Page 17 of Rayne

We're terribly slippery from the soap, and I wrap my legs around his waist to stop myself from falling. My arms snake around his neck as I try to hold my grip.

He walks us into the bedroom, dropping me onto the mattress. It feels horrible—my wet body against the blanket, but while his fingers are still moving inside of me, I just don't care.

Behind us, Hawk follows, watching us closely. I see him pick up the wand again, my heart racing in excitement. Suddenly, he's gone from my line of vision again, Jett's face blocking him as he kisses me.

A moan escapes, and somewhere, I hear the familiar hum as the wand comes to life.

Lying next to me on his side, Hawk waits for Jett to pull back, holding the wand up.

"What do we say, Tempest?"

I look at him, panting slightly. "Please."

"Please, what?"

"Please touch me."

His mouth twitches victoriously, and Jett moves off me, standing between my legs. His fingers don't leave me and as soon as there's room, Hawk presses the wand against my clit, my body jolting as I moan loudly.

Hawk places his hand on top of the wand, pushing it into my clit. I watch, dazed and bewildered, as Jett puts his hand on top of his brother's, their joint force sending vibrations ricocheting through my body.

The pace of his fingers increase, spearing into me, and not before long, I'm crying out as I fall over the edge. It's loud, and Hawk silences me with his mouth, breathing in my moans.

I kiss him back, my whimpers getting more desperate as they don't remove the wand from my sensitive body. I'm struggling to breathe and I slap Hawk's arm, tapping out.

He pulls back from the kiss, but they don't move the wand and I squirm violently.

"Stop," I plead, turning from him to Jett. "I can't take it anymore."

Hawk caresses my forehead in an unusual, surprisingly soft gesture. "Oh, yes you can. We know you can take it."

Shaking my head, I throw my head back against the mattress, near-crying. "No."

The pressure eases up slightly as Jett removes his hand from atop of Hawk's, but the latter doesn't budge.

"Keep going," he says, staring into my eyes.

"I can't," I argue with a broken cry.

Jett curls his fingers inside of me, touching my g-spot. He drops to his knees, kissing the inside of my thigh.

"Break for us," he muses before biting down on my leg.

I let out a small scream of pain as his teeth sink in, but he quickly releases, running his fingers over the mark. The pain temporarily distracts me from the sensitivity of the wand, and suddenly, it's a new feeling. Pressure is building again, but it's bearable now. I'm getting close to coming again, my body relaxing finally.

Abruptly, Jett rips his fingers out of me. I lift my head up, watching as Hawk too, pulls the wand away.

"No, no, no…" I mutter. "Don't do that again."

Hawk grabs my throat, slamming my neck into the mattress.

"We're nowhere near done with you yet. Be patient, Sis."

Releasing my neck with a shove, they both stand up, heading in different directions. My eyes immediately fall to Hawk first as he starts to remove his clothes. Toned, tanned, and covered in tattoos on his arms and neck, I'm finally able to recognize why people are charmed by him.

A door creaks open and I turn away to find Jett, standing at the cabinet. His back is to me, and I spot the tattoos on his upper back, trailing down the right side of his torso. Throwing me a smirk over his shoulder, he grabs a few things from inside the cupboard, and I swallow nervously.

What did they mean they weren't done with me yet?

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