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Guardian's Challenge

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by Green, Bronwyn


  “Do you like that?” Joseph asked. “Do you like the feel of his mouth on your pussy?”

  Neeve’s answer was an unintelligible moan punctuated by the rocking of her hips as she lifted them to meet Asher’s lips and tongue. Sliding his hand from her stomach, he traced her fluttering opening, tapping with the tip of his finger, as she demanded more. But he wasn’t ready to let her come yet.

  He caught sight of the tray next to the bed. Momentarily ceasing his ministrations, he grabbed everything but the clothes. Keeping the bottle near him, he deposited the tangle of metal on her belly. It quivered as a shiver worked though her.

  “Presents?” Joseph asked.

  Neeve shivered again as Asher held her still with his gaze.

  “I think so,” he answered.

  She struggled to lift her head and see what they were doing, but Joseph kept her firmly pinned in place. Cool chains were dragged over her skin, feeling like metallic snakes crawling across her over-sensitized body.

  “What is that?” she asked. “What are you doing?”

  Asher chuckled darkly. “I thought we’d discussed your need to learn patience.”

  She glared at him, gasping when he pinched her nipple sharply, and the tight squeeze of metal bit into her flesh. Dangly bits hung down, teasing the sensitive curve of the underside of her breast. He repeated the motion on the other side.

  “Gorgeous,” Joseph breathed, skimming his palm over the abused flesh. The contact was almost more than she could stand. Her nipples throbbed, but the pain quickly blossomed into a harsh kind of pleasure.

  “There’s a chain to connect them, but I think we’ll leave that off for now,” Asher murmured.

  “Are you sure?” Joseph asked.

  Asher held up something, out of her line of sight. “Right now, I’m more interested in this.”

  A harsh breath escaped Joseph as he stared at whatever it was Asher held. Trembling anxiety mixed with needy desire. She wanted whatever these men were willing to give her. Asher settled back between her legs again, spreading her pussy lips wide. The cool air chilled her heated flesh, but he quickly warmed it with his lips and tongue. He continued to avoid the place she most wanted his touch, circling her clit with the tip of his tongue but never touching it. Suddenly, he lifted his head. Without warning, he pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger, and she felt the sharp bite of metal there, too.

  She squirmed, trying to get some kind of relief, but the motion only sent more blood rushing to the area. Pain quickly blurred becoming pleasure, and she wanted more of the agonizing mix.

  Asher stared at her with an almost reverent expression on his face, but it was overshadowed by raw lust.

  “I want to see,” she managed to choke out.

  Asher crawled from the bed and lifted a polished metal mirror from the wall. He stood at the foot of the bed reflecting her image back to her. Her breath strangled in her throat as she caught sight of her reflection. Arms pinned above her head and her hair in a wild tangle over the pillow. Dark, engorged nipples sat atop her trembling breasts, decorated by silver wire clips, with tiny garnets dangling at the ends of fine silver chains. She barely noticed the scars around her right breast. For the first time since she’d been attacked, she felt almost beautiful. Of course, it didn’t hurt that both men stared at her with unsuppressed desire. She scanned lower, barely noticing her bruises and scrapes. Her attention was drawn to a matching clip around her straining clit. Whisker burn covered her inner thighs and sent a shiver through her as she recalled the sensation of Asher’s mouth on her.

  As she watched, Joseph lowered her head as brushed his lips over a nipple. The barest kiss had become a scorching caress as the clip heightened even the tiniest sensation. The sight of him pleasuring her sent a fresh rush of cream to coat her thighs.

  She didn’t love Joseph—not like she loved Asher—but she did care about him. And she desired him. At the moment, she desired him desperately. She wanted them both with a ferocity that shocked her.

  Joseph used his free hand to tease her other aching nipple. Lips, fingers, clamps—she couldn’t get enough. Each touch of his lips and fingers made her clench emptily, wishing for a cock to fill her. Wishing for Asher to fill her. For him to pound her into the bed.

