“One where you guess who is touching you,” he murmured, trailing my silk tie up her neck. “If you’re right, we’ll reward you.” The garment met her cheek. “And if you’re wrong, we’ll teach you.”
“Teach me?” she repeated, her tongue sneaking out to lick her bottom lip. “Teach me what?”
“You’ll see,” he replied, draping the fabric over her forehead, preparing to slide it down. “Now close your eyes. We’re about to begin.”
Chapter Eighteen
AFLORA
My heart thumped wildlyin my chest, my breathing escalating with each passing second. My mates had gone quiet after Zeph had slid the silk over my eyes. I could hear their clothes shifting, the sounds of zippers unfastening, and fabric dropping to the floor. But I didn’t know who was where or what they intended to do.
Heat warmed my insides, the intensity mounting with each inhale and subsequent exhale.
What did they plan to do?
What if they left me like this?
In my dreams, they often teased for hours and hours. They might do the same now and deny?—
I jolted as a palm gently wrapped around my ankle, then slipped slowly upward, tracing my leg all the way up to my inner thigh where a single finger brushed my slit. A moan escaped my mouth, only to be swallowed by one of their mouths.
Oh…
The tickle of hair against my chin told me who this was.
Zeph.
My assumption was confirmed in the next breath as his tongue parted my lips and demanded control inside my mouth.His woodsy scent poured over me, claiming me, overpowering me,devouringme. I’d thought he was dominant in my dreams, but the reality was so muchmore.
His strength became mine, emboldening me and making me long to free my hands to thread my fingers through his hair.
My thighs squeezed together, drawing my focus back to the hand between them. That had to be Kols, or I’d feel the heat of Zeph’s arm across my torso, but all I could sense was his mouth on mine.
Dear Fae, he was a good kisser. He led me every step of the way, his lips a confident presence against my own, teaching and taunting and hypnotizing me with every move.
I groaned as Kols’s finger slid inside me, drawing my focus back to him.
Then someone grabbed my breast, his thumb flicking over my nipple and drawing a gasp from my throat.
Their hands were suddenly everywhere, confusing my senses and overwhelming my instincts. My veins burned with need, my lungs forgetting how to work, my throat raspy and dry.
Zeph’s lips left mine, moving downward to my breast as Kols sealed his mouth around my clit. They sucked in unison, just like in my dreams, only the scrape of teeth against my core reminded me of Zeph more than Kols, leaving me confused.
Had they switched places? Zeph’s mouth hadn’t skimmed my neck on his way to my chest; he’d left me completely but only for a brief second. Or that was how it felt before sensation overloaded my?—
“Oh!” I cried out, arching off the mattress.
That wasdefinitelyZeph between my thighs. I recognized that rasp of his beard, teasing my sensitive lips. However, Kols had left his finger inside me.
No, not one.
Two.
He scissored them back and forth, enticing me closer to the edge with each twist. I lost myself to the heat and longing induced by their touch, their intimate kisses, and their licks and bites and nibbles.
A week of sensual torment created a maelstrom in my lower abdomen, shooting flames through my veins and forcing moans to tickle my throat.
I couldn’t focus.
