Page 41 of Empire of Wrath and Ruin
Taveth leaned forward, his pale eyes burning as he watched Tarshi's fingers disappear inside me. "May I?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
I nodded, unable to form words as pleasure coursed through me. Taveth's hand joined Tarshi's between my legs, his fingers sliding alongside his brother's in a way that made me cry out. The sensation of both of them touching me at once was overwhelming—Tarshi's familiar warmth contrasted with Taveth's cooler touch, the shadows that seemed to follow his fingers adding an electric quality to every caress.
"Gods," I gasped, my head falling back against Tarshi's shoulder as they worked together to drive me higher. "I can't... it's too much..."
"You can take it," Taveth murmured, his free hand coming up to cup my breast, his thumb rolling over my nipple. "You're so strong, so perfect. Let us worship you the way you deserve."
The dual sensations - Tarshi's skilled fingers between my legs and Taveth's possessive touch on my breast - sent me spiralling toward climax faster than I had expected. My body trembled between them, caught in the perfect storm of competing sensations and overwhelming pleasure.
"That's it," Tarshi murmured against my ear, his fingers curling inside me in a way that made me cry out. "Let go, love. We have you."
I shattered between them with a broken moan, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over me. As the aftershocks faded, I found myself boneless between them, my breathing ragged and my heart still racing. Through the mate bonds, I could feel both of their arousal burning bright and urgent, their need for me as overwhelming as my own satisfaction. Tarshi pulled his fingers away, slipping them into his mouth as Taveth dropped to his knees before me and without warning, took my clit into his mouth, sucking hard. I cried out at the sudden intensity, my oversensitive flesh still throbbing from my climax. The pleasure was almost painful, but I couldn't pull away from his mouth, couldn't escape the relentless pressure of his tongue.
"Taveth," I gasped, my hands fisting in his hair as he worked me with single-minded determination. Behind me, I could feel Tarshi's arousal through our bond, his body hard against my back as he watched his brother devour me.
My second climax hit me like lightning, sharp and sudden and so intense I saw stars. I cried out, my body jerking againstTaveth's mouth as he continued to lap at me through the waves of pleasure. Only when I was trembling and oversensitive did he finally pull away, his pale eyes burning with satisfaction.
"Perfect," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my inner thigh. "You taste like heaven, Aeveth."
I was still catching my breath when I felt Tarshi shift behind me, his hands moving to unlace his breeches. The sound of fabric rustling made my pulse quicken all over again, desire already building despite how thoroughly they had just pleasured me.
"I need to be inside you," Tarshi said against my ear, his voice rough with need. "I've dreamed of this for weeks."
I nodded, barely able to think straight, let alone form a sentence. Taveth helped Tarshi remove the rest of my clothes, and I watched as he stripped slowly in front of me. When he was bare, I couldn't help but appreciate the lean lines of his body. The silver veins beneath his skin pulsed more rapidly now, responding to his arousal, and I felt a familiar thrill of desire mixed with the ever-present worry about what those marks meant for his future. He moved in front of me, his hand already wrapped around his thick cock, and I watched him hungrily as he fisted it slowly.
“Are you sure?” murmured Tarshi. His warm breath on my ear sent a shiver down my spine.
“Yes.”
“Lean forward,” he said. “I want to see you suck my brother’s cock.”
I gasped as Tarshi pressed me forward, his other hand keeping my hips pulled back against him. I reached out, wrapping my fingers around Taveth's length as I leaned forward. The weight of him in my hand was familiar now, but no less thrilling. He was already hard, his cock thick and heavy in my palm, and I felt a thrill of power at the sharp intake of breath he made when I touched him.
"That's it," Tarshi murmured behind me, his own arousal pressing hot against my lower back. "Take him in your mouth."
I leaned forward obediently, parting my lips to take Taveth's tip between them. His hands came up to tangle in my hair, but his grip was gentle, letting me set the pace.
Behind me, I felt Tarshi positioning himself, the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance. The anticipation made me moan around Taveth's length, sending vibrations through him that made his grip tighten reflexively in my hair.
"Perfect," Taveth breathed, his white eyes burning as he watched me take more of him into my mouth. "You look so beautiful like this."
The shadows around his feet writhed with pleasure, responding to his arousal in ways that should have been disturbing but only added to my own excitement.
Tarshi pushed into me slowly, and I cried out around Taveth's cock at the exquisite sensation of being filled by my mate after so long apart. The bond between us flared to life, singing with completion and rightness that made tears spring to my eyes. This was what I had been missing, this perfect connection that went beyond the physical.
"So tight," Tarshi groaned behind me, his hands gripping my hips as he began to move. "I'd forgotten how perfectly you fit me."
I couldn't respond with Taveth in my mouth, but I didn't need to. Through our bond, Tarshi could feel everything I was feeling—the overwhelming pleasure of being filled by him again, the satisfaction of having Taveth heavy on my tongue, the intoxicating thrill of being desired by both of them.
Taveth's hand tangled in my hair, not forcing but guiding as I worked my mouth over him. His pale eyes were locked on mine, drinking in every expression of pleasure, every flicker of need that crossed my face. The intensity of his gaze made heatpool in my core, adding to the overwhelming sensations already coursing through me.
I became lost in the rhythm of it—Tarshi moving behind me with deep, measured strokes while I worked my mouth over Taveth's length. Through the mate bond, I could feel Tarshi's overwhelming joy at being reunited with me, the way our connection sang with rightness after weeks of painful separation. But I was also intensely aware of Taveth watching us, his white eyes burning with hunger as he witnessed this intimate reunion. Then his eyes moved from mine to Tarshi’s, and I felt the dark pull on his mind.
“Brother,” he said slowly. “She said she wanted both of us.”
I felt Tarshi still inside me, his hands tightening on my hips.
“So she did.”
