Page 5 of Monsters in My Bed
How would they feel stroking somewhere else?
Above me, a soft rumble vibrates from the twins, and I realize they’re purring like happy, little kittens. Or maybe that’s me purring. I’m in a state of bliss, my body melting into theirs. Every knead of Osz’ knuckles sends a fissure of awareness straight to my core. My mates aren’t even doing anything naughty, but my body can’t tell the difference.
“Relax.” Of course, the second Viz grunts this, my muscles tense.
“I am relaxed!”
“You don’t smell relaxed.”
I twist my head even further to the left to peer up into Vizruk’s bright magenta eyes. “What doesthatmean?”How the heck did someone smell relaxed, or unrelaxed, for that matter?
“It means we can smell your arousal,” Osz growls.
Crap. I forgot about their creepy ability to scent my emotions, especially the baser ones. “Can you blame me?”
Viz chuckles. “No. It’s pretty obvious we feel the same, but we don’t want to pressure you.”
“You two are the best. I know I was apprehensive before, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want you to touch me.”
“We are touching you,” Osz teases.
“Ugh! You know what I mean!”
“Tell us.” The pink flame in Vizruk’s gaze intensifies as he waits for me to answer him.
I swallow, my throat bobbing up and down. When I try to speak, my tongue glues to the roof of my mouth. “Um…”
“Tell us,” Osz repeats in dulcet tones, as if he’s asking me to talk about something as innocuous as the weather and not the needy inferno raging inside of me.
Sucking my bottom lip between my teeth, I bite down before taking a deep breath. “I want you to touch me between my legs.”
“Oh, here.” Osz snakes a hand between the middle of my thighs, several inches from where he knows I meant.
“Smart alec,” I grumble, and he grins before shifting closer toward my wet warmth, his long fingers just barely brushing my sex. “Please!” My voice lifts into a needy whine.
“Let’s play a game.”
I raise a brow at Vizruk’s suggestion. “What kind of game?”
“You tell us what you want us to do, and we do it—but you better be explicit. Sometimes our English isn’t that great, and we can misinterpret something.”
Misinterpret, my ass.
“Fine. Osz, please rub my pussy like you did my back.”
My monstrous mates’ faces light up with wicked glee with my naughty request as my violet-eyed beast sets to work doing as I asked—except his fingers never dipinsideof me, like I truly want.Because I didn’t say that.I scowl up at them, while they gaze back down at me innocently. These two are turning out to be just as mischievous as Nerazi, and I shudder.
Just what I don’t need in my life—three troublemakers.
“Something wrong?”
I resist the urge to stick my tongue out at Osz as my own wicked desires bubble over into frustration. “Inside of me—fuck my pussy with your fingers inside of me!”
Osz blinks at my crass harshness, but instantly complies to my delight. He strokes me with exacting firmness, curling his digits to skim at the secret spot inside of me. A gasp bursts from my clenched lips as pleasure ripples and builds deep within me. My eyelids flutter shut, and I’m so close to coming—until he stops.
“Hey!”
“What’s wrong?” Vizruk murmurs in false concern. “Is my brother not doing as you asked?”
