Sinful Mates 1-3 novel Chapter 27

　　The bathroom was huge and all soft grey tile and black bench tops with gold finishes. Tobias was already in the shower that could easily fit another three people and had multiple shower heads. Reaching out, Tobias grabbed my wrist and pulled me under the stream of water. I chuckled when I smacked into his chest, nearly slipping on the soap suds on the floor. Tobias holds me upright, steadying me. Theo stepped in behind me and reached for a loofa and shower gel that was sitting on a shower niche behind Tobias.

　　I moved over to the second shower head and started wetting my hair before shampooing it, trying to untangle the knots that had formed. While rinsing it out, I could feel hands touching my breasts. I knew who it was because even under the hot water his hands were colder than mine and definitely colder than Tobias’ hot skin. Though the stream of water had warmed them some. I try to quickly rinse the shampoo out that was stinging my eyes when I feel Tobias chest press against my back, his hands going to my hips as he pulls me flush against him.

　　“Not fair, I can’t see,” I told him. He pushed me back under the stream and I managed to get shampoo out and opening my eyes to Theo, who’s darkened eyes were watching me. I stepped back into Tobias, his hands going back to my hips. Theo’s fangs elongated. “You said you wouldn’t,” I gasped stumbling over my words. The way he looked at me was like a predator watching its prey.

　　“I won’t, your scent is just stronger from the steam. You don’t need to worry,” he says, reaching for me. I step closer, his hands take the place of Tobias’s as I’m lifted and forced to grab a hold of his shoulders to stop from falling backwards, and I wrap my legs around his waist. Theo’s lips crash into mine, making me moan out before I feel Tobias at my back, pressing into me, hot and cold. Tobias kisses my shoulder, letting go with one arm. I reach back and grab his hair pulling softly.

　　I hear him groan. His mouth nipping at my skin while his hands run over my ass cheeks and down my thighs that are secured around Theo’s waist. I could feel Theo’s erection standing tall. I wriggle down trying to get enough friction or get him to enter. Theo, realising what I want, loosens his grip so I slide down slightly. I feel his cock part my lips but not enter, which makes me groan into his shoulder.

　　“You want this?” he asks, thrusting upwards but still not entering. I feel Tobias push his warm body against my back and I lean back into him, my head rolling onto his shoulder as one arm goes around his neck. Tobias hands going to my nipples as he pinches and twists them between his fingers. Theo lips go to my neck as he thrusts inside me with one hard push. My walls instantly clamping down at the sudden pain of having to try and stretch around him. He holds still for a few seconds, letting my body to adjust and accommodate his size. Tobias starts sucking on my mark, my body instantly relaxing under his touch as pleasures builds inside me. Theo pulls out before slamming back into me.

　　I moan out and grip his shoulders with both hands, letting go of Tobias when Theo repeats the motion, moving faster. His hard cock slamming, into me making me moan out and my legs squeeze tighter around his hips. My stomach tightens, and I can feel my orgasm building. Theo’s face moves closer, and I feel him nip at my chin and the side of my lips before he kisses me hard, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth, his teeth grazing it. I can taste my own blood, but it is soon gone when his tongue plunges into my mouth. He groans against my lips. I feel Tobias hand moving along my ass before his fingers slide between my ass cheeks, pressing on the tight muscles of my ass. I moan at pressure my head falling into the crook of Theo’s neck as he continues to pound inside me.

　　“You like what Tobias is doing, Imogen?” I moan as his finger pushes inside me, all while Theo continues to thrust harder. Tobias pulls his finger out before adding another, he pulls them in and out slowly. Tobias lips move to my shoulder, his fingers playing with my ass, moving faster. I push back into him.

　　“Not yet, you’re not ready for that yet,” Tobias says, his lips moving to my mark as he continues his movements. My walls clench onto Theo’s cock, and he slows groaning before shoving his cock in harder and I’m shoved off the edge. My orgasm makes my walls clamp down on him, and I feel him twitch inside me as pleasure ripples through out my entire body. I feel Theo come inside me as his movements slow and I ride out my orgasm before I feel Tobias pull his fingers from me. My head slumped lazy on Theo’s shoulder as my arms drape lazily around his neck. My breathing is ragged, and my eyes start to close. I feel Theo’s flaccid cock pull out of me.

　　Tobias starts washing me and I eventually unlatch my legs from Theo’s waist and slide to my feet. We quickly shower, both of them helping me wash before I step out and grab a green towel off the towel rack, wrapping it around my body tightly. Walking into the bedroom, I sit on the bed. Theo destroyed what was left of my skirt the other day, and I couldn’t see my blouse anywhere. I sit on the edge of the bed, not having anything to put on. Theo walks into the closet and comes out with a pair of shorts on and a shirt in his hand. He walks over to me and pulls the shirt over my head and I quickly slip my arms in and removing the towel. I hang the towel up in the bathroom and follow them out of the bedroom.

　　Tobias walks down some stairs, and I find myself marvelling at the house. Its huge, its stone walls and exposed wooden beams on the roof give it a rustic feel. Walking down the staircase, I can see onto the floor below which has slate floors. I feel Theo’s hand on my shoulder steering me in the right direction as we step into a loungeroom with a huge fireplace. Bookshelves line the walls from floor to ceiling, on either side of the fireplace, and there is a fluffy grey rug and cushions sitting in front of the fireplace which is crackling and casting shadows throughout the room. It looks very cosy considering the size. Walking past the lounges, which are a soft brown fabric, I run my hand along the top of it, liking the feel of its fabric under my hand.

　　Theo steers me through another door which turns out to be a gallery style kitchen. It has brown cupboards and black marble benchtops and top of the line appliances. I sit on a stool at the island bench top in the centre of the kitchen. Tobias was rummaging in the stainless fridge. I rest my head on the cool benchtop. “Don’t fall asleep, Imogen, you need to eat,” Tobias says while walking over and brushing my hair that had fallen over my face. He leans down and kisses my cheek, chuckling to himself before going back to whatever task he was doing. I hear Theo pulling pots from the cupboard and look up.