Page 29 of Sinful Mates

I wake to warm fingers teasing my pussy. They don't enter me, but circle around my entrance and follow my sensitive skin. I push back into them. I want that warmth inside of me. I rested enough, my arousal is a wildfire raging out of control. The finger dips to the edges of my entrance, gliding across from my growing wetness. Not enough to satisfy me, just to tease and torment and make me want it. I wiggle my ass back into Tobias’s erection. Tobias lifts my leg and settles it over Theo, spreading my legs for better access for him to tease. Theo sleeps on, oblivious for the moment. I try to roll to face Tobias but he keeps me faced away. He slides two fingers inside of me, curving them and rubbing my g spot inside at a torturously slow pace.

I moan at the stroking inside me and push myself back onto his fingers, trying to get more friction. But he keeps himself at the same slow pace. His thumb pressed against the tight muscles of my ass, tight little circles while his fingers fuck me slowly.

“Didn't you tell me it doesn't matter how fucking horny we are, she needed rest?” Theo scolds. He rolls over, pulling my leg up higher on his hip. His hand floats over my thigh, making me shiver from the contrast of hot and cold. Theo’s face moves to my neck, kissing and sucking on my skin, Tobias’s fingers slip in and out faster as my excitement coats his fingers, his thumb pressing harder against my ass. He slips it inside me, slowly and teasingly. “Good job,” Theo praises. “Let yourself feel it all, Imogen.”

Theo’s fangs graze my neck while he devours my flesh, nibbling and sucking. Wait, fangs? I sit up and Tobias's fingers slip out of me. I stare at Theo, heart pounding and jaw dropping.

Theo's lust fades and he cocks his head, giving me that familiar smile. “I won’t bite you, I promise. Not yet anyway.” His voice sounds calm like this is a perfectly normal thing. I twist back to peer at Tobias. His hands slip around my waist, pulling me completely against him again. He nods his head toward Theo. Theo's face becomes distorted in front of me. I reach out, finger's brushing against his cheek. He snuggles into my palm, a smile tugging at his lips.

“You’re a vampire?” I whisper. Theo nods, watching my reaction. His fangs protrude. They aren’t what you would see in a movie with the two pointy fangs. He actually has three on each side, and they run side by side. I watch his eyes darken, turning to the darkest shade of red, similar to blood. Veins stick out under his eyes, moving and wriggling under my thumb as I brush it over them slowly. Theo doesn't move, just waits for me to finish observing him.

Moving my hands back down his face, I brush my thumb over the point of one of his fangs. I wince the sharpness nicking my skin like razor sharp needle points. Blood runs down my thumb and Theo stiffens, licks his lips, and closes his eyes. He tries to wait for me to pull away, but I don't. Instead, I brush my bleeding thumb across his lips, painting them crimson. Theo groans, licking his lip, body shuddering as he tastes my blood. I push my thumb onto his bottom lip until he parts it and brush it against his tongue. His eyes snap open, darkening, before his lips close and he sucks on it, his tongue gently twirling around it. His eyes glow brighter, never leaving mine. When he lets go, I find my thumb is completely fine. I stare at it before looking back at Theo. He leans forward, kissing me gently on the lips.

I'm more surprised at my own reaction. I don't feel any fear toward them. They still have me a little on edge, like when you're lining up for a crazy thrill ride and the butterflies are loose inside, but they don't scare me.

Theo smiles slowly at me, head tilting to the side. “You're over your fear.” I stare back into his mesmerizing eyes. Tobias pulls me back against him, nuzzling my neck, his hot breath tickling me, his stubble brushing my shoulder near his mark. Pleasure ripples through me.

“Why does it do that?” My voice comes out in a moan rather than a whisper.

“Why what?” whispers Tobias, but his eyes glitter. He kisses the mark again, making my eyes flutter. He has to know exactly what he is doing to me. But he wants me to say it out loud.

“Your bite mark.” I moan again, louder, his sucks softly on it, tongue teasing the center. “Why does it make me feel so good?” I pant, riding high from his soft touch. Can I come from just this?

He chuckles, dragging his tongue over it. “It’s a claiming mark, shows everyone you’re mine. Only Theo and I will be able to give you this reaction, make you feel this way,” he nibbles on the spot while I'm lost in the ecstasy of pleasure. I know what he is saying should alarm me, but it doesn't. It somehow feels right.

