Diarmuid broke off the kiss to lay me down on the furs with more gentleness than I’d have thought possible from the guy who’d spent three weeks knocking me flat on my back during spars.
His lips found mine again before my head even hit the furs, tongue sweeping into my mouth, rougher this time, drawing out a sound I didn’t recognize—something between a sob and a moan. My hips bucked up involuntarily, searching for contact, searching for anything.
It hurt… it hurt to want this bad.
“Please! Please take me.” I found myself begging into his lips and pushing at those god tech pants he always wore.
“Reverence, this is too much for us.” To my great disappointment, Diarmuid grabbed my wrist to still my hands. “We are too engorged with lust. It is better to have your other variant first. We would rather die than hurt you.”
Before I could protest, Diarmuid pulled back, and in an instant, Aengus was there.
His kiss was different. Softer than Diarmuid’s but more insistent than it had been this morning. Gulping me down instead of sipping as he had at first meal.
Yet a panicky desperation rose in my chest. It wasn’t enough. My body convulsed, needing…
“More,” I gasped against his mouth. “Please. I need more.”
Aengus pulled back just far enough to stand on his knees above me. His glowing green eyes flickered, like a flame caught in a crosswind.
“We are ready for this, too. More than ready.” The gentleness in his expression had been replaced by heat. “Our male works have already descended.”
Yet his hands hesitated at the tops of the god tech pants I wanted so badly to yank down. “But first, we must give you counsel and warning….”
“I don’t need any warnings or counsel,” I insisted. “All I want is you on top of me right now, eggplanting me into the next epoch. I am in an agonizing amount of heat, and I don’t know how I can make my ‘Please fuck me right fucking now’ any clearer, but— Holy shit, what the hell is that?!”
Alarm.
This is not a word you want to pop up during sex. Especially first sex. And especially,especiallyheat sex.
But I blinked.
Then blinked again. Not sure how else to feel about the male kneeling before me.
He…
had...
two…
Not one!
Two!
All caps, underlined, with three exclamation marks…
TWODICKS!!!
I scrambled into a seated position, not sure what to do.
The first dick was thick and heavy, the same pale, luminous color as their belly scales, perfectly smooth in a way that looked almost like polished stone except for the fact that it was visibly throbbing. The second was thinner, longer, and it was—oh my…
“Is it moving?” I all but screeched as I watched the second dick strain like a separate being with its own agenda. “Why is it moving?”
“It is excited,” Diarmuid answered while Aengus regarded me with a (frankly totally deserved) sympathetic look.
Diarmuid came to stand at the side of the bed. He had also taken off his pants.
And that was how I found out that he, too, had two dicks.
