“Of course they do.” He plants a kiss on my lips, and then another, lingering until he’s kissing me the way Skarg did. When he rises, releasing my hands, he stares down at my engorged nipples. “So sexy.”
I groan when I follow his line of sight. As I expected, the tips are huge and pulsing. They look ridiculous. I’m so embarrassed by my exposure. Maybe neither man has seen any other breasts before, so they have no idea how absurdly large mine are.
Skarg’s voice is rough when he speaks. “I’m going to want my turn between those legs and those breasts soon.”
I shudder. This is impossible to believe. The thought of one man ever looking at me with lusty thoughts isn’t comprehensible, but I have two. Their intense gazes suggest they’d like to devour me whole. It makes me crave the same thing.
“Prettiest tits I’ve ever seen,” Skarg says as he lowers his gaze to my chest. “They look amazing all engorged and throbbing. When Kafran’s serum wears off, I’m going to prick them next.”
“How many boobs have you seen?” I question, narrowing my gaze. They just told me there are no women on Eleadia other than human mates. If I’m the first woman they’ve been with, they can’t have seen breasts before.
My two Eleadian men glance at each other.
I’m still lying on my back with my legs around Kafran’s hips. The hairs at the back of my neck stand up as they exchange looks.
Kafran eases out from between my legs as both men set a hand on my thighs, surrounding me, pinning me with their bodies and their presence. They’re so huge. Once again, I feel small between them.
Skarg drags a finger down the middle of my torso between my breasts. “Little girls don’t wear anything over their chests on Eleadia.”
I blink. Surely I misheard him. “What?”
He nods before reaching for a nipple and giving it a pinch. “You’ll never cover your pretty breasts again, Baby girl, and when you’re ready, we’ll have your nipples pierced. Precious stones will dangle from hoops that circle through your tight buds, keeping them hard and prominent all the time.”
I can’t breathe. I can’t even blink. All I do is stare at Skarg and then at Kafran. They look serious even though it’s not possible. I start to shake my head. At the same time, I push back several inches so I can sit upright. I cover my offended boobs with my hands as best I can.
My face heats at the mortifying thought of anyone ever seeing my chest. “Not a chance.”
Both men circle my wrists and pull them away from my body. They’re far too strong for me to fight them.
Holding my hand at my hip, Kafran gives me a firm look, brows furrowed. “We also don’t let our mates touch their breasts, Little one. I know it feels good when you play with them, but your pleasure is ours to dole out from now on. You will not choose when or how. This is your only warning. The next time you touch your pretty little titties, one of us will spank your nipples to remind you.”
I gasp. I think my heart is going to beat out of my chest. He can’t be serious. But there is no mirth in either man’s gaze. They’re not kidding. And worse, the thought of them spanking my swollen buds makes me clench my knees together. I’ve lost my mind.
Skarg reaches out and pinches one of my nipples hard. “Do you understand, Baby girl?”
I nod because I can’t stop myself. “Yes, Papi.”
“Good girl.” He bends forward and lifts me into his arms, cradling me against his bare chest as if I weigh nothing. In his arms I feel like a feather, and I eagerly wrap my arms around his neck. He smells so good.
He rubs my back as he carries me out of the bedroom.
I continue to nuzzle him, inhaling deeply over and over, memorizing his scent, drawing it into me. I can’t stop myself. When I hear water running, I turn my head slightly and frown. We’re in the kitchen. Not a bathroom.
“Papi?”
Skarg turns me so I’m facing Kafran and some sort of giant sink. “Kafran is filling the basin, Baby girl.”
“What’s the basin for?” I feel like I know the answer, but it’s so inconceivable that I ask anyway.
“That’s where we bathe our mates.” He carries me closer as the water rises.
I grip his neck tighter. “It’s so high off the floor.”
“We’ll never let you fall, Baby girl. I promise.” Skarg leans over the basin. “Let go of Papi’s neck, Mercy,” he commands.
I’m trembling as I obey him. I don’t want him to put me down, and it’s high, and the idea of him washing me is too weird to process.
When my bottom hits the water, I reluctantly release him. Instinct causes me to immediately cover my breasts with both hands. My nipples are still so sensitive that I crave the pressure against them as well as the need to cover them.