  Her clit pulsed in its decorative cage as she watched hunger tighten his face. His eyes brightened with need, and his cock brushed his stomach, leaving a trail of pre-cum across the silky soft hair covering his belly. She swallowed hard as her mouth watered with the desire to take him between her lips. She knew better than to try though. He was clearly in charge of this encounter—and enjoying it immensely. Truth be told, so was she. There was something highly arousing about giving up all control to these two men. Something so raw that she ached with it.

  Asher set down the mirror and crawled between her spread legs, prowling toward her. Her belly clenched with anticipation as he dropped his head toward her pussy. His hot breath bathed her swollen flesh, sending shivers through her.

  He touched the tip of his tongue to her throbbing clit, and she nearly shot up off the mattress. She couldn’t remember it ever feeling as intense as it did now. He traced circles around it, enflaming her further. Tears of frustration squeezed from the corners of her eyes as she writhed. Perspiration dotted her skin as he brought her to the edge repeatedly then stopped, leaving her hanging, unable to find her release.

  “I can’t take any more,” she panted as he continued to stroke her clit.

  In lieu of a response, he slid a thick finger inside her, partially filling the emptiness. She clamped down on him as he pulled back.

  She couldn’t hold back the keening moan as he plunged forward again. At this rate the whole keep would know that she was having the most desperately needed sex of her life. Without warning, a slippery digit slid between her ass cheeks, unerringly finding the tight pucker and teasing it open.

  “Relax,” he murmured.

  Her internal muscles fluttered rapidly, the dark command in his voice shoving her that much closer to release. Slowly, he inserted a finger, gently pushing past the tight ring of muscle as he continued to lick her clit. Joseph caught her scream of surprise in his mouth, sealing his lips to hers.

  The sensations twisted within her, threatening to snap like an overly taut rope.

  Asher added another finger to her pussy and one to her ass, spreading them apart, no doubt stretching her for what was to come. Her muscles quivered, contracting around him as he pistoned in and out of her. She could feel his fingers thrusting and counterthrusting—working against each other as they pressed into her helpless body.

  Joseph trailed kisses from her lips to her ear. “How does it feel knowing we’re both going to be inside you? Filling you? Fucking you?”

  His harshly whispered words pushed her past the point of no return. The coiling knot of need within her snapped, spinning out of control like a child’s toy. Waves of swirling pleasure washed over her. Joseph pushed them higher, scraping his teeth across her nipple as she cried out her release.

  As her shuddering subsided, Joseph lifted his head, and Asher gently withdrew from her quivering body. He shifted, lying on his back and pulling her on top of him. His thick cock trapped between them, she slid along the length of it, spreading her juices over his velvety flesh. His eyes closed, and his breath hissed through his teeth as she repeated the motion.

  Just as suddenly, his eyes opened, and he pinned her with his brilliant green gaze. Gripping her hips, he stopped her motion, lifting her slightly as he prodded her tender opening. She took him inside her, the long slide agonizingly slow as she enveloped every inch, unable to look away from him. His face contorted in pleasure as he filled her.

  She remembered Joseph’s harshly whispered words, and a shiver racked her body. She was going to take both of them inside her. She’d seen it done at the temple, but she’d never imagined she’d be in this position.

  Joseph’s big, warm hand splayed across her back and gently pu
shed her to lie against Asher’s chest. Her nipples pebbled immediately, and his heart thundered against her. He smoothed his hands up and down her back, pausing every so often to skim over her bottom.

  Warm, slick fingers caressed her ass as Joseph finished preparing her to take him inside her. Her body was so full of Asher, she couldn’t imagine taking a second cock. Joseph slipped one finger, then another inside her, stroking in and out as he stretched her. His fingers slid against the thin barrier that separated him from the other man.

  Joseph added a third finger. She blinked back tears at the sharp sting of stretching muscles. As he worked them in and out of her body, she began to relax somewhat. The pain gave way to taut, sharp pleasure as she began to rock back and forth on Asher’s cock in time with the other man’s plunging fingers.

