“And what happens when his mom finds out? I don’t think she’ll have a problem with it, but we should—” Simeon was shaking his head at Mark doing this, but it was too late.
Mark ran his thumb down the blade, then rubbed the blood over the scroll work, just like he’d done it a million times. Before Simeon could find out if he was all right, the sword started to hum, then it turned a bright blue. All the time it was going through the change, Mark held onto it with both hands and didn’t stop smiling.
When he fell to the ground, Simeon started to reach for him when Bryn told him to wait. He didn’t appear to be hurt in any way, so he did wait. She would know better than anyone, he supposed, if something had happened to the boy. After several minutes Mark stood up, but he looked beaten…exhausted, he supposed. When he staggered over to the porch where they’d been sitting, he sat down, holding the sword in his lap like a lifeline. He looked up at him when he said his name.
“I’m okay. I’m feeling really sleepy, but I’m all right. I don’t hurt at all, I’m just wobbly.” Simeon sat next to him while Bryn stood in front of him. “That was fantastic. I guess that we’re okay now, the sword and me?”
“Yes. Would you like to try it out?” Simeon wasn’t sure that was such a good idea, but Mark stood up and held out the sword. “Just think of how I’ve been teaching you. How to hold the sword. Where it has to be pointed when you’re setting your feet. It’s a weapon, as I told you, so you must always be concerned where you have the blade pointed. If you do not, then you could hurt someone, or yourself. Carefully think about each movement of yourself and the blade.”
Simeon could see that he was better at it. Not only did Mark hold the sword steadier, but his movements were smoother, his muscles didn’t seem to strain so hard. As Mark practiced with Bryn, Simeon reached out to his brother to let him know what was going on.
She already let us know what she’s been doing and what Mark has done. And she had Mark make sure it was okay with us as well. As for the sword, I knew that eventually he’d have to do that, and I’m glad that you guys were there when it happened. He’s doing well, then? Simeon told him he was doing very well. I knew he would. And to have someone like Bryn training him on how to do it, that’s even better.
He told him that he’d record some of it for him and pulled out his phone. Simeon had been in awe of the things she was doing before, but after Mark had fixed his sword, they were in perfect harmony with each other. The music that he’d thought of before this was now almost an opera, something that he would pay good money to see.
“Do you think that she’ll be like that in bed?” Simeon looked at Akassa. “The reason I ask is, she’s so focused on what she’s doing. And all I can think about is how she’d touch me or you. I’m not being a pervert, but I do want to know if she’ll touch me that way too…that’s all. Christ, she’s beautiful.”
“You’re not a pervert, and we’re not going to ask her either.” Akassa said that he wasn’t going to. “But you’re right. If she puts as much effort into making love as she is teaching him those movements, then we’re going to die. Happily, but dead all the same.”
They were both still laughing when Mark made his way home. There was plenty for them to be doing—the castle still had a few things they could finish up—but for right now, they were enjoying sitting on the deck with her. She sat on the chair and the two of them shared the swing. Simeon thought he could very easily get used to this. Just being family without all the worry of being something more.
“He’s very good…focused and willing to learn. Men that I had to work with have never taken to the sword as readily as he did. And he’s very smart as well. Did you know that he’s thinking of becoming an attorney? He seems to think that there will be a need for dragon representation. I didn’t tell him that they already had their representation, but he’s happy.” He asked her if it was Asher. “No, it’s all of you, including the mates to you. The king, it’s his duty to watch over them. Make sure that they’re cared for and happy. Asher does a good job of that. I’ve never seen so many of them happy with the way things are going. But you all, with your dragons and magic, you represent them in the best possible way by keeping them safe, and rules enforced. King Anthony did a good job, but he lacked help and had to do everything for himself. This is much better.”
“I sometimes forget that you were here during that time. When there were lots of dragons. What was it like? I mean, we have it now, but there are so many more people around too.” She nodded and looked out beyond the trees. Simeon wasn’t sure she was going to answer him.
