Now, I wasn’t a virgin, but I grew up in a household where sex was not discussed and where the birth of cousins and siblings was treated like spontaneous generation. So while I wasn’t a prude by any means, the place Raynor, Grim and I were headed was uncharted territory.

For me.

These guys, from the loaded glances and subtle gestures, knew what they were doing, and I wasn't sure if I should be jealous or grateful.

As if he could hear my thoughts, Raynor focused on me. With gentle fingers, he swept my hair away from my face and kissed me. Lips firm, tongue delving inside my mouth, he mastered me. My eyelids fluttered closed, enhancing each sensation. His mouth was cool, like he’d been drinking ice water before kissing me, and I shivered. At the same time, a cool hand tucked beneath me, urging me upward. Grim slid behind me and a different set of lips touched my skin. The hair Raynor tucked behind my ear was flicked forward, and Raynor chuckled.

“Grim,” he warned. I opened my eyes, trying not to smile.

“I’m really enjoying all the kissing, but if you want to pick a fight with each other, I can wait outside.”

The offending twin stiffened behind me, his arm wrapping over my collarbones, drawing me back. Breath tickled my ear, and I twisted my head toward him to kiss the shell of his ear.

“Let’s go back to kissing then,” Grim whispered and lightly bit my lobe. His tongue swept over the tiny pinch he gave me.

Not willing to be left out, Raynor grasped my chin, holding me steady to return to my mouth. Grim had left my ear to suck the skin of my neck. He shifted. Worried he was going to leave, I reached behind me, wrapping an arm around his lower back to pull him hard against me. With a groan, he arched into me, and I felt him, long and impossibly hard, against my butt.

All at once, my body overheated. Raynor devoured me, tongue swirling around mine, lips moving, sucking, pursing. All his intensity was solely on me, and Grim, my laughing, joking man, worked in tandem with his twin. When one relented, the other escalated.

Grim’s hands scaled my body, tracing my curves, sneaking beneath my clothes. The light, grazing touches felt like an extension of Raynor’s kiss. They were the waves that lapped my body while the cold ocean stole my breath.

Eventually though, Grim’s touch became firmer, and the clothes he’d been content to push out of the way, seemed to hinder him. He growled, reaching for my shirt and tugging it over my head. His vehemence caught me off guard, and I jerked back.

“Careful!” Raynor ground out, before the word cut off. He stared at me, eyes roving from my neck down to my breasts and stomach.

Grim’s chest felt cool against my back. His rough hand smoothed from my ribs around to my stomach and dipped under my pants. Raynor’s eyes flashed white, but he held as still as a statue. Shoulders heaving, he stared at me while Grim’s long fingers parted my folds.

“So warm,” Grim whispered, and Raynor swallowed.

Grim’s fingers, wet from my arousal, trailed upward, circling my clit with languorous strokes. My head fell back, eyes closing, the breath leaving my body again when Grim bit down on my neck. I pushed back, rubbing myself against the ridge in his pants.

With a rending, Raynor tore my pants off, while simultaneously, Grim dragged me back, knees hooking with my own to spread me wide open. Raynor moved fast, lowering himself to his stomach. His lips touched the inside of my thigh, and he breathed in. At the same time, Grim’s fingers continued their sensuous motion, and my body bowed.

Through long black lashes, Raynor peered at me. A slow smile touched his lips before he dropped his head and licked me, tongue circling my entrance before spearing inside me with hard, thick thrusts.

I cried out, and Grim grasped my chin, twisting my head so he could kiss me, swallowing any sound I made. His fingers left my clit, drawing over my stomach and leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. I was on fire, but Raynor and Grim’s magic cooled their bodies. It was like the bite of frost on a spring morning.

Grim cupped my breasts, massaging and lightly pinching my nipples between his fingers. Raynor took advantage of my distraction. His hands held me tight, pushing me open even wider while his tongue glided along my folds, tasting and nibbling. He blew a cold breath of air across my clit, and I nearly came off the bed. Grim’s fingers squeezed harder, and then Raynor pulled that small fleshy nubbin into his mouth, sucking hard.

I came with a cry, a blast of icy wind surrounding me like a vortex before exploding. Snowflakes landed on my eyelashes and cheeks, and I reached up, catching them on my hand. For a moment, they stayed as they were, perfect and unique, before melting and dripping down my palm.

