"Um," she blushes, turning to look at him, wanting his permission and his input. She doesn't seem to mind Ethan touching her until she realized he's not him. Perhaps if he learns to share, if he allows his brother there, he could learn to share her, let her outside and have more freedom in her life.
"Well
, I suppose the ball is in your court, Darius," Ethan says. "Do you want to mate with her or not?"
Of course he does. He just doesn't want to share. He's about to tell him so when she twists her head and looks around at him, looking so hopeful that he couldn't bare to deny her anything. He resists the urge to snarl and claw at his brother. "Are you sure?" he asks, keeping his voice soft. "There's no need to rush into things. You can-" He can't even make himself finish the suggestion that she can take someone else as her mate. Someone who's not obsessed with her and sees nothing wrong with keeping her locked up.
She squirms and he's reminded of his hard cock pressing between her naked ass. "Yes, Master Darius," she murmurs, soft and ever so sweet.
Chapter Eight: Kisses
Ethan grins. It's almost too easy to manipulate them. "Come on, darling. Give me a kiss," he says, ignoring the way Darius is growling lowly at him to back off.
He smells anxiety on her when he kisses her, keeping it soft and gentle, licking the seam between her lips until she shyly opens up for him and then licking deeper inside. He doesn't go much further than that though, turning her jaw and angling her head to Darius can kiss her too.
She squirms and moans, her anxiousness melting away when she's kissing her Master Darius. He smirks at the way his brother's rumbling growls melt into purrs, arms circling around her to pull her closer. His dick is throbbing in his boxers, jabbing into her belly when Darius kisses her.
When they pull apart, they both look a little shell-shocked. It's almost nauseatingly sweet. He supposes he's responsible for them taking the next step too. After all, if it weren't for him, they would probably still be circling around one another, both too uncertain and shy to do anything.
"Let's take this to the bedroom, shall we?" he suggests, keeping his gaze on her. Her tongue darts out to dampen her bottom lip.
"Okay," she says softly.
Darius lifts her up and carries her into the bedroom. The mattress dips as they both sink into it and he hears the shift in her breathing, nervousness and uncertainty making the sweet virgin whimper. Ethan leans from where he's standing by the bed and draws her into a kiss, more forcefully this time, gripping the back of her head to take away her option of pulling away. His other hand moves between her legs and swipes up her pussy lips, stopping at her engorged clit. She jerks and gives a high-pitched whimper that sounds like music to his ears.
"Master-" she whimpers, and then realizes her mistake and frowns. "Ethan?"
He leans in and licks up her cheek, turning his face to tug her earlobe with his teeth. A full-body shudder goes through her. "I want you, pet," he says.
"Oh," she whimpers and he slides a finger into her tight heat. She undulates her hips. "Oh- oh-" she gasps.
It's lovely. He doesn't know how his brother managed to keep his hands to himself for so long. Maybe it has to do with her age, her innocence. Maybe his brother's a saint. Maybe Darius doesn't know how to fuck. He smirks and lets out a low groan when she reaches for him blindly, palms pressing against his chest. He knows he wouldn't have that kind of self control.
"Do you know how to suck cock, darling?" Ethan asks.
Her eyes widen and Darius looks like he's prepared to rip him apart with his claws for being so crude. "I um- I don't- I can learn," she whispers.
"That's the spirit," he says, ignoring Darius as he tugs his cock free.
She hesitates only for a second, smart little kitty, and then she's on her hands and feet, fluffy tail lifting up and swaying prettily as she eyes his cock, like she's considering pouncing on it. She licks her lips and tilts her head from side to side, blinking at his cock like she had never seen one up close before. And then her mouth circles around his cock, tentative and unskilled, but lovely all the same. Her cat ears are perked up and he can't help but reach for it, rubbing the soft, so soft tip.
"That's it, pet," he grins. "That's perfect," he groans, loving the warmth surrounding his hard dick, the soft suction of her mouth and the curious swipes of her tongue. He juts his pelvis forward and she chokes on his cock for a second before Darius snarls for him to be gentler so he rolls his eyes and pulls back, letting her catch her breath. She doesn't seem too upset about choking on his cock.
He combs his fingers over her hair again and again, rubbing her ears a little before shifting his attention to the way her lips are closed over his cock, wet heat surrounding his length.
Chapter Nine: Knot
Aria licks the cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head and then licking down the sides. Wet precum beads at the tip and she tastes the explosion of salt on her tongue with a soft moan that makes the werewolf stutter and groan. She can smell potent arousal from both men, their grips on her body tight, but not so firm that she can't shimmy out from between them if she wants to. Not that she wants to do that, of course.
She loves her Master Darius and he's touching her now, his hand on her soft to the point of reverence, like he can't quite trust himself to hold onto her.
She wonders what he sees when he looks at her.
Ethan rubs her ears at the base and she keens. It feels good when he does that.
"Like that, darling?" he asks and she peers up at him through her long lashes, smiling a little bit when he does that again.
She hadn't liked Ethan at first. He tricked her and pretend to be Master Darius. His touch is kind now, though. His palm is warm on her cheek and he knows where to rub her ears to make her feel good.