“Her breasts are very sensitive,” he murmured, and Christina realized he spoke to Teslar. “Run your teeth over them…but gently. Very gently. Yes,” he added gruffly as Teslar ran his extended fangs over the upper swell of her left breast and she whimpered in pleasure. “Do you like that?”
“God, yes,” she moaned, thrashing her head against his chest as Teslar awakened her nerve endings and a path of molten heat zipped directly to her womb.
Both males’ throats vibrated in a soft, yet feral growl when Teslar enclosed a tip in his hot mouth and suckled.
“Let her lie on her back on the floor,” Saint said.
Christina knelt at his urging. Her cheeks were flushed and she already panted from arousal. It felt surreal, what was occurring. And yet…on some deep level of her consciousness, it all made perfect sense as well.
She wondered if she could survive the cataclysm of bliss that was sure to follow. Would her body be able to survive the wild fires of transformation, contain the birth of a soul?
The desire that pulsed in her was only amplified when she lay on her back on the soft carpet, watching as both males began to shed their clothing, their eyes glued to her all the while.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Both of them paused when they wore nothing but the straps that sheathed their heartlusters. She stared, made mute by the sight of their identical, erect phalluses and firm testicles surrounded by leather.
Their bodies were identical—a long length of sinew and defined muscle gloved in golden-hued skin. The only difference Christina could see was that Teslar had an old scar on his left pectoral muscle, likely the remnant of a long-ago failed attempt by Saint to kill his clone by stabbing his heart.
They removed their weapons as one.
They knelt next to her, two golden gods with fire-lit blue eyes. They bent. She cried out and stared up at the wood-reinforced ceiling of the tunnel, seeing nothing…blinded by ecstasy as each of them worshiped a breast with teeth, tongue, and hot, suctioning mouths. Her pleasure built until it frothed and bubbled just beneath the boiling point.
“Run your hands through Teslar’s hair,” Saint commanded in her mind.
She complied without thought, glorying in the texture of Teslar’s thick, soft mane sliding through her fingers. Teslar lifted his head and winced in pleasure, as though she stroked a sex organ and not his hair.
“You have conquered me, Christina,” Teslar growled.
Saint released her nipple from his mouth with a soft popping sound. He sunk his teeth between her neck and shoulder. She shuddered in an agony of bliss, her fists clenched tight in Teslar’s glorious mane.
After a pleasure-infused minute, she blinked open her eyes when she felt strong hands shifting her. She was positioned on her hands and knees, although it was Saint’s and Teslar’s hold that kept her in place, not her will. Her muscles were still slack from her thunderous orgasm.
“Hold yourself up, Stina,” Saint ordered, his voice thick with arousal. She focused her eyes and saw that he lay beneath her, his hands supporting her shoulders. She realized that Teslar knelt behind, holding her waist.
Once she’d steadied herself, Teslar deftly removed her shorts and underwear.
Saint leaned up and Teslar lowered. They began a sensual exploration of her body, charting every inch of her skin with their hands and mouth—Saint pleasuring the front of her, Teslar the back. After a few minutes of this sensual torture, she could no longer hold herself in place. Her body began to sag as blissful sensations pounded into her flesh and mind. She swam in a delicious haze of sharp teeth, soothing, warm tongues, strong, shaping lips, and skilled fingertips.
“Oh, please. Please,” she begged mindlessly.
Saint lay on his back and grabbed her, one hand on her head holding back her hair and the other on her shoulder. He pulled her down to him.
“Teslar,” he said gruffly before he closed his mouth over her parted lips.
The single word must have been a permission of sorts, because Teslar moved abruptly from where he’d been tonguing and gently biting a buttock. He licked along the sensitive inner skin of her right thigh, making her tremble in Saint’s hold. She knew her thighs were damp with her arousal. She’d felt her juices wetting her skin while the two males made her body a conduit for pure pleasure.
Her eyes sprang wide when she felt Teslar’s tongue swipe across her labia.
He spread her buttocks with his hands, pausing to lift her hips slightly, fully exposing her sex to the cool air of the chamber. She cried into Saint’s hot mouth when Teslar slid his stiffened tongue between her labia, laving her clit in a hard, precise caress.
He ate her so lustily, so thoroughly, that Christina was left in little doubt of how much he relished the experience. Sensation overwhelmed her. She struggled in Saint’s hold, but he held her fast, forcing her to accept their kisses as they branded her both at mouth and sex.
She climaxed not once, but twice, in shockingly rapid succession. When the shivers of ecstasy eased in her flesh, they broke their kisses at once.
“She is worth it,” Teslar muttered from behind her. “She runs like nectar down my throat.”
“Lower her down on me,” Saint rasped.