They wanted to know where I wanted their marks. Alistair and Daemon hadn’t asked where I wanted their marks. They’d just done it. The thought of them being so consumed by their need for me that they couldn’t control where to bite me—that they just had to bite me—struck a twisted little chord inside me. But the twins asking me? Maintaining enough control that my opinion on the matter was their first priority? It had my orgasm exploding through me before I could barely comprehend it.
