I gasped at the sudden boom and stroke of Hywel's voice in my head, but Laszlo didn't so much as flinch, his kisses trailing halfway up my throat and then back down to the slope of my shoulder. It worked, I thought. Hywel had woken. Laszlo was cupping and rolling my breasts in his hands, nipples caught between his knuckles, and Hywel was dripping arousal onto my nightdress. I squirmed between one enormous, wriggling cockhead and Laszlo's hips. Laszlo, Hywel growled. "You didn't share, why should I?" Laszlo rasped into my skin, but he sighed as Hywel snarled again, tail thumping and crashing
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