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I inhale. Bobble smells clean. He doesn’t have any kind of overtly masculine scent, but rather, he reminds me of something homey and safe.
I inhale again, and his muscles flex under my hose.
Behind me, I feel Sunder shift. “Can you cease the racket, Third?” he rumbles.
In response, Bobble purrs louder.
I laugh lightly, arching my hips back to rub against Sunder. “You don’t like it?”
“I prefer to wake up to silence,” he grumbles. However, at the same time, I feel him press forward, and the hard length of him rocks along the cleft of my ass.
My blood heats. The comfort and calm of the morning recedes, leaving something much hotter in its wake.
Lust.
I’m suddenly aware of the fact that we’re all very, very naked.
“Where did my clothes go?” I murmur halfheartedly. I’m not exactly complaining, but I’m still a little curious.
Bobble shifts forward, pulling me against his chest until my breasts are tucked against him. “You are beautiful without them,” I hear him whisper.
“You needed us to feel you,” Bobble punctuates his words with a demonstration, and his hand skims over the skin of my arms. He folds one heavy bicep around me, hugging my top half so that my face is tucked into the crook of his neck.
I melt into his embrace, all the while Sunder starts to rock lightly against my ass.
“Oh yeah? You two just decided that for me?”
“You should trust us, Mira,” Sunder rumbles behind me. “We can make a great many good decisions for you.”
Normally, that would piss me off. Men have a history of making shitty decisions for women, and I’m quite certain that in any other context, I’d be ready to tell the person delivering the message to get fucked.
But in this case…
I think I’m the one interested in getting fucked.
“Oh?” I say. My voice is breathy as I feel Sunder’s hands grip my hips, moving me more closely back up against him. “Is that so?”
“I don’t think she believes us, First,” I hear Bobble say. His voice has a little bit of a teasing edge to it, even as his usual kindness fills me with joy.
“We should make her believe, Third,” Sunder growls.
“Make me…” I gasp and break off my sentence as Sunder growls and grabs my breasts.
Bobble dips his head forward, consuming my sharp exhale.
“Would you like for her to fill that mouth of hers with your cock, Third?”
Bobble pulls back, even as Sunder starts to rock against me. Kind eyes, yellow like a cat but shaped like a human, study mine.
When I nod, his lips curl. “I think I would like that, First.”
I shriek as Sunder moves.
In one sleek motion, he pulls me back by my hips, flipping me onto my knees. I throw out my hands to keep from face-planting flat on the bed. Balanced in a tabletop position, I glance over my back to look at Sunder.
The expression on his face is pure lust.
One of his gigantic hands creeps into my hair, pulling at the base of my scalp. He wraps a fistful of my hair in his fingers, then tugs slightly, directing my face forward.
