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I draw my tongue along the seam of her pussy, gathering upher juice.

Bron moans and shakes.

“You like that, love. You like having a tongue shoved deepinside. You like your men treating you like a feast. We’ll eat that pussy everyday. You’ll wake in the sweetest way, with a tongue lapping at you, making youhot.” Lach’s words echo my thoughts.

I want to feast every day. I rub my nose through her labia,trying to imprint her scent on me. She’s a juicy piece of fruit. I spear herwith my tongue, going deep in an imitation of what I want to do with my cock. Ifuck her with my tongue and then suckle her clit, her mewling cries making mefeel powerful.

“Every day, love. We’ll pleasure you every day becauseyou’re our whole world.”

I look up her body. Lach’s fangs are scraping her neck. Mybrother and I are in perfect accord. A double-pronged assault on her senses.Cock and fangs penetrating in perfect time.

I get to my knees. Bron stares up at me, her dark eyesglistening. I feel her longing for more than simple sex. She wants theintimacy, the joining, the connection.

I line my cock up and finally press home.

Tightness and warmth, heat surrounds me, squeezes at me.Bron’s legs wrap around my waist, hugging me close. I have to fight my way in.She’s ready, but still so tight. Every inch gained is pure pleasure. I fuck inand out in short bursts, further and further until my cock is encased and myballs caress the cheeks of her ass. I’m inside her. I’m a part of her. This iswhat I dreamed of.

I press in and open my senses, sharing the feeling withBron. I wanted her to know how sweet she is, how good it feels to be deepinside her so she understands that I will protect her with my life, my soul, myvery being.

Bronwyn’s eyes widen and she tightens around me. “Goddess,it feels so good.”

I pull out and fuck my way back in, every inch a revelationof pure pleasure.

Lach’s eyes are full and dark in his head. His fangs gleamin the moonlight. Our eyes meet, the warrior half and the intellectual, bothwith one thought. This woman is our world.

I dive deep, listening to Bron’s cries, finding that onesweet spot in her body that sends her flying. Her womb tightens. Gods, I canfeel her come and it makes my cock explode. I pound into her, over and over. Inever want to stop. Her pussy spasms around me, her whole body shaking.

Lach groans and strikes, his fangs penetrating her neck. Mybrother’s first blood triggers another rush of pleasure—Lach’s from thatlife-giving blood flowing into his body and Bron’s from the delicious feelingof fangs sliding deep and drawing on her vein.

I give up. I let the wave take me, riding it with my otherhalf and my woman.

When Lach releases the vein, I let myself drop ontoBronwyn’s soft body. Her heat envelopes me. Her softness calls to me.

I fall asleep to the steady beat of her heart.

ChapterTwenty-Nine

Bronwyn

I creep out of bed after I’m sure Lachlan and Shimare fast asleep. Sleep. It’s a state I would appreciate, but it will not comefor me. I lay there for what felt like hours, my body perfectly sated, but mymind racing.

It was right there, the need to fully bond. I understand theprocess. It’s a bit like a marriage of convenience versus one of true, purelove. I can do what I need to do without the deepest of bonds. I can stillbridge the twins, giving them access to both halves of their soul. I can stillfeel them both and share sensations, but I won’t know them, not in the deepest,most intimate sense.

I pick up Lach’s shirt and draw it overhead. It hangs pastmy knees, covering me efficiently. I stare down at them. Shim’s arm is stilloutstretched as though reaching for me. Lach is on his back, his head to oneside as though he needs to hide his scars even as he sleeps.

What caused those scars? The scarring went far beyond thephysical. Those scars go down to his soul. He will tell me if I ask, but if webond, I’ll feel his pain, perhaps know how to heal it.

I step away. Do I even want that? Goddess, I don’t knowanything. My whole world was turned upside down again as surely as it wasthirteen years before. Torin killed my parents, but finding out Lach and Shimare real has as big an effect. My world changed, and I’m forced to decide theway my life is going to go.

I walk out to the river, cool grass beneath my feet. Thenight air holds a slight chill, but I welcome it after the heat of the bed. Istop at the river’s edge, not daring to go much further. I won’t run again, butI intend to take a stand. I can’t run away and hide from this war.

The river runs past my feet, a bubbling swell of water thatkeeps going until it reaches the sea. The river is in constant motion, but Ifeel caught. I could jump in and bond and allow Lach and Shim to carry me offor I can stay stubbornly in place like a log caught in the middle of the river.It doesn’t move, simply allows the water to strip off the bark and pulp untilnothing is left.

“Bron?”

I close my eyes briefly, immediately recognizing the voice.It’s the same voice I heard every day for the last thirteen years. It’s a voicethat cajoled and softened the world around me, but now all I hear that voicesaying is how I am to be used.

“What do you need, Gillian?”