Fang-Kissed

Chapter 23

I feel Raphael's kiss above my ear and across my temple, as his hand slides down my neck, to my breasts, handling one and pinching the nipple tight.

Raze has removed every item of clothing and stepped directly into me, cupping my other breast, his thumb flicking back and forth along the curve.

I stare hard at Raze's chest, backing up when he inches closer and I catch my breath.

I couldn't really move back anywhere, but I feel the heat of Raze crushing me between them, as he leans down to my other ear. I think he'll say something, but he licks into my right ear and Raphael smiles against my left when I shifted closer toward him again.

I. Am. Truly. Stuck. Between them. And I'm so excited about it.

I place my hands on Raze's torso, curling my nails into his abdominals as I hover my hands near his hard, upright dick, but I don't touch. I squeeze my legs together, and they're awfully slippery.

I am very ready, but it doesn't mean I'm not a little scared too. I close my eyes as I feel the heat of two wolves overwhelm me.

"Um, s-so how does this work?" I gasp out the question and Raze lifts my chin to kiss me quiet. I lean back, surrendering to his commanding mouth, as he leads me back – and Raphael walks perfectly in synchronisation.

It's like a dance – that they've practiced before.

It occurs to me they've done this with other clients. Seduced them together.

It doesn't make sense to be anything other than routine with how they co-ordinate so perfectly.

Raphael's hand is now sliding down my waist, as Raze's hand grips my ass and squeezes at the same time. His fingers trail a bit inward, until he tests how warm and wet I am. My mate's strong hand continues to knead my ass, while we finally reach the bed and then... air kisses my front and back, so I open my eyes.

I look to see Raphael and Raze stepped back from me. Raze crosses his arms over his chest as his eyes roll over me slow, and his brother does the same.

Are they appraising me?

"You ready?" Raphael drawls, "To grovel for your mate's approval."

"You want me to...?" I look to Raze.

"Can you handle it?" Raze asks, "If it's too overwhelming, I'll let it slide for another time."

"I can handle it," I answer, perhaps too quickly, "I was made for it."

Raze cocks a brow before he raises his chin, and his eyes flash with his power.

I know it'll make me buckle, but I'm prepared, and I turn toward the bed, climbing on before I fall to the floor. I rest on my side and I turn to them, as the heat spreads through my whole naked body, a blooming and pink blush. I see my skin ripple with the magic of Fang Golds marking me with their look alone.

Well, one Fang Gold anyway. I lick my lips and I look at Raze, and I can't look away.

Forcing myself not to touch myself, I clench the sheets in both hands and I look up at the ceiling, my body writhing but my fingers determined to hold the blankets instead of furiously rubbing my clit.

Raze is turning it up slowly.

"Don't be easy on me. Just let it consume me," I demand it, "I swear I can take it –!" I scream out when the heat becomes a sharp stabbing pain. It makes me curl up and turn around abruptly, and the pain instantly subsides – when I'm in the right position. My forehead is pressed to the sheets as I breathe through my grit teeth, crying with the shock of that power contorting my body to move. To spin, to stick up my ass, as my feet curl, all the pain subsides, only to be replaced with a pulsing, hot throbbing.