“When I was little, about eight or so, the skies were filled with them. Not just the larger ones—it might surprise you to know that there weren’t that many of them—but the little ones too. The slayers have been around since about the time the dragon was first created. And when they started to hunt them, it was harder and harder for them to take to the skies. The smaller ones, they could and often did pass for birds, or even smaller flying animals. But the larger ones, with no planes or such to mistake them for, they began to take more and more to the grounds. Ada and her brother, they were only about as big as you are when you’re your dragon when I was little.” She leaned back in her chair, her head resting on the back as she continued. “When the king and queen took to the skies, if only to survey the grounds, it was such a glorious sight. Their colors were so brilliant, and it almost hurt one to see them there. A lot of the other dragons would do that as well, take to the skies just to say that they’d flown with the king and queen. Of course, that wasn’t quite right, but no one cared then. It was a pleasure to be with them.”
“I guess you had a strange childhood, what with being a warrior.” She nodded and smiled at him. “You’re very beautiful when you do that. It’s like the sky has opened up and shone right down on you. There are times when I’m amazed at how lucky we are to have you in our lives.”
“Would you kiss me?” Simeon didn’t move, nor did Akassa. “You don’t have to. I mean, it’s not that big of a deal, but I’ve never been kissed. Not once. My parents, they were afraid of me. I would never harm them, but when I was little they were afraid of making me upset or something. When I got older and started to get called upon, it was sort of too late for us. It was like the habit was never there for us to hug or show affection, so it didn’t begin then. They weren’t mean to me or anything. I knew that they loved me, but I wasn’t loved on like the others.”
“I’m sorry.” She shrugged and Simeon felt bad for the child she’d been. “You should have seen our household. There was never a minute that went by that we weren’t hugged or loved on. I can’t imagine not being hugged at least once a day. My mom and dad, they still hug us, tell us that they love us. It’s the most amazing feeling.”
“My father wasn’t affectionate anyway, but my mom was. She would hug a person she didn’t know if she felt they might benefit from it. I was jealous for a long time about that. How she could hug others and not me. But then I realized how much different I was from them. Not just because of the armor and such, but I had all these magical spells hidden over my body that were just as lethal as the sword and my knife.” She smiled sadly. “I didn’t blame her for it. But Paul, my brother, he would hug me when he could. There were times when I’d have to push him away, and I’d hate it. But the magic that made me strong would be too much even for me after a horrendous battle. I miss them, but mostly him.”
“What do you mean about them being over your body and hidden?” She stood up and he watched her run her hand over her arm. When she pulled her hand away, she not only had a knife in her palm but also a star, something that she’d throw at her enemy. “Those are a part of your skin?”
“Yes. I have them hidden now, but if I wanted, or you did, I could show you. They were part of what I got from the king that night. Or the queen. I’m not sure. Every place on my body is a weapon that I can use. And most of them are forever ready to use. Like the guns, which didn’t come arou
nd until they were invented. As soon as something new comes along or I hear about it, I have it upon my body. Sometimes it replaces the older version, sometimes it just upgrades it. Then there were the spells too.” She leaned over and pulled a small vial from her thigh and handed it to him. “That is for sleeping. A small drop can put a full-grown troll to sleep for hours.”
While they watched, she let her body go…became was all he could think of. She became all that she was, a warrior. The weapons that looked like tats weren’t just appearing on her, but it looked as if they were being created over her. The lines were drawn, then filled in, shaded, and the detail was startling. Color was added to things that might need them. The detail on the gun was striking. It looked so real, so lethal that he was afraid for a moment. The blade at her hip was long and sharp, and when she pulled it free, he could see how useful it would be in a fight. It was barbed and thin. Bryn explained that most of the weapon was covered in magic, as well as poisons should it become necessary. She then showed them her armor.
