Her lips parted and he heard her breath catch. She was imagining what four hands might be able to do to her.
Veris rose to his feet and the movement caught her gaze. She looked at him, startled. She was still wary, then.
Veris held up his hands, showing that he was unarmed and not the slightest sort of threat. “It is good to know you have no objections to simple knights in your bed, my lady. May I step behind you?”
Brody understood that he was calming her and seeking her cooperation by asking for her to approve of his movements. If Isolde were permitted to make decisions, she would feel that this was as much her idea as it was either of theirs.
Isolde considered for a moment, then nodded. “You may.” Her voice was rich and touched by a note of roughness. Clearly, her mind was already far ahead, anticipating what was to come.
Brody moved in front of her as Veris stood behind her. She looked up at Brody, her fine jaw drawn a clear, clean line. Her lips were very full and enticing, but her eyes were still wary.
“A simple kiss to begin,” Brody murmured. “Do you agree?”
She drew in a deep breath, making the front of her gown lift and the flesh over her shoulders to gleam in the light from the fire. “Yes, a kiss. I have been wondering what a kiss from you would be like, these last few days.”
“As have I,” Brody said truthfully. He bent and kissed her. Her lips were exactly as soft as their plumpness promised. For a moment they rested placidly against his. Then they parted and she was kissing him back. Her arm wound around his neck, bringing him closer, until their bodies touched. Her breasts were warm against Brody’s chest, telling him she wore little beneath the velvet.
His body hardened. His cock stiffened, the blood rushing to fill it with a speed that added an extra dollop of pleasure.
She was everything he had imagined she might be—soft, eager, warm and with a scent that washed over him and made the formation of thoughts difficult. His body was asserting itself, driving him into action.
Isolde pulled her mouth from his. She was breathing hard and there was a pleased, warm expression in her eyes. “Whoever taught you, taught you well,” she observed. She turned to face Veris. “Would that have been you, perhaps?”
Veris’ surprise was almost comical and Brody held his teeth together to stop his laughter from escaping.
Isolde did laugh, a soft sound that seemed to stoke the back of his neck. “It is no secret that men will turn to other men when there are no ladies to spare. My husband told me so, to shock me, I think. But the same person who whispered in my ear of three people at once also confirmed that it was true that men will take men into their arms, sometimes purely because they want to, not because of a lack of any other choice.”
“You have an inquisitive mind, my lady,” Veris said carefully, “and an accurate sense of judgment. It does not offend you?
Brody couldn’t see Isolde’s face, but her saw the tiny movement of her shoulders. The long, long skein of thick black hair hanging down to below her hips swung a little from the movement.
“I know my bishop would tell me it is wrong not to be offended, but I admit that what I feel is curiosity, not offense. I would like to learn what it looks like for men to be together before I judge if it is wicked.”
Veris smiled and Brody could see that he was relaxing and letting down his guard. Isolde’s independence of thought was making this seduction easier than it might have been. All the objections they had anticipated Isolde might raise had been cast aside.
“I’m sure we can arrange for you to see what that looks like,” Veris said.
“Very good.” Isolde put her arms around Veris’ neck. “You must kiss me, now. I want to know if the master failed to teach the student anything.”
Veris pulled her closer. She was a slim reed next to him and his arm wrapped around her waist with room to spare. His big hand caught the back of her head and held her steady. His eyes were very blue in the low light, as he glanced at Brody before bending his head and kissing Isolde.
Their mouths met and after a moment, Veris closed his eyes and his arm around her tightened, his fingers spreading over her hip.
Brody watched them kiss with a curiosity of his own. His concern about this moment faded as he observed their growing excitement, the tightening of the lines of their bodies and how they strained against each other. He had thought the sight of Veris kissing another would rouse his anger, or worse, his jealousy. He had been unable to carry the thought beyond a simple kiss. His mind had rebelled at considering anything more…passionate.
