Clary felt Sebastian's tongue slip between her vaginal folds. She gasped, sobs spilling from her mouth as he plundered her moist, warming center. She felt Jace's calloused hand against her cheek, wiping the tears from her face.
"Sebastian and I are sick of our father's games," he whispered against her cheek. "We realized that we could both have what we wanted." Seeing her eyes grow wide with fear and understanding, he nodded, "Yes, Clary, we both want you withering beneath us. We are going to take good care of you, my love."
Clary trembled under their touches, hopelessly trapped underneath.