Page 68 of Mated By Twilight

She hadn’t just said that.

She hadn’t!

But she had. Because she was a whore. And right now, the spot between her thighs was burning so fiercely, aching deep in her lower belly, that she didn’t even care.

It was unfair to have two such attractive males touching her freely like this. At the same time, she didn’t want them to ever stop. She wanted more. Skara told her she should express that. But she couldn’t believe she’d just blurted ‘dicks’ like a fool incapable of making complete sentences.

That wasn’t sexy or seductive at all. Maybe that’s why her mom said, in the bedroom, women should just humbly accept their husband’s attentions and not ask for anything for themselves.

But the change that came over her males was immediate and unquestionable.

Sollit locked his arms around her torso and picked her up, allowing Tillos to pull her pants and underwear off in one motion so smooth and easy, it was like they practiced it. Beforeshe could be jealous about that for longer than a second, Tillos was spreading her now naked legs, face right in front of her pussy.

“Look at this cute little hair,” he purred, hand running up through her bush. She’d never shaved – only whores did that, according to her mom – and she didn’t even have time to be self-conscious about that because Tillos’ eyes were gleaming with approval as he spread her lips.

Sollit put her down. Not back against his chest like she had been before but laid out on his lap so that she wasn’t folded over, giving Tillos easier access.

But doing so meant that she could feel his cock right there against the side of her neck. The heft of it, the way it pulsed in Sollit’s pants. She couldn’t get the memory of how large and ribbed it had been out of her head.

She was so focused on his dick, finding herself actually leaning against it, that for a moment, she forgot about Tillos between her legs. But it was only for the briefest moment before he suddenly shoved his whole face into her pussy, taking a deep breath like he was trying to inhale her.

She let out a cry, raising her head, shocked that he would do that. But when he released the breath, it was with a low groan of pleasure, his hips rocking against the bed. Like even the smell of her was enough to give him some satisfaction.

“How is she?” Sollit asked, voice full of dark joy. “Good, right?”

“Incredible,” Tillos purred, leaning in again.

But instead of taking a deep breath, helickedher. With a full, broad, flat tongue. Stroking all the way up from her butt to her clit.

“Oh, brother,” he moaned, eyes rolling back. “You didn’t say it wasthisgood.”

“Don’t tease,” Sollit chuckled, adjusting his dick. “Get her ready for us. She’ll need it.”

She’d needwhat?!

Before she could ask, Tillos was burying his face into her curls, his tongue spearing into her, as he feasted like a pig at slop. Messy and loud and eager. His whole body shuddering as his fingers dug into her thighs, as if daring anyone to try to rip him away.

But she only got a brief glimpse of him like that because her head fell back, mouth opening in a scream that was caught in her throat.

When Sollit did this, he’d been slow and sweet. Like he was getting her used to it. But Tillos was enthusiastic and eager – like eating her out was more for him than her.

Despite that, it was incredible. A rush of hot pleasure each time his nose brushed across her clit. From the heat of his tongue stretching her out. From the press of his dulled claws into her thighs.

She grabbed onto Sollit’s arms, her body wiggling. But Tillos’ harsh grip kept her trapped in place. Oh,that’swho he was afraid might take her away from him – herself.

She was no more prepared for this the second time than she had been the first. The scream finally left her throat when she, very quickly, broke her peak. She thrashed against Tillos but, unlike Sollit, he didn’t stop. Even when the sensation became too much, he just pushed her hips deeper into the bed, his tonguewriggling inside her, gulping her down like she was a drinking fountain.

“Such a loud little thing you are,” Sollit chuckled. “I think you need something to plug this little hole, don’t you?”

His longest finger traced along her lower lip, then past it. Into her mouth. Teasing her tongue. Her sounds became muffled as she shivered. His skin didn’t taste salty like she expected. He didn’t really taste like anything, but the little scales on his fingers were smooth and hot.

“Feed her, brother,” Tillos said, his voice also muffled. But the vibration of it against her pussy made her shiver and groan.

“You think I should?” Sollit smirked, adjusting his dick again. “You want this,aevea?”

“Mmf,” she agreed, tongue wrapping around his finger. Yes. That was what she wanted. The taste of him, the heat of him. She wanted a chance tosuckhis dick.

Even the thought made her entire face burn. But she didn’t want to take it back. Tillos’ ceaseless efforts between her legs had made her hungry for more again. Her shame was quickly being buried by the sheer force of pleasure and desire ripping through her in equal measure.