by Sophie Oak
“That’s what I want, a chumann. That’s my woman.” Lach kissed her ear and played in her pussy, the intimacy causing her to nestle close to him. This was what had made Kaja moan. The fact that there didn’t have to be boundaries between a wife and her husbands. There was a beautiful freedom that came with love, that opened all doors.
“Do I really just send my thoughts out?” She leaned back into him, not fighting now. She wanted what he could give her.
Shim’s hands were on the bottom of her pants. He tugged and she didn’t protest. She was with her husbands. It wasn’t wrong. “You are so loud, love. And you don’t just send thoughts out. You pull power when you want to.”
She sat straight up as Shim gave her pants a firm pull. “That’s how I called fire. It was because of you.”
He tugged and managed to get the trousers to her knees. “Yes, love. You pulled it from me and made things go quite haywire on my end.”
Lach’s tongue licked along the shell of her ear. “Everyone thought he would burn the palace down. Luckily it’s mostly stone.”
Shim gave her pants a final pull and then tossed them to the side. He held her ankles in his hands. “Every time you felt truly threatened, you pulled it from me, though it’s become stronger as we’ve gotten older. This last time was hard to control.”
“When the guards were trying to kill Ove?” It was the last time she’d felt the fire. She remembered that she’d wanted a way to defend the brownie, and she had known she could call on fire.
Shim sat back, staring at the juncture of her thighs where Lach’s fingers played in her pussy. “Yesterday. You pulled power from me and it almost destroyed the farm we were staying at. Gods, you have a beautiful pussy.”
“Shim, we need to figure this out. I don’t want to destroy a farm the next time I feel a little threatened.” But it was hard to think. Her pussy was swelling under Lach’s hands. He seemed to know just how to touch her.
“No, we don’t. Not tonight.” Shim stood. “Tonight is for us. Let’s get her back to our camp. I didn’t set all of that stuff up so we could fuck her in the grass.”
She gasped as Lach pulled his hands away.
Shim reached down and pulled her up. She was still wearing her shirt.
“Take it off. I want to see your breasts.” Shim proved he could be demanding, too.
Lach moved to stand beside his brother. He was licking his fingers, sucking them into his mouth. He was tasting the juice from her pussy. She had to watch him. He licked his fingers clean.
“I said take your shirt off. Bronwyn, I won’t let you take me less seriously than Lach. You have two seconds to get that shirt off or I’ll be the one spanking you.”
She pulled her shirt over her head as fast as she could. Not because she was worried about the spanking, but she understood what Shim represented. The emotional half of the man. The sweet part. The intellectual half. She never wanted him to think she didn’t respect him, didn’t want his passion.
She tossed the shirt away. They would find it and make sure she had it to wear tomorrow because their whole lives were about her.
Shim growled a little. His hands came up to cup her breasts. “That’s what I want.”
She stood naked in front of them, completely aware that she was standing in the forest without a stitch on. Cool air made her nipples peak.
Shim reached out. “This is my night. Lach can spank you all he likes, but my cock is going to be inside you tonight.”
“It’s my first blood.” Lach put his hands on her shoulder, his fingers tracing the line of her neck. “But don’t think I won’t get inside you, too.”
Her whole body softened at the thought of having them both. She wasn’t a simpleton. She knew what it meant. One cock would find her pussy and the other would be in her mouth or her ass. And she wanted to try it all.
Lach’s hands traced her curves from behind while Shim crowded her front. She was trapped between them, her every cell aware of how little stood between her and two cocks. Shim’s long, dark hair brushed her nipples, a soft cloud nestling against her.
“Touch me, love.” He reached down and brought her hands up to his hair where it was pulled together in a long queue, held by a leather tie. “Take my hair down.”
It was a sidhe ritual, the taking down of a warrior’s hair before going to bed. Bron’s hands shook a little. They hadn’t done this the first time due to necessity and the fever pitch of it all. This time was more deliberate. This time felt real. She pulled the tie at Shim’s neck and his hair fell free, spilling across his shoulders and halfway down his chest. Shim’s hair was an ebony waterfall. Bron let her hands wander through the silky stuff. The beauty of his hair did nothing to take away from his masculinity, rather it sharpened and defined it.
