Double Onslaught II*

Waves of pleasure coursed through me, and I found myself moaning like a broken record. 

"Damon… Blaise… don't tease," I panted out weakly, trying to reach for them with my hands. They snickered and redoubled their efforts, making it difficult for me to string a coherent sentence. "I can't last…"

"Damon, do you think we can get her to cum thrice?" Blaise asked hopefully.

Damon snorted. "She would, but then apparently she doesn't want to come." He turned to address me, "You're not supposed to withhold your orgasms from us, your mates."

And as if to prove his point, he crooked his fingers just to press at that one sensitive spot inside me that had me seeing stars. He eagerly rubbed at it, while his other hand pinched my reddened clit. 

I wailed, the waves were cresting to a peak, and I just needed that little bit more―