“It got stronger as I got older, the more wars that I fought for my owners. There were times when I was sure it weighed more than I did. But it never failed me, nor did it get dented or stained. I think now that I know he touched me, the king might have done that. I’ve since changed my mind about screaming at him like a harpy when I see him.” Bryn smiled at them. “I still might have to give him a little talking to about bringing me here under falsehood. And I hope that he will understand that some of the things I did, I did so because I didn’t know that he’d claimed me that night. I fought for others when I was claimed by him, and that is an unforgiveable law.”
“I’m sure that he’ll understand,” Akassa told her. “And Asher has forgiven you for that anyway. And not harping on Lord Anthony might be a good thing. But then, Dad might enjoy a good fight. From what I’ve heard about him, he loved to argue.” Bryn nodded but looked sad. “Did I say something wrong?”
“No. I guess I’ll start on the castle now. I mean, there isn’t much I can do until the rest of the work is done, but I can help with the trees and such.” They stood up when she backed from them. “You guys have a good night.”
“What about the kiss?” Simeon was sure when he saw her face that she’d thought they didn’t want to do it. “I’d love nothing more than to feel your mouth beneath mine. Touch you with my fingers.”
“And I can’t think of anything I’d rather do than to hold you in my arms. It’s all I’ve thought about.” Akassa touched his fingers to her cheek as he continued. “Your skin is so lovely. And when you change into your other self, I want to touch you then as well. I love you, Bryn.”
Her moan was nearly their undoing. When she closed her eyes, all he could think about was seeing her lying between them, her body lax after them making love to her all night. Simeon wanted to feel her beneath him. Touch her in ways that no one else but him and Akassa would.
“I’m not like the others.” Simeon asked her who she wasn’t like. “The other women in this family. I’m a warrior; I have more blood on my hands than all of you do in your bodies. I’m not soft or sweet. I don’t know how to decorate something. Flowers or chocolates aren’t going to sway me. I’m not at all like other women you might know.”
“That’s an odd thing to say, but right now all I want is to touch you. We don’t want you to be like the other women. We need you to be you. What you are. That is the person we both fell in love with. Neither of us want you to be anything or anyone but who you are. Never fake it with us.”
Akassa moved behind her when Simeon stood to her front. Her breathing was quick, like she was nervous or out of breath. His own heartrate was speeding up, and he didn’t want to mess this first time up with her. Even if all they got to do was kiss her, touch her, it was going to be their first, and he didn’t want her to be overwhelmed. Like he was at the moment.
“Kissing is so intimate.” He told her that it was. “I think you two are going to be too much for me. I don’t know why, but I’m afraid of you both. Not of you, I guess, but about you. What you’re going to do and expect of me in this.”
“We’d never hurt you. And we only want what you want to give us.” She said that she knew that. “And we’d never do anything, ever, that you didn’t want or enjoy.”
“Kiss me.” Simeon did. He brushed his mouth over hers gently. The hunger that he’d been holding back for days shot forward, and he had to let out a long breath or do just what he didn’t want, rush her. But when she pulled his face to hers and devoured him, he heard Akassa laugh and knew he was a goner. Pulling back to look at her, he could see it…her need matched his own. “I feel…I feel overwhelmed, and need you at the same time.”
“Good. That’s about how we feel all the time around you.” He kissed her again, showing her his hunger for her. His need too. When she moaned against his mouth, he lifted his head to look at her again. Akassa wasn’t going to wait either, it appeared. He had her blouse unbuttoned and her sleeve pulled down so that he could nibble on her neck.
Her breasts were there, just peaking beneath the blouse that she had on. He opened it to see what treasures she had there and his knees nearly buckled. She was beyond beautiful. And she was theirs.
They were exposed out here, on the porch like they were, so he pulled back. Not to stop what they were doing, but to take it some place more private. Her blouse was off, her breasts were bared now, and all he wanted to do was taste her. So he did. Simeon leaned in and took the morsel into his mouth so that he could taste her.
