Page 34 of Their Scarred Mate
They waited.For Freya, the silence was deafening.Her heart was beating wildly in her chest, but deep down, she knew they’d keep their word.They’d wait.For her.They’d stop.For her.But they could also help her crawl back from the place she was, and right now, she was in a bottomless pit of misery and pain.
Gathering all her courage, she managed to whisper, “I have scars.They’re ugly and...and...”
“And they’re part of you.They tell a tale of horror and survival.They tell us that you’re beautiful and brave.”
“You haven’t seen them.”
“But we will.As soon as you’re ready to show us.”
They waited.Freya was still nervous, but their calm reassurance was working wonders for her anxiety.She leaned back again, unconsciously allowing Declan to resume the caresses.
“Well, angel?What’s your decision?”
“Words, little one.We’re not inside your head.”
“I want ...I want you to show me how to make love.”
Chapter Nineteen
Thank fuck!The relief was clear in the twins’ faces, but luckily it was too dark for Freya to see.Declan resumed kissing her, while his hands caressed her breasts and played with her nipples.
She hardly felt it when Ciaran spread her legs and positioned himself between them, caressing her with his tongue through the fabric of her underwear, inhaling her fragrance.But when he tore it away, she looked down with a startle.
“Is this okay, angel?”he asked, holding his breath.The last thing they wanted was for a flashback to take hold of her.
Declan stopped caressing her and she mewled in response.
“Words, little one.”
“Yes, it’s ...it’s okay...”was that her voice, so distant?Declan pinched her nipple and caressed it immediately after, soothing the slight pain.
Ciaran dove into her scent.Her natural fragrance, combined with her juices, was driving him and his wolf insane.He nibbled and licked, driving her higher in excitement.Faintly she thought she would probably levitate in the air if he didn't hold her so firmly by the hips.
It was a combined assault to her senses, Ciaran between her legs, Declan at her back, both driving her wild with their hands and tongues.She moaned when she felt Ciaran's tongue on her clitoris, relentlessly arousing her.She vaguely thought she felt too empty, that her center needed something to fill her and trigger an orgasm.
“One finger, brother,” said Declan.And for her, he praised, “You’re doing so well, little one, taking my brother so well.Do you think you can take more?”
