Page 104 of Beauty

A simple truth comes to me. I’m not ready to say the wordsyet. I’m not there. I love in my dreams, but reality smacks me straight in thegut. Reality is so much harder, and they had a lifetime to come to terms. But Iknow one thing for absolute certain. “I can never hate you.”

“I pray to Danu that is true.” He leans over and kisses me,a soft brushing of lips against lips. “Because it would kill my soul, and Idon’t have any power over that.”

Shim’s fingers forage deep and I groan.

A sexy smile comes over Lach’s lips. “What’s he doing toyou?”

“He’s tearing me up.” But it also feels good. I’m not surehow many fingers Shim has deep in my backside, but they burn and stretch andmake my nerves come alive.

“It only feels like that, love,” Shim says, his fingersslipping out of me. “She’s doing beautifully. She’s stretched wide and waitingfor a cock. But don’t let her come until I get inside.” He walks down towardthe river.

I feel my eyes widen. Both? Now? But I don’t have time toprotest. Lach lifts me up. I’m not sure when he shed his clothes, but his bodyis bare, his cock standing straight up against his washboard belly. He lifts meas though I weigh nothing at all and places me over his cock.

“Take it, Bron. Take my cock. Fuck it, Princess. Ride me.”

I reach down and hold him in my hand, pulling him intoposition and lining him up to my ripe pussy. I’m so wet, but I still feelimpaled as I begin to slide onto Lach’s monster cock. He fills me up. I have tocontrol it, slipping down inch by glorious inch.

Lach grips my hips. “Damn, woman. You’re killing me. Sofucking tight. So good.”

I finally seat myself fully, his cock invading every inch ofmy pussy. I can feel him practically touching my womb. He will come inside me,filling me with his essence. I might already be carrying his child—a futureking. Should I do as they ask? Should I hide myself away and bear children andlet the men run the kingdom?

But don’t I owe my children a strong mother? So manyobligations. I owe my future children, my dead parents, my hopeful brothers, myhusbands, my people.

What do I owe myself?

“Not now, Bron. Please.” Lach looks up at me with troubledeyes pleading.

He’s right. It isn’t the time to worry or let future carescloud me. This is our time, a shelter from everything else. Tomorrow might falllike a hammer on all of us, but tonight is a beautiful thing. Bonding.

Lach sighs as I draw up a bit and move back down, his cockmoving inside me. A wave of pure pleasure hits me and it’s from Lachlan. Heloves this, loves being inside me. This is his home.

“Lean over, love. Put your chest against Lach’s.” Shimreturned from the river where I’m sure he dumped his clothes and cleanedhimself. He presses down on my back, forcing me forward.

“What’s he doing?” I ask. My nipples brush against Lach’shard chest.

“Getting ready. He’s oiling up his cock so he can fuck yourass, love. This is what we’ve always wanted. You in between us. You completingus. We weren’t whole without you. We would be shells if you went away.” Lachholds me, opening me for his brother’s invasion.

I gasp as I feel his cockhead press against my asshole.

“Feel me, love. Listen to what I’m feeling. Know me.” Shimsends out a wave that slams against me.

Every nerve in his body is focused on me. Every muscle isready, every cell in his being awake and alive. He waited his whole life forthis moment, and it goes beyond the sex. He waited to bond, the true bond. Hewaited to know me. Shim doesn’t want sex. He wants to make love to the womanwho bridges his soul. He wants to share with me. Even though he had Lach, hewas so alone without me.

Shim doesn’t know how or why we connected at so early anage, but he never questioned it. He knew I was his and he was mine. No otherwomen were even a vague thought. He wants me. Needs me. My name is a song inhis soul.

I feel his heart pounding in his chest as he fucks in shortstrokes, opening me a bit more each time.

“Feel me,” Lach says, his eyes steady on me.

He loves being in my pussy, loves the feel of me all aroundhim. He loves the heat of my body because he thinks there’s a cold, dead placeinside him that only I can fill. He’s lonely, too. Shim is light and heat, buthe has only a chill. He worried all his life that I would reject him becausehe’s made of the cold, dead things of the planes.

I shake my head, tears filling my eyes. “No. You’re notcold.”

He doesn’t answer, but the look on his face tells me hedoesn’t believe.

I kiss him, feeling Shim as he finally breaches my ass.“You’re not cold, my Lachlan. You aren’t cold to me.”

“Never to you, love.”