“Please.” He nodded to her and lifted her into his arms. Akassa moved to the door, but before he opened it, he leaned over her and took her breast into his mouth and suckled loudly. “You’re killing me. One of you has to do something, anything, to relieve this...pressure. I’m going to implode if you don’t.”
Taking her into the house wasn’t as easy as it might have been had any of them not been trying to undress the other. Before they were to the couch, the closest surface that he could get to, she was naked and crying out with each touch of their mouth and hands. Not in a painful way, he supposed, but her need, like theirs, was out of control now. As soon as he had her stretched out on the couch, she pulled Akassa to her and undid his pants. Simeon watched as she freed his cock and took it into her mouth.
There was no jealously watching her making love to another man’s cock. It was his other half, the man that made him whole. And Simeon loved him as much as he did any of his blood brothers. He knew that as much as he wanted her, so did Akassa. So, while they made love, he stripped down to his skin and held his cock. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen, watching them together.
She looked at him as she bobbed her head over Akassa. When she reached for him, wrapping her fingers around his own cock, he nearly came, but as she fisted him, sucking on Akassa, all Simeon could think about was that she was theirs, forever.
Come for me. Give me what I need more than my next breath, Simeon. He didn’t want to, but her voice had been so smooth, her hand so firm on him that he felt his climax take him. His cum sprayed over her face and breasts, and when she pulled from Akassa’s cock, he joined him in marking their mate. His cum touched her in places Simeon’s had, but more so as he was closer. They had marked her, made her theirs, but it wasn’t enough. They needed more, and so did she.
“I need you.” Simeon pulled her from the couch and guided her to lie back on the couch and open her legs. “I don’t know if I want to eat you more than I want to fuck you right now.”
“Eat me.” Leaning down to her pussy, he licked her from gate to clit, then took the tiny nubbin into his mouth and suckled hard. Even as she cried out that she was coming, he slid his finger into her tightness and fucked her with it. “More. I need so much more.”
Simeon couldn’t have stopped even if she begged him to. Tasting her release, the way her pussy seemed to flow wet for him, he ate her like she was a Thanksgiving feast and he’d never get enough. When she cried out again
, he looked up her body to see Akassa making a meal of her breasts, suckling at one then the other, leaving small bite marks behind with each taste. Bryn came twice more then, just from their hands and mouth. Simeon knew for as long as he lived, he’d see her this way, covered in their seed and crying out for more.
She came four times, each time more powerful than the last, he’d bet. The way she held them to her, begging one minute for more and the next for them to stop, she’d had too much. But they weren’t finished…he wasn’t sure that they’d ever be finished with her. But it was time to move this to a bigger area, the bedroom.
She was ahead of them as they walked there, not allowing either of them to touch her as she moved. He thought it was funny, really. Bryn’s body was covered in small bite marks, their cum, and she was saving the rest for the bed. There, he knew, they’d make her theirs on a whole new level, and he was looking forward to it more than he was his next breath.
“I don’t think this is going to work.” He felt his heart stop in his chest when she said that. “I mean, you guys are both very hard and I’m just me. How does this work?”
He nearly leapt on her to show her. But instead, he had her lay on the bed in the middle, and he and Akassa on either side of her. As they started over, touching her, relaxing her, Akassa told her what they were going to do to her.
“We’re going to make you come so many times just to get you relaxed.” She told him that wasn’t going to work. “Oh, you doubt us? Then I guess we’ll have to prove you wrong. After that, I’m going to watch you get fucked by Simeon. He’s going to be gentle with you, making you realize that he’s in love with you as much as I am. Then I’m going to take you, hard and fast, fucking your pretty pussy until you scream out my name as you come.”
Simeon wanted to take her now, have her beneath him like Akassa said, but the more he touched her the tenser she became, and when she climaxed, screaming out his name and Akassa’s, he rolled her to her back and moved over her.
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