Divine Charity (44 page)

She fought free and jumped to her feet but he merely took her back down to the ground. As she struggled, she became aware she was laid out on the hide the other Viking had carried on his shoulder. It was soft beneath her. They had a care to not abrade the skin off of her back. That was something at least. The lead Viking hovered over her, triumph gleaming in his eyes. She couldn’t have him thinking he’d bested her that easily.

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A river of fire seared its way through Justin’s veins as his wench shoved at his chest and tried unsuccessfully to squirm away from him. He’d seen the fiery gleam in her eye through the window and he’d challenged her and allowed her to escape multiple times, knowing each close call would only make the victory sweeter when he finally fucked her.

“For all your haughty demeanor, I think you are no unwilling wench. Your lord was a weakling, offering little in the way of challenge before my blade sent him to hell.” Fighting fiercely as a wild cat, her pride dictated that she not give in easily and he gladly gave what she needed in order to allow herself to be claimed. And claimed her he most certainly did, and not just for a night.

“No!”

“Oh, yes.”

His brothers, in arms as well as in life, each grabbed an ankle so she could no longer get any traction or accidentally knee him in the nuts. Sinking his fingers into her lustrous golden locks, he braced himself on an elbow as he yanked the fastenings free on his breeches, releasing his thick cock. His heavy balls ached fiercely with the need for release. Her fruitless attempts to get free made her pant with effort, high-pitched sounds that only increased his feral need. With his cock free and seeking her cunt with a flex of his hips, he grasped her by the jaw so he could look into her eyes. They met his and he smiled at the blue fire she branded him with. Her cheeks were rosy from her fight and her red lips trembled as his cock found her entrance.

“Face it, wench. You’re mine. Ours.”

At the reminder, she cast her gaze briefly to his men and then back to him. Instead of giving in, she renewed her struggles, but his brothers held her legs open wide so all her squirming did was further entice him as she unwittingly rubbed her hot, wet cunt against his shaft, coating him with her honey. A soft, telling moan escaped her as she rubbed her nipples against his chest. That was all the evidence he needed that she was ready for him. Truly willing.

He held her head steady with his grip on her hair and gazed into her eyes as with one great flex of the muscles in his hips and thighs, he thrust his cock deep within her tight, hot cunt. Her slick flesh tightened around him as her eyes rolled back in her head and her release came upon her.

His heart ached with pride as she continued her struggles, only this time she moved with him instead of against him. She was surely their equal, up to the task of pleasing them as well as taming their heretofore restless spirits. He cut her rapturous scream off as he kissed her. Her orgasm proclaimed what her lips could not as her cunt milked his plundering cock. It took all his strength not to give in to the rippling tugs of her sweet pussy and spurt his seed straightaway.

The approving growls of his brothers drew his attention. Glancing up at them while he fucked her, he knew they were more than ready to make truth out of his suggestion when he’d first laid eyes on her through the window. Verily, she was the one meant to be theirs. Her fiery spirit only affirmed that truth as she lifted her bound hands to them and demanded, “Free me.”

Wondering if perhaps the three of them were becoming her slaves, he watched as his brother took his knife out and cut her bonds.

The sounds of leather and fur being tugged loose and free, and the metallic thud of a heavy belt and garment hitting the ground told him that his brothers were preparing to do as their lusty appetites dictated.

He rose to his knees, gazing down at her as he continued fucking her. She arched her back and her large breasts bobbed sensually with his thrusts. The fire in his blood blazed higher as he watched her wet cunt devour his long shaft with each stroke. The apex of her woman’s pleasure came upon her again and he growled deeply as her juices flooded from her, coating his cock and making him nearly lose control.

Ransome leaned forward to capture one of her tight nipples, sucking as much of it into his mouth as he could. She cried out and sank her fingers into the braid his brother favored for containing his long hair in battle. His brother slid a hand down her creamy torso and around her hip, seeking her rear opening. Preparing her for the invasion to come.

He knew the moment his brother penetrated her with his well-slicked fingertips because her cunt tightened even more around his shaft, making it nearly difficult to fuck her. Val, now divested of his shaggy breeches and belt, kneeled down on her other side and took her mouth with his. He tweaked her other nipple until it was a dark red point, and she strained to push her breast against his hand and sank her fingers into the messy knots of hair atop his head to force him to make greater contact.

“More!” she cried lustily. “Don’t stop!”

Just as her pussy tightened around him and her panting signaled that she was near orgasm again, he slowed his thrusts and lodged himself deep inside her. Her eyes flashed open and an angry sound erupted from her throat.

“Don’t worry, my fiery wench. Afore long you’ll have more cock than you know what to do with.”

He slid his hands around her back and lifted her to him, pressing her plump, heaving breasts against his chest, the two of them still joined. A chuckle escaped him as she tried to take over, fucking herself on his cock until he tightened his hold and stilled her movements.

“Bastard!” she cried, struggling hard, squirming around on his cock with her slippery cunt until his balls ached with the fierce need to spurt.

He laid his palm against her ass with one slap that resounded through the forest. His brothers chuckled as his action only seemed to arouse her further and made her struggles even stronger, inspiring him to lay his palm upon the other lush cheek.

She looked up at him with flashing eyes and surprised him when she grabbed handfuls of his hair and smashed her lips to his. The pain of her hold on his hair only served to further enslave him to her wiles. She was their perfect match.

Ransome met his eyes as he finished preparing her rear opening and crowded in behind her, looking down as he fit his cock to her asshole and gripped her hip with the other.

