Bakra Bride (8 page)

“In our world, women are scarce. There is only one female born for every three males. Years ago, it was decided by the women that the brothers of a family compete for the attention of one woman and the woman chooses which one she wishes to marry.” His finger skimmed over the hard nub of nerves at the apex of her pussy and Jane’s hips jerked upward.

Sighing, he withdrew his hand as he continued. “Each male must be allowed to mate with the woman, not only so she knows which one she prefers but also to make sure she is compatible with them all.”

“But why?” Jane was still trying to wrap her mind around the thought that not only was it okay in this culture to sleep with several men, it was expected.

A smile played at the corners of his mouth, but sadness tinged his eyes. “One night a week, the husband must share his wife with his brothers. He can leave them alone or the brothers can join them in bed. It is up to the couple.”

“But that’s…that’s…” she sputtered. “That’s a threesome.”

He nodded. “With four brothers, we have the right to claim two brides for our family. We paired off, Zaren and I together, and obviously Garrik and Jarmon together. Each pair can seek a bride. If Jarmon was healthy, our younger brothers might have challenged us for the right to try and win you. But with him so gravely injured, the competition is between Zaren and myself.”

“Unbelievable.” Jane shook her head, trying to absorb the implications not only of Bador’s words but also the fact that she was spread naked before him and not feeling the slightest bit uncomfortable.

“Every man wants to be chosen as the husband as he not only gets the most nights with his wife but only the husband can claim the children that are born of the union. All children are his, no matter which brother fathered them.” Bador’s hands went to the ties at his waist and he unlaced the front of his pants. Standing, he pushed them down over his legs, stepped out of them and tossed them aside.

Jane could only stare at the size of his arousal. He was as long as Zaren and looked slightly thicker. Her pussy throbbed as he lowered himself back between her thighs. Her breasts ached for his touch.

“Competition is fierce.” Leaning down, he lapped at her breasts, going from one to the other. “All young men, when they reach a certain age, as part of their education, are taught how best to pleasure a woman.” He nipped at one of her nipples. “It is a lesson all men strive to learn well.”

“You must have been an excellent student.”

Bador’s head shot up and then an unholy grin lit his face. “You have no idea.”

“I’m still not sure I feel right about this.” It might be customary in their culture, but she’d grown up in quite a different society. But the thought of having the two of them pleasuring her was an incredible turn-on. Jane was getting hotter just thinking about it and she was already at the boiling point.

“We will find our way. I will only do what brings you pleasure.” Jane practically rolled her eyes at his words. So far, everything he did brought her pleasure.

One question was nagging at the back of her mind. “Why did Zaren leave if it’s considered okay for me to be with you both?”

“Because he knew he had to give me my turn alone in order to be fair. You have to have the chance to experience our lovemaking separately and together before you make up your mind. Do not think for one moment that it was easy for him to leave.” Bador chuckled. “I expect he has been standing outside the door waiting all afternoon.”

“Really?” The thought pleased her, but she really didn’t want to examine why. It made her feel slightly uncomfortable to be naked with one man while wanting another. The thoughts went round in her head until she was almost dizzy with them.

Bador nodded. “But this is my time and I don’t plan to waste it.” He lifted her to a sitting position before lying back down on the furs. When he was settled comfortably, he urged her to straddle him.

She hesitated, but her body was crying for completion. There was no doubt that she wanted him. Lifting her leg, she swung it over his body so that her knees were on either side of his chest. His chest was so massive that her legs didn’t even touch the floor.

Bador wrapped his hands around her waist and urged her closer. “Sit over my face so I can pleasure you.”

His husky plea made her breathless and she scooted up until her sex was spread wide over his face. She’d never done anything like this in her life. It was slightly disconcerting and embarrassing, but it was incredibly exciting. She could feel her juices flowing down the already slick folds of her pussy and slipping down her inner thighs.

“Perfect,” he murmured and she could feel his breath like a warm caress against her heated flesh. His tongue lapped at her cream and she flexed her hips towards his tongue. His fingers tightened around her waist, but even then he held her carefully, as if mindful of her bruises. Her heart swelled and ached in her chest at the extent of his care for her.

