Mating Rituals [Impulse 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Zara Chase

gurgle—a cross between a pant and a sigh—erupted in her throat.
    “Where do you feel your energy’s the strongest?” Tyrone asked.
    “My whole body’s buzzing. I feel like I could actually fly right now.”
    “That’s good. Now squeeze your pelvic muscles for me, sweetheart. Hold all that energy inside you. That’s a good girl. The butterfly’s landed right on your clit. Do you feel its gentle touch?”
    “Yes.”
    “Tell me what it’s like.”
    “It’s like I’m on fire.” Her breathing became more rapid as the pressure of her fingers increased. “It feels as though I’m on the outside watching all this happening to someone else.”
    “What does that other person look like?”
    “Sexy, wanton, unafraid to go after what she wants. All the things I’m not.”
    “But she is you, darlin’. Don’t you recognize those freckles across your own nose?”
    “No, I…yes…hell, I don’t know! Help me, please!”
    She was on the point of orgasm, but Tyrone wasn’t ready to let her come yet.
    “The butterfly’s taken off and left you.”
    “No!” She groaned long and loud. “Please, Tyrone, make it come back. I need the butterfly. I need the heat, the tingling. I need—”
    “Hmm, I know you do. But not quite yet.”
    She was alternately panting and begging, tears of frustration seeping from the corners of her closed eyes. Goose bumps had appeared on her dewy skin and she was trembling all over. Never before had Tyrone tried edging with a more responsive student. But they’d barely scratched the surface of her sensuality and Tyrone needed to teach her a little bit more about herself before he let her come.
    “The butterfly’s squeezed beneath your cunt. It’s touching your perineum.” Her fingers slid beneath her butt. “That soft, spongy area between your anus and cunt is part of the clit network, did you know that?”
    She shook her head. “No.”
    “Ah, not many people do. That’s why it gets neglected, but it’s actually a highly erogenous zone.” She squealed as her fingers explored. “The butterfly knows that even if you don’t.”
    Tyrone wanted to take his own clothes off and join in the fun. Problem was, she was so tempting that he didn’t trust himself not to fuck her senseless and prove to her with deeds rather than words just how appealing she actually was. He contented himself with touching his rigid shaft through the fabric of his shorts while he continued to torment Aisha. Kane would just have to fuck him later and get rid of the abiding itch he’d been fighting against ever since he’d started this game with Aisha.
    “I need…please, I want—”
    “Only beautiful people get what they want.” Tyrone smiled at the ease with which he could sway her. “Are you beautiful, Aisha?”
    “Yes.”
    “Do you love your body?”
    “Yes, I love everything about me.”
    “That pleases the butterfly. He’s back on your cunt. Slip some fingers inside yourself, darlin’. The butterfly’s landed hard on your clit, but he needs some help.”
    “Hmmm.”
    Her fingers worked frantically. Her head rotated from side to side, and her hair fell all over the place, obscuring Tyrone’s view of her features as he allowed her to get closer to orgasm. He heard Kane come in behind him but didn’t turn around.
    “Our mate has self-esteem issues,” he pheromoned.
    “You seem to be taking care of them.”
    “That’s the idea.”
    Kane stepped forward and glanced at Tyrone’s erection. “Looks like you might need some help with that thing later.”
    “Crossed my mind.”
    Kane leaned against the wall, arms crossed as he watched Tyrone finish what he’d started, marking Aisha with his unique orgasmic fingerprint without actually touching her.
    “The butterfly’s grazing your vulva with its wings. You feel that, Aisha?”
    “Yes.” She panted the response as her fingers increased their pressure.
    “Uh-oh, the butterfly’s gone again.”
    “No! No, please, I’m begging you.