A Virgin for Two Brothers (3 page)

“You
could have so many other women, ones far more beautiful and well off than me.
Why?”

Christopher
leaned down and kissed her temple and it took everything in her power not to
stand on her toes, wrap her arms around his neck, and kiss him. God, she wanted
to kiss him––make that both of them. Victor’s unyielding grasp drew her back to
the present and she turned with him as he led them to stand in front of a gilt-framed
mirror. It reached from floor to well above her head. There was no part of her
that was unseen. Victor stood behind her and rested his hands on her shoulders.

“Tell
me what you see, McKenna.”

Staring
at her reflection while Victor and Christopher stood by and watched was harder
than it should have been. The girl that stared back was small in comparison to
the man behind her. The wide breadth of his shoulders made her feel like it was
only the two of them in the room, although she could sense Christopher close
by. The wall he created didn’t allow her to see around him, and even the top of
her head barely reached the top of his chest. He certainly was a force to be
reckoned with.

Her
eyes seemed big and brown on her face. Her skin, called porcelain-like in
quality by her family, just looked pale to her. Her hair, as dark as a raven’s
wing, lay in thick, straight strands over her shoulders. The locks were a
startling contrast to her pale face and white robe. “I just see a girl. An
average girl.” She lifted her eyes to look at Victor’s face. He didn’t say
anything for several long minutes, just kept his eyes locked with hers. She
could practically see his thoughts running through his mind.

Finally
he spoke and broke the silence. “Do you want to know what I see?” Even though
he phrased it as a question McKenna knew it was anything but. “I see the
teenager that followed Christopher and I around, the one that never thought she
was special. I see that girl that has now transformed into the beautiful woman
that is standing before me. I see a woman that has sensuality as well as
sexuality pouring off of her.” He brushed her hair away from her ear and
whispered, “If you could see what I see, what
we
see, there would be no doubt in your mind that you are wanted,
desperately.”

Her
heart pounded fiercely behind her ribs as she stared at Victor. When
Christopher stood beside her she turned her gaze to him. His eyes were
heavy-lidded with clear desire and she forced herself to swallow the lump that
had suddenly formed in her throat.

“You’re
so beautiful, McKenna.” Christopher lifted his hand and trailed his fingers
over her collarbone that had been inadvertently exposed. His touch was so soft,
almost hesitant in nature, but it held so much heat she felt it in every cell.

“All
you have to do is tell us, admit to us that you want this also.” His tone
informed her he was very aware that she indeed had feelings for them. Maybe she
hadn’t hidden her emotions well enough, if they had been so easily picked up
on?

“God,
McKenna.” Christopher’s voice was strained as he dipped his head and kissed her
clavicle. “Tell us you want this too.”

When
put like that, how could she deny them anything?

Chapter
Four

McKenna
closed her eyes at the feel of Christopher’s soft, firm lips gliding across her
shoulder. He had slipped the material slightly down, just enough to expose that
swatch of white skin. His mouth moved from her collarbone to her shoulder, his
tongue peeking out gently as he made the journey.

“I
want this, too.” A collective groan spilled from them and she reveled in it. It
was a heady feeling knowing she caused this reaction in them.

All
the while Victor stood still behind her. He didn’t speak, just watched his
brother touch her. She wondered if they did this often, took women to bed and
seduced them. Then again, she wasn’t just a woman now, she was their wife, and
according to them that was exactly what they wanted her to be. Could she give
herself to both of them? She certainly had thought about it, many, many times,
but what would her family say, or think?

As
if Victor heard her thought he said, “Stop thinking and just feel, baby.” The
endearment sent a stab of lust through her and she snapped her eyes open to
look at him. His heated stare coupled with Christopher’s mouth on her caused
the air to leave her lungs. She felt Victor’s fingers curl around the edge of
her lapel and when he started slowly dragging it down, exposing her breasts,
Christopher’s mouth disappeared from her body. The other side of her robe
followed suit until the only thing holding up the material was the sash around
her waist.

“Look
at how gorgeous you are.” Victor kissed the spot right below her ear at the
same time he brought his arms around her and cupped her breasts. “Look at how
supple you are, how tight and red your nipples are.” He dragged his thumbs
across the turgid flesh, making them grow harder. Blood pumped through her body
and rushed to the erogenous zone. They flushed right before her eyes and she
couldn’t help but feel heat steal across her cheeks.
Aside
from the auction, she
had never been so blatantly on display in front of
a man before. It was exhilarating and frightening, especially when those men
were Christopher and Victor.

“Christopher
is going to wrap his lips around one of these pretty nipples, and suck them
into his mouth. You are going to ask him for it, and beg him to do it harder.”
The air left her in a whoosh and she looked between the two of them.
Christopher stared at her breasts as his twin continued fondling, while Victor’s
stoic expression remained trained on her face.

“Look
at me, McKenna.” She turned and stared up into Victor’s face. His rugged
masculinity stopped her heart. “I want you to ask Christopher for his mouth on
you, to beg him for it.” He was taking her out of her comfort zone, making her
realize what the three of them were about to do was very real.

Never
taking her eyes from Victor she whispered, “Christopher, please, put your mouth
on me.” She could hear a muffled noise, as if Christopher was trying not to
show her how affected he was. The sound of clothing shifting barely pierced the
haze that had settled over her. A second later she gasped as she felt the warm
wetness of Christopher’s lips wrapping around her breasts. One of his hands
cupped the mound while he suctioned her nipple further into the hot recess of
his mouth. The feel of his tongue sliding over her flesh, causing it to become
increasingly more sensitive, parted her lips and a low moan spilled from her.
It felt so good, incredibly good.

