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Her mouth was dry as she swallowed. “But what about my leaving here?”

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“I had hoped you would forget that part.” Mara jumped up and began pacing across the stone floor, her agitation plain.

“I don’t mean to upset you, but I have to know.” She reached out and grabbed Mara’s arm, halting her in her tracks.

“In three days, the tapestry will appear and if you wish to go home you must cover yourself with it and wish yourself there.” Mara loomed over Christina almost threateningly. “But be very sure, because there is no coming back.”

Scrambling from the seat, she backed away from the other woman. “I…I understand.”

Mara shook her head sadly. “I do not think that you do. You already have Jarek’s heart and Marc’s is sure to follow.” She went to the door, but turned back. “You will never find better men in any other place or time, but the choice is ultimately yours. Think hard on your lonely life and weigh it against all you could have here.”

Her harsh expression softened slightly. “Do not over-think the situation. For now lie down and rest a while. When you wake is time enough for food and a bath. Sleep is the best thing you can do for yourself now. You will feel better when you awaken.”

The door closed behind her and fatigue washed over Christina. She was more exhausted than she’d ever been in her entire life and the large bed beside her was so very inviting. The cover was made of fur and it was soft against her hand as she pulled it back. The smell of lavender wafted up from the sheets, luring her forward. Not giving herself time to change her mind, she whipped the soiled gown from her body and crawled into the nest of pillows and furs. Her entire body sank into its comfort. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and then another. Drifting off to sleep, she promised herself she’d deal with the situation as soon as she was rested. 49

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Chapter Six

Christina shivered as a light breeze wafted over her breasts, making her nipples pucker. She didn’t want to wake up. She’d been having such a wonderful dream. Her body felt like it was floating on a soft cloud, totally relaxed as a soft feather stroked her skin, making her tingle everywhere.

She curled her toes into the mattress as the feathery sensation skittered across her stomach and up her torso, towards her breasts. Arching her back, she thrust her chest upwards, wanting that same exquisite touch there.

Her legs moved restlessly against the sheets. Heat pooled between her thighs and she clamped them tight together to help ease the ache. A low laugh reached her ears as the softness brushed her nipples.

A moan caught deep in her throat and she blinked her eyes open. Marc was sitting next to her on the side of the bed, the sensual gleam in his brown eyes making them look even darker. His upper body was bare, except for the wide bronze bands that wrapped around his wrists and upper arms. The muscles of his chest and arms rippled with every movement he made. A light dusting of hair bisected his chest and disappeared into the waistband of his leather pants, which had a huge bulge in the front of them.

Dazed, she glanced down to discover that the furs were no longer covering her. She was sprawled totally naked and exposed to him. As she watched, he gripped a strand of his long, dark brown hair in his hand and trailed it over one of her breasts and then the other.

“Beautiful.” Leaning forward, he stroked his tongue across one of her swollen nipples. The roughness of it made her gasp for breath. “Like a ripe raspberry, ready to 50

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be plucked and eaten.” The image made her moan. Smiling, he blew lightly, making the moist bud pucker even tighter.

“Let me pleasure you.” His voice was little more than a whisper caressing her skin. She meant to say no. To try and gain some control of the situation. But what came out of her mouth was a breathy, “Yes.” Who was she kidding, after all? She wanted this, wanted him.

Marc murmured his approval as he lapped at her nipple once again. Cupping her other breast in his large hand, he stroked a circle around one of her areolas with his thumb. His hair trailed over her stomach in a sensual caress and she sucked in her breath.

She sifted her fingers through his hair, tugging him closer. Wanting more. Needing more. Her pussy lips were slick and with each lap of his tongue she could feel more of her juices sliding out of her body.

“I can smell your arousal.” Marc’s hand stroked down over her torso until his hand hovered just above her pubic hair.

Her hips moved upward, seeking his touch. As she moved, her cream flowed freely, seeping between the cheeks of her ass and to the sheets below her. Christina had never felt this needy in her life. What was it about this place and these men that aroused her so damn much? She’d never considered herself a very sexual person before, but now she felt sensual and alive and very much a woman. She undulated her hips and his fingers tangled lightly in her curls. “Touch me.”

