Strong arms encircle my waist. Remi’s lips peppering kisses along my neck. “There’s something about storms,” he groans, grinding his cock against my ass cheeks. Hands roaming, lips tasting.
“Does everything turn you on?” Noah snorts, coming into the room, his domineering energy reaching us before he waltzes over, pulling the doors closed. “Please move away from the storm unless you want to get struck by lightning.”
Gripping my jaw with his forefinger and thumb, he drops a kiss to my lips, claiming, demanding. “Mmm, you taste good,” he growls before he begins tugging at his tie.
The space feels too far, his shadow climbing the walls, the dim lights creating an ambiance as he strips. A warm pulse throbs through me, peaking my nipples. No matter how many times I take them into my body, I can never get enough. Illicit images of my nails scraping down Noah’s back while he fucks me like an animal dampens my thighs.
“Do you know how rare that is?” Remi scoffs suddenly. “Getting struck by lightning?”
“Do you?” Noah retorts, unbuttoning the final button on his shirt and chucking it off. Toned muscle ripples when he moves, that V a treasure map to his thick cock.
“What’s that saying?” Remi ponders.
“You never get struck twice,” Noah answers for him, knowing his twin better than he knows himself.
“That’s right.”
“I don’t know,” I muse. “I did.” I look between them, warmth filling me to the brim. Can they see I’m vibrating with need for them?
“I feel your eyes on me, woman.” Noah smirks possessively, fierce from across the room where he’s toed off his shoes and removed his socks.
“She’s hungry,” Remi growls in my ear, nipping at the lobe. Ravenous.
I tug the oversized shirt from my body. Remi had put it on me this afternoon after he tore through mine and fucked me on the kitchen countertop.
“I think someone missed me.” Noah stalks me, his shirt gone, belt hanging loose. He’s the definition of raw sexuality. The air shifts, shuddering in awe of the wolf.
Towering over me, his chest rumbles with a needy growl, awakening every fiber of my being, my blood pulsating in my veins, heating, rushing to places I need to feel him.
Leaning into me, he captures my lips, his kiss delicate, deliberately teasing before it grows with intensity, biting, claiming.
Fingertips bite into the flesh of my throat, stealing my air, my sanity. I almost lose the will to stand when he drags his tongue across my lips, jaw, licking a path down my chest, sucking a hard nipple into his mouth. “Noah,” I moan as he grazes his teeth across the sensitive bud, lips moving to trace the path down my navel, getting to his knees before me.
He was an intimidating man, even when at my command, my pleasure. But god, did I crave him like a wolf craves the moon.
Inhaling my skin, tasting every inch of me, he flicks his gaze up, pupils dilating as he buries his face in my pussy.
Hooking my thigh over his shoulder, he feasts on me, devouring, taking what’s his. My hands rake through his hair to find stability. Lashings of pleasure course through me.
Remi’s naked body closes in behind me, his hands wrapping around my body, squeezing my tits, thumb teasing the nipple. His bulging, firm cock slaps against my lower back after relieving himself of his clothes, skin to skin. Sensations explode all around us. Lips sucking at my neck, biting. Noah circles my clit, fluttering his tongue, tightening my core. Long fingers slip past the folds into my wet hole, still swollen from Remi’s fucking earlier. Senses overwhelm as thunder booms around us, the rain hammering against the glass angrily.
Grinding my hips, I fuck Noah’s face and fingers until my walls clench, trapping him inside, my release tearing through my body, soaking his face, almost buckling my knees.
Scooping me up, Remi takes me to our bed and lowers onto his back, maneuvering me on top of him so I’m straddling his hips.
Gripping his hard shaft in my hand, I stroke him. “Fuck,” he hisses, gritting his teeth. Lining us up, I gasp, slipping down his thick length, his piercing caressing the bundle of nerves at a crooked angle inside my walls.
Ridding himself of his slacks, Noah joins us, the bed dipping behind me as he climbs between his brother’s legs. Stroking a palm up my spine and down my ass cheeks, a fire burns across the skin when he smacks his palm there.
Curling around me, his hand clasps my throat then jaw. Parting my lips, he probes his fingers inside my mouth, “Wet them for me, little Freya, so I can fuck your ass with them.”
His fingers, damp with my saliva, breach the ringed muscle of my ass. “Tell me if it hurts,” he says, his voice gruff.
“Will you stop?” I ask hoarsely, sliding my hips over Remi’s cock.