"Not yet," Magnus countered, stepping in even closer, so I could feel a hardness pressed up against me.
I might not have any physical experience myself, but I had grown up on a farm, and I understood the mechanics of it.
Iknewwhat that hardness was, and what it was meant for.
And somehow, feeling it against me didn't terrify me as much as I thought it would.
Not as much as these feelings for them scared me.
Leighton caught my hand, warm and steady. His thumb stroked over my knuckles in a way that made me feel hot and cold all at once. "Lisa, sweets, we won't force you to do anything you don't want to. But don't pretend you don'twantto know what it could be like. What it would be like to submit to us, to let us give you everything you need. To show us what a good girl you could be for your Daddies."
The forbidden word hovered on my tongue. They’d told me to call themDaddy. But just the thought of uttering it had my emotions all over the place. I couldn’t say it.
I wouldn’t. No matter how much I wanted to.
Magnus's gaze sharpened, as though he could see the very thought flicker through me. His lips curved in a wolfish smile. "She likes that, thinking of being ourgood girl."
Leighton's grin widened, boyish and hungry. "Hmmm, is that so, sweet girl? You want to be your Daddies' good girl?"
Magnus leaned closer still, his voice filled with dark promise, his hot breath in my neck. "What do we have to do to get you to agree, little filly?"
I shook my head in denial. A shiver skated down my spine. I hated how I wanted to give in. Hated how my body was betraying me.
Leighton chuckled. "I think I have an idea."
Magnus grunted as he pulled me back by my waist and I let a soft moan slip free. "What's your idea, Leigh?"
"She's so worried about us touching her. So worried about being compromised. So how about... we instruct her on how to touch herself?"
Heat flooded my cheeks, burning all the way to my ears. "You can't be serious."
"Oh, darling," Leighton drawled, his voice warm honey with just the faintest sting, "we're very serious." His eyes glimmered as his hand brushed lightly against my wrist, not holding but guiding. "Wouldn't it be the perfect solution? We won't lay a hand on you. We'll simply give you a taste of what's to come, what it's like to submit to us, and how good it can feel."
"I—" My protests faltered, tangled somewhere between mortification and an ache low in my belly.
Mangus leaned in, his breath ghosting across my ear. "Think of it, love. Our voices in your ear, our eyes on your body,and your own sweet hands doing all the work. You'll remain untouched."
The room tilted, my body alight with a storm of emotion I had no control over. "That's indecent!"
"Mmm," Leighton hummed, totally unbothered. "So is kissing two men under the same roof. And you didn't seem to mind that."
I scowled, though the heat pulsing through me made it weak at best. "You're both insufferable."
"And yet..." Magnus murmured, his lips hovering above the soft skin of my neck. "You haven't told us no."
The words burned on my tongue. Unspoken. Dangerous. Delicious.Please Daddy.
Chapter Ten
I fled the library before either of them could say more, my skirts gathered in my fists as though I were being chased. Perhaps, in a way, I was. Not by them. Not now. But by their words. By the heat they'd lit inside me.
They wanted to instruct me.
On how totouchmyself.
The indecency of it burned in my ears. Yet worse... far worse... was the way the thought lingered, curling low in my belly like an ember I couldn't stamp out.
I shut myself in my suite and pressed my back against the door, palms flat against the wood. Surely they had been jesting.
