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reached for her and brought her to her knees. Then he pulled her top off, baring her breasts.
“Both, right?” she asked as she watched Keir climb onto the bed behind her.
“If you can handle us both,” Rhys said with a grin. He reached for his cock, stroking it in his hand, as Keir cupped her breasts from behind, shoved them together, and offered them up to him.
Rhys licked the mounds, wetting them for his cock, which he wanted to slide between them. He normally kissed and touched, preparing the woman and easing their way into the threesome, but this one was ready for it. Her gaze was hungry. He could feel the stinging of his back from where her nails had dug into his skin.
Keir tugged at her nipples as Rhys licked. Then Keir pinched them, and Rhys sucked on them. She moaned, then slid her hand down the front of her skirt, playing with herself as Keir parted her breasts and Rhys slid his cock between them.
She watched, Keir’s hands on her breasts, Rhys’ cock pumping between them. Keir circled his finger around the wet slit of Rhys’ cock, then brought it to her mouth. She sucked his finger in deep, then licked the drop of pre-cum from his finger.
There was no way in hell that she’d never done this before. Keir looked at him with amusement, then took his cock in hand and rubbed her hip with it.
She moaned and bent sideways, trying to see Keir masturbating. Her mouth bumped Rhys’ cock, and she bent forward, taking him in her mouth and sliding deep.
With a groan, he closed his eyes, allowing himself to feel and allowing Keir to feed.
“Fuck,” Keir moaned as he pumped harder. One hand gripped her breast, then squeezed, conveying the thought that he liked what he saw, but Rhys knew it was him, his feelings that made Keir groan in satisfaction.
Holding her over his cock, Rhys slowed her down and met Keir’s gaze over her back. She was moaning and writhing as Keir lifted her skirt and brushed his cock along her ass. She was still fingering her pussy. Then he ripped the skirt from her and tossed it aside. No panties; no bra—she was just a woman eager for two men. Her mouth was sucking him, and her hand was stroking Keir as he fondled her breasts.
Closing his eyes, Rhys tried to think of her. She was beautiful and experienced. She knew how to suck him; how to stroke Keir’s cock as she worked his with her mouth. It was every guy’s dream, but he wanted more. That empty place in his chest yawned deeper, and he tried to forget about it, to think of something else, but then the image of his dream woman came to him, and the hole in his chest got bigger and darker.
Keir sensed Rhys pulling away. He knew why. He was thinking of his dream woman. His emotions got murky, his excitement waned, and Keir felt frantic. He wasn’t done feeding. He needed more.
“ Don’t think of her ,” he mentally murmured to the mortal. “Just as I won’t think of Rowan.”
The woman fell back onto the bed, her thighs spread, waiting for them to come to her. They both crawled to her, and Keir bent to suckle her breasts while parting her sex with his fingers, inviting Rhys to pet her.
Their fingers touched. The electric charge slammed through him. Only when he fed did they feel it. It was arousing, binding, and Rhys brushed against him again, just to feel the connection once more.
Keir’s cock was hard and aching, and the woman was reaching down for Rhys’ hand. Then, she was placing Rhys’ fingers around Keir’s cock.
The woman’s excitement vibrated around the room as Rhys stroked him. When Keir reached for him, then wrapped his hand around Rhys’ neck, bringing him closer to him, she purred and rubbed her thighs together. When he grabbed Rhys’ cock and began stroking him, she cried out and touched herself.
She watched, her eyes wide, her fingers stroking her cunt as Keir and Rhys touched each other. The arousal ramped up, and Keir felt his hunger abate—he also felt the empty spot inside him begin to fill
“Both, right?” she asked as she watched Keir climb onto the bed behind her.
“If you can handle us both,” Rhys said with a grin. He reached for his cock, stroking it in his hand, as Keir cupped her breasts from behind, shoved them together, and offered them up to him.
Rhys licked the mounds, wetting them for his cock, which he wanted to slide between them. He normally kissed and touched, preparing the woman and easing their way into the threesome, but this one was ready for it. Her gaze was hungry. He could feel the stinging of his back from where her nails had dug into his skin.
Keir tugged at her nipples as Rhys licked. Then Keir pinched them, and Rhys sucked on them. She moaned, then slid her hand down the front of her skirt, playing with herself as Keir parted her breasts and Rhys slid his cock between them.
She watched, Keir’s hands on her breasts, Rhys’ cock pumping between them. Keir circled his finger around the wet slit of Rhys’ cock, then brought it to her mouth. She sucked his finger in deep, then licked the drop of pre-cum from his finger.
There was no way in hell that she’d never done this before. Keir looked at him with amusement, then took his cock in hand and rubbed her hip with it.
She moaned and bent sideways, trying to see Keir masturbating. Her mouth bumped Rhys’ cock, and she bent forward, taking him in her mouth and sliding deep.
With a groan, he closed his eyes, allowing himself to feel and allowing Keir to feed.
“Fuck,” Keir moaned as he pumped harder. One hand gripped her breast, then squeezed, conveying the thought that he liked what he saw, but Rhys knew it was him, his feelings that made Keir groan in satisfaction.
Holding her over his cock, Rhys slowed her down and met Keir’s gaze over her back. She was moaning and writhing as Keir lifted her skirt and brushed his cock along her ass. She was still fingering her pussy. Then he ripped the skirt from her and tossed it aside. No panties; no bra—she was just a woman eager for two men. Her mouth was sucking him, and her hand was stroking Keir as he fondled her breasts.
Closing his eyes, Rhys tried to think of her. She was beautiful and experienced. She knew how to suck him; how to stroke Keir’s cock as she worked his with her mouth. It was every guy’s dream, but he wanted more. That empty place in his chest yawned deeper, and he tried to forget about it, to think of something else, but then the image of his dream woman came to him, and the hole in his chest got bigger and darker.
Keir sensed Rhys pulling away. He knew why. He was thinking of his dream woman. His emotions got murky, his excitement waned, and Keir felt frantic. He wasn’t done feeding. He needed more.
“ Don’t think of her ,” he mentally murmured to the mortal. “Just as I won’t think of Rowan.”
The woman fell back onto the bed, her thighs spread, waiting for them to come to her. They both crawled to her, and Keir bent to suckle her breasts while parting her sex with his fingers, inviting Rhys to pet her.
Their fingers touched. The electric charge slammed through him. Only when he fed did they feel it. It was arousing, binding, and Rhys brushed against him again, just to feel the connection once more.
Keir’s cock was hard and aching, and the woman was reaching down for Rhys’ hand. Then, she was placing Rhys’ fingers around Keir’s cock.
The woman’s excitement vibrated around the room as Rhys stroked him. When Keir reached for him, then wrapped his hand around Rhys’ neck, bringing him closer to him, she purred and rubbed her thighs together. When he grabbed Rhys’ cock and began stroking him, she cried out and touched herself.
She watched, her eyes wide, her fingers stroking her cunt as Keir and Rhys touched each other. The arousal ramped up, and Keir felt his hunger abate—he also felt the empty spot inside him begin to fill
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