translucent.
Samara shifted every time a droplet fell. She gasped at the first time one landed on a nipple.
Jason stared at the erect tip, his breathing ragged.
"Do it." James rasped.
Jason snapped his head around, issuing a silent question. James couldn't be telling him to suck it into his mouth. Not while Samara is semiconscious.
"Bathe her. Through the shirt. Don't undress her, but help her shed the heat…everywhere."
Which will mean she'll be as good as nude. He nodded. Samara needed wetting down to reduce the fever. There's a reason we're doing this instead of the doctors.
Jason left the rag sopping and started working it down her chest. The gown stuck to her body, outlining every curve.
Pass after pass with the rag prompted moans from Samara. She arched her back, offering herself to him.
To us. She's as affected by what James is doing as she is by what I'm doing. He didn't doubt that.
His cock pressed tight to his jeans, weeping fluids that would ease him inside her body.
Samara cried out and Jason looked toward James's position. His brother had done the same job of wetting Samara down on her lower half. That meant they could see every inch of her, from a front view.
They say Alpha females are created in the Night Mother's image. I know Samara must be.
James leaned over her and Jason prepared to warn him off. No matter how enticing she was, they couldn't take advantage of her blind lust.
His brother didn't put his mouth on her. Instead, he blew air over her core, bringing Samara off the bed with a whimper.
"It's an old trick for keeping cool," James explained. "Wrap yourself in wet linen or cotton, then blow air over the fabric to draw off heat."
Jason swallowed hard. He leaned down and breathed on her throat. Samara shivered, and her scent took on a potent edge. Jason moved on to her shoulders and then her nipples.
She grabbed him by the head and dragged Jason's lips to hers. Samara parted her lips and invited him in.
I can't deny her this.
James didn't protest it. His twin moved up Samara's body, trailing his lips over her abdomen, blowing puffs of air over her sensitive skin.
Jason eased out of the kiss and made way for James to share in the taste of her passion. At the first breath James released against her cheek, Samara turned to him and pulled him into a similar embrace.
Goddess, that's sexy. Visions of her touching them had his cock screaming for more. Jason reached down and adjusted himself. He seriously considered stroking himself off.
James pushed to his knees. "Help me get her up."
"You're not—"
"No! I want you to bathe her back. Besides…" He smiled. "I want her to feel us on either side of her.
Jason hurried to help him. In moments, Samara was astride James's thighs, Jason sliding his knees between his twin's.
When Jason set to work bathing her back, Samara started shifting back and forth over James's cock. He hurried through the rest of the bathing, watching the curve of her ass appear through the dripping hospital gown. He stared, rapt, at the interplay of muscles as she rode his brother.
At the edges of self-control, Jason pressed to Samara's back. She went still for a moment and he held his breath. Had they pushed her too far too fast?
Samara moaned and pressed back against him, swiveling her hips. James moved closer, and she stroked up and down their erections.
"That's right," James whispered. "Get used to the feeling of us."
"Yes." She breathed her reply into James's chin. She moved faster, grinding into them. "Yes." Samara tensed, and her scent went straight to Jason's head. She shouted incoherently.
She came. It was all Jason could do not to come in his jeans in response.
"Next time will be inside you," Jason promised.
Samara nodded weakly, her head sinking toward James's chest.
"Do you want us to sleep with you?" Jason offered. Please, say yes.
Another nod.
Jason lowered her to the bed, then brushed a kiss across her lips. He lay down to her right, facing her
Rebecca Hamilton, Conner Kressley