Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 132138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 661(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 661(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
I pull the shirt over my head as fast as I can. Not because I’m worried about the spanking, but I understand what Shim represents. The emotional half of the man. The sweet part. The intellectual half. I never want him to think I don’t respect him, don’t want his passion.
I toss the shirt away. They’ll find it and make sure I have it to wear tomorrow because their whole lives are about me.
Shim growls, his hands coming up to cup my breasts. “That’s what I want.”
I stand naked in front of them, completely aware that I’m in the forest without a stitch on. Cool air makes my nipples peak.
Shim reaches out. “This is my night. Lach can spank you all he 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 inside you, 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 the other 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 crowds my front. I’m trapped between them, my every cell aware of how little stands between me and two cocks. Shim’s long, dark hair brushes my nipples, a soft cloud nestling against me.
“Touch me, love.” He reaches down and brings my hands up to his 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’s hair before going to bed. A fine tremble goes through me as emotion swells. We didn’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’s neck and his hair falls free, spilling across his shoulders and halfway down his chest. Shim’s hair is an ebony waterfall. I let my hands wander through the silky stuff. The beauty of his hair does nothing to take away from his masculinity, 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 hair will be hidden in his formal queue. This is for me. Mine to see, to touch, to wash and dress.
A wild wave of possessiveness clutches me. They’re mine. No one else’s. No other woman will touch them or know their beauty inside and out.
“Yes.” Shim presses his pelvis to mine, holding our hips together. “That’s how we feel. Ours. But Bron, it wouldn’t have mattered if a thousand men had touched you. You would still be ours. We would still want you.”
I laugh, thinking of the few times I came close to some man taking 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 in a butterfly kiss. “I was always there. Sometimes I was with you more than I was in 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 to take Shim’s kiss. I go on my tiptoes. “I can’t imagine I was doing anything interesting. Everything good that happened to me, happened at night in my dreams. I couldn’t wait for the day to be done so I could close my eyes and live my real life.”
Shim finally presses his lips to mine and kisses my mouth. Where Lach dominates, Shim cajoles, his lips playing against mine, tongue peeking out in a dance of seduction. He holds my head in his hands and thrusts his tongue deep, caressing mine in a silky glide.
Over and over he takes my mouth, teaching me how he likes to kiss. Learning it himself. I can feel his wonder at tasting me. I’m his great adventure. And he wants his hands on me.
I pull at his tunic, tugging it free of his belt, and finally find what I want, soft skin over hard muscle. Shim is a work of art. I feel the ridges of his stomach and the deep notches at his hips. I explore the way his chest tapers to a lean waist.
“That’s it, love. Gods, Shim, with her here I can feel what she’s doing to you. Open yourself. Send it all out.” Lach presses his cock against the seam of my ass.
Longing swamps me. Desire. Want. Need. It comes at me from all sides, filling my brain with images of what they want.