More than needing to talk, I needed to have sex. We didn’t know when the next tremor was going to hit. The machine Elex was working on could only give us about twenty minutes, currently, to get to safety.
It wasn’t long enough for a quick fuck—not when one of the active participants wasn’t nearby.
After five minutes, I was still alone in the practice room. I was patient, but I didn’t want to waste my day waiting. I decided to find someone to ask about the request.
Roran and Rilen stepped out from behind the columns.
“Good evening, Kimber,” they chorused.
I swallowed. Hard.
Their voices were like satin over my skin. There was no way to deny I found them scorching hot, perfect sexual specimens. Tousled brown hair, smoldering eyes, light bronze skin. Muscles and mass for days.
Worse, I knew what they looked like naked and sweaty. I knew what they sounded like when they were aroused. I knew just how big of a cock they were hiding in their pants.
Alone, each of them was overwhelming. Together, it was almost too much. It was a whole lot of male I had seen buck naked.
God, I need to get laid. Not just for the power, either.
I needed the images of these two fucked right out of my brain.
Instead of taking an unsure step backward, I held my ground and smiled. “Hello, Rilen. Hello, Teabag.”
Roran threw his head back and laughed while Rilen’s grin split his face. He took a step forward, grabbing my hand.
“A pleasure, my dear. Thank you for coming at our request.” He dropped a kiss on my knuckles, and my nipples pearled instantly.
Gods, what?
I managed to stammer words out. “You requested me. Whatever for?”
Roran strode forward. “We’ve heard you need to be challenged with your sword work, and we’re here to oblige.”
He was suddenly sothere, I took a few steps back. He followed me, covering the distance in a single stride.
I backed up again and slammed into a wall.
Roran’s single stride brought him rightthereagain, pressing up against me. I swallowed, looking up at him while he looked down at me. He reached over my head, pressing the hard planes of his chest against my breasts, pressing the rough cloth against my suddenly aching nipples.
The sound of metal on wood rang out, and Roran had a sword in his hand and a wicked grin on his face.
“We thought that you might like to…spar.”
Crap! That was sonotwhat he meant.
My whole body responded to him.
Stepping back, he turned and walked to the middle of the room. I slowly let out the breath I was holding. I didn’t want to attract his attention again.
Or did I?
Rilen raked his eyes over me as he passed to get his own sword.
I kept my eyes straight ahead, but I heard thewhooshof the sword just a moment before he hit me on the ass.
I bit my lip to keep the yelp and groan in.
Sweet Mother of S’Kir, my entire body was being a traitor.
