A soft laugh came again, and this time Julian could tell—it was Mara.
"Greedy?" she purred, her voice vibrating against him as her tongue flicked his tip teasingly. "You're the one filling this hole like you own it, Rael. We're just… tasting what's on offer."
Lira's voice followed, low and breathy as her tongue swirled around the tip, making him twitch and squirm.
"Mmm, and it's a lot to taste. You weren't lying about breaking those runes, were you?" Her lips closed in just on the tip, sucking it gently as if it she were milking him. "Gods, I can feel you throbbing already."
Julian smiled, his hips twitching with each of their movement. "You think this is lot? Keep going, and you'll see what I'm really packing." His voice was oozing with confidence, but the dual assault was testing his control.
"Come on, Mara, Lira—don't pretend you're not loving this."
