Beauty [A Faery Story 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (38 page)

“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.

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 penetrating 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.

When Lach released the vein, Shim let himself drop onto Bronwyn’s soft body. Her heat enveloped him, her softness called to him.

He fell asleep to the steady beat of her heart.

* * * *

Bronwyn crept out of bed after she was sure Lachlan and Shim were fast asleep. Sleep. It was a state she would deeply appreciate, but it would not come for her. She’d lain for what felt like hours, her body perfectly sated, but her mind raced.

It had been right there, the need to fully bond. She understood the process. It was a bit like a marriage of convenience versus one of true, pure love. She could do what she needed to do without the deepest of bonds. She would still be able to bridge the twins, giving them access to both halves of their soul. She would still be able to feel them both and share sensations, but she wouldn’t know them, not in the deepest, most intimate sense.

Bron picked up Lach’s shirt and drew it overhead. It hung past her knees, covering her efficiently. She stared down at them. Shim’s arm was still outstretched as though reaching for her. Lach was on his back, his head to one side as though he needed to hide his scars even as he slept.

What had caused those scars? They had scarred the man deep. Bron knew he would tell her if she asked, but if they bonded, she would feel his pain, perhaps know how to heal it.

She stepped away. Did she even want that? Goddess, she didn’t know anything. Her whole world had been turned upside down again as surely as it had thirteen years before. Torin had killed her parents, but Lach and Shim had just as big an effect. Her world was changed, and she was forced to decide the way her life was going to go.

She walked out to the river, cool grass beneath her feet. The night air held a slight chill, but she welcomed it after the heat of their bed. Bron stopped at the river’s edge, not daring to go much further. She wouldn’t run again, but she intended to take a stand. She couldn’t leave.

The river ran past her feet, a bubbling swell of water that kept going until it reached the sea. The river was in constant motion, but Bron felt caught. She could jump in and bond and allow Lach and Shim to carry her off or she could stay stubbornly in place like a log that had gotten caught in the middle of the river. It didn’t move, simply allowed the water to strip off the bark and pulp until nothing was left.