Chapter Nineteen
Thank fuck! The relief was clear in the twins’ faces, but luckily it was too dark for Freya to see. Declan resumed kissing her, while his hands caressed her breasts and played with her nipples.
She hardly felt it when Ciaran spread her legs and positioned himself between them, caressing her with his tongue through the fabric of her underwear, inhaling her fragrance. But when he tore it away, she looked down with a startle.
“Is this okay, angel?” he asked, holding his breath. The last thing they wanted was for a flashback to take hold of her.
Declan stopped caressing her and she mewled in response.
“Words, little one.”
“Yes, it’s ... it’s okay...” was that her voice, so distant? Declan pinched her nipple and caressed it immediately after, soothing the slight pain.
Ciaran dove into her scent. Her natural fragrance, combined with her juices, was driving him and his wolf insane. He nibbled and licked, driving her higher in excitement. Faintly she thought she would probably levitate in the air if he didn't hold her so firmly by the hips.
It was a combined assault to her senses, Ciaran between her legs, Declan at her back, both driving her wild with their hands and tongues.
She moaned when she felt Ciaran's tongue on her clitoris, relentlessly arousing her.
She vaguely thought she felt too empty, that her center needed something to fill her and trigger an orgasm.
“One finger, brother,” said Declan. And for her, he praised, “You’re doing so well, little one, taking my brother so well. Do you think you can take more?”
“I... I...”
“Words, little one.”
“Yes,” she whispered and Ciaran inserted a second finger, never stopping licking her.
She almost pistoned out of bed, and when Declan twisted her nipples, she came with a loud scream.
Instead of stopping, the twins prolonged the sweet torture, and she couldn’t tell if she orgasmed again or if she was still navigating the first one.
Ciaran slowed and with a final lick, he sat on his haunches. He made a show of licking his fingers with pleasure. Wordlessly, Declan hummed with pleasure when he took a bit of her juices and licked his fingers clean.
“Delicious.”
“Best dessert I ever tasted.”
“I think I want more. What do you say, brother?”
“I think she should come again. I can feel the wheels turning in her head.”
“Wait!” she shrieked and both men stopped immediately.
“What is it, angel?”
“What ... what about you?” she could feel Declan’s bulge at her back, and although she couldn’t see Ciaran’s ... she knew it was there.
“Tonight is for you, little one.”
“It’s not for us, angel.”
“But...”
“No buts, little one. We’ll have our time.”
“Pleasuring you is all we want tonight.”
“And now it’s my turn,” said Declan, with a satisfied smile. He slid down on the bed until he was completely lying down. Freya seemed confused until she felt Ciaran's hands guiding her to Declan.
“Sit on his face, angel. Let him eat you.”
“No, I... what if I hurt him?”
They both chuckled.
“What a way to go ... but don’t worry, you won’t.”
Hesitantly at first, Freya slid down until Declan had her pussy in reach. Immediately he started licking her and she bent forward. It was just too much.
Ciaran helped her ride his face, caressing her nonstop, muttering dirty words that she couldn’t possibly hear. He teased her nipples until she couldn’t take it anymore, their combined actions making her crazy.
Her orgasm was fast and fell upon her hard. She trembled and would have fallen if they hadn’t caught her.
“Delicious,” sighed Declan, watching through half lidded eyes how Ciaran cradled her in his arms.
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Their erections were painful, and they wanted nothing more than to enter her sweet body. But they could wait. Tonight was all about her, her pleasure, her confidence.
If they took care of their mate, everything else would fall in place swiftly.
Sandwiched between her two lovers, exhausted by the orgasms, Freya had fallen asleep.
“Tonight, we managed to keep our wolves at bay. But we need to tell her the truth soon, brother.”
“The full moon is coming. They’ll come here and forcefully mate her if we don’t take precautions.”
Ciaran closed his eyes, feeling his brother’s pain as if it was his own. Because it was. Declan was right. Nothing short of silver, chains, and bars would keep the mutts away from Freya.
There was no other way. They needed to chain themselves.