Never had she asked a man to do such a thing before, but somehow it seemed right with this man.

Raising his head from her breast, he nuzzled her cheek with his. The faint shadow of stubble on his jaw abraded her skin, sending tentacles of pleasure through her body. His firm lips sprinkled kisses across her forehead and nose before coming to rest on her mouth. “My pleasure.” Marc stroked his tongue across her lips as he slipped his fingers through the curls between her thighs.

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Christina felt both her lips and her legs part, inviting him to taste and touch all of her. As if he had all the time in the world, Marc traced the wet folds of her pussy with his fingers. She spread her thighs wider, inviting his touch. A pleased rumble vibrated in his chest, resembling the purr of a large jungle cat. It was amazing to Christina that any man wanted her. In her normal life, men ignored her or treated her like a buddy. Sure, she got some crude remarks about the size of her breasts, but they were usually followed by some crack about her weight. More than once she’d been told that she’d be really pretty if she just took off about thirty pounds and did something with her hair. But first Jarek, and now Marc, treated her like she was the most beautiful and arousing woman in the world. And darned if she wasn’t starting to feel that way.

It was heady stuff and Christina was determined to enjoy it for the time she was here. Somehow in this world, having sex with both Jarek and Marc seemed right. In fact, it was expected. What would seem shocking at home seemed normal here. Marc’s tongue explored every crevice of her mouth before withdrawing to lick at her lips. Her tongue followed his, touching it and trying to lure it back inside. She could feel Marc’s smile as he kissed the corner of her mouth.

His finger lightly brushed her swollen clit as he started to withdraw his hand. Her thighs clamped shut, trapping his hand between them. “I want to see your pussy.” One of his fingers tapped her clit softly and her legs relaxed as her hips arched up. Marc withdrew his hand immediately. “I want to spread your wet lips wide and touch and taste all of you.”

Words were beyond Christina, so she just nodded. Marc stood next to the bed and shucked his leather pants. His cock sprang forward, swollen, red and hungry. Christina could only stare and marvel at the sheer size of him. Seeing how broad and long it was, she shivered at the mere thought of having all of him buried in her pussy. Instinctively, her legs fell open.

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Marc licked his lips, his golden-brown eyes looking slightly feral as he crawled between her thighs. Once again she was reminded of a jungle cat on the prowl, he moved with such fluid motion. Placing a hand on the inside of both knees, he slid his hands up her legs, pushing them wider as he went.

“Woman, I am going to eat you up until you beg for mercy.”

Christina almost came right then and there. Rivers of pleasure raced through her body, flowing from her breasts to her pussy. His voice, a low sexy rumble, made all the hair on her body stand on end in anticipation.

She sucked in a breath as he lowered his mouth to her wet folds. His tongue rasped up one side of her sex and down the other. Christina tilted her head back and moaned. God, this was amazing.

Marc blew lightly on her heated flesh, making her shiver. A tempest was raging inside her and she knew it wouldn’t take much for her to explode. As if he knew, Marc slipped two of his fingers inside her pussy at the same moment he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked.

Christina came totally unglued, shrieking as the powerful convulsions rocked her. Marc kept sucking and her orgasm went on for what seemed like forever until she was laughing and crying and begging him to stop.

“No more.” She tugged at his head, trying to dislodge him. But he ignored her and kept sucking and licking her clit, but his motions got softer and gentler. Finally, she gave up trying to move him and allowed her hands to flop back by her sides. Marc withdrew his fingers and licked his lips as he sat back, satisfaction written all over his face. And even though she’d just had the most amazing climax, she felt desire brewing low in her belly once again.

Slipping his hands beneath her, he gripped her ass and raised her hips up. Crowding closer, he positioned the head of his cock at the opening of her slit. Rotating his hips, he nudged the broad tip just inside and stopped. Christina arched her hips towards him, wanting to take all of him inside her.

