Now I had them both.
In reality.
Naked.
And I couldn’t see either of them. Or touch them.
I must have growled again, because Zeph tsked. “None of that, Aflora. We let you come once—without my permission, mind you—so now we’ll play a game.”
I bit my lip, recalling all the times he’d demanded I ask for permission to orgasm. He had to be in control at all times, his dominance written into everything he did. And I’d broken one of his rules.
Which meant he intended to punish me for it, probably by denying more orgasms—another of his favorite activities. Or so I assumed, given everything he’d done to me over the last week.
“I’m sorry, Zeph. I forgot,” I admitted.
He leaned in and pressed his mouth to mine in a tender kiss. “You’re forgiven, pixie flower,” he whispered, nuzzling my nose. “I loved watching you come in your dreams, but this…” He ground himself against my hip, then palmed my breast and gave it a sensual squeeze. “Mmm, this was so much sweeter and real.”
His mouth captured mine, forcing me to taste my own arousal from his tongue. I moaned, my grip on the headboard tightening as I fought the urge to rip free from the lacy bondage around my wrists. His knots were loose—something I suspected was done for my benefit—but I didn’t want to displease him by pulling away from the bonds too soon.
Something about Zeph made me want to obey him.
And so I did, kissing him as he kissed me and allowing him to guide me into the intimacy he craved.
However, I couldn’t stop the sound of protest that left my lips as he pulled away, his mouth my new favorite addiction. He chuckled in response, his teeth nipping my chin. “Don’t worry, pixie flower. I enjoy kissing you, too. But you need to answer a few questions for us first.”
“Okay,” I agreed, my cheeks warming.
Kols leaned in to kiss my neck, his lips finding my pulse as he hummed his approval against my skin. “I hope you answer correctly, sweetheart.”
“Who kissed you first tonight?” Zeph asked, beginning the game.
“You,” I answered without hesitation.
“Good girl,” he replied, leaning down to take my mouth again, this time as a reward.
Kols continued to lick a path up and down my neck while Zeph possessed me with his tongue, the combined intensity forcing me to squeeze my legs together in search of necessary friction.
“Whose fingers slid inside you first, princess?” Kols asked against my ear. “Were they mine? Or did they belong to Zeph?”
I swallowed, this one not as clear. But I felt pretty sure it was Kols. “Yours,” I said. “You touched my ankle and slid up my leg and beneath my skirt, then Zeph kissed me.”
He pressed his palm to my stomach before gliding down to repeat the action beneath my skirt, his two fingers sliding into me with ease to scissor once more, confirming I was right because it felt the same. “Who sucked your clit?” he asked. “Me or Zeph?”
“Zeph,” I whispered, recalling the way his stubble felt against my flesh.
“And who brought you to orgasm?” Zeph asked, his lips still hovering over mine.
“Both of you,” I replied on a moan as Kols hooked his fingers to stroke a spot inside me that caused stars to blink behind my eyes.
“You’re amazing at this game,” Zeph praised, his lips sliding to my ear. “Now we’re going to feed you our cocks, and you’re going to guess which one of us is inside you based on taste alone.”
Kols removed his touch from below and brought his hand to my mouth. “Suck,” he instructed, dipping his fingers into my mouth.
The wantonness of tasting myself on his skin had me groaning in approval, my heart hammering inside my chest. Then they were moving again, rearranging themselves on the bed and pulling my wrists free of the restraints.
I allowed them to guide me to where they wanted me, aware of who held me based on their scents alone. First, Kols guided me up onto my knees. Then Zeph twisted me around and urged me to bend forward until my palms met the mattress.
Neither male released me until they were sure I was steady, their palms tracking over every inch of me and lighting my skin on fire along the way. They shifted again, one of them moving behind me while the other positioned himself at my head. I recognized Kols’s spicy scent as he nudged my chin upward to the angle he preferred.