Rolf
Our mate tasted like honey and sweetness. I licked her clean and dipped my tongue into her for more. The music of her moans filled my ears.
“This is punishment?” she gasped.
I raised my head.
“Oh, Rolf, please.” Her hips bucked, begging for me. “Please don’t stop.”
“Admit that you are our mate,” Thorbjorn said.
Her head thrashed back and forth. I nuzzled her inner thigh, kissing and nipping at the thin skin there. Her legs jerked and I held them down.
“He will not pleasure you until you admit it.” Thorbjorn sat on the bed beside her, teasing her n*****s. Her body bent like a bow. More honey trickled from her secret places. I followed the drop with my tongue, delving between her bottom cheeks.
“No,” she squealed, thrashing backwards on the bed. “What are you doing?”
“Giving yo