Then his clever lips closed over her distended clitoris and all thoughts flew from her head. Need overtook her. Completion was her only goal. Sucking the hard nub into his mouth, he tongued it. At the same time, he pressed two of his fingers into her tight channel, stretching her to the limits.

Her body was so primed, so incredibly ready, that she could feel her vaginal muscles begin to contract on the second thrust of his fingers. When his hand skimmed up her side and cupped her breast, she was lost.

Her inner core spasmed as she came and she could feel the gush between her thighs. A sound of pleasure rumbled from Bador’s throat as he continued to suck on her clit. She rode his fingers as she milked every last ounce of pleasure from her orgasm.

When he sensed she was finished, he withdrew his fingers and easily lifted her from his face. As he eased her back onto his stomach, she could feel his erection poke her in the behind. She had come, but he was still incredibly aroused.

He made no indication at all that he intended anything else. Relaxed against the furs, he toyed with her nipples, stroking them with the pads of his thumbs. Licking his lips, he grinned up at her. “I knew you’d taste sweet.”

The man was incredibly giving and now it was her turn to give to him. She’d never done anything like this in her life. Had never wanted to before now. But suddenly she was filled with the need to pleasure Bador. Scooting off his chest, she pushed his legs apart and knelt between them.

All expression was gone from his face when she finally met his gaze. She laid her hand on his thigh and felt the muscles beneath it jump. His cock flexed, straining upward. “I want to pleasure you. Will you let me?”

Bador almost swallowed his tongue at her innocent plea. All he could do was nod. His fingers gripped the fur under him. It took every ounce of self-control he possessed to keep from flinging her on her back and pumping his cock into her until he exploded within her silky depths. But he was a warrior and knew the value of strategy. He sensed it was important to Jane right now to feel as if she had some control over her world. And he would foster that feeling. Even if it killed him.

She licked her lips and he swallowed hard. As juicy as berries, they were lush and ripe. She tasted sweet, like sunshine and promise. Jane was a gift of hope in their lives and he would do whatever it took to keep her with them. Her breathing was ragged and her breasts rose and fell in an uneven rhythm. She looked magnificent kneeling between his legs, staring at his erection as if she wasn’t quite sure what to do with it.

“Jane,” he pleaded. She had to do something. Anything. His balls were so tight, he knew he didn’t have much time or control left. He’d soon come with her doing nothing more than staring at him.

Her startled eyes flew to his face and then back to his erection. Inching her hands up over his thighs, she wrapped them around his cock and squeezed gently. Bador couldn’t swallow back the groan of pleasure that that simple action evoked.

Jane smiled slowly. It was a siren’s smile. The smile of a woman who knew she was bringing pleasure to her man. Bador wanted to see that smile for the next fifty years or more.

Sliding her hands upward, she stroked him once. Liquid seeped from the head of his cock and Jane rubbed her thumb over the tip, spreading it over the top. Taking her time, she cupped his balls with one hand and began a slow, steady stroking action. Up and down. Again and again. Bador gritted his teeth and tried to hold on.

Leaning down, she rubbed her breasts against his thighs as she traced the length of his erection with her tongue. His hips flexed. He wanted her mouth on him. Needed to feel his cock sliding past her lips and sucked into the moist heat beyond.

Reaching down, he gripped her hair in his fingers and gently tugged her towards the head of his cock. She laughed as she fitted her mouth over the end and sucked. He thrust his hips upward as she swirled her tongue around the bulbous head, licking the salty liquid that seeped from the tip.

Keeping a grip on her head, he pushed his cock deeper. Jane took him as deep into her mouth as she could before sliding her mouth up and almost off. Instead, she flicked her tongue around the head before swallowing him deep again.

His heart was pounding in his chest, keeping time with the throbbing of his cock. He hung onto her as she sucked and licked him. She emitted little sounds of pleasure from deep in her throat that drove him crazy. His balls were aching they were so tight and when she rolled them in her fingers his orgasm hit him.

His hips jerked as he came deep in her mouth. He yelled his release, his hot cum spurting down her throat. She gagged once before she continued sucking, draining him dry. God, she was beautiful and so very giving.

