Why wouldn’t I get myself all worked up as I bleed slowly where I stand and recover from the attack that just happened? It seems Post-Tribulation Medley is a hornball instead of a worrier.
Apparently, my mind decided dealin’ with the events earlier is just not high up on our list of priorities, but possible orgasms are. I shake my head at my internal reactions and try to rein my unusual neediness in. I mean, I was hopin’ when I put that skirt on that it would tempt one of them to get me out of it. This isn’t exactly what I had in mind, but I’ll take it.
“Medley?” Alder questions again, and I shoo away my thoughts to focus on him. It’s clear he asked me a question, but I have no idea what.
“Who got shot in the what now?” I ask.
Alder’s features fold in confusion. “No one was shot,” he tells me perplexed.
Flint snorts. “No, it’s a saying. It basically means what,” he supplies, lookin’ up at me with a wink, like he’s proud that he knows so much Southern lingo.
“Oh,” Alder states. “Well, I was just asking if you’re comfortable with me removing your bra and underwear. We don’t mean anything untoward by it, but there’s glass in both fabrics,” he tells me, but I see a slight purple blush stainin’ the tops of his sharp cheeks.
My pulse picks up, and it takes a moment to think through his question, because blood seems to be headin’ south instead of feedin’ my brain. All I can do is picture my naked body in front of both of them, their hands skimmin’ over my sensitive flesh. “Yeah, that’s good,” I tell him. “I mean, that’s fine,” I breathlessly correct.
I wonder if it would weird him out to tell him that I want him to get all untoward. Maybe it’s too soon. I still have blood on me, after all.
I seriously have no idea why I feel such an intense need to get my dick on right now, but I do. Lord, I do. Those panties he wants to cut off? They’re wet. That can’t be normal, right? The word demon flashes in my mind like a bar sign that flickers on and off, but I shrug that off. I don’t see Alder and Flint goin’ all hard and goo-goo eyed, so maybe I can’t blame this one on what I am. Maybe I’m just so damn attracted to them that, as my adrenaline drained away, it stripped me down to nothin’ but lust and a need to work out my stress from the night.
The feel of the metal scissors skimmin’ low on my hips traps my gaze as Alder begins to cut my thong off. The smooth sound of the lacy fabric being snipped away by the sharp sears sends goosebumps over my belly.
Plink.
My heart feels like it’s slowly climbin’ up my throat as Alder moves to my other hip and snips the line of fabric there too. I don’t even hear him breathin’, like his inhale is caught in his chest, too. I’m completely aware of his barely-there touch where his finger is pinchin’ the fabric away from my skin, and where Flint is still holdin’ my leg.
With both sides cut, Alder slowly grips the strip of underwear, and bit by bit, it’s pulled from my ass and between my thighs. There’s somethin’ erotic and wicked about the feel of what he’s doin’, and desire floods me despite my efforts to tamp it down. When the cool air hits my bare, damp center, I have to suppress a moan. As soon as the panties are gone, I feel Flint’s hand tighten on my leg, his fingers diggin’ in hard. I trap my bottom lip between my teeth at the heat comin’ from his palm.
Plink.
More glass is pulled from around my ankle and dropped into the bowl. Luckily, these pieces are smaller, though I still don’t feel a thing.
Clearin’ his throat with a raspy grumble, Alder moves in closer, his height loomin’ over me as his fingers skate up to gently grasp the strap of my bra. “Almost done,” he says, but his voice is low and strained.
My eyes flick up to his face, but his attention is on my shoulder, and I watch as he swallows hard and slips the shears beneath my strap. Cool metal grazes over my hot skin as he makes the snip. He shifts to touch my other shoulder, snippin’ that strap next, and my chest heaves, my breasts risin’ and fallin’ with every breath as both straps fall uselessly against my chest.
He moves behind me until I can feel his hands on my back and his breath on my neck. My legs feel a little weak, but it has nothin’ to do with the fight. Alder’s fingers dig beneath the back strap, and my nipples pebble like they’re strainin’ to push the bra off and greet the air and their eyes. I feel the scissors slip in, and he’s so careful not to cut me.
One more snip, and I feel the bra loosen and start to fall. He catches the mangled and bloodied lacy fabric in his hand and drops it to join my thong, tank top, and skirt on the floor.
I breathe deeply as I try to think through the lust and vulnerability I feel right now, standin’ completely naked in front of two demons I’m wildly attracted to. I’ve tried to be rational, to tell myself that attraction is a bad idea, especially when there’s so much up in the air right now. But I can’t help it. Right now, all I can think
