Page 156 of Gift from the Stone

She tries to swallow it down, but we still hear the moan she tried to hide from us. There is no hiding from us, though. Her bond is singing in my chest. Flooding me with her curiosity, desire, and need.

She wants this. She wants it badly.

“Answer him little wanderer.” I command.

“Yes.”

That’s all we needed to hear.

Tillman leans in, cutting off another whimper with his lips as I run my hands all over her creamy skin.

Little help with these clothes, brother.

Willow shivers against me as his element skims her body, leaving her completely exposed for us. How helpful and convenient it is to have a brother with both mind reading skills and the ability to disintegrate clothes in a situation like this one.

He rolls her onto her back and continues attacking her lips as I make my way down her body. Fuck, I want to just spread those thighs and bury my face in my favorite meal, but I force myself to take my time.

She isn’t used to my teasing. I always give her exactly what she wants, when she wants it because her pleasure fuels my own, but right now, I’m dragging it out, making her squirm. Her muffled, frustrated groans feed my hunger as I lick her perky little nipples then blow air over them, watching as they tighten even more.

She’s so responsive to every touch. She reacts to every stroke of Tillman’s tongue in her mouth and every kiss I lay on the mark I left on her hip has her arching into us more. Her body begging for more.

Fuck, I want her to soak my face.

Tillman breaks their kiss just as I swipe my tongue through her dripping pussy and her moan echoes off the walls.

Just as her hand tangles in my hair, it’s pulled away.

“You don’t get to take from him unless he tells you so, little one. Let him enjoy himself,” Tillman orders gruffly, stringing her arms up above her head by vines.

A desperate moan falls from those swollen lips of hers and she arches up, pushing her tits right in his direction. Pleading for his attention.

My chuckle vibrates through her clit, and she throws her head back just as he latches on her nipple. It’s impossible for him to ignore when they’re served up on a fucking perfect platter like that.

Pushing my finger deep inside her, I work the pad of my tongue against her swelling clit. Her hips buck and shift frantically, trying to chase the release she desperately wants.

“She likes that, Draken. She praises the way you eat her pussy,” Tillman announces.

Slowing my strokes, I cast my eyes up and they collide with hers. I see it in those pools of mercury. She loves this shit. She loves being worshipped by us and I fucking love giving it to her. If I can spend every minute of every day worshipping her in some kind of way, I will.

“Tell me, little wanderer. Tell me how much you like me eating your pussy,” I order, pumping my finger slowly, avoiding rubbing it across her G-spot.

“Draken.” She moans.

“Your words, sweetness. We want to hear it. Out loud,” I command. Refusing to continue until she does.

“I love when you eat me out. It feels so fucking good.” She groans hungrily.

Growling, I dive back in, giving her exactly what she wants. I can’t drag her pleasure out any longer. I need it as much as she does and I’d rather make her come hard and fast. Over and fucking over.

In seconds, she’s tensing, pulling at her restraints.

“Fuck you look so beautiful flushed for us. Come for us. Come all over his face,” Tillman orders, and at the same time, she tightens around my fingers.

The sweet sound of our names falling from her lips almost does me in. I can’t help the reaction she causes in me. I’m pretty fucking positive I could come every time I eat her out.

“Tell us what you want,” I command as she starts to come down from her orgasm.

“More. I need more.” She pants.

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