Shim looked down at her, his face now framed by his hair. It was something only his wife would see. Everywhere else the glory of that hair would be hidden in his formal queue. This was for her. Hers to see, to touch, to wash and dress.
A wild wave of possessiveness clutched at her. They were hers. No one else’s. No other woman would touch them or know their beauty inside and out.
“Yes.” Shim pressed his pelvis to hers, holding their hips together. “That’s how we feel. Ours. But Bron, it wouldn’t have mattered if a thousand men had touched you. You would still be ours. We would still want you.”
She laughed, thinking of the few times she’d come close to some man taking advantage of her. That was when she’d felt the fire first spark in her hands. “You were there to protect me.”
“Always.” His mouth hovered right over hers, lips brushing in a butterfly kiss. “I was always there. Sometimes I was with you more than I was in my own life.”
“I worried he was fading a few times.” Lach kissed her neck. “He would just lie there. He was trying to feel you.”
They had reached out across the planes. She tilted her head up to take Shim’s kiss. She went on her tiptoes. “I can’t imagine I was doing anything interesting. Everything good that happened to me, happened at night in my dreams. I couldn’t wait for the day to be done so I could close my eyes and live my real life.”
Shim finally pressed his lips to hers and kissed her mouth. Where Lach dominated, Shim cajoled, his lips playing against hers, tongue peeking out in a dance of seduction. He held her head in his hands and thrust his tongue deep, caressing hers in a silky glide.
Over and over he took her mouth, teaching her how he liked to kiss. Learning it himself. She could feel his wonder at tasting her. She was his great adventure. And he wanted his hands on her.
She pulled at his tunic, tugging it free of his belt, and finally found what she wanted, soft skin over hard muscle. Shim was a work of art. She felt the ridges of his stomach and the deep notches at his hips. She explored the way his chest tapered to a lean waist.
“That’s it, love. Gods, Shim, with her here I can feel what she’s doing to you. Open yourself. Send it all out.” Lach pressed his cock against the seam of her ass.
Longing swamped her. Desire. Want. Need. It came at her from all sides, filling her brain with images of what they wanted.
Her in between them, taking everything they had. They would fill her pussy and ass with cock and ride her until they’d spent every ounce of cum they had. They wanted her filled with their cocks and their cum. They wanted her desperate for them, as desperate as they were for her.
Shim pulled back and reached for her hand. “Come along. Unlike my brother, I want my comforts. Lach would shove you to the ground, but I have something else in mind.”
“I would,” Lach admitted. “Or I saw a very nice tree I could toss her up against if she didn’t like the ground. He’s a bit prissy. He needs a bed.”
Though the thought of Lach’s passion did things to her insides, she was going with Shim on this one.
He led her a short ways through the forest, the silvery moon lighting the way. She saw the glow of candles before they entered the small clearing
.
There was a bed, one of several Roan had brought in small packs. Vampire technology sometimes seemed a bit like magic to Bron. The bed had been a small cube no bigger than the palm of her hand, but when the right command was given, it turned into a comfortable place to sleep. Shim had set up several torches to approximate candlelight. Her eyes misted when she saw the shamrocks and marigolds and Saint-John’s-wort strewn on the bed. A proper bedding to ensure a long marriage.
Yes, Lach might shove her against a tree because he couldn’t stand to not be inside her, but Shim wanted all the trappings. Even on the run, he’d tried to make things beautiful for her.
It was right there on the tip of her tongue to say “I love you,” but she held back. She couldn’t. Not with so much left unresolved between them. “Thank you.”
His eyes closed and she was sure he’d heard her thoughts, felt her hesitation. But he smiled down at her. “You’re welcome, love. Now undress your husbands.”
She wouldn’t fight him on that. He was her husband. Lach was her husband. She didn’t remember the moment she’d bonded with them, but it had happened all the same. The connection was undeniable.
