“She’s not ready,” Carven muttered. “You have to make her wet.” Colt scowled and glanced at his brother. “For fuck’s sake,” Carven snapped, and looked away for a moment before he turned back. With a snarl, he strode forward, grabbed his twin gently behind his neck, and pushed his head down. “Eat her.” I shook my head as heat welled in my cheeks. “He doesn’t…” “Yes,” London answered coldly. “He does.” “You want to fuck, brother?” Carven’s eyes blazed. “Then you do it properly. You don’t get off until she gets off.”
