had sexual relations? Isn’t that what one of your presidents called it?” She tried to be funny and make light of her nonexistent sex life.
Abyle leaned up on one elbow, and turned her to face him, with a gentle tug on her chin. “Don’t.”
That one word, said with such authority, brought tears to her eyes. “I stopped keeping track over four hundred years ago.”
Both her mates were silent for what seemed an eternity, then as she lay there holding her breath, each man broke out in a smile.
“Well, Lula Love, it’s time that dry spell ended.”
She loved how Abyle called her Lula Love with such sweetness, or with just the right inflection that it had her sex clenching in need. She was in so much trouble with these two males.
Atika gripped her chin next but didn’t talk, using his grip to bring her face around to his. He cut off her smiling retort, his tongue sweeping inside, claiming her in a demanding kiss.
“Hands above your head, Lula Love. We want your total surrender.” Abyle knelt next to her, dark eyes gleaming gold in the dim light of the room.