“It’s like a marriage of sorts. You would belong to us. We would belong to you. But we can’t claim you if you’re not willing.” Trevor didn’t know how to explain it better.
“Annabelle,” Mac was now in front of her, “let us show you.”
“Are you going to bite me, make me turn into one of you?”
Mac shook his head, and Trevor had to hold in a laugh.
“No.” Mac placed his hands on her knees and looked over to Trevor. He nodded his agreement, knowing Mac was asking permission to start.
“All we want to do right now is make love to you,” Mac told her. “When we bite, you won’t turn into one of us. It will only seal the bond we will have.”
“So you do want to bite me?”
“Maybe a little,” Trevor teased, trying to lighten the mood.
She let out a shaky laugh like he hoped.
“Let us touch you, love you, show you how great it can be together.” Mac was now kneeling between her legs, having taken them and spread her open.
She nodded, and Trevor felt a huge weight lift from his chest. Mac kissed her first, holding her head in place while his mouth brushed over hers. Trevor adjusted the erection straining against his jeans as he watched the two of them together.
He and Mac had shared women in the past, but tonight was a step to sealing their fate, forever.
Annabelle kissed Mac back as he held her gently. He nipped her bottom lip, then soothed it with his tongue. His kiss grew in intensity as it went on as Annabelle responded with excitement.
When he drew away from her, she blinked up through lust filled eyes. Confusion clouded her mind about what she had seen, but it didn’t keep her from wanting them. Mac looked down at her with such passion in his eyes she felt like she would go up in flames.
From the corner of her eye, she saw Trevor move closer. Mac shifted to the side to give him room. Annabelle lifted her fingers to Trevor’s lips. Trevor nipped her fingers, surprising a laugh from her. Then he slammed his mouth down on hers. Lightning flashed through her body, and he took everything she had to offer and more.
A set of hands cupped her full, heavy breasts while another set moved up her legs. This was what she had been waiting for, dreaming about, wanting. Both men with their hands on her.
Trevor broke the kiss, panting. It was his hands that were cupping her. “Take this off! Let me feel you.”
Annabelle didn’t have to be told twice. She pulled her shirt over her head and watched as Trevor licked his lips.
“Yes.” He groaned before bending and licking one of her hard nipples.
Annabelle moaned and her hands went to the back of his head.
Trevor lifted his head. “We’re just getting started,” he promised.
She nodded her willingness. He smiled and placed a quick kiss against her lips.
“Then just lay back and enjoy.” He took her hands and moved them over her head. “Let the games begin,” he murmured then went back to her body.
His mouth lavished on her breast sucking in a nipple before flicking it with his tongue. Mac moved his body up hers and followed suit with the other breast. Annabelle arched into their mouths as she trembled in delight. They gave her body all the attention it demanded until Annabelle could only close her eyes and drift in the intense pleasure.
Mac’s hands were softer and gentler than Trevor’s were. Just like their kisses, they were different from one another, but matched. Each giving her what she craved. Hands started to pull her pants down, and she opened her eyes to see.
Trevor leaned over her with something in his hand. “Shh…trust us,” he told her and ran the silk over her breasts, up her neck, to her face.
She knew what he had planned when he started to tie it around her eyes. “Trevor?”
“It’s okay. We want you to enjoy this. It will add to your pleasure.”
Her throat dry, Annabelle nodded.
Trevor kissed the tip of her nose before moving away. She had to guess that it was Mac kissing and nibbling the flesh of her stomach, moving down to where she wanted him most.
A weight beside her head told her that Trevor had come back, then her hands were lifted from the pillow.
“Just relax,” Trevor coaxed as something hard and cold wrapped around her wrist.
It wasn’t until she heard the click that she realised he had just handcuffed her. The other wrist was picked up and the same was done. Annabelle yanked on them but they were secured to the bed.
“Don’t break those, darling, they’re Mac’s favourite pair,” Trevor teased.
Annabelle had never been handcuffed before, or blindfolded for that matter, but even the small amount of nerves disappeared as she felt four hands on her body. Opening her thighs wider and lifting her bottom up.