A low moan escaped from his brother and Wraith looked up to see Silver’s eyes measuring Tynan, her lips glistening as if she’d licked them at the sight of his engorged cock.
Her fingers lingered at the waistband of the sleek leather pants she was wearing. A hesitant, almost shy expression formed on her face.
Wraith’s cock jerked, leaked. “Take them off,” he ordered.
Silver’s cunt spasmed with Wraith’s command. She rubbed her fingers along her waistband, finding comfort in the subtle stroking of her abdomen.
She hadn’t anticipated them following her into the bathing chamber, hadn’t imagined herself stripping in front of them. It excited her, and yet at the same time she was nervous. With other lovers there’d been foreplay, heated touches so even before they saw her cunt they were prepared for the bare, smooth skin.
She had no idea what elves found appealing. But the thought of Wraith or Tynan going soft with disgust was a blow she didn’t want to sustain.
A needy whimper escaped when Tynan stepped into her and his cock pressed against her belly. He cupped her breasts and kissed her softly, repeatedly.
Arousal escaped from the head of his penis. It wet her skin like a sensuous lick.
“I’ll help you,” he whispered, his hands leaving her breasts in order to glide down her sides and over to the fastening of her pants.
Silver put her hands on Tynan’s chest. The rapid beat of his heart matched her own. She met his eyes though she remained very aware of Wraith only a step away, waiting for her to obey him.
Exquisite need rolled through her when Tynan loosened her pants enough to slip his hand inside and cup her mound. Her confidence returned in rush with his low moan, with the desire she saw on his face as he petted her smooth flesh and ran his fingers through her slick heat.
“You’re walking a dangerous line between assistance and interference, brother,” Wraith said, his voice holding both menace and warning. “I told her to strip.”
Tynan circled her engorged knob, coated it with her arousal before reluctantly removing his hand from her pants and kneeling at her feet. Without a word he unlaced her soft ankle-high boots and slipped them from her feet.
She’d never thought of her feet as erotic, but his touch made her vitally aware of how sensitive they were. When he shackled her ankles in his warm hands, she felt bound to him.
He and Wraith were beautiful, exotic, magic given perfect form and breathtaking features. In her most private fantasies she’d never imagined being desired by elves.
“Do as my brother commanded,”Tynan said, stroking his thumbs over the inside of her ankles, the heat of his palms traveling through her veins and making her cunt lips swell and part even further.
Silver’s gaze met Wraith’s. She opened her pants further then pushed them off her hips along with her underwear, let them fall to where they were greeted by Tynan’s hands.
As she stepped out of them she reveled at the way Wraith’s dark, dark eyes found her bare pussy and remained there. She thrilled at the way his face tightened when Tynan’s hands settled on her hips and he leaned forward to nuzzle and lick at her woman’s folds.
Silver whimpered and spread her legs willingly for Tynan’s wet kiss and probing tongue. Her fingers anchored themselves in his shiny black hair as she gave herself up to an eroticism she’d only dreamed about, having one man pleasure her with his mouth as another watched and hungered.
Tynan’s cock pulsed and throbbed against his belly. Streaks of fiery lust racked his testicles as his heart thundered in his ears and he struggled for breath.
She was slick arousal and silky sensation, so intoxicating that every second he lingered between her thighs he risked coating his stomach with seed as he did when he dreamed about her. Nothing had prepared him for how thoroughly he wanted to surrender himself to her.
Years of loneliness, of waiting, of feeling isolated fell away as he inhaled her scent and thrust his tongue into her slit. She was his. Theirs. And tonight he intended to pleasure her with his mouth, with his cock, with everything he was—to give himself to Silver and at the same time forge a bond with both her and Wraith that would last for centuries.
Reluctantly he forced his mouth away from her erect clit and wet folds. He wanted to be the one to claim her cries of release, to feel her channel spasm around his tongue. But honor and instinct demanded that he and Wraith share her first orgasm.
Somehow he managed to get to his feet, to shed his boots and trousers. He took his cock in hand and groaned when Silver’s eyes darkened at the sight of him gripping himself, alternating between fucking through his fist and holding himself tightly lest he come.
His buttocks clenched when Wraith ordered her to her knees and she went willingly, obediently. He couldn’t look away when she peeled his brother’s trousers down.
Wraith’s cock was beaded with arousal, the veins on the underside thick. Tynan expected his brother to demand that Silver suck his penis into the dark heat of her mouth.
Their eyes met, clashed. He saw in Wraith the same battle he’d fought, to be the first to have her, to not only demand Silver’s surrender but to surrender himself to her.
Their race wasn’t psychic, but in that instant he and Wraith reached an unspoken agreement. Tonight they would concentrate on pleasuring her, on seducing her so thoroughly that when the moment of change came, she wouldn’t resent them for making her elf.
They would allow the night to proceed seamlessly, without judgment, without trying to selfishly make and hoard pieces of it for themselves. Once she was theirs—elven—there would be centuries in which to make private memories with her.
Wraith ordered her to remove his boots so he could step out of his trousers. She ducked her head, attended to the task with submissive, alluring grace.
It wasn’t a fantasy of Tynan’s, to command a woman, but as he watched his brother dominate her, his cock grew harder and his balls tighter. He imagined himself ordering her to bathe him, to glide soapy hands over every inch of his skin before he relented and did the same to her.
A shudder went through him. He was too close to coming to play with her in the sunken tub now, but later, after they’d experienced the first rush of passion… Later he’d slip into the heated water with her and give himself over to her care.
His brother’s face tightened in struggle. His hands remained clenched at his sides, fighting the urge to clutch her silky hair in his fists and hold her in position while her lips and tongue kissed and laved his rigid cock.
Witha casualness he didn’t feel, Tynan reached over and removed a segment of the vine grown specifically to serve as a hair tie. He braided his long hair then sat on the edge of the sunken tub before slipping into it. The heat of the water made him shudder and long for Silver’s sheath. He took himself in hand again and watched as Wraith lost his battle for control.
Wraith could barely keep himself from shaking under the onslaught of lust assailing him. He felt like a stallion in the presence of a mare, snorting, quivering with the need to mount her and thrust his penis into her slick channel.
“Put your mouth on me,” he ordered, unable to stop himself from spearing his fingers through her hair.
His hips jerked when Silver’s tongue darted out to wet the lips he urgently needed to feel on his cock. The glances she was giving him from underneath her eyelashes had his heart pounding, his breath coming in little more than pants.
“Put your mouth on me,” he repeated, tightening his grip on her hair—a silent threat that he’d force her even though they both knew it wouldn’t be necessary.
She took him in her hands first, encircled his penis with one while the other cupped his heavy testicles. Wraith’s hips bucked, once, twice as he fucked through her fingers in a desperate attempt to get to her mouth.
A groan of pleasure erupted when she finally obeyed and took the tip of his cock between her lips. He nearly went to his knees when her tongue washed over the smooth head before probing the slit.