“Dude, she’s already beat you the last five,” Chann drawled, hanging upside down off of his brother’s bed, his own controller forgotten in his hand as he tormented his twin. “Give it a rest already.”
Zev grumbled but didn’t argue for a rematch.
“Thanks,” I told them, looking between the pair. “Both of you. You have no idea how much I needed this. Really. I was absolutely losing it.”
“Anything for you, Tinkerbell.”
“Besides, like it’s a hardship to have alone time with you,” Zev commented. “It’s not like we haven’t been working our tails off and needed our own downtime or anything.”
I laughed. “Well, that’s true. And you did bring me cereal.” I shook the colorful box beside me. “That’s always a good idea.”
“We took to stocking it in here, just in case,” Chann informed me with a grin. “Never knew when we would need to entice you into our lair.”
I snorted. “Your lair, is it?” I glanced around. The green and red of the walls was almost glaring, and the dichotomy of the mess on one side versus the cleanliness of the other and the beanbags we had piled in the center was enough to make me chuckle. “What super villain does that make you?”
“More like a dragon hoarding treasure,” Zev teased, nabbing me and pulling me onto his lap as I giggled.
“Nah, dragons hoard princesses, not treasure,” Chann argued, sliding from the bed before tugging me from his brother’s arms and nuzzling my throat.
I smacked the tops of their heads even as I laughed. “I’m not Stretch Armstrong, guys! You’ll break me yanking me back and forth like that.” A rumble worked up their chests, and I looked between two pairs of heated eyes as Zev scooted closer.
“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Chann murmured, tilting my chin up to brush a kiss over my lips.
“I think you’d get very used to be pushed and pulled between us,” Zev growled, turning my head to capture my lips with his. I shivered as the heat of their bodies rushed over me.
“Have you thought about that, Tinkerbell?” Chann asked, pressing a kiss below my ear and angling my head so Zev could kiss me deeper, sliding his tongue into my mouth to taste me. “What it would be like to be between us?”
Zev pulled his lips from mine, trailing his mouth down my throat, his hands going to my hips to help his twin balance me. “Have you, Poppy?” he whispered, his lips pressed against the tender skin of my neck. He pulled back, his eyes a brilliant green. “Tell me. Do you want to know what it’s like to be between us? To take us both at once?” Chann’s tongue teased the sensitive skin behind my ear before he sucked the lobe into his mouth and bit down lightly.
“Yes,” I panted, knowing he’d see the truth on my lips. Zev groaned, his mouth meeting mine as he pressed me back into Chann while he kissed me hard.
“So many different ways we could take you,” Chann whispered in my ear. “And I want to try every single one.” I groaned into Zev, leaning my forehead against his as he pulled away. I began to picture all the different ways my twins could take me at once. It seemed both Chann and Zev liked dirty talk, and I wasn’t about to complain because it seemed I loved it as well.
“I want to see you,” Zev told me, pulling back only long enough to slide my nightgown over my head, leaving me in just my panties. He murmured his approval as he filled his hands with my breasts, running his thumbs over my nipples and making me cry out.
“Goddess, she responds so well.” Chann leaned backwards, reclining me against his chest to watch Zev mold my breasts in his hands. His hands joined in, and I arched at the sensation of two pairs of hands, two different sets of movement, two different angles, nearly making me come as they both focused on me at once.
Zev chuckled, the sound husky as they drank in the way I thrashed beneath them. “Yeah, she does. Just wait until we get her between us. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Pixie?” he teased, sliding his hand down my stomach to toy with the bow perched at the top of my hipbone. “It’s just deciding which way to take you first. What have you dreamt of, Poppy? Whatever it is, we’ll give it to you.”
“Anything,” Chann whispered, leaning down to lick across my breast. “What have you fantasized about, my pretty Tinkerbell? Have you dreamt of us alone in your room? Have you touched yourself thinking of us? Of what you wanted us to do to you?”
Yes, my mind screamed, although I couldn’t get my mouth to form the words. I could only moan under the haze of arousal they were creating for me. Zev’s green eyes were on mine as he grinned, wild and wicked, and shredded my panties. I gasped at the sudden action, only held in place by Chann’s hands. They stared at me, unashamed, both groaning as they looked their fill.
Zev’s hands stroked my thighs as he leaned forward, licking from my stomach to my ribcage. “Mmm,” he hummed. He rested his chin on my stomach, staring up at me. “You still haven’t answered us.” His eyes were glowing green, that wicked smirk gracing his lips. “Have you dreamt of us?”
“You-you want to talk now?” I snapped out.
They both laughed, the husky sounds causing goosebumps to roll over my skin. “Oh, yes. We want to talk,” Chann growled, sucking lightly at my neck. “We want to know what you like every step of the way. What you want. What you dream of. And then, we’re going to give it to you.”
“Until you beg and scream and come for us so hard you won’t know where you end and we begin,” Zev whispered, his tongue tracing the bottom swell of my breast, making me shiver. “And when you think you can’t take any more, you’ll come for us again.”
“So tell us, Tinkerbell. Did you dream of us taking you?” Chann rolled my nipples between his fingers as he sank his teeth lightly into my shoulder.
“Yes!” I cried out as he licked over the bite, shuddering at the pleasure he created.
Zev’s fingers teased over me, tracing the wetness that already soaked my thighs. “What did you dream of, Pixie, hm? How do you want us to take you?” Heat stained my cheeks as he slid one finger inside me, pumping it slowly in then out, and I groaned, closing my eyes. I was so close already. He stilled, and my eyes shot open, looking down at him as he smirked at me.
“He’ll let you come for us, Tinkerbell, as soon as you answer him,” Chann informed me, nipping my ear. His hands squeezed my breasts, molding and shaping them before pinching and rolling my nipples. I bucked, needing more, but Zev was just out of my reach.
“Zev, please,” I begged, before biting my lip.
“Mmm, I like that,” he purred, licking my thigh lightly. “So sweet. Just one little answer, that’s all it’ll take.” He grabbed my hand, sliding it between my thighs, and I groaned at the contact. It was just shy of where I needed it as he brushed it against me, then into me, but only for a moment, not enough to get me where I needed to be. “I think Chann deserves a taste too, don’t you, brother?” He winked at me as I blushed. Chann grabbed my wrist and lifted it to his mouth as he slid my finger between his lips, sucking hard and swirling his tongue to get every drop as he groaned.
“My new favorite flavor,” he growled when he slipped my finger from his mouth. “I could feast on you, Tinkerbell, for hours if you beg me. But you will beg first.”