But now, with Veris and Isolde right before his eyes, he could truthfully say that he found the sight to be merely interesting. No ugly concerns raised themselves. But it was more than interesting. As Veris stroked the back of Isolde’s well-curved hip, Brody realized that the tension in his body was increasing.
He liked it.
Brody let out his breath, the last of his worries evaporating just as Veris’ concerns had disappeared a few moments before.
He pressed himself up against Isolde’s charming back. Her rear pushed against him and she gasped, tearing her mouth from Veris’ to look at Brody over her shoulder. Her lips parted as if she was about to speak, but Veris laid his lips against her throat and licked it and Isolde instead gave another gasp. Her chin lifted, giving Veris access.
Brody moved Veris’ arm out of the way and cupped her hips with his hands. He felt the softness of velvet and flesh beneath, hot through the fabric. He curved his fingers over the graceful curves and slid them along her flat belly, until they met, just below her waist.
Veris worked his mouth along Isolde’s throat, following the line of the great blood vessel in her neck, although it was unlikely she would know that was the reason for the path his lips took.
Isolde’s eyes were closed. Her head rolled back until it was almost resting against Brody’s shoulder. Her attention was subsumed by the feelings she was experiencing.
Brody cupped her breasts through the gown, feeling the weight of them. Isolde’s breath shuddered as it emerged and she thrust her breasts into his hands, encouraging him.
Veris pushed the gown from her shoulder. The neck was wide enough to let the edge of it drop over the sharp angle and slide down her arm a short way. He reached around behind her and pulled at the lacings on the back of the gown, while teasing the nape of her neck with his tongue and lips.
Brody wondered if Isolde was even aware of the opening of her gown. Her pulse was frantic and he could hear her heart racing. Her eyes were almost completely shut, the gray beneath the lowered lids stormy with desire.
Veris pushed the gown down her arms. She was bare beneath. Brody let her breasts go and the velvet sagged about her waist, exposing them. The tips were sharp with excitement and flushed a dark red.
Veris tugged the gown over her hips and down to the ground, bending to pull the garment away from her feet as she stepped out of it and out of the slippers she wore beneath.
Brody couldn’t help but fit his hands around her waist, the tight curve there almost beckoning him. Her hips were womanly and her limbs beneath slender and graceful.
Isolde turned to face him, her waist swiveling in his hands. “Do I please you?” she asked.
“Most certainly.”
Veris picked up her hand and kissed the back of it. “You are a most uncommon woman,” he told her and she dimpled in response.
Brody had to agree with him. Isolde was utterly unlike most women he had known.
She rested against Veris and he slid his hand beneath one breast, playing with it, teasing the tip, making her lips part. Brody watched the play of Veris’ big fingers over her creamy flesh. He already knew what it felt like to hold her breast in his hand. His cock began to pulse. His heart was already beating by itself, for it had slipped loose of his control.
“You should remove your garments,” Isolde told Brody.
“Indeed,” Veris agreed. His voice was low and deeper than usual
. He was aroused and containing it. It added to Brody’s pleasure to hear that strained note. Veris was finding Isolde as much of a bounty as he.
Brody shed the tunic in one movement, dropping it to the floor at the foot of the bed. He wore only his braies and undershirt beneath. Like Isolde, he and Veris had worn the minimal number of layers, to make undressing less arduous and the need for pages unnecessary. Stripping himself of the remaining garments was even less taxing.
His cock stood upright, signaling his eagerness. The air seemed to brush it gently, a preview of what was to come.
Isolde was looking at him directly, with no coyness or blushing. She was indeed practiced at the art of seduction. But her brazen study was enticing all on its own, especially when she was as naked as he.
“Veris, you must, too,” Brody said and he wasn’t surprised to hear how hoarse his own voice sounded. This arrangement with the three of them was generating a far different sort of excitement. It wasn’t greater than any other intimacy he had enjoyed, either with men or with women. It was simply different and because it was novel, it was increasing his anticipation.
Veris let go of Isolde’s breast and pushed her toward Brody. “I need both hands,” he explained.
