“Let us make you ready.”


    I wanted to tease him, so I bit his lower jaw gently. “Do you want to punish me?” I asked breathlessly,


    Looking into his eyes.


    The erotic way Damien had of punishing me for perceived naughtiness made me burn with desire for


    him. He didn’t take the bait, though and ignored the biting.


    “Lay down,” he coaxed pushing me back, “you do not need such stimtion as that right now.”


    Damien’s lips were on mine and his tongue was in my mouth as soon as my back touched the cover.


    Kein’s sweet Lips were covering my breasts with attention and Evan had wormed his way between my


    thighs.


    Soft kisses and gentle licks brought me to the verge of orgasm and then Damien pushed his Brothers


    away to sink into my flesh.


    “Find your pleasure,“ Damien coaxed as Christof’s hand slipped between us and strummed my clit as I


    was filled.


    A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y


    Deep grey eyes watched me as my mouth opened in a soundless cry. The stimtion was unbearably


    pleasurable and I clenched tightly on Damien.


    He moved with great control as I writhed and panted beneath him.


    The men were sweet and gentle with me. Each of them Laid me on my back and took me slowly. I did


    everything they liked, but they didn’t get excited or lose control.


    I came under them in sweet, cresting waves. Frankly, I wasn’t sure how they got enough stimtion to


    get themselves off. No matter how hard I pushed they maintained the same slow, methodical rate. It


    was frustrating.


    The pace began to make me restless. I needed their raw, masculine energy. It was what I was used to.


    It wasn’t clear where this new softer side wasing from.


    Belonging ? N?velDram/a.Org.


    The picture came into focus when Evan grabbed my hips and started to take me more roughly. Damien


    pped his shoulder and told him to slow down. Kein warned him not to hurt me. They thought I was


    sick.


    “I’m not ill,” I panted grabbing Evan’s hair and twisting my fingers in it, “fuck me harder.”


    The Brothers had decided and my words fell on deaf ears. Evan took his time and although the sweat


    formed on his brow, he didn’t increase the speed or power of his thrusts.


    “Grow your teeth and do me,” I demanded pulling harder on his hair.


    My hands were pulled away and restrained beside my head on the bed.


    “You are weak, Sister,” he murmuredpping at the sweat on my neck, “frail and weak. I do not wish to


    hurt you. Let us join tenderly.”


    It did feel good, in apletely vani sort of way. They eventually released my hands and I stroked


    Evan in a Loving manner.


    Christof wasst and it was the same with him. I tried again to convince him and he almost listened.


    The pull of the family bond won out though.


    “Thin humans are healthy,” I said once Christof rolled off of me. “On my we spend lots of time


    and money to be thin.”


    Damien’s gaze travelled across my form and he spoke, “You are not just thin. You are malnourished. It


    will make your bones weak and your skin fragile. If this continued your hair would fall out and so would


    your teeth,” he stated bluntly.