  Just as tension coiled again in her middle, Joseph withdrew. A few moments later, he was back, his slicked cock nudging at her opening. Slowly, he pressed forward, pushing against the tight ring of muscle. Her breath caught, and she started to panic. They were too big. She’d never be able to take them both.

  “Cariad,” Asher whispered, cupping her face and drawing her attention to him. “It’s all right. You can take us. I promise, we’re going to make you feel so good. Just focus on my voice and relax.”

  He slid his hands down her back and over her ass. Gently, he pulled on her cheeks, separating them, easing Joseph’s entry. Joseph continued forward, the head of his cock pushing past the opening. The pain dulled, but the pressure was intense. What would it be like when they began to move?

  All the while, Asher kept murmuring to her, telling her how good she felt around his cock, how beautiful she was. Finally, both men were lodged within her as deeply as they could go, and all movement ceased. She assumed they were giving her a chance to become accustomed to their invasion. It didn’t take long for the discomfort to turn to restlessness, and she began to squirm between them.

  Joseph groaned, and she felt him flex within her. She clamped down on his cock, and his groan became a gasp.

  “I can’t stay still much longer.” His words fell in harsh puffs against her back, raising goose bumps on her skin.

  For a brief moment, Asher’s gaze left hers, and he nodded at the other man. “Gently,” was the only thing he said.

  Joseph slowly withdrew before carefully pushing back in, his fingertips biting into her hips. The sensuous friction sent shudders through her body, and she wanted more. She wanted Asher moving, too.

  Gazing down at him, she looked into his eyes.

  “Please.” It was the only word she could choke out, but he seemed to understand nonetheless.

  Lifting his hips, he pushed into her as the other man withdrew. They fell into a rhythm of advancing and retreating, taking turns filling her passages, one after the other, relentless in their possession of her. She could feel their cocks sliding against each other within her, mercilessly fucking her as their speed increased.

  Her release built in her middle as their now sweat-slicked bodies ground against one another. Joseph reached around with one hand and toyed with her nipple, teasing the nearly painfully erect bud with his fingertips. The beads at the ends of the clamps bounced wildly against her breasts as the men pounded into her. With each thrust their speed increased, and their rhythm faltered, becoming more desperate. Now, they were both slamming into her simultaneously.

  She loved it. Two cocks plunging in and out of her at once, filling her until she couldn’t keep from crying out. Joseph’s lips skimmed her back while Asher brushed his thumbs across her nipples, sending bolts of agonized pleasure throughout her body. Helpless to do anything other than feel, she let herself be washed away on a tide of sensation. Raw need coiled within her, the sensation of their cocks sliding against one another, within her, caused her internal muscles to ripple around them.

  Asher groaned her name as he continued to shaft her. He dragged a fingertip through the valley of her breasts, down her stomach to tease her clit. It throbbed beneath his touch. “You’re so beautiful, cariad. So tight around us.”

  She knew he continued to speak, but the individual words were lost as the men continued to push her up the steep slope toward release. Joseph reached around and cupped her breasts, rolling her nipples. She arched into his touch while Asher stroked her clit. She was so close.

  She stared down at Asher, his eyes bright and fixed on hers. The lust there was unmistakable, but for the briefest of moments, there seemed to be something more. Her heart stuttered, and she had to look away. If she thought for a minute that he might feel something more than desire for her, it would be impossible to leave him again.

  She glanced back at him. The vulnerable look in his eyes had vanished—if it had ever truly been there in the first place. His gaze shifted, and he looked past her, to Joseph she supposed. Without warning, Joseph removed the clips on her nipples while Asher took the other one off her clit. Blood rushed back, thundering back into the abused areas. A strangled cry escaped her lips, and both men pounded into her faster.

  Thought was replaced by sensation as their cocks plunged deeper, taking her faster, fucking her harder. The release that threatened broke free, drowning her in sensation. Her internal muscles contracted hard, pulsing and gripping both men until they could barely move through her spasming tissues.

  Still cupping her breasts, Joseph thrust twice more before he groaned and slumped against her back filling her with scalding spurts of cum. Asher pushed into her from beneath, his eyes falling shut as he gasped her name and came in an eruption of hot, thick fluid. She collapsed against his chest, his heartbeat hammering against hers and Joseph’s thudding against her back.

