Beauty [A Faery Story 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (24 page)

Shim gave in to the fever.

Bron thought she’d died and gone to the after. They were here, her Dark Ones. Shim and Lach. She’d called to them as the fire had started and when she’d opened her eyes again, they had been here. Surely this was her reward. To be with the men from her dreams.

And then the pains had struck again.

She was still here in Tuathanas. She was still dying. She could hear Gillian saying something that she knew should disturb her. Something about crowns and thrones and playing her part. The words burned into Bron’s brain, but she couldn’t filter them now. Her gut seized. She cried. That was the worst. She couldn’t stop crying.

Was she dreaming again? She heard someone asking for a kiss. Pleading and begging just for a kiss.

“Hush,
a chumann
.” A deep voice forced her from her panic. She opened her eyes, her pussy still burning, and saw him staring down at her. It was Shim but not as she’d dreamed him. This Shim had eyes as deep as the sky just before night swallowed up the day. There was no white to his eyes, just a deep and never-ending midnight. And fangs. They were small, the size of a royal vampire’s, and ever so slightly curved. “I know what you need. You feel the fever, too.”

Yes, fever. She felt it. It was low in her belly, in her pussy and her breasts. But it was also in her head. Something else was happening. She could feel her Dark Ones. They needed, too. They needed to possess her, to be one with her.

“I want to kiss her. You’ve had your turn.” Another voice called to her. She turned and saw her other. Lach. She’d named him Lach. Her heart seized a little. Lach’s face was the same as his brother’s except for the scars. It didn’t mar his beauty, but it did speak of a pain he’d suffered. She reached up and touched him. He tried to turn away, but she held him fast, placing both her hands on his skin. One side was so smooth, perfect, but the other had three long scars forming hills and valleys, a road map of the pain he’d suffered. Burns. Lach had been burned.

For her? Had he rescued her? His eyes turned down as though he was waiting for her to send him away. She leaned over and placed a kiss on the longest of the scars. She started at the bottom, at the hard line of his jaw. She kissed him, over and over, a slow brushing of lips to scarred flesh. She kissed all the way to just right of his eyes. While she pressed kisses to Lach’s face, Shim’s hands moved on her back. She could feel an insistent tug at the ties of her dress. Yes. She didn’t need the dress. She needed to be skin to skin with them, pressed to their bodies, feeling their hearts beat.

Lach’s hands came up covering hers. There was a predatory light in those midnight-blue eyes of his. “You accept me?”

What an odd question. How could she accept something that had always been? He was a part of her. Of course she accepted him.

“Say it, Bronwyn. Say you’re mine. Mine to protect and love. Mine to command.”

Bron nodded. She would agree to just about anything.

His hands tightened. “Say it.”

“I’m yours.” He seemed to need to hear it. It didn’t matter. It was true. She’d always been his. In life. As she moved to death. She was theirs. They had claimed her heart so long ago it was difficult to remember a time when she hadn’t had them in her dreams. It was only right that they be with her as she left this life. If she held on to them as she died, maybe she could pull them with her, be with them in the after?

“Mine. Fucking mine,
a chumann
.” Lach stroked a hand in her hair and wound it through his fingers, tugging back lightly. He looked fierce as he straightened his body, towering over her. “Mine. My princess. My mate.”

“Our mate, brother. Or are we going to have a problem?” Shim was at her back, his voice a hard grind against her ear.

“I want my fair time, brother. You’ve held her. It’s my time.”

“I had to hold her. I had to protect her while you were busy slaughtering everyone in town.”

“I killed the men who tried to burn our mate. I make no apologies. If you have a problem with me, Shim, perhaps we should fight and see who gets to mate first.”

She felt Shim back off. Lach’s aggression was practically pounding through the room.

“We’re not goblins. We’re not going to fight to death over our mate. Calm yourself. We’re still sidhe. We’re still brothers. Negotiate.”

