Page 27 of Knot My Boss

The way the two of them are looking at me makes me want to cover up the soft bits of my body. My insecurities are coming to life.

“You are stunning,” Brady growls as Tavan hums his agreement.

Tavan continues to lick, kiss, and nibble on my neck, drifting down to my chest while Brady starts at my ankles, slowly kissing his way up my legs to my core. When Brady reaches my center he licks from the bottom up, sucking my clit hard. My back bows off the bed, causing Tavan to wrap an arm around my waist, holding me in place.

“Shhh, easy now. Let us take care of you,” Tavan whispers.

They work together like a well-oiled machine, making me wonder how many times they have done this together in the past. How many other women have they shared? I must tense up or do something as they both stop and look down at me.

“What’s the matter, love?” Brady asks, using the same moniker Tavan used downstairs.

I bite my lower lip, afraid to voice what is going on in my head.

“This isn’t going to work if you don’t talk to us,” Tavan says in a serious tone.

Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, my eyes ping-pong between the pair. “I was wondering how many other women you have shared. The two of you are working my body so well together…” My voice trails off as Tavan smirks, and a smile spreads across Brady’s beautiful face.

“We haven’t,” Brady says, shrugging.

“You are our mate,” Tavan says, stating the obvious. “We can sense what you like and don’t like. I know that I like you feeling jealous.” He elicits a dirty look in his direction.

Brady uses action instead of speaking, sliding two fingers into my core while using his thumb to rub my clit. Tavan can’t be outdone, leaning forward and taking a nipple into his mouth. His fangs puncture my flesh, triggering an orgasm as I call out in pleasure.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Brady boasts.

Our heavy breathing sets the backdrop to the squelching of his fingers sliding in and out of my body. My wetness runs down the inside of my thighs while Brady changes positions with Tavan. He pinches my nipples and sucks on my neck as Tavan settles himself between my legs.

“Are you ready, love?” Tavan says, his voice a lower octave than usual. His eyes are completely red, not a trace of the standard blue they are.

“Yeah,” I rasp.

Without warning, Tavan thrusts into me, and I call out at the sudden intrusion. A groan of pleasure escapes Tavan’s throat as his hips begin to move. Brady continues to play with my nipples, alternating between them. It’s becoming difficult to differentiate between the two men as they blur into one.

Tavan is long and thick, and as he hammers away at my body, I can feel another orgasm quickly approaching.

“Are you going to come?” Brady rasps. “Will you squeeze tightly on Tavan’s cock, milking it and forcing him to come as well?”

Damn, the dirty talk is doing something to me.

Tavan leans forward, his chest brushing against the stiff peaks of my nipples with each thrust of his hips. Nibbling on my neck, his fangs scrape against my skin just short of being painful. An uncontrollable urge washes over me, and I feel compelled to do the same to him. Tavan’s rhythm is becoming ragged and more urgent. Without warning, his fangs pierce my flesh, and I bite him as well.

The coppery tang of blood fills my mouth, and I let out a groan right as my orgasm peaks: Tavan’s hips stutter, his movements slowing before he stills altogether. I release my jaw as embarrassment fills me.

“Look at me,” Brady orders, something in his tone leaves no room for argument.

Turning my head to face him, his eyes widen at whatever he sees.

“Holy shit!” he says breathily.

“What?” I ask in a panic-laden voice.

“Do you have your birth certificate and adoption papers with you?” Brady asks cryptically as Tavan pulls away from my body.

“Yeah,” I answer, drawing out the word.

“Good,” Brady says before assuming his spot between my legs. He fills me in one thrust, the combination of Tavan’s release and my own making it easy to slide inside me. Setting a punishing pace, it takes no time at all for another orgasm to start.

Brady leans forward, like Tavan did, this time on the other side of my neck. As he nibbles his way to where my neck and shoulder meet, the compulsion to do the same on him overwhelms me.

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