  Asher smoothed Neeve’s sweat-dampened hair off her face as her breath came in shuttering puffs against his chest. Her eyes drifted shut, and for a moment, he thought she might have fallen asleep. But slowly she opened them, pinning him with her warm, brown gaze. How had he ever thought he’d get enough of her? It wouldn’t happen. Not in this lifetime. Maybe not even the next. No, Neeve was his.

  She flinched as Joseph carefully withdrew then tugged the sheet over them. He washed briefly before pulling on his braes.

  “I’m going to see about having another tub of water sent up.”

  Neeve looked at him and smiled gratefully. “Thank you.”

  As the other man disappeared from the room, she turned her attention back to Asher.

  “Are you all right?” he asked.

  “I’m fine. A little sore, but I’m not complaining.” She glanced down at a gash on his chest. He must have gotten in during the wreck. The bleeding had long since stopped, but it was red and angry. She placed her hand over it and closed her eyes. A golden glow formed around her hand and tingling warmth seeped into his skin, penetrating his muscle before spreading throughout his body.

  He stretched beneath her. He couldn’t remember the last time, he’d felt this good. The influx of healing energy seemed to flow to all of his injured spots. Slowly, she lifted her hand to reveal a pink scar. It looked months healed. Not minutes. Lowering her head, she placed a tender kiss on the slightly raised skin before meeting his gaze again.

  He lifted her chin and turned her head to the side, inspecting the wicked looking bruise on her temple. It looked even worse in the light of day.

  “Can you—” he started to ask, but she shook her head.

  “It doesn’t work that way—at least not for me. I can’t heal myself.” She placed another kiss on his chest. “I’m sorry. I should have tended to both you and Joseph last night.”

  “You were exhausted. Besides, you’re here to heal the children—not us.”

  A sweet smile curved her lips. “And you two distracted me this morning.”

  He cupped his hand around the back of her neck and drew her forward. He captured her mouth, pouring all of the words he couldn’t express into the kiss. She speared her fingers through his hair and swept her tongue into his mouth, tasting him deeply.

  He
gathered her in his arms and rolled her beneath him. “You’re amazing. I can’t get enough of you.”

  Her cheeks colored and she shook her head. “I have a feeling you could find plenty of willing women to fuck you and Joseph.”

  “There’s only one I want.”

  “Asher—”

  The opening door interrupted her, and she turned. Joseph had returned with a tub and an army of servants bearing hot water.

  “Tyr and Alarik are preparing a feast in your honor,” he said to Neeve. “We’re expected in the great hall as soon as possible.”

  As soon as the servants left the room, Neeve pushed Asher off her and crossed the room to stand in front of Joseph. His gaze softened as he looked at her, and Asher had to tamp down the spurt of jealousy that flared to life in his chest. Taking his forearm between her hands, she closed her eyes and sent healing energy into his body. Joseph watched wide-eyed as his cuts healed and his bruises faded.

  “Thank you.” His gaze lifted to hers and he pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. “Now, into the tub with you.”

  Though Asher wanted to finish their conversation, he didn’t want to do it with an audience. Telling her the truth about how he felt would have to wait.

  Chapter Six

  Asher slipped his arm around Neeve’s waist as they made their way into the great hall wearing the clothing Tyr and Alarik had provided for them. Neeve smiled as they entered the bustling room, but it didn’t reach her eyes.

  He lowered his head, his lips brushing her ear. “What is it?”

  Her smile faltered as her gaze flitted over the room. “I’m just anxious to get home.”

  He wanted to ask her if she meant Maelgwn or wherever she’d disappeared to, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to hear the answer. And this wasn’t the right place to convince her to change her mind.

  One of the keep’s servants met them at the door and led them to the head table where the rulers sat with their children. Dark smudges still circled the boys’ eyes, and it was apparent they’d been ill, but they no longer looked to be hovering within death’s grasp.

 

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