She pulled Shim’s shirt overhead and laid it to the side, then did the same for Lach.
“On your knees,” Lach commanded. “We both need some attention before we take care of you. I watched females in my cousin’s club kiss their lovers’ cocks and pleasure them with their mouths. I want to do this. I want to fuck your mouth, Bronwyn.”
His face was tight as though he was a little worried she would reject the idea, but Bron got to her knees. She remembered how he’d tongued her pussy and licked her until she’d come. She wanted to give him the same pleasure.
She undid the tie of his pants. Lach and Shim stood side by side. She undressed them, handling trousers and boots and putting them away until both her men stood in their full glory. Two magnificent bodies. She felt small on her knees, her men staring down at her. Small and protected and desired.
“Touch me, Bron.” Shim had a hand on his cock. “Touch me here while you suck on Lachlan.”
She placed her hand on Shim’s cock. It was long and thick, so thick she could barely grasp it in one hand.
“Tighter. I won’t break. Rub me.” Shim’s hips pumped a little.
She pulled on his cock, surprised at how soft the skin was. She ran her hand up and down, satisfied with the way he sighed. His pleasure hummed in her brain.
And Lach’s impatience was a palpable thing.
“Now, Bronwyn.”
She leaned forward, licked at his cock. She started at the base and ran her tongue along the stalk all the way to the bulbous head. Warm, pearly liquid seeped from his cockhead. Cum. She tasted it. Salty and so masculine if a taste could have a gender. She worried the tiny slit with her tongue, wanting more.
“You’re a dangerous woman.” Lach put a hand on her head. “Now suck me inside. I want to fill your mouth.”
She pulled the head of his cock into her mouth, running her tongue all over it, glorying in the shape. Her pussy began to pulse in time to Lach’s pleasure. He was focusing it on her, giving it to her. She followed her instincts, sucking hard and drawing him in. She felt his low moan of pleasure in her gut.
She sucked on Lachlan’s cock, whirling her tongue around and around. The pressure was building in Lach. His breath sawed in and out of his chest. She was doing this to him. This dominant warrior was responding to her caresses. She pulled him deeper, relaxing her jaw. It was easy because she could feel what brought him pleasure. He wanted her to eat his dick up and swallow him whole.
Leaning forward, she took him to the back of her throat and swallowed.
Lach stiffened and his hands held her to him. He came, his semen jetting into her mouth, coating her tongue. It felt so good. Her pussy softened as though she was the one having the orgasm. She shook as she swallowed his cum.
Lazy satisfaction rolled off him as he let go of her hair and his cock came out of her mouth. “So sweet, Bronwyn. That was so sweet.”
She didn’t have more than a second to enjoy the feeling of power before Shim was on her. He pulled her up and brought her to the bed with him. “No more waiting, wife.”
No. She didn’t want to wait one second longer.
Chapter Sixteen
Shim felt like he would explode if he didn’t get inside her. Watching her suck his brother off while her little hand played along his cock had been agony. She’d been so beautiful on her knees in front of Lachlan. He wasn’t as dominant as Lach, but he loved the sight of her submitting. She would be beautiful in bondage, her arms and legs tied down and spread wide for them. She would be at their mercy, forced to take what they gave her, pleasure and erotic pain. They would spank her with their hands and crops and canes and then pleasure her wet pussy with tongues and fingers and cocks.
He wanted weeks, months, years of nothing but bonding time, nothing to think about but where he would put his cock into his wife’s soft body. He could lose himself in the sex.
But he might only have one night. Her stubbornness still brimmed at the surface no matter how submissive she seemed. She would fight going back to their home plane. He could lose her.
He took her ankles in his hands and spread her legs wide. Moonlight caressed her skin, making her shine. His vampire senses were in full force and Bronwyn was like a torch lighting up the night, drawing him to her. Her dark hair lay on her breasts, the nipples peeking out like jewels hidden in silk. And her pussy. He could see how wet she was, smell it. Her arousal scented the air like perfume of a nightblooming flower. Glistening and wet. Her pussy pouted, the lips puffy and succulent and the nubbin of her clit nestled in between.