Grim continued to knead my breasts while Raynor kissed his way to my stomach, nibbling across my hip. I reached for him with damp hands, holding his face and tugging gently so we could be face-to-face. I could still feel Grim, a small wet spot at my back evidence of his arousal. Raynor’s cock stood erect, the tip leaking clear fluid.

Wondering if Grim was suffering as well, I wriggled between them, lifting onto my knees to face the twins. They’d taken advantage of my distraction to shed their clothes. We stared at each other in wonder. They were unique, and utterly beautiful. Their pale skin gleamed like it was dusted with snow. I thought back to when I first met them, how I’d needed the scar above Raynor’s eye to tell the two apart, but not anymore. If it had been dark, I think I could have felt the difference. Raynor was tightly coiled, stoic. Whereas Grim was strength wrapped in joy. He smiled at me, his hand drifting toward his cock and encircling it. As I watched hypnotized, he dragged his fist down the length and back up. Without thinking, I reached for him, wanting to know if he was as smooth as he looked.

The first clasp of my hand had Grim moaning, and, not wanting to leave Raynor out, I immediately reached for him. Soon the cabin was filled with the long, low groans of my men. A trail of pre-cum dripped down my hand, and reflexively, I bent down to catch it, licking it off my skin before tonguing Raynor’s slit.

“Betha!” he cried out, and I sucked him into my mouth. Coordination was never my strong suit, but I had determination on my side. Using one hand on Grim, I worked Raynor with my mouth. His hands cupped my face, smoothing my hair back, keeping me steady as I bobbed along his length.

Raynor flexed, and his tip touched the back of my throat. I held him there, swallowing around him. “Your mouth,” he groaned, and a second later, I heard Grim echo that groan.

Grim’s hand touched mine, uncurling my fingers. I let Raynor pop free of my mouth, glancing over at his brother in confusion. With a loaded smile, Grim moved behind me, pressing a hand against the small of my back, urging me to lean forward while he positioned himself at my entrance. The idea of sucking off Raynor while Grim fucked me from behind, made my pussy clench with anticipation.

Holding himself there, tip poised at my entrance, it seemed Grim was waiting for something. The smooth mushroomed head of Raynor’s cock touched my lips, and I opened, twirling my tongue around the head before pushing down as far as I could get him. Simultaneously, Grim thrust into me with a grunt, hips slapping mine to force me forward. I choked a little, and Raynor immediately drew back, but I reached for him, using my hand to make up for the length I couldn’t fit in my mouth.

We found a rhythm. Grim pumped into me, one hand resting on my hip to steady himself, the other reaching around my belly and to my clit, where he held two fingers. The motion of my body rubbed his fingers against me. I rocked my hips back and forth, letting the natural momentum work my mouth along Raynor’s cock.

The twins overpowered every sense I had. Their scent, woodsy and biting, surrounded me with every breath, and their voices, one hoarse, the other smooth, moaned and grunted in tandem with my own breathy gasps.

My body was no longer under my control. They ruled it. Raynor reached for my breasts, tweaking my nipples as he fed me his cock while Grim continued the long slide in and out of my body.

“Grim,” Raynor’s voice was tight.

“Right there,” his brother answered. “She’s right there. So tight, and she just got so much wetter. You like that, Betha. You like when we talk about how you feel. How wet you are. How much you love having my brother in your mouth while I take you.”

I did. I loved it, and his words pushed me over the edge. This orgasm was different than the first. It went on and on, wrapping around the twins and wrenching them into the storm of sensation.

Fire and ice dueled; Raynor erupted in my mouth and I swallowed, over and over, trying to catch every last glacial drop. Behind me, Grim shuddered and jerked, filling me up until his head fell to my back, and his breath drifted across me like an arctic wind. It was the perfect match to the fire raging in my veins. All at once it was doused, and the breath left me, pouring out of me like steam.

“Oh no.” Raynor’s voice seemed far away as the cold threatened to encase me. Blue eyes filled my vision, and for the first time, I couldn’t tell whose worried gaze held mine.

“Don’t go to sleep,” the smooth voice demanded. Grim.

I waved him away. I was so comfortable. The air, which had been comfortably chilly, continued to cool, and from a distance, I could hear the snap and crack of ice creeping along the surface of the windows and cabin.

“Betha.” Someone shook me hard and my head flopped like a rag doll’s. “Stay awake.”

But I couldn’t. Oblivion tempted me, and my eyes shut even when the anxious and frightened voices of the men I loved urged me to open them.