Page 132 of Crystal Luna
Isaiah was clearly jealous, though Velora could sense his curiosity—maybe he simply wanted to learn.
“Are you afraid of showing us how truly broken he is?” Isaiah asked. “Because I assure you we all know that he’s only holding it together until he can hand over the pack to his son. Maybe he’ll wait until his girl is a woman, but by then he will lose his mind just like anyone who’s lost their mate.”
Velora could only look at him, terrified that he was right. When Heath didn’t have to hold it together for his pack or his children anymore, he’d likely crumble.
“So?” Isaiah pushed further.
“There are many ways to please one another.”
“So, no real fucking then?” The more Isaiah talked the more desire thickened his voice.
“Sometimes,” she admitted.
“And how did you get him hard?” Isaiah’s eyes clouded more and more with each passing second, darkening with lust.
“Role play.”
“You pretended to be his luna?”
She nodded, her throat suddenly tight.
“Interesting—so he only wanted to use you.”
“He didn’t use me any more than I used him.”
“And how did you use him, Velora?” his voice was low and gravelly as he clung to control, though his fingers calmly ran through her hair. “Did he use his fingers?”
Blood rushed to her face, answering Isaiah’s question so she didn’t have to.
“Did you like that?”
The mere thought of falling apart under Heath’s touch made her heart race. He was calm and patient, never getting frustrated with her when she needed a little extra attention. He simply enjoyed pleasing her—in whatever way necessary.
Seeing her reaction seemed to loosen Isaiah even more, his free hand dancing down her side and pushing past her leggings. She stiffened, but couldn’t bring herself to stop him. He tickled over her hips, then slid behind the thin fabric of her panties. Velora briefly worried about the fact that she hadn’t shaved, but Isaiah didn’t say a word.
“Whatever he could do, Ash and I can do a thousand times better—I’d bet on it.”
Her breath hitched when his fingertips brushed her clit, pausing to wait for her reaction. Asher, who’d been eagerly watching, shifted his position and knelt between her legs. He slipped his fingers beneath the waistband, tugging them down enough to watch what his brother did.
“Did he lick you too?” Isaiah asked, using a little more pressure that time.
She jolted under his touch, wanting to fight out of his grip—but she couldn’t move.
“It’s alright, Vel,” Asher’s sweet voice tried to assure her. “We won’t hurt you.”
Asher tossed her leggings aside and spread her legs wide. While his hands gripped her hips, he watched with his mouth damn near watering as Isaiah began to circle her clit. That stubborn part of her mind didn’t want it to happen, but it felt far too good for her to stop. The way Asher watched intently without an ounce of jealousy only made it that much sweeter. She hated them, yet the bond made her heart long for more.
When Asher licked his lips, Isaiah spread her folds. “Taste.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. Asher dipped his head, eagerly swiping his tongue over that sensitive bundle of nerves. Velora bit her lip to suppress a moan, but Isaiah’s hand shot up to her mouth and pulled it free.
“Let us hear you.”
Asher licked her again, adding a little more pressure to his tongue and pulling a cry from her lips.
“Good, just like that,” Isaiah praised, gently cupping her jaw. “You’re ours, Vel. You won’t moan for anyone else. No one will ever experience that sweet pussy but us.”
Her head fell back and her eyes squeezed shut as Asher became unhinged. Isaiah pushed a thumb past her lips—only for her to sink her teeth into it.