Beauty (A Faery Story 3)

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

Shim looked up her body. Lach’s fangs were scraping her neck. He and his brother were in perfect accord. A double-pronged assault on her senses. Cock and fangs penetrating in perfect time.

Shim got to his knees. Bron stared up at him, her dark eyes glistening. He could feel her longing for more than just sex. She wanted the intimacy, the joining, the connection.

He lined his cock up and finally pressed home.

Tightness and warmth, heat surrounded him, squeezed at him. B

ron’s legs wrapped around his waist, hugging him close. He had to fight his way in. She was ready, but still so tight. Every inch gained was pure pleasure. He fucked in and out in short bursts, further and further until his cock was encased and his balls caressed the cheeks of her ass. He was inside her. He was a part of her. This was what he’d dreamed of.

He pressed in and opened his senses, sharing the feeling with Bron. He wanted her to know just how sweet she was, how good it felt to be deep inside her so she would know that he would protect her with his life, his soul, his very being.

Bronwyn’s eyes widened and her cunt tightened around him. “Goddess, it feels so good.”

He pulled out and fucked his way back in, every inch a revelation of pure pleasure.

Lach’s eyes were full and dark in his head. His fangs gleamed in the moonlight. Their eyes met, the warrior half and the intellectual, both with one thought. This woman was their world.

Shim dove deep, listening to Bron’s cries, finding that one sweet spot in her body that sent her flying. Her womb tightened. Gods, he could feel her come and it made his cock explode. He pounded into her, over and over. He never wanted to stop. His balls drew up, his cum pumping out of his body and into hers. Her pussy spasmed around him, her whole body shaking.

Lach groaned and struck, his fangs penetrating her neck. His brother’s first blood triggered another rush of pleasure—Lach’s from that life-giving blood flowing into his body and Bron’s from the delicious feeling of fangs sliding deep and drawing on her vein.

Shim gave up. He let the wave take him, riding it with his other half and his woman.

When Lach released the vein, Shim let himself drop onto Bronwyn’s soft body. Her heat enveloped him, her softness called to him.

He fell asleep to the steady beat of her heart.

* * * *

Bronwyn crept out of bed after she was sure Lachlan and Shim were fast asleep. Sleep. It was a state she would deeply appreciate, but it would not come for her. She’d lain for what felt like hours, her body perfectly sated, but her mind raced.

It had been right there, the need to fully bond. She understood the process. It was a bit like a marriage of convenience versus one of true, pure love. She could do what she needed to do without the deepest of bonds. She would still be able to bridge the twins, giving them access to both halves of their soul. She would still be able to feel them both and share sensations, but she wouldn’t know them, not in the deepest, most intimate sense.

Bron picked up Lach’s shirt and drew it overhead. It hung past her knees, covering her efficiently. She stared down at them. Shim’s arm was still outstretched as though reaching for her. Lach was on his back, his head to one side as though he needed to hide his scars even as he slept.

What had caused those scars? They had scarred the man deep. Bron knew he would tell her if she asked, but if they bonded, she would feel his pain, perhaps know how to heal it.

She stepped away. Did she even want that? Goddess, she didn’t know anything. Her whole world had been turned upside down again as surely as it had thirteen years before. Torin had killed her parents, but Lach and Shim had just as big an effect. Her world was changed, and she was forced to decide the way her life was going to go.

She walked out to the river, cool grass beneath her feet. The night air held a slight chill, but she welcomed it after the heat of their bed. Bron stopped at the river’s edge, not daring to go much further. She wouldn’t run again, but she intended to take a stand. She couldn’t leave.

The river ran past her feet, a bubbling swell of water that kept going until it reached the sea. The river was in constant motion, but Bron felt caught. She could jump in and bond and allow Lach and Shim to carry her off or she could stay stubbornly in place like a log that had gotten caught in the middle of the river. It didn’t move, simply allowed the water to strip off the bark and pulp until nothing was left.

“Bron?”

Bron closed her eyes briefly, immediately recognizing the voice. It was the same voice she’d heard every day for the last thirteen years. It was a voice that had cajoled and softened the world around her, but now all she heard that voice saying was how Bronwyn had been used.

“What do you need, Gillian?”

There was a little huff. It was a laugh completely devoid of humor. “I need to take back about three minutes of my life.”

“Only three?”

Gillian moved to stand next to her. “I wouldn’t take back a second of our time together, Bron. I wish we’d been able to flee the plane. I truly do, but I wouldn’t have left without you. Never.”

That was brutally obvious to Bron. “Yes, well, you did seek me out with a plan in mind, didn’t you?”