I wanted them.
Gods above and below, I even wanted Master Dorian.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Oh,ilati… thank you,” Roran whispered and brushed a kiss on my cheek.
Rilen passed a cloth to his twin while dunking his own in the water. As Roran soaked his, Rilen poured some liquid soap on the cloth, and then passed that to Roran.
At the same time, the brothers started at the same place on each arm, brushing the cloth over my skin, lathering my arms. Each finger was washed, then every bit of skin on the way up, passing my elbow and right around up to my shoulder.
Roran’s careful hand wrapped around the front of my chest as Rilen’s went behind. Carefully washing all of my back and front, and then switching and washing me again, the twins seemed entranced by skin, by moving the cloth over me.
The most amazing massage I’d ever had, they passed back and forth over my chest and back, never touching my breasts until finally…
Rilen soaped one breast while Roran took charge of the other.
Lightning shot through me and straight to my sex. Not that I wasn’t already craving them—this just heightened everything—my pulse, my desire, my lust.
The cloth dragged slowly over my nipple, and I let out a soft moan. The touch was light, but the sensation was like fireworks. For a long few minutes, each brother carefully soaped and rinsed my breast, teasing the beaded peak with finger and cloth and soap.
I wasn’t sure why the water wasn’t boiling.
I leaned back and let them do whatever the hell they wanted. It took me a moment to realize they were moving on, and I felt strangely bereft when they did.
But only until one of their hands found my inner thigh.
Lazy circles drawn over my heated flesh, my breath hitched. The other hand joined in on the other thigh, and it sent pure, heated desire coursing through me.
Torture.
But Roran and Rilen Wolf hadn’t even started to show me what sweet, tortured desire was.
The cloth forgotten, a finger moved over my clit.
I gasped, arching back, thrusting my breasts out of the water.
Another finger followed, and another, and another.
Soft, then hard. Quick, then slow.
So many fingers…
My body could hardly process all the sensations.
Someone slipped two fingers inside of me, and I trembled from head to toe. Two more fingers held me open, and two others stroked my clit.
I truly felt like I had died—and then the orgasm I hadn’t noticed building burst. I arched in the water. My channel fluttered and pulled and sucked on the fingers inside, and I couldn’t breathe.
“Oh, gods!” My hoarse, throaty cry rang through the room.
The hands and fingers stayed with me, riding out the consuming pleasure they had given me.
The twins waited for me to start breathing again, to settle down into the water. Once I lay in the tub like a spineless jellyfish, the two of them finished performing my ablutions with their cloths.
Their attention to my legs and feet was beyond commendable. It felt very much like they knew I needed to collect myself.
I held up a sex-weakened hand in front of me, and I could feel the power returning. I giggled at how weak I felt.
