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Beauty (A Faery Story 3)

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“Touch me, love.” He reached down and brought her hands up to his hair where it was pulled together in a long queue, held by a leather tie. “Take my hair down.”

It was a sidhe ritual, the taking down of a warrior’s hair before going to bed. Bron’s hands shook a little. They hadn’t done this the first time due to necessity and the fever pitch of it all. This time was more deliberate. This time felt real. She pulled the tie at Shim’s neck and his hair fell free, spilling across his shoulders and halfway down his chest. Shim’s hair was an ebony waterfall. Bron let her hands wander through the silky stuff. The beauty of his hair did nothing to take away from his masculinity, rather it sharpened and defined it.

Shim looked down at her, his face now framed by his hair. It was something only his wife would see. Everywhere else the glory of that hair would be hidden in his formal queue. This was for her. Hers to see, to touch, to wash and dress.

A wild wave of possessiveness clutched at her. They were hers. No one else’s. No other woman would touch them or know their beauty inside and out.

“Yes.” Shim pressed his pelvis to hers, holding their 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.”

She laughed, thinking of the few times she’d come close to some man taking advantage of her. That was when she’d felt the fire first spark in her hands. “You were there to protect me.”

“Always.” His mouth hovered right over hers, 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 kissed her neck. “He would just lie there. He was trying to feel you.”

They had reached out across the planes. She tilted her head up to take Shim’s kiss. She went on her 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 pressed his lips to hers and kissed her mouth. Where Lach dominated, Shim cajoled, his lips playing against hers, tongue peeking out in a dance of seduction. He held her head in his hands and thrust his tongue deep, caressing hers in a silky glide.

Over and over he took her mouth, teaching her how he liked to kiss. Learning it himself. She could feel his wonder at tasting her. She was his great adventure. And he wanted his hands on her.

She pulled at his tunic, tugging it free of his belt, and finally found what she wanted, soft skin over hard muscle. Shim was a work of art. She felt the ridges of his stomach and the deep notches at his hips. She explored the way his chest tapered 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 pressed his cock against the seam of her ass.

Longing swamped her. Desire. Want. Need. It came at her from all sides, filling her brain with images of what they wanted.

Her in between them, taking everything they had. They would fill her pussy and ass with cock and ride her until they’d spent every ounce of cum they had. They wanted her filled with their cocks and their cum. They wanted her desperate for them, as desperate as they were for her.

Shim pulled back and reached for her hand. “Come along. Unlike my brother, I want my comforts. Lach would shove you to the ground, but I have something else in mind.”

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

Though the thought of Lach’s passion did things to her insides, she was going with Shim on this one.

He led her a short ways through the forest, the silvery moon lighting the way. She saw the glow of candles before they entered the small clearing.

There was a bed, one of several Roan had brought in small packs. Vampire technology sometimes seemed a bit like magic to Bron. The bed had been a small cube no bigger than the palm of her hand, but when the right command was given, it turned into a comfortable place to sleep. Shim had set up several torches to approximate candlelight. Her e

yes misted when she saw the shamrocks and marigolds and Saint-John’s-wort strewn on the bed. A proper bedding to ensure a long marriage.

Yes, Lach might shove her against a tree because he couldn’t stand to not be inside her, but Shim wanted all the trappings. Even on the run, he’d tried to make things beautiful for her.

It was right there on the tip of her tongue to say “I love you,” but she held back. She couldn’t. Not with so much left unresolved between them. “Thank you.”

His eyes closed and she was sure he’d heard her thoughts, felt her hesitation. But he smiled down at her. “You’re welcome, love. Now undress your husbands.”

She wouldn’t fight him on that. He was her husband. Lach was her husband. She didn’t remember the moment she’d bonded with them, but it had happened all the same. The connection was undeniable.

She pulled Shim’s shirt overhead and laid it to the side, then did the same for Lach.

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

His face was tight as though he was a little worried she would reject the idea, but Bron got to her knees. She remembered how he’d tongued her pussy and licked her until she’d come. She wanted to give him the same pleasure.

She undid the tie of his pants. Lach and Shim stood side by side. She undressed them, handling trousers and boots and putting them away until both her men stood in their full glory. Two magnificent bodies. She felt small on her knees, her men staring down at her. Small and protected and desired.

“Touch me, Bron.” Shim had a hand on his cock. “Touch me here while you suck on Lachlan.”



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