by Reece Butler
“I am Laird MacKenzie’s youngest daughter,” she confessed. “I couldna tell you afore.”
He smiled as he gently brushed a few strands of hair off her worried face. “So I’ve learned.” He kissed her crumpled forehead. “‘Twill change nothing but our comfort. We’ll still work hard, and do it together with Malcolm, though in a tower rather than a wee croft.”
“But—”
“How are ye, wife?” he whispered. “Is the babe well?”
“Aye, but your twin is a toad.” She glared at Malcolm.
“What did ye do to my wife?” demanded Duff. “She was sweet when I left her.”
“I told her she couldna weave until we kenned each other better,” replied Malcolm. “But my worst crime is that I am not ye.”
Noises in the hall distracted Duff. He pushed Kiera behind him as a trio of guards entered the room.
“What is this?” demanded Malcolm. He stepped forward, then sideways to protect Kiera when they put their hands on the hilts of their swords. The center guard looked from Duff, to Malcolm, and back.
“Which of ye will be marryin’ the lass?”
“I am already handfasted to Kiera,” replied Duff. “Why was the door barred?”
“I wished to cozy up to Kiera afore the wedding,” said Malcolm. “I asked to be locked in so we could…talk.”
Kiera pulled out of Duff’s arms. She turned to his twin. “Now that my husband is back we don’t need to marry.”
She stopped speaking when a pair of servants came in with food and drink. Duff ignored them, needing to feel Kiera in his arms again.
“Why are you doing that?” she demanded of the servants.
“Did ye not wish food and ale, my lady?”
“Now that Duff’s back, we can be released,” said Malcolm.
The head guard shook his head. “Laird MacKenzie says all three of ye’ll be stayin’ here until the weddin’. Ye have three days.”
“Three days?” She shrieked the words.
“Aye, and nights.” The guard winked before following his men out and shutting the door. They heard the bar fall into place.
“Aw, lass, why did ye choose a chamber with a door that opens out?” asked Duff.
“My mother chose it as it was far enough away my weaving, day or night, wouldna disturb the others.”
“And the reason the door opens outward?”
“‘Twas used to lock up a mad uncle, long ago.”
Duff gave her another squeeze. “Well, we have three days together.”
“I was hoping Kiera could get used to me by then,” said Malcolm.
“Why would me being here change that?” asked Duff.
“She wishes ye, not me.”
Duff looked down at Kiera. This would be a marriage of three people. His need for Kiera could wait. She had to claim his twin first.
“So,” he asked, using the tone of voice he knew aroused her. “The sounds from this room dinna travel?”
“The door is thick.” She hesitated, looking up at him. “Why?”
“None will hear ye scream.”
“Will ye bring me to peak? I’ve been needing it so bad!”
“Nay, but I will help Malcolm do it.”
“What?” She tried to pull away.
“We’ll have to break her of that habit,” said Malcolm. “She’s been saying ‘what?’ to me half the day.”
“But—”
“Methinks ‘tis too hot for clothes,” said Duff. It was something they’d often said to each other at the sheiling.
She glanced at Malcolm, then shook her head. She struggled to escape his grip on her waist. He knew she didn’t mean it as she did the same when they played.
“Ye want me, aye?” he whispered. She bit her lip, then nodded. “I want ye as well. And I will take ye. After ye seduce Malcolm.”
Duff released her, standing back to see what she’d do. It was extremely difficult to do so, but necessary.
“Seduce Malcolm?”
Duff nodded. “Ye did a good job on me. I wish ye to do the same for my brother.”
“But I dinna ken him the way I do you!” she cried.
“Lass,” he said giving her the look that never failed to make her hot and wet, “ye didna ken me at all that first time.”
She shook her head, bottom lip in a full pout. He wanted to nip it, then draw it in.
“Methinks ‘twould be best if we were all dressed the way we were when Kiera and I first met,” he said to Malcolm. He ignored her gasp. Malcolm gave him a quizzical look. “Kiera was swimming when I rode up. I stripped off and joined her in the water. Then we joined on the land. Didn’t we, wife?” He raised an eyebrow in challenge.
“Nay, Duff,” she shook her head though her face was pink and her nipples hard. “Dinna make me do this.”
“I’d not make ye do a thing.” Duff drew his hand down her back to cup her arse. “I am saying ‘tis time ye seduced the man who will be yer husband.” He didn’t like her chin trembling or the way she looked to Malcolm as if afraid. Of herself, perhaps? “This will help.” He got a length of silk, a scarf she had hanging by the table. “Close yer eyes.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Ye’ll not ken who ye are touching. Will it be me or Malcolm whose lips will suck your clit and fingers sink deep inside yer heat?” She bit her lip, searching his face. Then she closed her eyes.
* * * *
Kiera shook as Duff moved behind to tie the dark silk over her eyes. She could barely hear over the blood pounding through her ears. Boots were tossed, and then kilts and shirts hit the floor. With the carpet under bare feet, unless they spoke she’d not know where they were. Or who.