“Once Theo marks you, it will be even better. It'll be so intense you'll come for me no matter what else is going on,” he whispers, kissing just below my ear, licking the shell of it.

I shift away, reaching one hand up to brush my throat. “Marks me?” Does that mean he is going to bite me, too? I sit up, fighting to slow my heartbeat. Theo’s eyes move to mine, an intensity glittering in them that takes my breath. The fog creeps around me.

“I won’t hurt you, Imogen, and I won’t mark you until you say I can.” I stare wide-eyed before quickly nodding. The thought of being bitten scares me, being owned like some sort of property.

“I shouldn’t have marked you without permission, that’s not usually how it’s done,” Tobias comments, voice laced with guilt. He gets up and goes into the bathroom adjacent to the bedroom. “You want a shower?”

I nod before climbing off the bed and following. I'm still naked, but my nudity doesn't phase me anymore. They both have examined my intimate bits extremely thoroughly, so nothing really left to be shy about. “Where is the man and lady from yesterday?” I ask, or is it the day before? I passed out so many times lately I have no idea what day of the week it is anymore. But being lost in a haze-filled lust kind of makes nothing else matter.

“They went home, this is mine and Tobias’s place. Our parents don’t live with us,” Theo comments, coming up behind me and nuzzling the back of my neck. Wait, did he say their parents as if they are brothers? I stop. “You’re brothers?” I whip around, smacking Theo's eyes with my hair.

They look nothing alike, and they aren’t even the same species, creature. I don't know what to classify them without sounding rude.

“Not in the biological sense. We aren’t inbred, we'll explain later. For now, I want to get you all wet,” he whispers in my ear again, giving my lower back a push toward the showers.

Chapter Twelve

The bathroom was huge, all soft gray tile and black countertops with gold finishes. Tobias is already in the shower that can easily fit another three people and is fitted with multiple shower heads from various angles. Tobias peeked at me through his mop of wet hair and grabbed my wrist, pulling me under the stream of water. I chuckle when I smack into his chest, nearly slipping on the soap suds on the floor. Tobias holds me upright, steadying me. Theo steps in behind me and reaches for the loofah and shower gel that is sitting on the shower niche behind Tobias.

I slip out from between the two, moving to the second shower head and let the cooler water wet my hair before shampooing it, trying to untangle the knots that have formed. I stand under the water scrubbing and working on my mess when a pair of icy hands covered my breast, gently smoothing soap over them. I didn't even have to open my eyes to know Theo has joined me. ``I'm almost done," I scold.

"Not yet," Tobias growls behind me. His nude body presses against my back and his hands dipped to my hips, playing with their curves with his thumbs. He pulls me back flush against him under the water and rinse the soap from my hair, giving it a gentle scrub as he inhales my scent.

A different kind of growl comes from in front of me. A growl and a deep sniff. I shift so the water hits my shoulder so I can take a peek. Theo's eyes have turned a fierce green like the bottom of a lake.. His fangs are protruding and his eyes are glued to my body. "You said you wouldn't," I whisper. I’m not ready yet for the type of bite that will come from him, but I was once more prey to the man before me.

“I won’t, your scent is just stronger from the steam. You don’t need to worry,” he reassures, reaching for me. I step closer, willing to trust him. Theo's gentle nature is absent as he steps forward, grabbing me from Tobias, cupping my hips and forcing me to grab his shoulders for fear of falling. I wrap my legs around his waist. Theo's lips crash into mine, making me moan out before Tobias is at my back, pressing into me. Hot and cold, my new favorite sensation. Tobias kisses my shoulder. I reach back, burying my hands in his wet hair and pulling it, whimpering in need as he gently bites on my mark.

He groans at the taste of me. He licks and nips until I’m ready to throw both of them on the floor and ride then until I collapse. His hands run over my ass, and down my thighs that are still securely attached around Theo.

Theo's erection presses against me. I wriggled down, trying to capture his tip and get some real fun going on. But Theo catches onto my game. He loosens his grip, sliding down slightly. Enough for his cock to part my lips and for it to just brush my starving pussy, but the asshole refused to give me satisfaction. Instead, he continues his slow tease, his eyes watching my every tormented reaction

“You want this?” he asked, thrusting upward hard but still merely toying with me. Tobias's heat distracts me. His warm body heats my back and I lean against him, letting my head roll onto his shoulder. I snake an arm around his neck, leaning back, giving him better access to my body.