Page 162 of A Bond in Blood

Olen stopped his thrusting.

My chest rose slowly, and Ulrich’s hand cupped my flesh.

“Both of us,” Ulrich whispered.

At first I did not understand. I had them both already. I blinked at him, unable to respond when Olen thrusted softly in response.

“Bothof us,” Ulrich repeated.

My eyes went wide, and I pulled my hand from him, holding it against my chest.

“I’ve never…”

Olen kissed my neck. “You are not required to.”

“Control,” Ulrich muttered. “We will force nothing.”

Olen continued his soft thrusts while his hand held my thigh.

I closed my eyes for just a moment before nodding.

Once.

Just as they did.

Ulrich lifted me from Olen softly. He helped me to my feet, spinning me around to watch his right hand crawl up the bed slowly.

“How?” I asked nervously.

“However you’d like,” Ulrich replied, holding me close against him.

“Where?”

He laughed. “There are two choices.” His hand gripped my backside.

I spun around, my mouth open in shock. “I will not dothat.”

“That’s a damned shame,” Olen laughed from the bed.

“Then there’s the second choice.” Ulrich brushed my cheek. “It is my favorite anyway.”

His hand went to the front of me, brushing my sensitive flesh softly. “Both of us,” he whispered.

“Will it hurt?”

“We will stop if it does.”

For some damned reason, I trusted him. I trusted both of them. Not questioning that I was safe in their arms. That no harm would come to me at that moment.

Even though they both had caused me harm already.

Ulrich spun me to face Olen again while he retrieved his own sheath.

Olen motioned to me with his finger, calling me to him.

I followed, crawling up the bed and straddling over him. Not lowering but teasing him just enough.

He sat up, gripping my face.

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