Gabrielle smiled triumphantly from where she was slumped against Fleur’s body. She could feel her sister struggling. Continuing to smile, she wasn’t going to let Fleur touch her just yet.
Leaning forward, she slid her body down Fleur’s. Keeping her legs spread wide, she dragged her soaked folds over Fleur’s chest and down to her tummy. Once there, she began to rub herself on Fleur’s soft skin leaving a trail of wetness.
The move was very feline in nature and was something she only did when she was very excited. Gabrielle often fought the most animalistic aspects of her Veela side, but she couldn’t in this case. Subconsciously, she wanted any of those wanting to mate with Fleur to catch her scent on her sister first.
She could hear the sound of her wet flesh as some of her arousal seeped out to pool in the small fold of Fleur’s tummy. Moving down like that had left Fleur’s hands free to do whatever she wanted with them.