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 finally seat myself fully, his cock invading every inch of my 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 future king. Should I do as they ask? Should I hide myself away and bear children and let the men run the kingdom?
But don’t I owe my children a strong mother? So many obligations. I owe my future children, my dead parents, my hopeful brothers, my husbands, my people.
What do I owe myself?
“Not now, Bron. Please.” Lach looks up at me with troubled eyes pleading.
He’s right. It isn’t the time to worry or let future cares cloud me. This is our time, a shelter from everything else. Tomorrow might fall like 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 cock moving inside me. A wave of pure pleasure hits me and it’s from Lachlan. He loves this, loves being inside me. This is his home.
“Lean over, love. Put your chest against Lach’s.” Shim returned from the river where I’m sure he dumped his clothes and cleaned himself. He presses down on my back, forcing me forward.
“What’s he doing?” I ask. My nipples brush against Lach’s hard chest.
“Getting ready. He’s oiling up his cock so he can fuck your ass, love. This is what we’ve always wanted. You in between us. You completing us. We weren’t whole without you. We would be shells if you went away.” Lach holds 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.” Shim sends out a wave that slams against me.
Every nerve in his body is focused on me. Every muscle is ready, every cell in his being awake and alive. He waited his whole life for this moment, and it goes beyond the sex. He waited to bond, the true bond. He waited to know me. Shim doesn’t want sex. He wants to make love to the woman who bridges his soul. He wants to share with me. Even though he had Lach, he was so alone without me.
Shim doesn’t know how or why we connected at so early an age, but he never questioned it. He knew I was his and he was mine. No other women were even a vague thought. He wants me. Needs me. My name is a song in his soul.
I feel his heart pounding in his chest as he fucks in short strokes, 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 around him. He loves the heat of my body because he thinks there’s a cold, dead place inside him that only I can fill. He’s lonely, too. Shim is light and heat, but he has only a chill. He worried all his life that I would reject him because he’s made of the cold, dead things of the planes.
I shake my head, tears filling my eyes. “No. You’re not cold.”
He doesn’t answer, but the look on his face tells me he doesn’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.”
Shim overwhelms me with the feel of my asshole clenching around him as he finally slides deep. If there’s discomfort, I don’t feel it. I can only feel his pleasure as he presses in, the tightness making his balls draw up, curling in ecstasy.
It’s so tight. Tighter than ever since I’m packed with their cocks.
Shim pulls out almost to the rim while Lach presses up until I can feel his balls against my flesh.
This is what I dreamed of. Both my men. My Dark Ones. They fill me, surrounded me, protect and hold me. For so long they were the dream I retreated to, and then they were a reality I might have to flee from, but here and now they are everything.
I ride them, pumping back and forth, accepting everything they have to give. I sink into them, their pleasure, their emotion, and give them back my own.
Pleasure singes my spine, heats my skin.
I feel the moment Shim’s orgasm starts. It blasts through my system. I hear myself shout and the men move. Lach pulls me down, grinding into me. His pelvis rubs across my clit, sending shivers of pleasure, opening me up, enfolding my senses.
Lach shouts beneath me, and I feel the hot wash of his orgasm filling my pussy.
We fall into a heap and I feel it. Both men reach out to me, opening themselves to the bond.
“Is tú mo ghrá,” they say in one voice.