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  Truth growled softly. “With pleasure.” Leaning forward he took her mouth in a much more forceful kiss. He tasted sharp and wild when his tongue pressed against her lips, asking for entry, just as it had during the last kiss they had shared. Though she had been unwilling to let him in before, now Becca couldn’t deny him. She moaned and opened to him, reaching up to stroke the short, black hair at the nape of his neck as he deepened their kiss.

  At the same time, she could feel Far kissing her cheek and then moving lower to taste the sensitive side of her neck with long, sensuous licks. The sensation of being kissed by one man while another caressed and tasted her throat made her hot and cold all over. She moaned into Truth’s mouth and he swallowed the sound eagerly, his lips still ravaging hers.

  Finally he broke the kiss, a troubled look on his face.

  “What?” Becca asked him, still panting for breath. Far was still kissing her throat, making it hard to think but she could see that something was bothering Truth. “What’s wrong, baby?” she asked gently.

  “I don’t…I should not enjoy this,” he said at last. “I should want to rip you from Far’s arms and claim you for my own. And yet the sight of the two of you entwined, embracing is…I find it strangely compelling.” He shook his head. “But it is not the Rai’ku way.”

  “No, but it’s the Twin Kindred way,” Far murmured, looking up. “To take pleasure in watching your brother pleasure the female you share is natural to us. Very natural. Tell me, Brother, can you take pleasure in this?”

  His large, warm hand ran up Becca’s trembling belly and cupped the curve of her breast through the thin silk nightgown.

  Becca moaned as he thumbed her nipple gently, teasing the tight little point and sending sparks of pleasure straight to the wet, swollen spot between her thighs.

  Truth watched, his pale eyes heavy-lidded with lust.

  “Yes,” he said at last, thickly. “I can take pleasure in watching you do that.”

  “Then join me.” Far tugged at her nightgown, letting the thin spaghetti strap slip down her shoulder. He looked at Becca. “With your permission, my lady,” he murmured. “May I bare your lovely breasts and share you with my brother?”

  Becca bit her lip. Mother of God, she felt like she was melting between them, being wholly consumed by the sexual heat the two large, muscular male bodies on either side of her were putting out. Part of her felt she should stop—put on the brakes now before things went too far. But another, larger part wanted more—so much more. It’s all right, she told herself. I can stop anytime I want. We won’t go too far.

  “Becca?” Far asked, still waiting for her answer.

  “All…all right,” she whispered at last. “But nothing…nothing below the waist.”

  “As you wish,” Far murmured. He slipped the other strap off her shoulder and then tugged gently until the thin silk slid down her skin, baring her breasts. The top of the gown puddled in slippery folds around her waist, leaving her half naked and completely vulnerable. He looked at Truth. “Watch me, Brother,” he murmured. “And see how this makes you feel.”

  Leaning down, he took Becca’s right nipple between his lips and sucked it gently into his hot mouth.

  Becca couldn’t help herself, she gave a little cry and thrust out her chest, pressing hard against his sweet lips, offering herself for more pleasure. Even during that one, short encounter she tried not to think about, the one that had sent her scuttling to the convent in the first place, she had never felt such pleasure. And Far was barely touching her…he was simply sucking gently at her nipple while his brother looked on.

  Truth shifted, his eyes still filled with desire as he watched the show she and Far were putting on. Becca saw his hand go to the loose crotch of his trousers as he adjusted himself, trying to get more comfortable. Clearly, watching Far suck her nipple was affecting him.

  At last, Far released her sensitive bud.

  “Do you like it, Brother?” he asked, looking up at Truth. “Does it bring you pleasure to watch me pleasure our lady?”

  “Damn you…” Truth shifted again. “You know it does, though it should not.”

  “Yes, it should,” Far assured him. “As I said, it is the Twin Kindred way. But you are still only watching. Why do you not join in? Come, taste Becca’s other nipple. I assure you she is every bit as delicious as she looks.”

  Becca bit her lip. In her wildest dreams and fantasies, she hadn’t pictured this scenario. Not because she didn’t want to, but because it made her feel guilty.

  But you shouldn’t feel that way, the little voice which seemed determined to justify everything pointed out. After all, you did promise to help them bond. And this is the way Twin Kindred bond—they share a woman. Also, they promised nothing below the waist. So you should be fine.

  Far was still waiting. “Come, Brother,” he murmured to Truth. “Will you taste her with me?”

  The look of indecision suddenly fell away from Truth’s chiseled features.

  “I will,” he growled softly. “I will…taste her with you.”

  “Come, then.” Far went back to nursing her right nipple, circling it gently with his tongue.

  After a moment of watching, Truth leaned down and cupped her left breast in his hand. With a soft growl of pure lust, he sucked her other nipple deeply into his mouth, pulling hard as though he was determined to get as much of her breast between his lips as he could.

  Becca cried out and arched her back. Oh, that felt good. No, more than good—incredible. The sexual energy she felt anytime she was between them seemed to double and then triple. She’d never felt such pleasure and when she looked down, it was incredibly erotic to watch the brothers both tasting her nipples at the same time.

  Her pussy began to feel even more wet and swollen, begging for attention. Becca had the sudden urge to spread her thighs and let them touch her there too—to compare the way it felt to have first Far’s hand on her, and then Truth’s.

  No, nothing below the waist! she reminded herself. It’s one thing to help them bond but I don’t want to go too far.

  But just because she had decided not to let them touch her below the waist didn’t mean she couldn’t touch herself.

  Normally, she would never have done such a thing. But the sexual pleasure inside her was kicking into overdrive—pushing her to the edge—making her crazy to come.

  She freed her right hand from Far, who was too intent on sucking her nipple to notice, and slipped it down between her legs. The cream silk nightgown was riding high on her thighs and she never wore panties to bed, meaning her pussy was bare beneath the lace border of the gown.

  With a little moan of pure need, Becca slid her slim fingers between her swollen pussy lips and began to rub along the side of her clit with light, quick strokes.

  The feel of her own fingers was so good it was almost unbearable. She almost never allowed herself any kind of sexual release. In the life she’d been living up until recently, it was considered better to try and put the desires of the flesh completely out of one’s mind.

  Becca had been good at that—really good at ignoring or sublimating any sexual needs she had…until Truth and Far had come along, that was. Now it seemed like her body was out of control—she couldn’t ignore her needs anymore, couldn’t pretend them away. She had to give her body what it so desperately needed and right now what she needed was to come.

  Becca had her eyes closed, concentrating completely on the pleasure surging through her. The sensations between her legs were so intense it took her a moment to realize that Truth and Far had stopped sucking her nipples.

  When she did realize, she opened her eyes and gasped in embarrassment. Both brothers were watching intently as she stroked between her legs.

  “Well, well, Rebecca…” Truth’s deep voice was hoarse with desire. “And I thought you said nothing below the waist.”

  “Oh!” Becca bit her lip in sheer embarrassment. She was about to snatch her hand away when Far stopped her,