Page 145 of Crystal Luna
Velora didn’t even bother to hide how much she liked that idea. She pressed her thighs together, as if that would do anything to quell the desire building low in her stomach.
Asher’s grin intensified as he leaned a little closer. “You like that thought, don’t you?”
She didn’t need to answer, and he knew that—the fucking tease.
Asher shuffled onto his hands and knees, crawling closer like a predator stalking their prey. He licked his lips as hungry eyes grazed her body, like he hadn’t eaten in days and she was his next meal. “I wonder what else you’ll let us do once you realise how much better we feel.”
Her eyes flicked to Isaiah, who watched intently from where he sat—enjoying every second of it.
Asher held her gaze and stopped crawling at her feet, dipping down to press a kiss to her ankle. “Maybe we can make you come enough to get you so high that you’ll beg for us.”
Maybe she would.
His nose trailed across her skin while he guided his hands between her thighs, coaxing her to spread her legs.
“What will Isaiah do?” Velora tried and failed to keep the desire from her voice.
She could feel that they were exchanging thoughts, but none they wanted to share with her.
“There are so many things we’d like to do to you,” Isaiah hummed. “But it all depends on how much you’re willing to give.”
Velora’s heart sank as Isaiah got to his feet. Her disappointment surprised her, but she didn’t want him to leave. With Asher now knelt between her knees, she gazed up at his brother.
Instead of stepping away, he closed the distance between them and reached down, gently running his thumb over her jawline towards her lips. “I would never leave you like this, but I should grab a few things we might need.”
He then left the room, leaving her heart thrumming in her chest over the thought of what he’d bring back. Distracted by Asher creeping closer to her inner thighs, he ran his hands over her hips.
“How about we take these off, precious?”
Precious? Her face twisted, unsure of how she felt about it.
He chuckled, working open the button on her denim shorts. “Maybe not precious, huh? Maybe something more fitting like little beast?” He seemed to correct himself on that one with a shake of his head. “No, you’re not little, are you?”
Why was she hanging onto his every word? Even worse, why was she lifting her hips to allow him to pull her shorts off?
“Princess?”
“Queen,” Isaiah corrected, stepping into the bedroom.
Asher hummed his approval, tossing her shorts aside and quickly reclaiming his spot between her thighs.
With two condoms in between his fingers, Isaiah worked himself behind Velora, leaning his back against the window. Asher guided her with his hands on her hips, giving Isaiah the room he needed to cradle her between his legs.
Isaiah hummed, his hand smoothing down her side until he reached the thin strap of her thong. “You forgot this.”
Before she could protest, Isaiah ripped the thin fabric and tossed them aside.
“I liked those,” she grumbled, giving them a mock pout.
“I’ll make up for it,” Asher volunteered, punctuating his sentence with a kiss to her hip.
“Come here,” Isaiah demanded, pulling her closer to his chest. “Relax while Ash apologises for my rude behaviour.”
Velora turned, trying to see his face. “You’re not going to apologise? You’re the one who ripped them after all.”
“So demanding,” he laughed, though he kissed a path up her neck, pleasure rolling off him in waves.
Her skin vibrated with Asher’s laugh as he mouthed his way across her hip and onto her upper thigh. Just like before, the coarse hair between her thighs didn’t seem to bother him at all as he found her clit with ease. Electricity sizzled across her skin as he carefully stroked her.