Beauty (A Faery Story 3)

“Hush or I’ll have you naked right here. I have a theory. I want to test it.” His hand delved under her pants, travelling down.

She tried to pull away, but he held her fast. Damn him, even that seemed to make her hot.

“How wet is she?” Shim asked. He leaned over, and she could see white fangs and those deep eyes. In the dark it looked like his whole eye was as black as the night around them. Sweet Shim looked like a predator ready to eat her up, and she would let him because she knew what it felt like when he fed.

Lach’s hand made its way to its destination, and Bron had to sigh. His fingers slipped over her clitoris. She’d touched herself a thousand times while thinking of her Dark Ones. Why did his hand feel so different? His fingers on her flesh made her spread her legs wider to give him better access.

“The poor princess was so traumatized by her spanking that she’s fucking soaking wet.” His fingers slid all over, delving between her labia and parting her.

She knew she should probably feel some shame, but it was near impossible. They had waited. She had waited. Why should anything be wrong? She could hear her father talk about ladylike behavior and how important it was she never behave as less than a lady, but she’d died and then lived in terrible circumstances, and somewhere along the way she’d left the lady behind and become a woman. No perfect lady could have survived. But a woman, a real woman, was strong and she didn’t shrink from loving pleasure.

“That’s what I want, a chumann. That’s my woman.” Lach kissed her ear and played in her pussy, the intimacy causing her to nestle close to him. This was what had made Kaja moan. The fact that there didn’t have to be boundaries between a wife and her husbands. There was a beautiful freedom that came with love, that opened all doors.

“Do I really just send my thoughts out?” She leaned back into him, not fighting now. She wanted what he could give her.

Shim’s hands were on the bottom of her pants. He tugged and she didn’t protest. She was with her husbands. It wasn’t wrong. “You are so loud, love. And you don’t just send thoughts out. You pull power when you want to.”

She sat straight up as Shim gave her pants a firm pull. “That’s how I called fire. It was because of you.”

He tugged and managed to get the trousers to her knees. “Yes, love. You pulled it from me and made things go quite haywire on my end.”

Lach’s tongue licked along the shell of her ear. “Everyone thought he would burn the palace down. Luckily it’s mostly stone.”

Shim gave her pants a final pull and then tossed them to the side. He held her ankles in his hands. “Every time you felt truly threatened, you pulled it from me, though it’s become stronger as we’ve gotten older. This last time was hard to control.”

“When the guards were trying to kill Ove?” It was the last time she’d felt the fire. She remembered that she’d wanted a way to defend the brownie, and she had known she could call on fire.

Shim sat back, staring at the juncture of her thighs where Lach’s fingers played in her pussy. “Yesterday. You pulled power from me and it almost destroyed the farm we were staying at. Gods, you have a beautiful pussy.”

“Shim, we need to figure this out. I don’t want to destroy a farm the next time I feel a little threatened.” But it was hard to think. Her pussy was swelling under Lach’s hands. He seemed to know just how to touch her.

“No, we don’t. Not tonight.” Shim stood. “Tonight is for us. Let’s get her back to our camp. I didn’t set all of that stuff up so we could fuck her in the grass.”

She gasped as Lach pulled his hands away.

Shim reached down and pulled her up. She was still wearing her shirt.

“Take it off. I want to see your breasts.” Shim proved he could be demanding, too.

Lach moved to stand beside his brother. He was licking his fingers, sucking them into his mouth. He was tasting the juice from her pussy. She had to watch him. He licked his fingers clean.

“I said take your shirt off. Bronwyn, I won’t let you take me less seriously than Lach. You have two seconds to get that shirt off or I’ll be the one spanking you.”

She pulled her shirt over her head as fast as she could. Not because she was worried about the spanking, but she understood what Shim represented. The emotional half of the man. The sweet part. The intellectual half. She never wanted him to think she didn’t respect him, didn’t want his passion.

She tossed the shirt away. They would find it and make sure she had it to wear tomorrow because their whole lives were about her.

Shim growled a little. His hands came up to cup her breasts. “That’s what I want.”

She stood naked in front of them, completely aware that she was standing in the forest without a stitch on. Cool air made her nipples peak.

Shim reached 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 put his hands on her shoulder, his fingers tracing the line of her neck. “But don’t think I won’t get inside you, too.”

Her whole body softened at the thought of having them both. She wasn’t a simpleton. She knew what it meant. One cock would find her pussy and the other would be in her mouth or her ass. And she wanted to try it all.

Lach’s hands traced her curves from behind while Shim crowded her front. She was trapped between them, her every cell aware of how little stood between her and two cocks. Shim’s long, dark hair brushed her nipples, a soft cloud nestling against her.