Page 33 of The Devil's Pair

“Is that a yes?” Drake breathed into her ear. “Say ‘yes’ for me, Briley.”

She moved off Dux, just for a second, and managed to utter, “Yes. Oh, yes…”

“Hold on then, darlin’.” Drake leaned back. “This is where you’ll really start to enjoy yourself.”

He caressed her inner walls one last time before sliding out to press and circle her clit, and then when she hovered right on the edge of climax, he pushed his thick cock inside her, in one smooth, strong motion. Right away, she was on a roller coaster of sensation, being thrown up and down, each high a bit more intense, a bit closer to the cliff. He held her hips so she couldn’t move – he was a wall of pure muscle and strength behind her, controlling every part of what was happening. Briley just closedher eyes and held on for dear life, trying to remember to breathe and stay focused on Dux, who was as close to orgasm as she was.

It suddenly came to Briley that this was theexactscenario that she’d imagined back in the hotel room: her on her hands and knees in front of Dux, while Drake fucked her from behind, his every thrust driving Dux’s cock deeper into her eager throat. It was real, it was happening. And it wassomuch better than sheeverwould have believed.

Drake pulled her tighter as he started to speed up his thrusts. His thumb stroked her clit as his cock pushed inside her wet heat, and he felt how close she was to that blissful edge. Her pussy muscles pulled on him, pulled him in and farther, and he heard her incoherent cries rising and increasing, muffled by Dux’s cock. Drake wrapped his entire body around hers and leaned forward.

“Now, darlin’,” he whispered. “Come for us now…”

The bed fell away as her whole body helplessly did exactly what Drake commanded it to do: it flexed and released, pulsed and shook. Her limbs buckled under her, but Drake held her up, kept her from collapsing, and she just let herself go completely, let herself feel, trusting him to not let her fall.

The orgasm rolled over her, threatened to wash her away; she lost any and all control over her body now. Her lips parted, but she couldn’t even make a sound. She just came for them, hard and long, and they all loved every second of it.

As her body convulsed under him, Drake’s own climax roared and rose. He struggled to hold off, but her pleasure sparked his own mindless need for release and relief. He drove into her shuddering body, driving home. He moved faster now, knowing that he was being rough, trying to stop himself, to slow down.

But she was still moaning, still riding out the waves of her orgasm, and he knew that his wild thrusts were prolonging it forher. When Drake came, he threw his head back and gave a torn, tortured shout, his chest heaving, his body near collapse. Every muscle tensed, strained, shook, and he saw nothing but light bursting behind his eyelids.

At the same time and with a muttered curse, Dux pulled out of her panting little mouth and gave himself two strokes, three strokes, before coming with a groan that was wrenched from somewhere deep inside him. She gasped as some of his release landed on her breasts, and she felt the heat on her skin, on her heart. He’d marked her, and she was fiercely glad.

Suddenly and utterly exhausted, Briley’s head fell forward as the sensations dimmed and receded. She sucked in a deep breath, and raised a trembling hand to her chest, trying to get her centre of balance back, trying to reconnect with reality.

Dux stroked her tumbled hair, brought his face down to her level. “You OK, babe?”

She closed her eyes in response and the twins grinned.

“We’ll take that as a yes, shall we?” Drake said.

She didn’t even have the energy to nod.

Gently, slowly, Drake pulled out of her delicious body, the body that they’d barely begun to explore, and turned her in his huge arms. Briley’s legs were barely holding her up, and she sagged against him. He lay her down carefully, and he and Dux stretched out beside her, cuddling her between them, holding her close as she recovered.

Dux touched her smooth cheek, and her eyes finally flickered open, hazy and unfocused. The men exchanged worried glances: her silence, and now this almost checked-out, vague look in those mint-green depths were making them wonder if her mind had gone somewhere else.

“You OK, Briley?” Dux repeated, and his voice had a more serious tone now. “You here with us, babe?”

She blinked at him, as if remembering who he was. Then she smiled and nodded. “Yes.”

“You sure?” His sharp Arctic-blue eyes searched her hazy ones. “You know who you’re with?”

She reached out and stroked the line that appeared along his strong jaw – alongbothof their chiselled jaws, in theexactsame place – when they were worried. “With you, Dux. I’m with you and Drake. Just you two, nobody else.”

“That’s right, darlin’.” Drake held her closer, felt how her body slipped so perfectly between and against his and Dux’s, wishing that they didn’teverhave to let her go. “You’re with us.”

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“So you two went to aCatholicschool?”

“Yep, back in New York City,” Dux said with a grin. “Think those nuns would have a heart attack at seeing us all here like this?”

Briley stared at the two men in her bed –twonakedmen, God help me, although I suspect that He’s fled this situation screaming– and fought down the urge to laugh. She certainly wasn’t anythinglikereligious, but she had to admit that the sin factor of everything that had just gone on was probablysuperhigh.

Not that she especially cared, so off to hell she went with a smile. In fact, she was very much looking forward to carrying on with spending more time with Dux and Drake, in all possible ways and positions and combinations. But the whole Catholic school thing was too fascinating to let go by without further investigation, and it occurred to her that she actually knew very little about the twins’ pasts, while they knewa lotabout hers.

“Are you from the city?” she asked them. “I mean, originally?”

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