“It’s lovely,” I answered letting out a sigh.
“Kimber, I’m so sorry,” Roran said.
“For what?” The hot water started to unknot me.
“For not sparing you this mess,” Rilen said.
I passed my gaze between the two of them. “You had no way of knowing it was Elex. No one did. I was too na?ve to realize what he was doing.”
“He was a fool for not…” Roran cleared his throat.
I peered at him. “For not what?”
“For not worshiping every inch of your beautiful body,” Rilen said.
I felt a rush of blood to my cheeks, and it wasn’t from the hot water. I was really sitting in a tub, naked, between these two perfect specimens.
“Will you let us?” Roran’s finger caressed the inside of my wrist with his thumb.
Gods, who knew that was so sensitive?
“Let you what?”
Rilen nipped at the pad of my thumb. “Worship you.”
“Wait…”
It finally slammed into my poor tired brain.
They wanted to grant me power. They wanted to bed me. They wanted me.
At the same time.
“Aren’t you mated to Master Dorian?”
“Yes,” they chorused.
“So…”
They passed a look to each other and then back to me.
Roran answer, “Ilati, do you think you are here without permission? Dorian was keen to get you here as well. He meant it when he said he would kill to get into your pussy.”
It was too much. Master Dorian wanted me in his bed with his mates. I couldn’t understand this. My mind was so tired from the past weeks. I didn’t want to think anymore.
Rilen’s hand was on my cheek. “Stop thinking, Kimber. You’re tired. You’re a strong woman, but you’re tired. Let us take care of you.”
I closed my eyes and inhaled the scented water. Roses again. My breath released slowly, and I opened my eyes. Their chocolate-and-ice gazes were fixed on my face, and they held nothing more than my hands.
They would hold nothing but my hands without my express permission.
My body screamed at me. It wanted this.
I wanted them.
Gods above and below, I even wanted Master Dorian.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Oh, ilati… thank you,” Roran whispered and brushed a kiss on my cheek.
Rilen passed a cloth to his twin while dunking his own in the water. As Roran soaked his, Rilen poured some liquid soap on the cloth, and then passed that to Roran.
At the same time, the brothers started at the same place on each arm, brushing the cloth over my skin, lathering my arms. Each finger was washed, then every bit of skin on the way up, passing my elbow and right around up to my shoulder.
Roran’s careful hand wrapped around the front of my chest as Rilen’s went behind. Carefully washing all of my back and front, and then switching and washing me again, the twins seemed entranced by skin, by moving the cloth over me.
The most amazing massage I’d ever had, they passed back and forth over my chest and back, never touching my breasts until finally…
Rilen soaped one breast while Roran took charge of the other.
Lightning shot through me and straight to my sex. Not that I wasn’t already craving them—this just heightened everything—my pulse, my desire, my lust.
The cloth dragged slowly over my nipple, and I let out a soft moan. The touch was light, but the sensation was like fireworks. For a long few minutes, each brother carefully soaped and rinsed my breast, teasing the beaded peak with finger and cloth and soap.
I wasn’t sure why the water wasn’t boiling.
I leaned back and let them do whatever the hell they wanted. It took me a moment to realize they were moving on, and I felt strangely bereft when they did.
But only until one of their hands found my inner thigh.
Lazy circles drawn over my heated flesh, my breath hitched. The other hand joined in on the other thigh, and it sent pure, heated desire coursing through me.
Torture.
But Roran and Rilen Wolf hadn’t even started to show me what sweet, tortured desire was.
The cloth forgotten, a finger moved over my clit.
I gasped, arching back, thrusting my breasts out of the water.
Another finger followed, and another, and another.
Soft, then hard. Quick, then slow.
So many fingers…
My body could hardly process all the sensations.
Someone slipped two fingers inside of me, and I trembled from head to toe. Two more fingers held me open, and two others stroked my clit.
I truly felt like I had died—and then the orgasm I hadn’t noticed building burst. I arched in the water. My channel fluttered and pulled and sucked on the fingers inside, and I couldn’t breathe.
“Oh, gods!” My hoarse, throaty cry rang through the room.
The hands and fingers stayed with me, riding out the consuming pleasure they had given me.
The twins waited for me to start breathing again, to settle down into the water. Once I lay in the tub like a spineless jellyfish, the two of them finished performing my ablutions with their cloths.
Their attention to my legs and feet was beyond commendable. It felt very much like they knew I needed to collect myself.
I held up a sex-weakened hand in front of me, and I could feel the power returning. I giggled at how weak I felt.
Rilen pulled the plug of the tub, and it began draining. Once the tub was half empty, Roran turned on the taps.
Had I been more cognizant at that point, I would have marveled at the indoor faucets. Such things were still new.
But my body just didn’t give a damn what my mind wanted to do. It kept circling back to the twins and the spiraling heights they had just taken me.
Rilen had his cloth again, using it and the flowing water to rinse the soap from my body. Roran used it to wet and wash my hair.
All too soon, they were finished, and I sat in a mostly empty tub.
The twins flanked me again, offering a hand each.
Still mostly boneless from their ministrations, I grabbed hold, and they lifted me up so I could stand and step out.
While Rilen steadied me, Roran dried me off with a warm, thick towel. He took great pleasure in finding and chasing all the water droplets on my skin.
A moment later, he offered his brother another towel. Rilen rubbed my hair dry, patting and caressing the damp strands.
He was enjoying his job.
I was enjoying his job.
Roran took extra care to dry my breasts. He cradled them in his hands and brushed the still-sensitive tips.
His mouth took my nipple—and me—by surprise.
“Oh!”
Looking down, Roran had pulled the peak—in fact, the entire tip of my breast—into his mouth. He sucked it softly, and his tongue circled the hard pearl.
Gods, it felt so good. My eyes rolled back in my head.
“Brother, come now. Couldn’t you wait two minutes until we had her dried properly?”
My breast popped out of Roran’s mouth. “No, brother. She tastes too good.”
“Then you may carry our prize to the bed, and I will get first taste of her honey for your impatience.” Rilen’s words tickled my skin.
Another part of me didn’t want to be called a prize, but the part that wanted their hands and lips all over my skin shut it down.
If I was a prize, I was glad to be won by these two.
Roran swept me off my feet and cradled me against him, walking from the bath to the bedroom.
The bed in Master Dorian’s room was massive. Bigger than any I had ever seen. Twelve people could sleep in it, and they wouldn’t be uncomfortable. It was covered in gorgeous black and red velvet with gold brocade tracing the patterns. There were probably fifty or more pillows.
Rilen pulled the cover down, using his magic to pull it all down evenly. Cream satin sheets glimmered in the low light, and Roran placed me in the middle of the nest Rilen had created.
The twin brothers stepped back a moment. Their mismatched eyes traced the contours of every curve and dip and line in my body.
Roran smiled. “Mm, brother, a feast for the senses.”
Rilen cocked his head and moved toward the bed. “We’ve waited so long to have you here, ilati.”