His treasure.
“Taste her, Shim. She’s like honey on your tongue.” Lach watched the scene, standing at the edge of the bed. His brother was already hard again. It had taken every shield Shim had to keep his brother’s orgasm from starting his own. But he wanted to come inside her. He wanted to feel her cunt all around him and shoot his cum deep.
His cock pulsed, but he wanted a taste. Her blood had been his strength, but her pussy was a meal, too.
She wiggled restlessly as he kissed up her leg.
“Don’t you move. This is his time.” Lach had moved onto the bed. He scooted in behind Bron, cradling her as Shim had when they’d first made love. His hands found her nipples and twisted. “You behave or I’ll spank you again and you’ll suck us both down. And we’ll shield. You won’t get anything. Be a good wife.”
She didn’t want that. She didn’t want to go without. It was deeply obvious to Shim because she went utterly still under him. Shim could feel her need. She was already addicted to this sharing, to the deep intimacy that came from the bond. And it wasn’t even full yet. When they fully bonded, fully opened their minds and souls, the connection would go even deeper.
He got to his belly and slid up the bed. His mouth hovered over her pussy. She smelled too good. It was the smell of a lifetime’s lust finally satisfied.
Shim drew his tongue along the seam of her pussy, gathering up her juice.
Bron moaned and shook.
“You like that, love. You like having a tongue shoved up your cunt. You like your men treating you like a feast. We’ll eat that pussy every day. You’ll wake in the sweetest way, with a tongue lapping at you, making you hot.” Lach’s words echoed Shim’s thoughts.
He wanted to feast every day. He rubbed his nose through her labia, trying to imprint her scent on him. She was a juicy piece of fruit. He speared her with his tongue, going deep in an imitation of what he wanted to do with his cock. He fucked her with his tongue and then suckled her clit, her mewling cries making him feel powerful.
“Every day, love. We’ll pleasure you every day because you’re our whole world.”
Shim looked up her body. Lach’s fangs were scraping her neck. He and his brother were in perfect accord. A double-pronged assault on her senses. Cock and fangs penetra
ting in perfect time.
Shim got to his knees. Bron stared up at him, her dark eyes glistening. He could feel her longing for more than just sex. She wanted the intimacy, the joining, the connection.
He lined his cock up and finally pressed home.
Tightness and warmth, heat surrounded him, squeezed at him. Bron’s legs wrapped around his waist, hugging him close. He had to fight his way in. She was ready, but still so tight. Every inch gained was pure pleasure. He fucked in and out in short bursts, further and further until his cock was encased and his balls caressed the cheeks of her ass. He was inside her. He was a part of her. This was what he’d dreamed of.
He pressed in and opened his senses, sharing the feeling with Bron. He wanted her to know just how sweet she was, how good it felt to be deep inside her so she would know that he would protect her with his life, his soul, his very being.
Bronwyn’s eyes widened and her cunt tightened around him. “Goddess, it feels so good.”
He pulled out and fucked his way back in, every inch a revelation of pure pleasure.
Lach’s eyes were full and dark in his head. His fangs gleamed in the moonlight. Their eyes met, the warrior half and the intellectual, both with one thought. This woman was their world.
Shim dove deep, listening to Bron’s cries, finding that one sweet spot in her body that sent her flying. Her womb tightened. Gods, he could feel her come and it made his cock explode. He pounded into her, over and over. He never wanted to stop. His balls drew up, his cum pumping out of his body and into hers. Her pussy spasmed around him, her whole body shaking.
Lach groaned and struck, his fangs penetrating her neck. His brother’s first blood triggered another rush of pleasure—Lach’s from that life-giving blood flowing into his body and Bron’s from the delicious feeling of fangs sliding deep and drawing on her vein.
Shim gave up. He let the wave take him, riding it with his other half and his woman.