Page 25 of Double Take

“Oh, my God,” I groan as the words spill from my lips, and giddiness sends me into an alternative universe.

“That’s right, Rylee.” Oliver laughs deep in his chest and spins me to face him as he pulls off my mask. “We’re your gods now, and we fully intend to worship and defile you until you collapse in a puddle of desire, and then we’re going to do it again.”

“That sounds like heaven.” Oh, my God. Oh, my God. This can’t be happening. They both want me, and they know who I am.

“Perfect.” He cups my face and plunders my mouth with an intensity that can only be Oliver. If I didn’t already know, I’d know it was him now. His tongue works mine until tears sting the corners of my eyes. He groans and takes more while shoving his leg between mine and grinding his thigh against my clit. “You look good with our collar on your neck. What’ll it take to convince you to never take it off and be ours?”

My heart jumps into my throat. “Yours?”

“Yes.” Oliver’s hands skate down to my thighs, lifting my dress out of the way and caressing my exposed flesh with his calloused hands. “Ours. The second we saw you, we knew we wanted to make you ours and share you. It’s been our dream since we were teens, but we’ve never found a woman to take us both on and thrive. Until you.”

“Wow.” I giggle as their hands caress and travel over my curves, taking everything in but staying away from all the spots I truly want them. “This is crazy.”

Oliver tilts his head sideways and stares deep into my eyes as if he can read my soul. “Is that a no?”

“No.” I run my hands up his chest and lock my arms around his neck while wiggling my ass against Axel’s cock. “That’s not a no. That’s a definite yes. The second I met the two of you, I wanted the two of you, but I never thought for one second that either of you would be interested in me or that I could be lucky enough to be with both of you. That’s….” I shake my head as I’m cradled by two handsome men who make me feel wanted and whole. For the first time in my life. “It’s amazing.”

“That’s the right answer, love.” Axel nips my neck and grabs my wrists, removing them from Oliver’s neck. “Remember….” His grin is feral as he spins me around while smirking at his brother. “I get the first taste.”

He drops to his knees and slips my leg over his shoulder. The expression on his face as he stares at my throbbing sex makes my clit twitch. “Hold her for me while I eat this sweet pussy.”

My eyes roll back into my head with the first swipe of his tongue.

Chapter Fifteen

Axel

When Rylee walked into the club with our collar on, I was on cloud nine. Yes, she didn’t know it belonged to us or what it meant, but it looked exquisite encircled around her neck. The most important thing is that everyone in the club knew she was taken, and there was no way someone else would take our girl from us.

I flick my tongue over her clit while inhaling her perfect scent. She smells like honey and sex. I grip her thigh with one hand to keep her exposed to me while using the other to hold her hip in place. I don’t want her to move as I enjoy my feast.

When I twirl my tongue around her clit, she whimpers and lunges her fingers into my hair. The sensation of her nails digging into my skull causes my dick to twitch in anticipation. I want her with a desperation that I’ve never experienced, but the need to give her a night she’ll never forget is more important than my needs.

While Oliver caresses her breasts and belly, I flick my tongue over the tight nub and look into her eyes. “You’re such a beautiful woman.” When her face scrunches, I growl, “Don’t hear his voice in your head when I’m touching you. You’re beautiful. You’re ours. And you don’t ever have to question your worth again. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” Her voice is breathy as she nods. “I understand. But it isn’t easy.”

“I know, baby. But you’ll soon forget every second you were with him. Do you want that?”

“Yes, more than anything in the world.”

“Good.” I grin and lick my lips. “Because I’m missing this pussy already.”

Her face turns the sweetest shade of pink, and I fall a little harder for the woman. “Oliver.”

“Yes.” He looks at me from over her shoulder. His eyes are dark with lust, but he’s content to hold her and wait his turn.

“I think I need an extra pair of hands. Can you open our sweet girl wider so I can drown in her tasty nectar?”

“I’d be honored to.” He skates over her abdomen and spreads her lips wide.

“Fuck, that’s beautiful. That pussy has soaked your thighs in desire.”

“How bad do you want his mouth on your pussy?” My brother’s voice is husky and rough as he strains to control his baser instinct to devour her. The longer we wait, the less enthusiastic he’ll be about my turn.

“So bad. Please. I want it so bad.”

God, I love how desperate she is for me. I press my nose into her clit and lap at her juices. Thrusting, licking, sucking, and devouring her desire becomes my only mission in life, and as soon as I’ve cleaned one spot, the wetness returns.

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