All the while they talked, hands were on her. Lach pulled her to his body, tugging on her hair and taking her lips. He kissed her, groaning into her mouth, the sound rumbling along her skin. Shim’s fingers tugged at the shoulders of her dress, pulling it down and smoothing over her arms. This was what she needed. Hands on her body. A mouth on hers. Their cocks sliding inside.

Lach’s tongue plunged deep, dancing against her, his mouth dominating. He came up for air, his hands on her hips, drawing her in. She gasped as she felt the hard line of his cock. Lachlan’s cock was nestled against her belly. It wasn’t where she wanted it to be, but it was there, so close she could feel it. Only a few layers of clothing.

“Please. It hurts.” Another flare of pain caught her.

Lach’s hand pulled her skirt up and she felt his palm on her thigh. Rough skin, so unlike the slimy feel of Micha’s hand on her flesh. This touch thrilled her.

“I’ll negotiate, brother. While I take care of our mate. Show me her breasts.” Lach’s voice was low in his throat, the rumble deep and commanding.

“Touch her. She needs hands on her.” Shim pushed the bodice of her dress down while Lach’s hands climbed up her leg.

Her nipples peaked in the cool air. Where was she? She wasn’t in the White Palace. Why had her dreams brought her to this place? It was small, the bed made of straw and ropes. A merchant’s bed. Did she know this place?

“I’ll take her body first,” Lach offered.

“Only if I get first blood,” Shim shot back.

Blood? Why were they talking about blood?

Her breasts brushed Lach’s chest, her aching nipples chafing against the rough wool of his tunic. Lach’s fingers slipped under the gathered band of her undergarment. She trembled as his fingers teased at the outer edges of her pussy.

“First blood, then.” Shim agreed to whatever they were talking about and then cupped her breasts in his hands, holding them up for his brother’s perusal. “These are ours. You’re gorgeous,
a chumann
. So fucking beautiful.”

His words were as seductive as the hands on her breasts. She’d only ever touched herself there, pretending to be one of them. She’d cupped her breasts deep in the night and pulled at her nipples, imagining it was Lach or Shim tugging at them. She’d dreamed they would call her beautiful though she knew it wasn’t true. But in their eyes she was lovely because she belonged to them. Now, in the most vivid of all her dreams, she truly felt beautiful.

She opened her legs and tried to force those teasing fingers inside.

Lach abruptly pulled away. “Stay still, Bronwyn. You agreed to be mine. That means we play things my way in the bedroom.”

She pushed away from him. What was he talking about? She was in agony and he wanted to place rules on her? So many fucking rules.
Don’t tell anyone your name, Bronwyn. Don’t get too close, Bronwyn. Don’t say a word. Don’t fight. Don’t fight. Don’t fight.

Lach grabbed her wrists, pulling her close. “Don’t do that, love. Don’t push me now. I’m on the edge. I killed twenty men to get to you. I don’t want to lose control again. Obey me and everything will be fine.”

“Touch me and everything will be fine,” she demanded.

He let her go and turned away.

Shim wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back into his arms. “Hush, Bron. He doesn’t understand. He can’t feel you like I do, but I promise, he’s not trying to hurt you. He really is worried that if he loses control he could hurt you. It’s his nature. He’s the dominant half, but I have my job, too. I know what you need.”

Shim’s left hand made its way to her thighs and straight to her pussy. He didn’t tease or play. He went straight for her clitoris, rubbing the plump nubbin.

Blessed relief
. She wasn’t completely there yet, but oh she felt so much better. She couldn’t help it. She rolled her hips, rubbing against his fingers.

“Then tell me what she needs, brother.” Lach stood above them, staring down. “I’m so close to the fucking edge. She can’t fight me. It will send me over. I already want to tie her up and spank that ass of hers. I need to dominate her. It’s like a fire in my gut.”

Bron let her head roll back against Shim’s shoulder. Everything sounded good now that he was touching her. The drug was still in control, running through her system, but now she was getting the antidote. Shim’s long fingers slid around her pussy, rubbing her clit and then foraging inside. It felt so good. It calmed the fire. She was moving toward something wonderful.

