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He fondled her breast with his hand, kneading and massaging it as he drank. The way she arched her back and moaned let him know she liked what he was doing.

But what about Spike?

Peyton’s lips came off the hucow’s nipple with a wet pop, and a good amount of her milk trickled down the underside of her breast and spilled onto the bed. They were going to have some laundry to do later. They were going to make an even bigger mess of Roscoe’s sheets before they were through, and the grumpy old bull wouldn’t be happy about that, to put it mildly.

Right now, though, it wasn’t Roscoe he was worried about. It was Spike. The crazy bastard was just standing at the foot of the bed with a smirk on his face and a massive hard on in his britches.

“Are you just gonna stand there and watch, or are you gonna help me milk this here hucow? She’s got two teats, you know. And I’ve only got one mouth.”

Spike just shrugged. “I can’t. My promise, remember?”

“Aw, stuff your promise,” Peyton growled. “Tess is hurting, brother. Now get over here and help me milk this little hucow before I whoop your ass.”

Spike snorted. “I’d like to see you try, little brother. And you ought to watch your language around the lady.”

“If you’re such a gentleman, you surely wouldn’t refuse a lady in need.” He looked at the hucow again. “You do need him, don’t you, Miss Tess?”

She nodded.

“I do,” she said, blushing hard. “I need both of you. Please…”

Her voice was so sweet and desperate sounding, Peyton could have died. He knew there was no way his brother could resist that voice, and sure enough, after a second Spike let out a sigh of resignation and went around to the other side of the bed across from Peyton. Then, together, they lowered their faces to the hucow’s chest and went to work on her.

CHAPTER 16

Tess settled back onto the featherbed with a low, quivering moan.

The minotaurs were drinking from her, both of them at the same time, and it felt amazing. What Spike had done to her yesterday morning had felt amazing too, but this was even better, because now she had two mouths on her, two sets of soft lips, two warm, wet tongues. She ran her fingers through the thick, wooly fur surrounding the bisonmen’s huge heads and listened to their horns clacking softly each time one of them turned his head a little.

Brothers, Tess thought. They are brothers, and they are sharing my body.

Her face flushed with shame and excitement. What they were doing was so wrong, so dirty, but it felt so good. Her milk was flowing freely now, coming out of her in gentle, steady pulsations that matched the rhythm of the minotaurs’ sucking mouths. The really big explosion had yet to occur, but it wouldn’t be much longer now. Tess could feel that delicious tension steadily building inside of her.

The brothers’ hands were sliding over her body, Spike’s on one side and Peyton’s on the other. Tess had a sheet covering her lower body, but she could feel the warmth of those big, strong hands through the thin fabric. The way they swept their palms along her open thighs made her tremble and gasp with pleasure.

It was Peyton who first reached her center and discovered the wet spot her arousal had made.

The young minotaur lifted his head from her chest, his eyes wide with amazement behind the round lenses of his spectacles. He looked at her for a few seconds as he continued to stroke her through wet fabric, then he turned to his brother, who was still drinking.

“Spike, you’ve got to feel this. Our little hucow is sopping wet down there.”

Spike drew his lips off her and looked. Even though she was covered by the sheet, Tess felt extremely vulnerable with two sets of eyes aimed between her legs. She started to bring her knees together, but the brothers stopped her, Peyton holding one of her thighs, Spike the other. They weren’t rough about it, but they were both so strong it didn’t take much for them to hold her open.

“Don’t be afraid, little hucow,” Spike rumbled softly. “We’re not going to hurt you.”

It wasn’t pain Tess was worried about. It was pleasure. She knew the bisonmen would never try to hurt her. They only wanted to make her feel good. The problem was, once they started, Tess feared she wouldn’t want them ever to stop.

Spike slowly slid his hand up her thigh again, and this time, she didn’t try to close her legs. When his fingertips finally reached her center and felt the big wet spot on the sheet, he let out a deep, hungry groan.

“You weren’t kidding, Peyton. She’s completely drenched.”

Tess mewled softly as the bisonman rubbed her deeply through the bedsheet, stroking the cleft of her sex through the damp fabric. His fingertip found her entrance and pressed against it, not quite pushing inside, but almost. Tess whimpered at that.

“You like being touched down there, don’t you? I remember that from yesterday.”

The previous morning, Spike had bathed her in the river, and he had brought her to climax with a finger between her legs. Before that, they had done other things too. He had milked her, and she had milked him. She had tasted his seed, and they had kissed. She had blurted that out a few minutes ago in front of Peyton. Not all of it, but a lot.

She’d been surprised that Peyton hadn’t already known about that. She had thought perhaps Spike would have told him yesterday after she had gone to bed. It seemed natural for a man to brag about that sort of thing, but Spike was no braggart. Nor was he a man, for that matter. He was a gentlebison, and he had kept the events of yesterday morning to himself.