Page 84 of Desire

He kissed my big toe then shocked me by running his tongue along the side of it. My center clenched around nothing and cramped slightly. I jerked my foot free in response, but he recaptured it quickly and continued washing.

“It was just a little taste, Princess,” he said. “Not even the nibble I wanted.”

Daemon lifted my hand. “I find her teasing little fingers tempting, myself, brother.”

He nipped the pad of one. Instead of trying to take it back, I splashed him with my free hand.

“Ah, you wish my shirt off as well, I see.”

I opened my mouth to correct his assumption, but my words turned into a gasp at the feel of Darian’s mouth closing over my toe. He hummed as his tongue swirled around it.

“There,” Daemon said, pressing my hand to his suddenly bare chest. “Is this better, Lamb?”

The pair of them were assaulting my senses, leaving me no time to react—only to feel.

“Hmm,” Darian said, releasing my toe. “I think I need to taste her ankle.”

He washed and kissed his way down my leg while Daemon washed and kissed his way up my arm. When Daemon’s cloth swiped over my breast, I closed my eyes and gave myself over to their playful care.

“Sweet Princess,” Darian said softly. He kissed my knee and ran his hand up my thigh as Daemon’s tongue swirled around my nipple.

As Daemon sucked the tender peak into his mouth, his brother’s fingers parted my folds. My hips moved to welcome his circling touch around the place they all seemed to know enjoyed their petting the most.

Their desire for me grew, feeding the pleasure I found in each kiss, lick, and stroke. When Darian’s hand nudged my legs wider, I let them fall open for him. He mumbled something about tasting that I couldn’t hear over the sound of my pulse pounding in my ears.

Daemon’s mouth left my chest with a pop. “Patience, brother, lest you find yourself flying around the room.”

I sank my fingers into Daemon’s hair and drew him back to my chest. He chuckled as he obliged.

Darian’s circling fingers dipped lower to my opening, and I tensed. Darian made a frustrated sound and returned to the little nub he’d abandoned to pluck it. Bolts of pleasure shot through me, building pressure.

“Daemon,” I murmured, tugging at his hair. He lifted his mouth and welcomed my hungry kiss.

Darian’s plucking continued at the same time I felt another finger tease my opening. His excitement fed mine, and I broke apart as he slowly slid the digit into my spasming center.Daemon swallowed my cry and held me as wave after wave of pleasure washed through me.

When I stopped twitching, he kissed me sweetly and pulled back to brush my hair from my face.

“There,” Daemon said. “Do you feel more relaxed?”

As he spoke, Darian unhurriedly worked his finger farther into me. Once he reached the hilt, he withdrew it and did it again, setting off another round of minor spasms that felt quite pleasant. So I nodded.

Daemon continued to pat my hair, supporting me with his arm and kissing my nose and cheeks as Darian took his time stroking me from the inside.

“Princess, the water’s growing cold,” Daemon said softly.

It roused me enough to realize they would keep me in the bath all day if I allowed it. With a sigh, I lifted my head and kissed Daemon’s cheek.

“Thank you for bathing me. It was quite enjoyable.” I looked at Darian. “Will you remove your finger, or will I be forced to walk with you crouched under my skirts?”

He threw his head back and laughed. His finger slid free and petted my folds before withdrawing completely.

“Under your skirts is where I long to be,” he said. “But I will wait for a more convenient time. I believe Garron is waiting for you outside. We’ll leave you to finish alone…unless you wish for more help.”

I shook my head. “Go. I will be out soon.”

Since I hadn’t washed my hair, it took less time for me to finish and dress. I glanced at the water in the tub. They’d hauled the water from the well for me twice in two days now. Other than brewing their healing tea, I did very little to assist in their daily tasks.

Not wanting to add to their burdens, I focused on the water, feeling its energy. The impurities were easy to find now. Ratherthan lifting them, I absorbed their energy—all of it—until they disappeared completely. Then, I did the same with the water. The new energy settled into my well, melding with what was already there–not increasing it, simply merging with it.

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