Page 91 of Beauty

Shim reaches out. “This is my night. Lach can spank you allhe likes, but my cock is going to be inside you tonight.”

“It’s my first blood.” Lach puts his hands on my shoulder,his fingers tracing the line of my neck. “But don’t think I won’t get insideyou, too.”

My whole body softens at the thought of having them both.I’m not a simpleton. I know what it means. One cock will find my pussy and theother will be in my mouth or my ass. And I want to try it all.

Lach’s hands trace my curves from behind while Shim crowdsmy front. I’m trapped between them, my every cell aware of how little standsbetween me and two cocks. Shim’s long, dark hair brushes my nipples, a softcloud nestling against me.

“Touch me, love.” He reaches down and brings my hands up tohis hair where it’s pulled together in a long queue, held by a leather tie.“Take my hair down.”

It’s a sidhe ritual, the taking down of a warrior’shair before going to bed. A fine tremble goes through me as emotion swells. Wedidn’t do this the first time due to necessity and the fever pitch of it all.This time is more deliberate. This time feels real. I pull the tie at Shim’sneck and his hair falls free, spilling across his shoulders and halfway downhis chest. Shim’s hair is an ebony waterfall. I let my hands wander through thesilky stuff. The beauty of his hair does nothing to take away from hismasculinity, rather it sharpens and defines it.

Shim stares down at me, his face now framed by his hair.It’s something only his wife will see. Everywhere else the glory of that hairwill be hidden in his formal queue. This is for me. Mine to see, to touch, towash and dress.

A wild wave of possessiveness clutches me. They’re mine. Noone else’s. No other woman will touch them or know their beauty inside and out.

“Yes.” Shim presses his pelvis to mine, holding our hipstogether. “That’s how we feel. Ours. But Bron, it wouldn’t have mattered if athousand men had touched you. You would still be ours. We would still wantyou.”

I laugh, thinking of the few times I came close to some mantaking advantage of me. That was when I felt the fire first spark in my hands.“You were there to protect me.”

“Always.” His mouth hovers right over mine, lips brushing ina butterfly kiss. “I was always there. Sometimes I was with you more than I wasin my own life.”

“I worried he was fading a few times.” Lach kisses my neck.“He would just lie there. He was trying to feel you.”

They reached out across the planes. I tilt my head up totake Shim’s kiss. I go on my tiptoes. “I can’t imagine I was doing anythinginteresting. Everything good that happened to me, happened at night in mydreams. I couldn’t wait for the day to be done so I could close my eyes andlive my real life.”

Shim finally presses his lips to mine and kisses my mouth.Where Lach dominates, Shim cajoles, his lips playing against mine, tonguepeeking out in a dance of seduction. He holds my head in his hands and thrustshis tongue deep, caressing mine in a silky glide.

Over and over he takes my mouth, teaching me how he likes tokiss. Learning it himself. I can feel his wonder at tasting me. I’m his greatadventure. And he wants his hands on me.

I pull at his tunic, tugging it free of his belt, andfinally find what I want, soft skin over hard muscle. Shim is a work of art. Ifeel the ridges of his stomach and the deep notches at his hips. I explore theway his chest tapers to a lean waist.

“That’s it, love. Gods, Shim, with her here I can feel whatshe’s doing to you. Open yourself. Send it all out.” Lach presses his cockagainst the seam of my ass.

Longing swamps me. Desire. Want. Need. It comes at me fromall sides, filling my brain with images of what they want.

Me in between them, taking everything they have. They willfill my pussy and ass with cock and ride me until they spend every ounce theyhave. They want to fill me. They want me desperate for them, as desperate asthey are for me.

Shim pulls back and reaches for my hand. “Come along. Unlikemy brother, I want my comforts. Lach would shove you to the ground, but I havesomething else in mind.”

“I would,” Lach admits. “Or I saw a very nice tree I couldtoss her up against if she didn’t like the ground. He’s a bit prissy. He needsa bed.”

Though the thought of Lach’s passion does things to myinsides, I’m going with Shim on this one.

He leads me a short way through the forest, the silvery moonlighting the path. I see the glow of candles before we enter the smallclearing.

There’s a bed, one of several Roan brought in small packs.Vampire technology sometimes seems a bit like magic. When packed the bed is asmall cube no bigger than the palm of my hand, but when the right command isgiven, it turns into a comfortable place to sleep. Shim set up several torchesto approximate candlelight. My eyes mist when I see the shamrocks and marigoldsand Saint-John’s-wort strewn on the bed. A proper bedding to ensure a longmarriage.

Yes, Lach might shove me against a tree because he can’tstand to not be inside me, but Shim wants all the trappings. Even on the run,he tried to make things beautiful.

It’s right there on the tip of my tongue to say “I loveyou,” but I hold back. I can’t. Not with so much left unresolved between us.“Thank you.”

His eyes close and I’m sure he heard my thoughts, felt myhesitation. But he smiles down at me. “You’re welcome, love. Now undress yourhusbands.”

I won’t fight him on that. Shim is my husband. Lach is myhusband. I don’t remember the moment I bonded with them, but it happened allthe same. The connection is undeniable.

I pull Shim’s shirt off and lay it to the side, then do thesame for Lach.

“On your knees,” Lach commands. “We both need some attentionbefore we take care of you. I watched females in my cousin’s club kiss theirlovers’ cocks and pleasure them with their mouths. I want to do this. I want tofuck your mouth, Bronwyn.”