She stiffened in his hold as she released his lips and she looked up at him, vulnerability tempering the heat that had so recently flashed in them before her eyelids fluttered closed. Her cunt grew tight…crowded, as she took his brother’s cockhead inside her. Reaching up and back, she sank her fingers into Ransome’s messy braid again, but didn’t pull at him. She licked her lower lip and whimpered but didn’t fight as her ass was invaded. Tightening his grip on her, he held her up against him as she went weak, willingly taking what was given to her, judging by her moans.

“Yes,” she whispered, as his brother grasped her other hip and thrust more deeply.

Their eyes met over her shoulder and he could tell by the way his brother’s eyes rolled back that he was nearly ready to burst from the pleasure. “Woman, you are surely built to pleasure a man,” he muttered in approval as he rocked back and forth within her sweet cunt.

His other brother ran his fingers through her wild, golden curls, drawing her attention to him, standing right beside the three of them, wanting his pleasure as well. She looked up at him, seeming to make a connection as she stared into his eyes and reached out to clasp her hand with his.

Standing tall and proud, Val gazed down at her and stroked his thumb along her jaw, commanding her to open as he brought his cock close to her lips. She licked her lips and opened her mouth to take his brother’s cock but halted when Justin put a finger to her chin.

“Woman, bite my brother and you will suffer.”

She turned her gaze to him, the fire tempered by another emotion, and then looked up at his brother. “Never. Come to me.”

Eagerly, she took his brother’s swelling cock into her mouth, moaning as she licked him and wet him with her tongue. His brother growled and softly cursed as she took as much of his length as she could, her cheeks hollowing with every backstroke as she sucked him. Judging by the sounds he made, she was as talented as she was generous.

The four of them united, they moved as one, taking what they needed, feeding a voracious hunger that spun the knot of tension the joining of all their bodies created ever tighter.

“Gods!” his brother cried out from behind her. “I won’t last much longer!”

“Yes!” His other brother growled and his movements became tighter as he thrust into her mouth.

Her only vocal response was a whimper but her body spoke loudly, her sinuous movements growing more pronounced, more violent as she rocked back and forth between them.

Fisting her hair in his hands, his brother finally howled as he gave in to her sucking and came within her mouth. Watching her swallow his brother’s seed even as she fucked him, paying attention to all, and yet fucking each with all her strength and will, was his final undoing.

As he thrust deep over and over, his release gathered inside his balls. Like an inferno, it finally rushed from him, his seed erupting from his granite-hard shaft in fiery waves that drew a loud groan from his throat.

She released his brother’s cock from her mouth and let her head fall back. With an exultant cry, she came one final time.

Wrapping his arms around her from behind, his brother’s hold was at once strong, claiming her, and tender as he cupped one of her pale breasts in his hand. He thrust home one last time and pressed his forehead against her shoulder as a mortal-sounding groan filled the air around them.

She would’ve collapsed between them if they hadn’t been holding her up. The nighttime breeze cooled the moisture on his skin and he stroked her arms as she shivered. “You own me, woman.”

His brothers murmured loving words to her as they caressed her and brushed her hair from her face.

Catching his breath, he lifted her chin and waited until she opened those loving blue eyes, smiling as he saw the misting of tears in them. He’d done right by her. All three of them had. It was there in her gaze. It was there in the pleasant ache in his chest. “Woman, I love you more than words can say.”

The smile—that knowing, self-assured smile he had grown to adore crossed her lips and she murmured, “I will gladly be your slave forever, do anything you want me to do. Please don’t leave me.”

“Never,” the three of them affirmed.

“Speaking for all three of us, woman, we claim you for our very own, forevermore.”

Her smile widened and she rested her head against his chest and let them take over.

Moments later, wrapped in the soft hide to keep her warm, Justin lifted her into his arms. Val and Ransome gathered their clothing, which was scattered across the small clearing. He carried her silently, letting the vestiges of his role-playing mindset whisper away on the cool breeze, leaving in its place a strong cohesive bond between the four of them.

It was one thing to love and adore her. It was another entirely for their spirits to mesh in one of the most important aspects of their lives as lovers. This bond, this love of playing and pretending. The last pieces of the puzzle clicked firmly into place.

Almost twenty-three years ago he’d justified claiming her on his own with the belief that he couldn’t share, allowing himself to be blinded by pride because the painful truth was that he
wouldn’t
share. Because of her patience and his brothers’—because they really were brothers—forgiveness, he could move forward with the three of them together. United and equal in their love for her.

Early July…

Standing on the deck of the lakeside cabin, surrounded by the friends and family she loved, Charity listened with tears in her eyes as Justin spoke the vows he’d composed for the binding ceremony. Ethan stood before them conducting the ceremony, the first of its kind in Divine which affirmed their wedding vows while at the same time binding Val and Ransome to them.

Her heart thumped with love that seemed to fill her chest and spread outward as he kneeled before her and spoke with his heart in his eyes.

“With all my heart, I accept and welcome Valentine Teller and Ransome Cross as equal members into our union. Charity, I share your heart with them, sure in the knowledge that your love has multiplied, more than fulfilling us, rather than dividing between us.”

The water rippled in soft waves against the piers of the deck as Val kneeled before her, speaking simple vows to love, honor, protect, trust, and be faithful to her. Tears threatened as Val slid the slim, diamond-studded ring next to her wedding band and then wrapped his arms around her hips.

Sliding her fingertips around his nape, beneath the fall of his black silky hair, she leaned down as he gazed up at her with love in his eyes, and she kissed him long and tender.

Feeling overwhelmed with emotion, she didn’t know how she’d continue without breaking down and blubbering, but she managed somehow as Ransome took his cousin’s place down on one knee before her.

“I’ve loved you most of my life, Charity, and I gladly bind my heart to yours, promising to love you, cherish you, be there for you in good times and in bad, for the rest of my days and beyond.” He paused for a moment before speaking what his eyes were also saying. “I love you with all my heart.”