Page 133 of Crystal Luna

He chuckled and ran his thumb over her closed lips. “How about Ash fucks that pussy with his fingers, huh? Will that make you come for us?”

She tried to stay silent, but he forced her mouth open again, releasing the sound she tried to swallow. Asher—gently and carefully—pushed a finger into her.

“Look at how sweet you are. You’re already falling apart. I can’t wait to see what you look like when Ash makes you come.”

Velora gasped for each breath, reaching down to take a fistful of Asher’s hair. Though instead of pulling him off as she’d intended, she used the leverage to hold him in place. He added a second finger, his tongue relentlessly pushing her to orgasm much faster than she’d wanted it. She didn’t want to come at all, not for them, but she couldn’t help it. His touch felt so good, so much better than Heath—and she hated how much she loved it.

When Asher’s lips sealed around her clit, she knew she’d lost the battle.

“No,” Velora panted, but it was too late. Asher sucked her orgasm right out of her.

Her body quivered beneath Asher’s touch and he eased up, slowing the thrusts of his fingers.

“So fucking beautiful.” Isaiah tried to guide her to suck on his thumb again, but she bit down—much harder that time.

As soon as the waves stopped and her legs relaxed, she rolled away from them and stood off the couch.

“I hate you,” she growled, grabbed a blanket, and hid her nakedness beneath it. “I fucking hate both of you.”

Then with her legs still quivering, she stormed up the stairs.

Chapter Thirty-Four

Asher

Watching Vel run away from them hurt even more than being slammed into a mirror. Every time they took a step forward, they only took three steps back.

He knew she didn’t want to see him, that she hated both of them but his body moved on its own—he couldn’t stay away from her.

“Ash…” Isaiah warned in a half-assed tone—he wanted to go after her just as badly.

His brother was just as clueless, regretting losing his resolve and manipulating Vel into being with them. Isaiah felt like he’d forced himself on her, especially because he was typically the one to let Vel initiate their interactions.

As he stepped up to her closed bedroom door, he heard her deep, threatening growl.

“Vel, please,” he begged, resting his forehead against the wood.

“Fuck off!”

“I just want to talk.”

She punished him with silence so after another moment he turned his back to the door and slid until his ass hit the floor. He leaned against the barrier between them, wondering how much more of the back and forth he could handle.

“I know you’re there,” she growled, though this time it was softer.

“That’s not a secret. I’m not trying to hide from you.”

“It’s annoying.”

“I’m pretty sure you’d still be annoyed if I walked away. Nothing I do is good enough for you.”

“Pretty much.” But it seemed there was an air of something else in her voice, like she wasn’t telling the whole truth.

“Vel, every cell in my body longs for you. My wolf’s pacing in the back of my mind to claim you—to make you ours. I can’t do this for years.”

“You couldn’t even mark me even if I allowed you. The luna ceremony won’t be until the snow falls again.”

“We could still be with you, spoiling you in every way. We don’t need to mark you to spend our days with you. He’s itching to meet your wolf.”