Christopher
sucked and nipped at her flesh, drawing her nipple deeper and deeper into his
mouth until she felt the blood pool right below the skin. Victor attacked her
mouth with as much fervor as a wild animal. She felt claimed, completely and
utterly possessed by them.

Christopher
alternated between her breasts until she was wantonly thrusting her chest into
his mouth, silently begging him for more. A hand slid down her side and over
her thigh, gripping the flesh over and over again.

The
hand that had been gripping her leg moved back up her body until she felt the
slight tug of the knot at her waist being undone. She felt Christopher grip
both breasts, kneading the flesh and bringing the mounds to his mouth for his
onslaught. It was Victor who wanted her nude, bared to the both of them. With
one last tug she felt the material gape open, and the chilled air brushing
along her naked form. It was hard to suck in air, hard to concentrate knowing
these two men would see her completely bare to them, open for their appraisal.

After
what seemed like an eternity of intense and torturous pleasure, Victor broke
the kiss. For several long moments all he did was stare at her, his breathing
coming out in hard pants. There were no more hard pulls from Christopher’s
mouth, but she could feel his hand sliding over her belly in gentle sweeps.

Victor
finally turned his gaze from her and she knew he was looking at her reflection.
For what seemed like several long minutes, all Victor did was stare at her
reflection. She could still feel Christopher by her side, feel his light touch,
and she let his calming strength seep into her. A harsh groan left Christopher
and it took everything in her not to turn and look at him. She couldn’t bring
herself to drag her gaze from Victor. For as long as she knew them, he always
seemed like the one whose affection would be hardest to earn. He always stayed
back, always seemed to observe while Christopher was the one that stepped in
and was hands-on.

Victor
finally looked at her and the raw desire she saw in his face was startling. It
was laid out for her, open in every way possible. “Look at yourself, McKenna.”
After a moment she obeyed and looked at her reflection. It took her another
moment to realize the woman staring back was she. Her normally pale skin was
flushed pink from her arousal. Her eyes looked overly large and darker than
normal on her face. Her hair was slightly mussed from when Victor speared his
hands in it. Her lips were red and swollen and slightly wet from his kiss.

“Look
at your body, baby.” Dragging her eyes from her face she let them travel down
and stop at her breasts. The nipples were obscenely swollen and flushed red
from Christopher’s mouth. The wetness glistened off the light and she felt
herself grow hot with embarrassment.

“You’re
beautiful, McKenna.” Christopher’s calming words and gentle touch sent her eyes
lower until she was staring at her bare mound. All females that were brought
upon the auction block were required to shave their pussies. Her slit was in
clear view: just as the rest of her body, her mound was flushed from her
arousal.

Victor
gripped her thigh and his long fingers started a slow caress as he moved closer
and closer to the part of her that ached for them.

“Spread
your legs, baby. Show us your pretty cunt.” Victor’s crass words heightened her
arousal and she immediately did what he said. As she opened her legs she felt
moisture trickle along her inner thigh. Mortification slammed into her and she
instinctively lowered her head to hide her face. Victor’s finger lifted her
chin slightly, and she watched exactly what he was doing. His other hand teased
the flesh where her thigh and vagina met. Chills raced up her spine when he
finally touched the spot that no man had ever touched.

“
Christ
, McKenna.” Victor growled roughly
as he spread his fingers through her damp folds. She knew how slick she was
because she could feel it coat her flesh. She was too embarrassed to see if it
was slipping down her inner thighs as well, but by the feel of it she had no
doubts it was. “You’re so fucking wet. Chris, she is
sooo
fucking wet.” The fact he was telling his brother, his twin,
only seemed to heighten the experience.

Christopher
made a harsh noise beside her and cupped the side of her face, turning it so
she was staring at him. His eyes were half-closed, the blue irises mere slits
of color. His arousal was tangible, and when he pressed his mouth against hers
she could practically taste it. His kiss was so different from Victor’s. It was
coaxing and gentle, as if he was drawing out her arousal, prolonging it.
Victor’s kiss had been brutal and demanding, giving as much as he was taking.
Both of them were so different, yet identical. It was a sensory overload.

Victor
continued to tease her folds. She felt him run circles around the opening of
her pussy while his thumb rubbed her clit. Climax was inevitable if he kept it
up.
Already she felt strung tight, like the smallest
provocation would set her off.
A gasp left her when she felt a thick
finger penetrate her. Christopher could have broken the kiss, but instead he
deepened it, not giving her a chance to relent, to stop what they were doing.
She wouldn’t have anyway. It felt far too good.

Chapter
Five

McKenna
broke the kiss at long last when she felt Victor add another finger into her.
It was only the two digits, but his fingers were long and thick and she had
never had anything enter her before. The feeling of being stretched as a result
of what he was doing sent a gush of fluid spilling from her.

“Oh,
God, baby, you’re soaking my hand. That’s so fucking hot.” In the next instant
his fingers left her and his mouth latched onto her clit. His tongue slipped
through her folds, parting the flesh. The vibration from his groan sent an
unexpected jolt of pleasure through her and she reached out and speared her
hands in his hair. Christopher had since moved behind her and she felt his
hands glide over the small of her back before settling on the curve of her
bottom. He groaned as well, but it wasn’t nearly as rough and hardened as Victor’s
had been.

 
Her eyes widened and she looked at
Christopher’s reflection. He watched her as he leaned his hips forward. The
feel of a very large and very hard erection pressing against her back startled
her. It felt so big, but then again she shouldn’t have thought they would be
any less endowed, given their overall size. She would put money on it that
Victor was just as hard as his brother.