Isolde looked up at Brody with a small smile. There was a fire in her eyes that spoke of deep arousal. She was enjoying herself, despite her initial nervousness. Then she glanced over her shoulder and saw that Veris was removing his clothes, so she turned to watch him with as much interest as Brody did.
Veris had enormous strength, as both a vampire and a man and it showed in the breadth of his shoulders and the muscles that flexed and gathered under his flesh. His height made him a distinguishable figure on the battlefield, but gave him the advantage of reach that he used mercilessly. He was a powerful knight with matchless skills.
But Brody appreciated that skill only in passing. As he watched Veris undress, he found himself remembering instead the many hundreds of moments when it was just the two of them. Veris’ quick smile and fast wit. The touch of his big hands, which were more than gentle in those times….or not.
Isolde looked up at Brody, her expression one of curiosity. “You enjoy watching him?” she asked, sounding surprised.
“As much as I enjoy looking at you.”
Her smile was small. “You have…known Veris for long?”
“Since my wife died.”
“He comforts you.”
“It is more than comfort he provides,” Brody said, his tone flat.
Isolde looked startled, then her expression warmed. “You are a most fortunate man,” she murmured.
Veris dropped the last item, his undershirt, to the floor on top of Brody’s pile and put his hands on his hips. His cock was turgid, jutting from his thighs and dark with arousal. “This provider is impatient. Such fine flesh in front of me and my hands are empty.”
Isolde put her hands on her waist, to match Veris. “Then you must fill them.” She stepped aside and glanced at Brody.
“I would obey, my lady,” Veris told her, “except that Brody has been in a fever to have you and I would take him away from that.”
Isolde glanced up at Brody. “I did not guess that. Not for a moment. Your discretion is extraordinary.” And she moved closer, until her body pressed up against him, the sharp tips of her breasts brushing against his chest. She drew her arms around his neck, reaching high. “Veris is right. Less speech would be appropriate. Kiss me, Brody.”
Brody picked her up. She was a feather in his arms, but heated and softer than the finest wool. He took the few steps over to the side of the high bed and laid her on the cover. “Far less speech, yes,” he told her. His body was stirring again, almost aching with the need to finish this. But he would not rush to the end. He would savior each fresh moment.
He knelt on the bed and kissed her breasts, drawing the tips into his mouth and teasing them with his tongue. He drew them out with his teeth, scraping the edges against her little nubs.
Almost as soon as he began, Isolde began to writhe upon the covers, her breath sounding hurried and rough.
Brody felt the bed give and glanced up. Veris moved across the cover, to settle on the other side, next to Isolde. He gave Brody a small smile and bent his head to draw her other breast into his mouth.
Isolde gave a sharp gasp and her fingers dug furrows into the rich cover, beside Brody’s knee. “Oh…!” she said breathlessly. “Two is almost overwhelming.”
Brody agreed. Just knowing that Veris was sharing this moment with him, along with Isolde’s heightened reactions, had tightened his sinews. His cock was throbbing with heat and want. He could easily finish this in a heartbeat or two, but wanted to draw it out for as long as possible.
He separated Isolde’s knees and drew one creamy thigh up and out, spreading her limbs and opening her up. He smoothed his palm over her flesh, to hover over the her mound. The heat radiating from her was immense. She was highly aroused. As his hand hovered, her hips rose, inviting him to explore.
He dipped his fingers into her moist channel and Isolde choked off a cry, pressing the back of her hand over her mouth to muffle the sound. Her body jerked in reaction to his touch, proving that she was as eager as Brody. He pushed his fingers deeper, feeling the squeeze of muscle, then lifted his hand higher to find her nether lips and the nub between.
Veris’ fingers tangled with Brody’s as he dropped his hand lower, beneath his. Veris thrust his big fingers into Isolde, delving without resistance. Brody stroked the little core of her as Veris thrust and Isolde lost all control. She squirmed and panted. She moaned.
