Chapter Twenty-Nine #2
He slid his hands up her legs to the crease in her thighs, and there he lingered, achingly close but oh so far away.
Teasing her as his brother had. And the look in his eyes…
She wiggled in her seat, wanting him to touch her and fill the emptiness, slide his fingers across her sex.
Instead, he clamped his hands on her legs, keeping her in place, and growled.
That sound. A deep rumble with a touch of command and a whole lot of hunger.
Heat coiled in her stomach, and her muscles clamped down on empty air.
Isobella had never wanted a man, any man, as much as she wanted Aubert and Edmond. Either of them. Both of them.
Aubert leaned forward, ran his nose along her seam and breathed in deeply. This time Isobella’s moan was anything but silent.
Edmond’s soft chuckle fluttered against her throat. “She’s barely making a sound, Aubert. I think we need to give her something to scream about.”
Would he…? She didn’t dare hope. Then Aubert leaned in again, and the rasp of his tongue across her most intimate folds had her crying out for more.
He didn’t stop there.
As though he were a man starved, he feasted on her, sucking her clit into his mouth and laving her with his tongue.
All the while his hands held her firm, not allowing her to move.
Isobella sank her fingers into his hair.
She didn’t want to pull him away. She wanted more.
To pull him as close as possible and press herself firm against his face.
Never, not in her wildest dreams, had Isobella been brazen enough to behave so wantonly.
They brought it out in her. Aubert, with his dedication to finding what made her moan or whimper, what made her body shiver, and repeating it, excelling at it.
And Edmond, with his hands, his mouth, biting and pinching, and soothing her.
Like everything they did, they did it together.
Each tweak of her nipple, each nip of her neck from Edmond was in tandem with a bite or a lick from Aubert.
It was intense. She spiraled. The both of them shooting her to heights she’d never experienced. Never imagined existed.
Then Aubert lifted her legs, slipping them over his shoulders, and plunged his tongue inside at the same time as Edmond covered her mouth with his, their thrusting tongues impossibly in sync.
It was too much. It was everything. Isobella fractured, her mind, body and wolf lost to the pleasure, to the feel of Aubert and Edmond.
When she reached her peak, they did not release her, driving her higher, pushing for more.
And she gave it to them. She had no choice.
She flew, her back bowed off the chair and her knees clamped around Aubert’s face, as Edmond swallowed her scream.
Then she was floating. Down, down, until she collapsed against the chair, her limbs as weak as a newly planted sapling.
Edmond released her mouth, and she flopped her head back against his abs and untangled her fingers from Aubert’s hair. Beyond content, her body tingled from head to toe.
“She thinks we are done, Aubert.”
Isobella opened her eyes to amusement in Edmond’s. She dropped her gaze. His impressive cock was right there, standing to attention. She scooted her gaze away, only to find Aubert on his haunches, his cock red, his heavy testicles tight. They were big men, and they had big—
Aubert rose. “Not here.”
“Her bedchamber.”
Isobella gave a little squeal as Edmond scooped her up. She protested as Aubert unbolted the door.
“Aah, chaton. Do not fret. I imagine we will not be the first to be caught naked in these halls.” Edmond grinned at her, revealing a hint of fang.
“If they do not know what we are doing with you by now, they soon will. Aubert and I will make sure of it. By nightfall, everyone in this keep will know you are ours.”
His cheeky grin dissolved as both of them swiveled their attention to the door. Someone knocked, and she caught a scent, familiar but not one she could yet place.
“Gascon,” muttered Aubert.
Gaharet’s head servant.
“Mon Seigneur Gaharet has requested your presence in the hall,” said Gascon through the door. “All of you.”
Edmond groaned. Aubert snarled.
Edmond set Isobella on her feet. “We could ignore him.”
Isobella quickly scooped up her chemise and slipped it over her head.
Heedless of his nakedness, Aubert flung open the door. “This had better be important.”
Gascon didn’t balk at the chevalier sans clothes. “Seigneur Gaharet insists. It is urgent. The boy Remi has returned with news.” He looked past Aubert and Edmond. “I will send Anne to assist Mademoiselle to dress.”
Aubert huffed.
Edmond rolled his eyes. “That boy’s timing is impeccable.” He waved Gascon off. “No need to send Anne. Aubert and I will help Isobella.”
Edmond closed the door on Gascon and tossed Aubert his tunic and breeches. “There is no help for it. We must respond to Gaharet’s summons.”
Isobella slipped her underdress over her head. From Aubert’s and Edmond’s winces as they laced up their breeches, and the rueful glances they cast her way, Isobella wasn’t the only one frustrated by the interruption.