She caught his woodsy scent, like and yet different from Falcon’s. Falcon shifted to her right side, propped himself up on his left elbow and played lazily with her breasts. Her nipples puckered beneath the bodice of her gown abrading over the fabric. John moved calculatingly closer, and she could swear a cloud of warmth cocooned her between the two men. Two men! Excitement knotted in her belly. She recalled Falcon’s words… Four hands, a score of fingers…two cocks. What, in heaven’s name, will I do with two cocks? And at the same time, no less! “You will enjoy them just as you’ve enjoyed two hands, ten fingers and one cock, milady,” Falcon replied to her thoughts. “It will be twice the pleasure.” His words made her quake in disbelief. She remembered Falcon’s explanation that the two of them must mate with one woman in order to temporarily fuel their immortality. Though the anticipation and curiosity of it held her fascinated, she couldn’t help but feel as if she were being used like a harlot.