Hands touched her shoulders, turning her in a circle, again and again. They stopped, holding her still to make sure she wasn’t dizzy. Then two pairs of hands began undressing her. She didn’t know which hands belonged to which brother. Soft lips touched hers, caressing as someone worked at the back of her gown.
A curse, then the sound of ribbons being slit, and her gown slipped off her shoulders.
“You cut it!”
“Hush.”
The order was growled in her ear, and then teeth sank into her lobe. Her pussy clenched along with his teeth. She was soon naked. Then two hard male bodies sandwiched her between them. One hard cock rubbed her belly, the other fit into the small of her back.
The one behind her groaned deeply. His hands grasped her cheeks, molding them. The one at the front knelt and pushed her ankles apart. Then a tongue flicked across her clit. She gasped.
“Wet,” growled the one in front.
“Bed,” was the reply.
She was lifted and set on the bed on her back, her arse at the edge and knees wide. The tongue returned, dancing over her swollen flesh. Another did the same to her breasts. She didn’t care who the mouth belonged to, the tongue or the fingers. Or the hands that cupped her breasts, flicked her nipples, and held her thighs apart.
One finger entered her, then another. There was a groan that was almost a plea. Hers?
She lifted her hips in silent entreaty. A hard cock filled her, stretching her inch by inch. It had been too many days since she’d felt this overwhelming need. The bed dipped as someone knelt beside her. A finger rubbed around her clit, slow circles countering the steady pace of the cock.
The orgasm came out of nowhere. Like a wave, it swept her away. The cock between her legs filled her, thrusting again and again. As her orgasm peaked he came, extending her own. He growled something over the hissing in her ears before pulling out.
Kiera lay there, fighting to breathe. She’d missed this. The intense pleasure was only part of it. The physical connection, another part. Knowing the men touching her did so for her pleasure as well as their own, that they cared for her, made it exquisite.
“Over ye go.”
Chest still heaving, she was rolled onto her stomach. A pair of hands on her hips raised her to her knees and elbows. She lifted he
r head, but a gentle but firm hand pressed it down. It left her arse high but meant she did not have to hold up her heavy head.
Once more a thick cock filled her pussy, still quivering from the force of her orgasm. It was her groan as this position allowed his cock to go deeper. A finger skimmed between her arse cheeks, circling her tight hole. Something cold and wet dribbled. The finger circled, moving far easier with the liquid, then pressed into her. An invasion, but welcome, adding new sensations to the throbbing in her pussy.
“Ye like this?” whispered a voice near her ear.
Unable to speak coherently, she nodded her head. Her hair rasped on the sheet. A pair of soft, knowing chuckles made her feel included, though she couldn’t see. One hand on her right hip held her steady as, ever so slowly, he filled her until his balls knocked against her swollen lips. Just as slowly, he pulled out again. At the same time, his finger went deeper into her arse.
The intrusions, pussy and arse, added to each other to create something even greater. The bed dipped as someone lay beside her. A nipple pinch caught her by surprise, then a finger on her clit. There was too much to focus on. Was that another finger stretching her arse, moving faster to counterpoint the cock? It was too much!
Her orgasmic scream rose above the deep roars of the man thrusting deep into her. He thrust, again and again, until he collapsed over her back. The hands and fingers disappeared. His cock stayed. She clenched to make sure, causing a half-wild chuckle. After a time he fell to his side, taking her with him, still connected. A hand rose to cup her breast, holding her snug to him. She didn’t wish to escape.
They lay there, fighting to breathe, for what seemed like hours.
“Ah, lass, ye are perfect.” She knew that voice, and the smile in it. She pulled off her blindfold. Duff grinned at her from his seat beside her head. “What do ye think of my twin now? Is Malcolm still a toad?”
The hand on her breast tightened, rolling her nipple. It rose to the occasion. The cock inside her began to thicken. Her heartbeat sped up, as did the one she felt through her back.
“Mmm,” she murmured. “Between the two of you, I might be kept satisfied.”
Chapter Sixteen
Malcolm grinned at Kiera’s demanding comment. His cock still throbbed, balls deep in her tight, hot, pussy. He could still feel the way her arse had squeezed the two fingers he’d slipped into her. Thank God for sweet oil!
He’d been with few women but never, ever, had he expected to feel like this. It wasn’t just the overpowering orgasm that should have knocked him out, and any interest in repeating it. Yet his cock stirred within her, wanting more. Wanting Kiera, and none other.
She’d called him a toad. He’d felt more like a stallion, pumping his cock into her welcoming heat. She’d been an eager participant, slamming her arse back into him.
Damn, but he wished to take her there!