The door slammed open and banged off the wall before being slammed shut. Bador didn’t have to look to know who it was. He’d been expecting Zaren long before now. He was actually surprised his brother had stayed away this long.

Jane jumped, swallowing hard. She coughed and swiped at her mouth as she stared wide-eyed at Zaren. The heat in his brother’s eyes was almost enough to set the furs beneath him on fire. Bador was feeling too sated and mellow to really care. There was no reason they couldn’t both enjoy Jane. She was definitely woman enough to handle them both.

Jane could only stare at Zaren as he stood in the doorway, his hands clenched at his side, his eyes blazing. Was he angry with her? She glanced at Bador, but he was lying with his hand propped behind his head and a satisfied smile on his face. No help there.

A low rumbling sound brought her eyes back to Zaren. Had he just growled? He stalked towards her, never taking his eyes off her. She swallowed hard and resisted the urge to curl up in a ball and hide from him. He looked big and dangerous and angry. But, she’d never been a coward and she wasn’t about to start now.

“This is what you wanted, wasn’t it?” He came to a sudden halt and stared at her. “To sleep with Bador. After all, you left me here with him.” She trailed off sounding more forlorn than assertive.

This world was so confusing to her. How did she go from being an ordinary, sensible woman to one who was attracted to two different men? She didn’t know herself any longer. Or perhaps this world was uncovering parts of her she hadn’t known existed before. Either way, she didn’t quite know what to do with either herself or them at the moment.

She hung her head as shame washed over her. Maybe he was disgusted with her now that she’d been with Bador. She rubbed at her eyes. There was no way she was going to let them see her cry. Right now, she wanted to crawl away and hide until she could find a way back home to a world she understood.

“Jane?” His soft voice belied the hard anger etched on his face as he knelt beside her and cupped her face in his hands. “Why are you crying?”

She could feel Bador jerk to a seated position behind her and felt the comfort of his hand on the small of her back. “I’m not crying,” she sniffed as a tear escaped the corner of her eye and trickled down her cheek. She could handle Zaren’s anger more easily than his compassion.

His thumb carefully rubbed the tear from her face. “Then why are you not crying?”

His question was so absurd that a strangled laugh escaped her. Then she felt herself crumple as she began to sob in earnest. Zaren caught her in his strong arms and cradled her against his strength. Bador pulled himself up next to them and stroked her back as she poured all her anger and uncertainty out in her tears.

Unlike most men, they didn’t seem uncomfortable with her tears, nor did they try and stop them. They patiently sat and waited for the storm to pass. She was feeling rather silly by the time she dried her tears. All she had to show for her outburst were sore, swollen eyes and a stuffy nose.

“I’m sorry. I really don’t know why I’m crying.” She didn’t want them to think she was normally such a watering pot.

“Do you not?” The anger was back in Zaren’s voice and her stomach clenched. “You’ve been plucked from your own world and thrust into a new one. You’ve almost drowned. And you’ve had the two of us on you like rutting stallions since you first laid eyes upon us.”

Jane stared at him, unable to believe what she was hearing. He was angry. There was no mistaking the biting tones in his voice. But it was anger at himself and his brother. He wasn’t angry with her at all.

“I thought you were angry at me because of Bador—” She took a deep breath and continued. “I didn’t want you to think that this was something I did all the time. I don’t sleep with strange men. I’m not cheap or easy.” The words poured out in a torrent. It was important to her that they realize that this was a special situation and not something she normally did.

Zaren looked appalled at her words. “Your pleasure is a gift to us. That you would share it with us is something to be treasured. Your generosity and giving nature is part of what makes you special.” His lips thinned and his eyes narrowed into pale blue slits. “I would kill any man who insulted you so.”

Oh my. There was no doubting the sincerity of his words as he stroked her hair back from her face and placed a simple kiss in the center of her forehead. She could feel Bador’s lips on the base of her neck. Their ways might be different from hers, but there was no doubting the integrity and honor behind them. They were not appalled by what she had done. Instead, they seemed to think she was generous for doing so. It was a strange way to think, but some part of her was beginning to accept it and become easier with the whole idea.