“And you can dominate her, after she gets what she needs.”

“Just fucking tell me, Shim. I can’t read her mind the way you can.”

Shim kissed the shell of her ear. “I can’t read her mind. We bonded too far away. We need to be close like this and rebond. Then I’ll know everything, but I know this much. She needs to come. She can’t think or obey until she comes. Whatever they forced on her, it was partially an aphrodisiac.”

“Ah, like the vampires make for their orgies so a woman can come for hours.” Lach’s eyes narrowed.

“Yes,” Shim replied. “But the vamps got it from the Seelies. If we can just give her a few orgasms, I think you’ll discover she’ll be deeply submissive.”

Lach nodded. “Let me help.”

His hands found her nipples, rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers. Bron whimpered at the little sting of pain that shot like an arrow straight to her pussy. She couldn’t breathe. She was right on the edge.

“Come for me. Come for us.” Shim’s thumbs rotated on her clit as his fingers plunged deep.

Bron tripped over the edge. That wonderful word “orgasm” finally meant something to her. It meant relief, pleasure, and an overwhelming sense of finally belonging.

She belonged with these men. Her dream men.

The pleasure washed over her, suffusing every cell of her body with a delicious sense of languor. She slumped down, unable to hold herself up for one minute longer. Blood pounded through her body. The only thing holding her up was Shim’s strong arms around her waist.

So sweet. After what seemed like hours of agony, the very cessation of pain felt like the purest pleasure. Her skin felt deliciously alive. A smile curled her lips up.

“See.” Shim’s cock nestled against her ass. She was half naked, her breasts bared to them. Lach’s fangs were out, his hands still rubbing her breasts. “So much better. Don’t you feel better, my princess?”

She sighed, groaning a little as Shim’s fingers slipped from her pussy. She didn’t want them to leave. She liked how it felt to have some piece of him inside her. “I want it again.”

She could take her time. They could linger over her, giving her round after delicious round of pleasure.

“Not this time, love. Don’t you think it’s our turn?” Shim nipped at her ear.

Their turn. Her turn. Did it really matter as long as they kept touching her?

Lach growled, his hands back in her hair. “Get her clothes off. Now, Shim. I can’t wait. It’s killing me.”

“He’s such a pain in my ass. He thinks I don’t feel it, but he’s wrong. I feel it every bit as badly as he does, but I’m the intellectual half. It’s my lot in life to be forced to forever deal with his drama.”

This wasn’t how she’d imagined they would speak. “You talk so oddly.”

“Hold your arms up, love.” Shim pulled the dress over her head, freeing her from the burden. “I talk the way I do because I spent so much time on the Vampire plane. Our mother was a vampire. She wanted us to have close ties to her people.”

She still felt like she was floating, but sparks had already begun in her pussy again. “My cos is a vampire.”

“Yes, Dante. We’ve met him.” Shim’s hands skimmed down, dragging her undergarments along.

Of course they knew Dante. They lived in her head. Dante was there, the funniest of playmates.

“He annoys me, but his consort seems nice,” Lach allowed.

Consort? Dante wasn’t old enough to have a consort. And she loved Dante. Confusion began to set in. And so did pain. She doubled over, crying. She’d hoped it was gone, but it was back, that fire in her loins. The burning flared and she couldn’t help but cry out her despair.

“Damn it,” Shim cursed. “Whatever they gave her, it was strong. She needs another orgasm. Lie down, love.”

Lach picked her up. “Who did this to you,
a chumann
? Give me his name.”

She shook a little. The fire was building. “Micha. He wanted to marry me. He was angry when I showed my true self.”

Oh, she needed the touch again. Lach laid her on the bed, staring down at her as Shim stripped off her undergarment. Naked. She was naked in front of him. His eyes latched on to her pussy.

“Where is this man? I will have his heart on the end of my sword.” Lach pulled his shirt over his head revealing a perfectly sculpted chest. His torso was covered with golden, sun-kissed skin pulled over taut muscles. He was so masculine.