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“Well, he’s not using it on me.” Loki grinned.
Damn. That sure would be hot. But she got a feeling she wouldn’t ever see that sort of action from them. Even if Loki did agree to submit to Remy. Sometimes.
“Maybe I’ll use it on you,” she said.
Loki barked out a laugh. “Nice try, Tink. Not happening. Ahh, here’s the lube.”
“Perfect, thank you,” Remy replied, taking the bottle from Loki. “Can you help her step out of her panties?”
“With pleasure.” Loki dropped to his knees in front of her. Which put him at eye level with her stomach. But then he bent even lower, his mouth inches from her pussy.
Unbidden, a moan escaped her.
“That sounds like a girl who is all wet and needy,” Remy said.
“It sure does. Christ, I think I can smell her.”
What?
“Oh my God!” she cried, reaching down to cup her mound. “I’m so sorry! I’ll get in the bath now.”
She smelled?
Fuck. Humiliation filled her.
“Stop,” Loki said firmly, grabbing her hips. “Did I say it was a bad thing?”
“Normally someone stinking is a bad thing.”
“I didn’t say you stunk or that you smelled,” Loki said firmly, holding her in place. “I said I thought I could smell you. Your arousal. Which, trust me, is not a bad thing. It’s a very, very good thing. It’s driving me fucking wild.”
It . . . it was?
“You need to trust more in us,” Remy told her. “That we know what we want. What we need.”
“And that’s you. Put your hands on my shoulders.”
She used him for balance as she stepped out of her panties. He threw them away, but he didn’t let her put her legs together again.
“No,” Loki said firmly. “Keep your legs apart.”
Crap.
Isa wasn’t sure how much longer she was going to be able to stand. They were both killing her. She heard Remy squirt the lube bottle and her ass tightened.
What was he planning on doing?
“Uh-uh, relax,” he murmured. “I’m just going to play a bit. And you’re going to let me, aren’t you, baby girl?”
She moaned, but nodded. As concerned as she was about what he was going to do, she also had the feeling that he was going to make it so good.
“What’s your safeword?” Loki asked.
“Cupcake.”
“Good girl.” Remy practically purred the words and she swore that she came. Just a little bit.
Loki held her hips as he placed kisses over her stomach, then he moved lower, toward her mound. His tongue flicked out, moving over her clit and she sobbed.