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A low growl from a dark corner of the room startled her. From the shadows a figure shifted. Marc didn’t move, his eyes never leaving hers as Jarek stalked towards the bed. Jarek’s cock was huge, thrusting out long and hard in front of him as he walked. As she watched, he gripped it in one hand and pumped up and down. Christina licked her lips at the thought of that hard cock in her mouth. As his hand continued to stroke his length, a pearly bead of liquid seeped from the tip. Christina licked her lips again and Jarek’s eyes narrowed as he knelt on the side of the bed.

“Jarek,” Marc barked. “You had your turn, this one is mine.”

“Just a taste.” Jarek’s hot gaze never left her mouth. “Just one.”

“Christina?”

It took her a moment to realize that Marc was asking her approval. She glanced at him and then back at Jarek’s cock. She wanted to taste him, to lick the liquid from the tip of his erection.

Marc waited patiently, the head of his penis barely inside her pussy. His chest and arms were sculpted with muscle as he sat poised, ready to take her. His breathing was deep and slightly ragged.

“Yes.” Christina wanted it all. “I want to taste him while you fuck me.”

Marc’s eyes flared and in one stroke he buried his cock to the hilt. She hissed as her swollen sex stretched to accommodate his width and length. Before she was comfortable, he pulled back and thrust again. Hard.

“You’ll taste him, but you’ll know whose fucking your hot little pussy.” Using his grip, he thrust her hard against him as he plunged again and again.

“Fuck me, Marc. Harder.” Savage pleasure crossed his face as he continued to drive deep. She knew that he’d wanted her all to himself this time, but she just couldn’t say no to Jarek.

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neck, he raised her slightly as he angled his hips towards her open mouth until the tip of his cock was rubbing against her lips.

Flicking her tongue over the bulbous head, she licked the drops that continued to seep from the slit. She savored the taste and continued to circle the tip. Reaching underneath him, she found his balls and fondled them. Jarek threw back his head and moaned.

Christina opened her mouth as wide as she could to accommodate his size. He didn’t hesitate, but surged forward, pushing his cock as far as it would go. Using her tongue, she licked the underside as he pulled back and thrust again. As Jarek fucked her mouth and continued to fondle one of her breasts, Marc continued to pound into her weeping pussy. She felt crammed full with their cocks thrusting into her. She wanted to please them both and have them come inside her. Pleasure held her tight in its grip, not letting up for even a second, but continuing to build steadily until she knew she wouldn’t last much longer.

Marc couldn’t stop staring at her. She had her eyes closed, but her mouth was wide open, eagerly accepting Jarek’s cock. Even though he was fucking her pussy, he envied his brother. He wanted her mouth as well. Damn Jarek for not staying away. This was his time.

His anger grew and he thrust harder, drawing a moan from Christina. Wrapping one forearm underneath her, he continued to fuck her. Angling his other hand between their bodies, he rubbed the juices from her pussy over the tight opening of her ass. By the gods, Jarek had taken her pussy and now her mouth first, but he would be the one to take her ass first. Determined, Marc moistened his finger with her cream and stopped thrusting long enough to slide the tip of his finger inside her tight behind. She tensed and he almost withdrew, but before he could do so, he felt her trying to relax. Intense satisfaction hit him as he realized she was allowing him to do this. Giving him her silent permission to continue.

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He began to move again, pulling her towards him with each thrust, driving his finger deeper in her behind. And she took him. They filled her totally now with cocks and fingers. Jarek continued to fondle her breasts as he thrust his cock into her eager mouth.

Marc longed to see her pale hair spread over the pillows, or better yet, spread over his body. He gritted his teeth, but knew it was too late for him. His balls drew tight to his body and he could feel himself coming.

“Now, Jarek,” he bit out between clenched teeth.

Jarek thrust once more and began to jerk and shake and Marc knew his brother was coming in Christina’s mouth. He drove hard one final time, pushing his finger as far up her ass as it would go. Someday soon, he promised himself, it would be his cock buried there instead of just a finger.