Then her hand gripped Brody’s knee and her body arched. At the apex of that arch she grew still, but her body was wrenched by tremors. Brody could feel her nub pulsing against his fingertips.
“Lord…!” Veris breathed. “Such responsiveness….”
Brody could wait no longer. He needed to curb his appetite. Even as Isolde lay recovering, her breath ragged, he lay down beside her and picked her up, his hands around her tiny waist. He lifted her over him.
Isolde spread her knees. Her eyes were shining with pleasure and anticipation.
Brody brought her down upon his thickened shaft, spearing into her. She was hot and tight around him and once she came to rest against his hips, her flesh completely around him, he drew in a slow breath, controlling his reaction, damping it down. If he did not, he would spend himself almost immediately.
It seemed like the most natural thing in the world that Veris be lying next to him, watching him take a woman. Natural and far more pleasurable than the act alone, despite how sweet it was to bed a woman.
Isolde smiled at Brody, then glanced at Veris. “It is strangely agreeable to have you observing in this way.”
Veris raised a brow. “I don’t intend to merely observe.”
“No?” She swallowed. “Then…?”
Veris moved off the bed, bent and picked up his belt. There was a small purse hanging from it that had, besides a handful of coins for bribes and payments, a stone vial of oil.
Brody drew in a breath, fighting for calm, as he guessed what Veris intended. His heart jumped and began to beat even harder.
“What is that?” Isolde asked, watching Veris over her shoulder.
“Oil.” He climbed back onto the bed and pressed against the back of her shoulder, bending her forward so that her breasts brushed Brody’s chest once more.
Brody could see over her shoulder and watched Veris cup her bottom, then slide his hand between her cheeks. Brody caught his breath, for he could feel Veris’ fingers, brushing against the base of his shaft and moving just above him.
Isolde’s eyes widened, then slowly closed, as Veris continued to stroke and tease. He eased the stopper from the oil with one hand, then paused to pour it onto the other. His hand returned to Isolde.
Brody could not see what Veris was doing, but he knew from past experience what that would be. Then he could feel Veris’ fingers, inside Isolde, p
ressing against Brody’s cock through her flesh.
It was a novel and rousing feeling. Brody closed his eyes, marshalling his discipline. He must wait.
Veris worked at Isolde’s flesh, preparing her so that he could enter her that way. Isolde remained still, her eyes drifting almost completely closed as she sampled the experience. “I understand now,” she whispered. “I see how it goes.” Then after a pause; “How wonderful this will be!”
Her pleasurable anticipation sent a thrill through Brody and he clamped his jaws together tightly, holding himself still. It would indeed be wonderful…if he could withstand the pleasure already battering him.
Veris stoppered the flask and tossed it back to the floor, then settled over the two of them, propping himself up on one strong arm. He looked down at Isolde, at the point where Brody entered her and guided himself up against her.
Isolde caught her breath. Her full lips formed into a silent “oh!” and her eyes widened.
Brody could feel Veris enter her. He moved slowly, a tiny increment at a time, pausing to let her become accustomed to the feel of both of them at once. Long before he was fully lodged inside her, Isolde began to breathe heavily. Her body trembled against Brody’s.
Veris gripped her hip in one hand, as he settled against her. “You still enjoy yourself, my lady?”
“Oh, yes!” she breathed. “This is better than anything I have ever tried before.” She looked down at Brody. “Much better,” she murmured and kissed him.
Brody agreed. This was better than anything he had ever experienced. He looked at Veris over Isolde’s shoulder. Veris wore the small smile he did whenever he was deeply moved. Veris didn’t speak of matters of the heart very often, but the smile always assured Brody, anyway.
“Yes, this is much better,” Brody said.
Veris drew in a breath and let it out. “Yes,” he breathed and began to move. The shifting of his cock inside Isolde, pressing up against Brody’s shaft, triggered Brody into a helpless thrusting of his hips. He held Isolde still as he worked against her.
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