“Do you like us on our knees for you, Tesoro?”
She focuses her gaze on mine, before looking back over her shoulder at my brother, and admits, “Yes.”
“We’re going to worship you. You are the idol we’ve lost ourselves to.”
I press my face against her pussy and inhale her delicious scent, before swiping my tongue over her clit. She moans loudly when Carter spreads her ass cheeks and pushes his tongue inside her.
I work her from the front as he works her from the back, and she places her hands on my head and grips my strands of hair with a guttural cry.
“Knox. Carter!”
She sounds so desperate and needy. I fucking love the way she responds to us. I circle my tongue around her clit slowly, something I’ve learned she likes best. Women will tell you what gets them off, if only you pay attention.
I grab onto her hips, knowing she’s getting close, and I don’t want to risk her falling. She tosses her head back as I suck gently on her swollen clit. Heather trembles as her orgasm takesher over. Women are always sexy when they come, but she’s something spectacular, the fucking eighth wonder of the world. The way she looksand soundsis addictive. Normally, I’d already be tired of fucking the same woman, but this one still has me captivated.
Rising to my feet, I grab her face on either side and lean in.
“Taste yourself, Tesoro. See how fucking delicious you are.”
Pressing my lips to hers, I kiss her slowly, sliding my tongue against hers as she moans into my mouth. Pulling away, I spin her around, grab her arms, and pull them behind her.
He wraps her hair around his fist, yanks her head back, and presses his lips to hers. I lower my head and bite the side of her neck enough to sting, but not enough to hurt her. She whimpers into my brother's mouth, eliciting a grumbling growl from his throat.
He breaks their kiss, and stares at her with a heated gaze.
“Fuck, Little Heathen. You’re such a good girl for us.”
I place my hand on her lower back, and she freezes.
“I know it’s ugly, Knox. I don’t need you to fucking remind me.”
Spinning her back to me, I stare into her eyes as I speak.
“We are going to talk about this, Tesoro. Not right now, but soon. Now be our good girl and lie on the bed.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
THE HEATHEN
Ilay on the weird bed with holes in it. Was this specially made? It’s possibly the strangest thing I’ve ever seen, but I won’t argue about it.
I crave their touch. I’ve never experienced anything like what they do to me, but it’s the tender dragging of fingers down my skin that sets me on fire. Like Carter, I’ve also gone without physical affection, albeit for different reasons. Not because I didn’t want it, but it was never something that was offered to me. Even when I was little, my mom didn’t hug me. I didn’t live in a house of ‘I love you’s’. Touch in my house was used for punishment, or bringing about intense shame. It was a house of horrors, even before my father became the Prophet. This is the first time in my life any man has lavished me with adoration, and the fact that it’s two of them is mind-blowing.
I don’t know how long things with these men will last. Killian is sure they’ll get over it quickly. In the meantime, I’m going to soak up every touch, gravelly word, and orgasm, like I can take it with me when I leave. A girl like me can’t hold on to men like this forever. I know Killian is right about that. I’ll live for today,because tomorrow is not promised. Especially with the risks I take, going after my family.
I watch as they both get undressed. Carter pulls his shirt off, followed by Knox.
Carter moves beside the bed and stares at me as he removes his black pants, along with his boxers.
“Touch yourself, Little Heathen.”
I open my mouth to say no, but close it quickly when I spot his heated gaze. Knox gets undressed and moves to the other side of the bed as I place my hand between my legs and tentatively touch myself.
Carter shakes his head as if I’m not doing it right.
“Legs spread. Show us that pretty pussy.”
I open my legs and rub my clit with two identical sets of eyes watching me, mesmerized.
