allowed them, she mentally threw the deadbolt on hers just for good measure. Because she wanted to touch them. Skin to skin. Oh, holy hell, Cambria. You’ve lost your fucking mind.
Time to turn the tables. “I bet your cocks are weeping, too.”
“That they are, Cambria. That they are,” said Venom as he slipped his hand inside his pants, but kept a constant, soothing pressure on her arch.
“Why don’t you take those pretty little fingers of yours and test-drive your soft pussy?” asked Viper.
Her breath caught in her chest, her nipples pebbled even more. What was it about sex talk that turned her on? Exhibition— now that was something new. The vixen inside took over, and she trailed her nail down her throat, across her collar bone, and down between her breasts. She stopped to toy with her bow. Venom’s nostrils flared. His brother’s lids lowered.
Cambria reveled in their intense gazes, their tortured cocks, her power over their desire. Viper pulled his cock free, fisting it with long, slow strokes. Pre-cum glistened at the tip of the engorged head. Venom rubbed his member through the straining fabric.
She reached for a ribbon tail and pulled. The leather parted halfway to her navel. Viper bit his lip, and she thought she heard a growl from the other twin.
Cambria continued her downward trek and was surprised when her fingertips brushed her now-bare skin. They were right; the outer folds were soft and oh-so-sensitive. She gripped her clit between two fingers and gave it a pinch, causing her womb to contract as chills raced along her spine. Because there was no turning back now, she slid her middle finger into the soft, wet flesh. Her eyes drifted shut at the sensation, and she couldn’t resist sliding her finger in and out and in and out.
“No coming,” commanded Viper.
Her eyes popped open.
“You can only come when we tell you to,” added Venom. This was more of a request, the flipside of his brother.
Even though the command sent a wave of fire to her core—and she didn’t understand why—she still didn’t like demanding orders or sweet requests. She’d hunted in many BDSM clubs, but the whole Dom/sub thing was a mystery that she didn’t want any part of. Remaining in control was the key to walking away unscathed in this game. She added another finger to the slow, sensual slide. “I don’t play that game.”
“She just wants her ass paddled,” said Viper.
His brother nodded. “I believe you’re right.”
Cambria shook her head. That wasn’t what she wanted at all. She wanted to come. No, she needed to come.
“I think she’s ready for us, bro,” said Viper. He stood and offered her his hand. She placed hers in his and he abruptly hauled her up, laced his hands through her hair, and branded her with a scorching kiss she felt all the way to her toes. It was hot, almost a possession.
Viper stepped away, and Venom filled the space. He approached her slowly, cupped her cheeks, and kissed her, barely touching her, before kissing her softly and deeply. His kiss was teasing, temping, a promise of things to come.
They led her to the bed, and she followed, her mind swirling with the remarkably different twins and her body on fire with primitive desire for both.
Their pajama bottoms had disappeared, which could only mean they’d played this game before and were quite comfortable with each others’ nudity. A green sliver of jealousy cut through her. How many times had they shared a woman? She forced the question aside, would not let her mind spoil this. Viper lay down and offered her his hand, which confused her. She’d thought he would be in the dominant position.
“Why the frown?” he asked.
“I thought you would…I mean you’re…”
“That I would be the one behind you to ride your sweet ass?”
She nodded as mortification flooded her again, something they seemed to make her do often.
“You’re not ready for me, sweetheart.”
“I…don’t understand.”
“I’m
Time to turn the tables. “I bet your cocks are weeping, too.”
“That they are, Cambria. That they are,” said Venom as he slipped his hand inside his pants, but kept a constant, soothing pressure on her arch.
“Why don’t you take those pretty little fingers of yours and test-drive your soft pussy?” asked Viper.
Her breath caught in her chest, her nipples pebbled even more. What was it about sex talk that turned her on? Exhibition— now that was something new. The vixen inside took over, and she trailed her nail down her throat, across her collar bone, and down between her breasts. She stopped to toy with her bow. Venom’s nostrils flared. His brother’s lids lowered.
Cambria reveled in their intense gazes, their tortured cocks, her power over their desire. Viper pulled his cock free, fisting it with long, slow strokes. Pre-cum glistened at the tip of the engorged head. Venom rubbed his member through the straining fabric.
She reached for a ribbon tail and pulled. The leather parted halfway to her navel. Viper bit his lip, and she thought she heard a growl from the other twin.
Cambria continued her downward trek and was surprised when her fingertips brushed her now-bare skin. They were right; the outer folds were soft and oh-so-sensitive. She gripped her clit between two fingers and gave it a pinch, causing her womb to contract as chills raced along her spine. Because there was no turning back now, she slid her middle finger into the soft, wet flesh. Her eyes drifted shut at the sensation, and she couldn’t resist sliding her finger in and out and in and out.
“No coming,” commanded Viper.
Her eyes popped open.
“You can only come when we tell you to,” added Venom. This was more of a request, the flipside of his brother.
Even though the command sent a wave of fire to her core—and she didn’t understand why—she still didn’t like demanding orders or sweet requests. She’d hunted in many BDSM clubs, but the whole Dom/sub thing was a mystery that she didn’t want any part of. Remaining in control was the key to walking away unscathed in this game. She added another finger to the slow, sensual slide. “I don’t play that game.”
“She just wants her ass paddled,” said Viper.
His brother nodded. “I believe you’re right.”
Cambria shook her head. That wasn’t what she wanted at all. She wanted to come. No, she needed to come.
“I think she’s ready for us, bro,” said Viper. He stood and offered her his hand. She placed hers in his and he abruptly hauled her up, laced his hands through her hair, and branded her with a scorching kiss she felt all the way to her toes. It was hot, almost a possession.
Viper stepped away, and Venom filled the space. He approached her slowly, cupped her cheeks, and kissed her, barely touching her, before kissing her softly and deeply. His kiss was teasing, temping, a promise of things to come.
They led her to the bed, and she followed, her mind swirling with the remarkably different twins and her body on fire with primitive desire for both.
Their pajama bottoms had disappeared, which could only mean they’d played this game before and were quite comfortable with each others’ nudity. A green sliver of jealousy cut through her. How many times had they shared a woman? She forced the question aside, would not let her mind spoil this. Viper lay down and offered her his hand, which confused her. She’d thought he would be in the dominant position.
“Why the frown?” he asked.
“I thought you would…I mean you’re…”
“That I would be the one behind you to ride your sweet ass?”
She nodded as mortification flooded her again, something they seemed to make her do often.
“You’re not ready for me, sweetheart.”
“I…don’t understand.”
“I’m
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