Rilen pulled the plug of the tub, and it began draining. Once the tub was half empty, Roran turned on the taps.
Had I been more cognizant at that point, I would have marveled at the indoor faucets. Such things were still new.
But my body just didn’t give a damn what my mind wanted to do. It kept circling back to the twins and the spiraling heights they had just taken me.
Rilen had his cloth again, using it and the flowing water to rinse the soap from my body. Roran used it to wet and wash my hair.
All too soon, they were finished, and I sat in a mostly empty tub.
The twins flanked me again, offering a hand each.
Still mostly boneless from their ministrations, I grabbed hold, and they lifted me up so I could stand and step out.
While Rilen steadied me, Roran dried me off with a warm, thick towel. He took great pleasure in finding and chasing all the water droplets on my skin.
A moment later, he offered his brother another towel. Rilen rubbed my hair dry, patting and caressing the damp strands.
He was enjoying his job.
I was enjoying his job.
Roran took extra care to dry my breasts. He cradled them in his hands and brushed the still-sensitive tips.
His mouth took my nipple—and me—by surprise.
“Oh!”
Looking down, Roran had pulled the peak—in fact, the entire tip of my breast—into his mouth. He sucked it softly, and his tongue circled the hard pearl.
Gods, it felt so good.My eyes rolled back in my head.
“Brother, come now. Couldn’t you wait two minutes until we had her dried properly?”
My breast popped out of Roran’s mouth. “No, brother. She tastes too good.”
“Then you may carry our prize to the bed, and I will get first taste of her honey for your impatience.” Rilen’s words tickled my skin.
Another part of me didn’t want to be called a prize, but the part that wanted their hands and lips all over my skin shut it down.
If I was a prize, I was glad to be won by these two.
Roran swept me off my feet and cradled me against him, walking from the bath to the bedroom.
The bed in Master Dorian’s room was massive. Bigger than any I had ever seen. Twelve people could sleep in it, and they wouldn’t be uncomfortable. It was covered in gorgeous black and red velvet with gold brocade tracing the patterns. There were probably fifty or more pillows.
Rilen pulled the cover down, using his magic to pull it all down evenly. Cream satin sheets glimmered in the low light, and Roran placed me in the middle of the nest Rilen had created.
The twin brothers stepped back a moment. Their mismatched eyes traced the contours of every curve and dip and line in my body.
Roran smiled. “Mm, brother, a feast for the senses.”
Rilen cocked his head and moved toward the bed. “We’ve waited so long to have you here,ilati.”
I could easily see just how aroused the two of them were by the press of their erections on the front of their pants. Roran brought more attention to himself by stroking a hand over the bulge there.
“Spread your legs for us, Kimber,” he said. “Show my brother what he’s wanted to see.”
A sudden shot of embarrassment and humiliation ran through me, and I wanted to cover myself with the sheet. I draped a hand over my breasts and—
