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“We’ll let her have three minutes, and then she’s ours,” Benson announced.
“I vote for ten minutes,” she tossed out. After all, she should get a say.
They both laughed and removed her blindfold. Since her eyes had adjusted to the darkness, the room almost appeared light. Their golden eyes were dancing.
“Had you going for a minute, didn’t we?” Benson said.
She lightly punched Preston on the arm.
“Why hit me?”
“I couldn’t reach Benson.”
“You’ll pay.” And then he laughed.
The kiss that followed made her pussy spasm with unimaginable glory. Of course, the pure ecstasy might have been from Benson licking and sucking on her clit while plunging his fingers in and out of her.
It was all too much. She broke the kiss, her breaths coming out rapidly. “I need to touch both of you. Just a little. I won’t take long.”
They looked at each other, communicating silently. Surprisingly, it didn’t make her feel left out—at least at the moment it didn’t.
“Okay,” Preston said. “Two minutes.”
Once she began, they might not want her to stop. Ariel pushed up on her elbows and then sat up. “How about you kneel in front of me like you did once before. Oh, yeah, and place your hands behind your backs.”
Benson’s brow rose. “You want us to be at your mercy?”
She liked that image. “Yes, but you’ll bemymercy.” Ariel lifted her left hand and wiggled her ring finger.
“Fine.”
They were pretending to be offended, but from the way Benson’s teeth had extended for a moment and Preston’s stubble had thickened, they were excited about what she was going to do.
Both men moved to the end of the bed and knelt in front of her. Her heart rate rose as she admired their strong bodies. Werewolves seemed to be born fit.
“I thought you wanted to suck on our cocks.” Preston sounded a bit desperate.
She smiled. “Can’t I admire you two first?”
“Sure, but this counts as part of your two minutes,” Benson tossed in.
That wasn’t fair. Ariel moved to her knees and then dropped down on her haunches. Instead of sucking on Benson’s cock, she lifted a lock of her hair and dragged it from his balls to the tip.
His hand shot out from behind his back and grabbed her wrist. “That tickles.”
“Tickles? That’s not a very manly thing to say. Was it unpleasant?”
His jaw tightened. “No, it was too pleasant.”
Then being ticklish wasn’t the problem. “We’ll see if Preston can handle it any better.”
“Bring it on, Blondie.”
Mostly to tease Benson, she cupped Preston’s hard sac with one hand and dragged the strands of her hair over the top, flicking it back and forth.
He grunted but didn’t attempt to stop her. “That’s amazing,” he managed to say.
Ariel didn’t look up to see if the men were communicating. Most likely Benson was telling him that Preston had to be suffering and to admit it.
