Page 146 of Crystal Luna

Her hips rolled and she relaxed in Isaiah’s arms. He loosened his grip on her shoulders and let his hands roam her sides.

“You feel so good in my arms,” he whispered.

“Wait until you taste her,” Asher chuckled.

Isaiah’s chest vibrated with a low rumble of satisfaction. “You’re right.”

One of Isaiah’s hands slid under her shirt while the other dipped between her legs. Bypassing Asher’s thumb on her clit, he easily slid a finger inside her. The gentle glide of his finger against Velora’s walls pulled the first moan from her.

“Asshole,” Asher growled, knocking his brother’s hand away to replace it with his tongue.

Isaiah calmly brought that finger to his mouth and sucked it between his lips. Her breathing stopped, legs clenching around Asher as the combination of the pressure from his thumb and the thrusts of his tongue slowly built her climax.

“Breathe, my queen,” Isaiah coaxed. “I need to hear you again.”

Velora took a deep breath in as her head began to spin from the lack of oxygen. She slid her fingers through Asher’s hair, gripping what she could to use his mouth for her pleasure.

“Good, now exhale for me,” Isaiah guided her again.

The sound that pulled from deep in her chest was almost inhuman when Asher increased his pace.

“Just like that.”

Isaiah’s praise made her shudder. While his brother took care of her physical needs, Isaiah had a talent to blow her mind with words alone.

“I want you to listen carefully. Can you do that?”

She nodded, her eyes falling shut. Just like his brother’s tongue, the sound of Isaiah’s voice made her orgasm build.

“Use your words,” he commanded. “Tell me that you understand me.”

“Yes,” she panted, her heart skipping in her chest.

“Good, that’s it.” He groaned as his hands pushed her shirt higher and over her head, exposing her completely. Isaiah pushed his hand under her bra, softly cupping the breast beneath. “Asher’s going to shift under you and when he does, I want you to kneel over his face.”

She froze, an uncomfortable feeling pushing through the lust clouding her brain. She couldn’t picture what he wanted. It sounded horrifyingly awkward and something she definitely didn’t want to do.

Asher removed his tongue, which made her meet his eyes—darkened with desire. “I want it,” he affirmed. “If being suffocated by your pussy is how I go then I’ll die happy.”

“I…”

“He’s not actually going to suffocate,” Isaiah clarified. “You’ll love it. I promise.”

She took a deep breath to calm her fluttery nerves. After a moment that both of them were more than willing to give her, she nodded. “Okay.”

Both men brushed their lips across various parts of her body as Isaiah praised her again. “You’re doing so well.”

Asher laid on his back, those green eyes blazing as he waited for her.

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“Always.”

Though she was still deeply insecure, she rose to her knees and hovered just above his face.

Asher firmly grabbed her hips, tugging her towards his mouth. “Come here my queen.”

“Follow his lead,” Isaiah instructed, placing his hands over Ashers to guide her. “He’ll show you what he needs.”