Sex Me Down (24 page)

Tianna Xander and Bonnie Rose Leigh

say you?

I agree. My time with the Banart left a bad taste in
my mouth for such pursuits. I only wish to love our
mate and give her the pleasure she deserves, while
receiving the same from her.
Fane growled low in his throat.
What I want to know is who made our mate
think so little of herself. I refuse to believe it was her
sister. Is she merely shy and doesn’t know how to assert
herself?

Sayre stepped forward, slowly moving closer to her as Fane slipped around behind her. She needed to begin to trust them. This was a good first step. “Just you being yourself pleases us. Forget about what you think we need or want from you. Instead, let us pleasure you.” He reached out, picked up a lock of her hair and brought it to his face. “Even your scent pleases me.”

Fane stepped up behind her, his chest pressed against her back. He lowered his head, his breath brushing her neck. Tendrils of hair stirred as he spoke and Sayre saw gooseflesh rise on her skin.

“Be at ease,
la nisa.
We shall only take this as far as you are willing to go. Your needs must come first in all things.”

She licked her lips and Sayre felt an answering surge in his cock. His balls tightened against him and he moved closer, trying to hide his reaction lest he frighten her.

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“But—but it is not fair to you.” She half turned and looked between them both. “It isn’t fair to either of you for me to take while giving nothing in return.” She bowed her head again and whispered. “I’m such a coward.”

Sayre and Fane both shook their heads.

“No, Laynee,” Fane responded. “You are the most courageous woman I have ever met.” He cupped her cheek and lightly pressed his lips against hers. “Giving you pleasure will please us. In this way, you will give back. If all we wanted from you was pure sex, we could get that anywhere. But you are our mate. We want more from you than mere sex.” He trailed his fingers down her arm, pressed his chest against her back.

“Will you let us pleasure you?”

Sayre stepped forward, pressed against his mate. He could feel her pebbled nipples through her robe as they pressed against his torso and it was all he could do not to drop his head and suckle them through the fabric. “Please, Laynee, let us pleasure you.”

* * * *

Laynee tensed, not out of fear as she would have expected but more out of nervousness. Could she really do this, really give herself sexually and emotionally to two strangers?

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