During the Gatherings, she’d rarely looked at a male—not when he was erect.
The firelight glowed over Donal’s beautiful cock. He was intimidatingly long. How in the world had he fit inside her at the last Gathering?
She ran her fingertips over the head and down, mesmerized at the changing textures. The soft, spongier top, the tightness of the silky skin over the incredibly hard shaft. Elastic-feeling veins wound around the length.
When his erection bobbed under her fingers, she snatched her hand away. “I’m sorry.”
“Sweetheart, your touch feels amazing.” Smiling, Donal took her hand and put it back on his shaft.
Maybe he was just being nice. Then again, Donal wasn’t the sort to say what he didn’t mean.
Biting her lip, she glanced at Tynan.
His rumbling laugh was reassuring. “Look, a leannán.” Tynan curled his big hand around his own erection—and she’d never seen anything sexier in her life.
“Like this.” He tightened his grip.
Her eyes widened. That didn’t look comfortable. But at Donal’s nod, she did the same.
Donal’s low groan was the most wonderful reassurance—and so arousing. Her insides felt like a molten pool of desire.
Tynan moved his hand up and down his shaft. “This is what a male does if he doesn’t have a female—because he can pretend it feels like when he’s inside you.”
Up and down. She could do that. Stroking Donal’s erection was…fun. Amazing. Carnal. Because she could imagine he was inside her. And she could see the way his stomach muscles tightened, feel the way his cock hardened even further in her grip, see the flush heating his face.
He really liked this.
The sunlines beside Tynan’s eyes crinkled. “You won’t hurt Donal by touching. Or licking or sucking.”
At the memory of Donal’s mouth on her clit and how he’d teased her there… Her own cheeks heated, and her clit tingled. Could she give that amazing sensation to them?
Yes. Bending, she licked over his cock.
“Herne’s hairy balls, that feels good.” Donal’s face flushed a darker red. His hands were behind his head, and his biceps turned to rocks as if he was trying not to move.
Knowing if she did anything wrong, Tynan would stop her made it so much easier. She smiled at him.
He grinned back. “Avoid biting or scraping the healer with your teeth, and it’s all good.”
Donal huffed. “Aye. No biting, female.”
Laughing, she gave a bounce that made her breasts bobble, then bent and experimented. Enjoyed. Licking was fun, especially since every breath brought her Donal’s clean masculine scent. She took him in her mouth, growling as a rush of heat ran through her.
Tonguing him or sucking him made his hips lift. It was such an amazing feeling to gift him with the sensations she’d loved. Then she got the hang of it and started using her hands and bobbing her head.
It wasn’t nearly long enough when he sat up and caught her shoulders in a firm grip. “Enough, sweetling, or this will be over far sooner than I’d like.”
Dismayed, she sat back, wiping her lips and chin. His heady taste still lingered on her tongue. “Did I do something wrong?”
“Fuck, no—you did it all too right.” He cupped her cheek. “If a female is good, she can make a male lose control and climax. The problem is that males don’t recover as quickly as females. I’m not ready to come yet.”
“Oh. Okay.” She’d done it right. Done it well enough that she might have made him come. She looked down at his straining shaft, tempted to continue so she could—
Tynan laughed. “Bad puppy. No, you may not continue.”
“Actually, it’s your turn, brawd,” Donal said. “Let’s try some multi-tasking.”
Play with Tynan? Smiling, Margery turned.
But what did multi-tasking mean?
A few minutes later, she knew.
Kneeling between Tynan’s legs, she’d started off licking and sucking on his thick cock. He’d shown her how to grip the base and then how to cup his testicles.
The male loved to teach—and nothing embarrassed him, did it?
But, hey, she was a good student. She learned that sucking hard made his breathing catch. His grip tightened in her hair when she pumped the base of his cock with one hand while licking the top. She took him fully in her mouth…and bobbed.
“Meggie.” The controlled power of his voice stroked over her, adding to the sense of restraint from his fingers in her hair.
Dark hunger created a burning pulse between her thighs.
Tynan spread his legs wider, then looked at his brother and nodded.
Kneeling behind her, Donal ran his hands up over her back and down her sides. “You