Nash tears his mouth free.
“It’s too much,” I whisper, yanking on Hart’s hair in a way that must hurt. He ignores me and sucks on my clit long and hard. “Hart, please.”
Nash grabs my thighs and spreads them over the tops of his before raising his knees and pinning me in place. “Keep going,” he growls. “Get her close again.”
I shiver at his tone. The control, the darkness, the dominance and surety.
“I can’t take any more,” I cry out.
Malachi chuckles as he releases my breast with a pop.
“Yes, you can, and you have,” Nash demands, reminding me of many moons ago when he and Hart were in alternate places but driving me insane like this. He’s right; I can take more, but my head is swimming and my pulse is thundering.
Hart’s gaze meets mine. Gold flecks dance in those beautiful green depths, like fireflies in a meadow at dusk.
Nash’s hard length grinds against my ass, and he hisses as I meet his movement with my own, imagining what he’s going to feel like. Each of them is unique and perfect. I have no doubt Nash will deliver threefold and alter all my limits.
Right now, though, I need friction. Inside.
As if I spoke the words aloud, Hart pushes one thick finger inside me, making me arch my back. “Yes, more,” I demand.
“Told you, Daphne, you can always take more,” Nash whispers in my ear. “Now don’t take your eyes off him as you come on his tongue a second time.”
His words, the friction, the promise of what’s coming are too much, and for a second time, they push me over the edge with a rough tenderness I will never tire of. This time, Malachi capturesmy cry as I’m helpless to do anything more than submit to their love.
My legs tremble, and Hart brings me down with teasing touches and soft, slow strokes of his tongue. It prolongs my release, not pushing straight past it like before, and my limbs relax like a languid feline who ate all the cream.
Not yet... but I will.
The sinful thought makes me smile against Malachi’s lips. He pulls away and returns my grin. “Why are you smiling?”
“Why wouldn’t I be? Do dual orgasms not make you smile?”
“Fair point,” he concedes.
I stretch against Nash, and he lowers his legs, releasing me, but I’m not ready to move, never mind walk.
“I might need a tempo or seventeen,” I say with a yawn. “I will be licking all the cream.”
Male chuckles echo around me as my eyes flutter closed, and then I’m enveloped in furs and the press of hard, warm male bodies.
“Just a temp,” I utter again with intent. “O.” I remember to add on the letter. “Then cream.”
“The cream will be waiting for you,” Malachi murmurs. “Rest, Daphne. We aren’t going anywhere.”
I smile as I nuzzle my happy twin’s chest, and then I give in to sleep.
A catnap, if you will.
No longer, I promise.
Not one turn longer.
Chapter Twelve
Daphne
Golden scales ripple under my fingers as I trail them over their warm, shimmering surface. They expand and deflate in a hypnotic rhythm, and emotion wells up inside me.
