Page 97 of Grave Decisions
“You’re right,” Flint says, eyes rakin’ over me.
“Mmm,” Alder agrees. “You’re ours.”
I beam. “That’s right.”
As I finish pourin’ water over the stones, so much steam erupts in the space that it becomes harder to see, but it’s addin’ to the ambiance. Just like the two half naked males sittin’ with legs apart, backs propped on the walls, abs glistenin’, and eyes on me. These two...just lookin’ at them makes heat spread through my belly and travel down the juncture between my thighs.
“If you keep looking at us like that, Peaches, we’re going to have to do something about it,” Flint challenges, the front of his towel already tentin’ up.
I bite my lip at the sight as I draw my hand over the knot of my towel that’s held securely above the curve of my breasts. Their eyes don’t miss a single movement. They make me feel like the sexiest woman in the world. Like no one else exists.
“Drop the towel.”
My eyes snap over to Alder. He’s leanin’ forward, his elbows braced on his knees as he watches me, his order hangin’ in the air. With a hard swallow, I loosen the knot, my eyes on his and a thrill shootin’ through me at his demandin’ need to see me bare.
In the next breath, I happily do exactly as I’m told.
“Drizzle the water over you,” he says, his hand goin’ over the towel to palm his cock.
With the nozzle still in hand, I lift it up and then let the cold water trickle over me, startin’ at my head before workin’ slowly down to my chest in exhilaratin’ rivulets that skim over my flushed skin.
“Fuck,” Flint growls. “Look at her.”
“Oh, I’m looking,” Alder replies, dark desire glitterin’ in his gaze.
Their eyes watch, enraptured, as I continue to let dribbles run down my fevered body. My heart pounds in my chest at the intensity of their attention. The lust in the air is so thick it rivals the steam.
“You don’t wanna think about anyone else bein’ with me, and I don’t wanna think about anyone else bein’ with you,” I tell them, my voice gone husky. “So come over here, and let’s erase everyone else.”
In a flash, the two demons are unfoldin’ themselves from the benches and stalkin’ toward me like predators. My mouth goes dry, and then I have two demons pressin’ up on either side of me.
I raise the nozzle and start rainin’ down cold water over the two of them, switchin’ off from one sexy chest to another and lettin’ my free hand graze over the water on their skin in an excuse to touch them, to feel their hardened muscles and hot flesh.
Alder grabs the nozzle from me as Flint move closer behind me to palm my ass, and I hear the telltale sound of his towel droppin’ to the floor. I arch against him, my ass drivin’ further against his already hard cock, unable to wait to feel that achin’ part of him.
“Flint…” I say breathlessly.
“Patience, Peaches,” he purrs.
Now in control of the water, Alder positions the nozzle directly over my breasts, the shock of cold water hittin’ my nipples and makin’ them instantly pebble. The second they do, his hot mouth is there, lavin’ the peaks and lickin’ up the water, suckin’ it right from my skin.
“Oh…” Damn, that feels good.
“Mmm, you taste delicious, Petal,” Alder murmurs against my skin.
Flint moves his hands from kneadin’ my ass to come around and palm my breasts, while Alder’s mouth moves down, down, down, takin’ the water with him.
He kisses over my stomach, skims down my side, and then I gasp, my eyes flyin’ open as ice-cold water is rained down directly on my clit. I only get a one-second warnin’ before Alder is on his knees, and his mouth is latchin’ onto me. His tongue swirls around me, lickin’ up the water as it warms against the sensitive bundle of nerves, and it feelssinful.
I whimper and lean back so Alder can have better access to all the parts I want his mouth on, and Flint’s arm bands around my waist to help hold me up. Flint trails kisses from my shoulder up my neck, while I writhe against Alder’s face and the things his mouth is doin’ to my pussy.
Flint’s hard cock digs into my back, and I reach up and dig my fingers through the thick strands of his hair. Steam swirls tantalizingly around us like it wants in on the action too.
“Whose mate are you?” Flint grumbles in my ear posessively.
Alder laps his tongue over my entrance and back up to flick at my clit, and I gasp and moan at the sensations they’re both wringin’ out of my body.
“Whose mate?” Flint asks me again, and I toss my head back and close my eyes.
