...Garde sat on the armrest of his brother’s black sofa and earned a look from his twin. He undid the leather band holding his long hair and braids, the tiny seashells tinkling like ocean chimes. “Your dress and underwear should be ready in a few minutes.”

“I appreciate it. I’m sorry if I ruined the mood back at the cave.”

“You didn’t. But it’s been a long time since I spent the night on the rocks.”

“You make it sound as though you’re an old man. You can’t be over thirty-two or thirty-three at most.” She eyed the strong column of his throat, the faint crinkle lines around his eyes. Dolphine were a long-lived race of sea folk. He could be anywhere from thirty to ninety years old in chronological age. His twin Gavin also had lines around his eyes, but they were fainter and fewer. Merfolk retained their youthful good looks until very old, and seldom looked their actual age.

She dipped the tip of her finger in the wine and rubbed it along the glass rim before taking a sip. Sweet. Gavin frowned, his gaze directed toward his twin. She suspected they were communicating again in silence. For a second, she thought she saw the Garde shrug, but figured she must be mistaken when he rose from the sofa’s arm to take the wine glass from her. He slid his forefinger into the liquid and then, using the same finger, traced the contour of her lips.

Jill shuddered at the sensuality of the act. She opened her mouth and sucked his finger, tasting the tartness of the white wine and his own unique essence—primal male, salty and a little spicy. Not too much for her. Garde pulled his finger from her lips, set the glass on the coffee table, and fisted his left hand in her hair. He drew her closer.

Warmth spread, tingling her skin, as Garde’s mouth descended on hers. The solid presence of his twin pressed against her back. Gavin pulled away the edges of the short, borrowed robe she wore and let it fall to the floor. He gripped the soft half globes of her cheeks and squeezed. Fire lit the spark—now she knew true hunger.

Her tongue twined, tasting, testing, fighting Garde for control, while his other hand cupped a breast. The weight behind her disappeared only to return moments later. A very naked Gavin pressed his cock between the cheeks of her ass, rubbing her tight rosette without entering.

Garde slid his left hand down her body to tweak and massage her clit, while his right hand continued to hold the back of her head steady for his devouring kiss. Garde then pushed two fingers inside her pussy. She arched her back, a moan caught in her throat.

Both men demanded her surrender. The need built until she thought she’d go mad. Garde’s fist in her hair untangled its hold and his mouth left hers. He withdrew his fingers from her slippery folds and sucked them into his mouth, his eyes never leaving hers, the midnight blue irises nearly black.

Sweet Neptune! Her entire body tingled, electrified by his actions, his hands, his voice.

“Do you give yourself willingly?”

She heard the deep hunger in Gavin’s voice as he asked the question, his breath hot on her neck. “Yes.”

“Be our obedient sexual…playmate…for the night?” Garde clarified, letting her know they indulged a taste for power exchange. His eyes penetrated her, his mental “voice” whispered dark enticements and untold pleasure.

She sensed sea magick, very faint. Projected full strength, the rolling waves crashed over any inhibitions. A human woman wouldn’t stand a chance against the brothers’ honed skills or enchantment. Even so, their combined magick intoxicated her senses. Willing? Oh, she was plenty willing.

“I’m here aren’t I?” she challenged, her body trembling with anticipation.

“Yes, you are. And now you’ve given your consent, you belong to us.” Without warning, Gavin scooped her up into his arms and carried her into his bedroom. He placed her on the bed, nodded to his brother, and reached into the nightstand, removing four separate lengths of rope. He tossed two of the sections of rope to his twin at the foot of the bed.