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The orgasm seemed to go on and on and Melanie felt like she had lost all track of time. Her hips bucked, taking the Dark Twin’s fingers even deeper and she writhed between the two big warriors with uncontrolled lust.
The intense pleasure and passion wore her out. Finally, when the spasms slowed, she collapsed, panting.
“Was that good, sweetheart?” Clear murmured, looking at Melanie almost as intensely as his brother. “Did it feel good to let us make you come?”
“Y-yes,” Melanie admitted in a trembling voice. “That was…it was probably the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”
“It was the best for us too,” Dark rumbled. “Neither Clear nor I ever dreamed we would get the chance to pleasure an Elite, little one.”
“Speaking of pleasuring her, you’re still deep in our lady’s pussy,” Clear pointed out.
Looking down, Melanie saw that he was right. The Dark Twin’s fingers were still buried in her pussy and he seemed in no hurry to draw them out. At last, however, he slid them free and she saw, with some embarrassment, that they were coated with her juices.
“As tight as we were told,” Strong murmured, nodding at his brother. He sucked his fingers into his mouth and lapped them clean with evident pleasure. “And her honey tastes like that of a goddess,” he added, when he finished. His eyes were hooded with lust as he spoke.
“I want to taste her, too.” Clear’s smoky green eyes were hot with desire. “I want to spread her pussy with my tongue and lap her honey straight from the source.” He looked at Melanie. “Will you dare me to do it, sweetheart? Will you dare me to lap up all the sweet cunt honey you made while my brother was finger-fucking your hot pussy?”
Melanie bit her bottom lip. Her whole body was still throbbing with pleasure, but the orgasm seemed to have cleared her head. The little voice inside that told her when something she was doing—or thinking of doing—was a bad idea, had suddenly come back.
Shouldn’t do it, the voice whispered, and this time it wasn’t quite so easy to push away.
“I…I don’t know,” she said hesitantly.
“Well, I do,” Strong said, unexpectedly.
“What?” Melanie and Clear said at the same time, looking up at him.
“You can’t taste her pussy, Brother,” the Dark Twin said, frowning. “Because if you do, I’ll want to taste her as well. And if we taste her, we’re going to want to bond her to us—which isn’t a decision any of us should make without consideration.”
“You’re right.” Clear looked disappointed but he nodded reluctantly. “Such decisions cannot be rushed.”
“I…I guess I should go home then?” Melanie asked uncertainly.
Strong nodded regretfully.
“I would ask you to sleep between us, but I fear it would be difficult for any of us to control ourselves if you did.”
“I guess you’re right,” Melanie murmured. It occurred to her that she hadn’t been doing a very good job of controlling herself all night. In fact, she’d done a lot of things that, in retrospect, seemed really impetuous and out of character. After all, Clear was her work colleague and she barely knew Strong. Why had she come here tonight and acted the way she had?
The more she thought about it, the more unsure she became. Her head was beginning to ache, too.
“I…think I’d better go home and go to bed,” she said to both of them. “I think I feel a headache coming on.”
“We’ll walk you to your suite,” Clear offered but Melanie shook her head.
“No—it’s all right. I’ll just…I’ll see you later,” she said, rising from the couch and reaching for her discarded black wrap dress.
She put it on, feeling embarrassed as she pulled it closed around her still-bare breasts. She thought of trying to tie up the little white satin bows over her nipples again, but that seemed like it would take too much time.
When she was finally ready to go, her head was really starting to throb. She bid a subdued farewell to both brothers, and let herself out, heading for her own suite. With every step she felt worse—her head was pounding by the time she finally reached her front door. What was wrong with her?
Melanie didn’t know—she just wanted to be in her own bed in the dark and silence.
The minute she got inside her suite, she staggered straight for the medicine cabinet and took several ibuprofen—always her drug of choice. Then, not even bothering to get undressed, she climbed into bed, closed her eyes, and let the darkness roll over her.
15
The chiming of her front door woke Melanie up. She sat up blearily, having the feeling that the chiming had been going on for a while. Her head was still pounding and she was in a sour mood. She felt like a gray cloud was hanging over her. She’d been having a really strange dream about Clear and Strong but she couldn’t remember it now.
