Page 66 of Twin Warriors

“Amy?” He asked, needing to hear her say that she wanted this.

She met his eyes again, biting her lip.

“What are you waiting for?” She asked, a smile on her lips.

Cole shot Cane a nervous look, unsure of what they should do. How would they both enjoy being with their mate?

Amy must have seen the confusion on his face because she sat up, turning to look at them both.

Smiling to herself in a way that had his body igniting with heat, she said, “Cane, get on your knees at the head of the bed.”

Cane didn’t need telling twice. He sat up, moving to kneel at the head of the bed.

She turned back to Cole, “You get to be at the foot of the bed this time. It’s up to you to set the pace.”

He frowned, tilting his head to the side.

She smiled wider, “You’ll see. Just stay where you are, okay?”

They both nodded, the evidence of their anticipation clear between them.

Once Cole was on his knees at the foot of the bed, Amy moved between them and pulled off the night shirt she had on.

Cole sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of their perfect, beautiful mate, completely naked between them.

Trak! She is killing me!

Keep it together, Cane. Let her show us what she wants.

I’m trying!

Amy slid a hand over each of their chests, moving in slow, deliberate strokes as her eyes ran over every inch of their bodies. Cole glanced down, trying to see what she saw. His enhanced arm glistened in the morning light, the metal joining to his flesh around the shoulder. A long, faded scar ran from his hip all the way up to where flesh met metal on his arm. His metal leg was fused to his flesh at the hip.

He glanced over at Cane, who had the same scars and features on his body.

“God, you two are amazing,” She breathed, making Cole look at her again. There was desire burning in her eyes that took his breath away.

When her hand ran lower, brushing over the sensitive skin of his hip, he sucked in a breath and closed his eyes. He needed to find some control, or he was going to embarrass himself in front of both of them.

He bucked, a loud groan escaping from his lips and his eyes flying open when her small, warm hand wrapped around his cock in a gentle, but firm hold.

She was on her knees between them, stroking them both. He could feel the pleasure; the bursting desire and need rushing off Cane, just as his own feelings poured through to him.

“Amy,” Cane groaned, her hand moving up and down in slow, torturous strokes.

“I’ve got you. I’ve got you both.”

She kept moving her hand, running it all the way down to the base of his shaft, only to have it slip back up to the tip, her thumb rubbing over the head, then back down.

He couldn’t take much more of this. He needed her so badly it was starting to hurt.

“Amy,” He croaked out, “Sila, we won’t last long like this. We need you, now.”

Her hand stilled, before she released them. She turned to Cole, running her hands up his chest and pressing her lips to his in a hot, desperate kiss. Their tongues danced together, his hands moving to cup her small, firm breasts.

When she pulled away, he felt like screaming. He wanted more. He needed more. But he also knew that Cane needed her too. She turned to face Cane, kissing him in the same way she had Cole.

A moment later, she turned her back to Cole, moving closer to him until her back touched his chest, and bent.