Duff had been the first of them to enter her mouth and pussy. He would claim her arse. She’d already taken two fingers full depth. She would have taken more if she hadn’t come like a wild storm. It would take some stretching, even more when they both took her together. But she wasn’t some fragile little bird that barely came up to his belly. Her head reached his chin, her shoulders and hips were wide, and she had no problem speaking up. Even better, she wasn’t a weak-muscled lady sitting inside all day lifting nothing heavier than a needle. No, Kiera had a bit of muscle on her and a good layer of fat. That meant he could lean her back against a wall, lift her skirts and his plaid, and plow into her, knowing her backbone wouldn’t scrape on the stone.
“Only ‘might’ be kept satisfied?” asked Duff. “Does that sound like a dare, brother?”
Malcolm had heard from Colin about Kiera never refusing a dare. Duff wasn’t much different. He would be the level head in this family. But right now, he wanted to prove the dare. He nodded, pointing to her arse. Duff returned the nod, completing their silent agreement.
“I can easily go another round.” Malcolm shifted his hips, making his cock move an inch or so deep inside her. She clamped down on him. He thickened even more.
“What say ye, Kiera?” said Duff, cajoling and daring. “Shall we prove we can give ye so many orgasms that ye collapse in a quivering puddle, begging for sleep?”
“A quivering puddle?” Her hearty laugh burst out. “Ye willna do that.”
“Not only will it happen, my lady,” said Malcolm, murmuring as his lips were next to her ear, “we will do it now.” His fingers tightened over her breast.
“Tell me ye have sweet oil,” said Duff, pleading.
“On the table with the bread and cheese.”
Duff saw the stopper was off. Malcolm held up the two fingers of his left hand. Oil glistened on them. He grinned and brought the vial over, capping it before setting it on the bed.
“You wish to dip your food in sweet oil?” asked Kiera.
“Nay, wife,” said Duff. He winked at her confusion. “‘Twill ease the way when Malcolm dips his cock in ye,” he added.
“Yer pussy is wet and eager, but yer arse needs help,” said Malcolm.
She tensed. “Help for what?” she whispered.
“Ye liked my fingers in yer arse, aye?” He waited until she jerked her head in a nod. “I wish to ride yer arse while ye ride Duff’s cock. Is that something ye wish, my lady?”
Her breath hitched. A flush rose up her face. Her nipple hardened in his palm. He knew the answer but would wait for her words.
“How?” She forced a swallow. “How will that work?”
“Duff lies on his back. Ye kneel over him and slide yer puss over his cock. He plays with yer lovely breasts,” Malcolm squeezed the oil in his palm, “while I stretch ye with my fingers, like I did afore. When ye’re ready my cock will replace my fingers. Ye remember how my fingers and cock went in and out, opposite each other?”
“Aye,” she said breathlessly.
“Ye’ll control how far ye take me in yer body by rising or lowering yerself,” said Duff.
“And Malcolm?”
“Ye need only tell me to slow, or stop, and I will,” said Malcolm. “We think ye will peak even higher this time.” He nipped her earlobe, then laved it. “Do ye wish to try?”
“Kiera dared us, Malcolm. Of course she wishes to try.”
* * * *
Take both of them, at once? Kiera’s pussy throbbed from the two orgasms they’d just given her. Even now, Malcolm’s cock swelled inside her. She’d opened her body to each of them. Now it was time to open to both. Someone pulled off her blindfold.
“Ye said ye’re big as if it was a curse,” said Duff. He smiled gently at her though his eyes shone bright and eager. “We’re happy ye are a size we can enjoy.”
He ran his knuckle over her cheek. She clasped his hand, loving that it was so much bigger than hers. She’d spent too much time with small women. They made her feel colossal. Compared to these two, she was petite. It made her want to curl up in their laps, as she had her father when she was a wee lassie.
“Ye are big enough that, if ye like it, I can take ye hard and fast.”
Malcolm’s rough words whispered in her ear made her shiver in anticipation.
“Aye, Kiera likes it rough sometimes,” said Duff. His wink made her face heat at some of the things they’d done. “I want a table like that at the sheiling to go in our tower.” He caressed her shoulder. “Good memories, aye?”
She would not be embarrassed. Ignoring the blush she knew was there by the way her face was heated, she reached out and grasped Duff’s thickening cock.
“There’s a good chance our babe began on that table.”
Duff’s eyes widened before his lids lowered halfway. “We’ll put one in a place where it can be well used.” His lips skimmed hers. “Where ye can be well used.” Another kiss. “Often.” And again, this one deeper. “By both of us.”
His eyes glowed. She felt as if her entire body did as well. In arousal, eagerness, and hope for the future.
“Enough talk, I need action,” she demanded.
Duff flopped on his back beside her. His cock stood tall. A drop glistened on its tip. He held his arms out. “I’m ready for ye, lass. Climb on board, if ye dare.”
Malcolm released her breast, which immediately felt cold. He shifted backward, pulling his cock out of her. Her pussy felt empty. Needy. A hand on her elbow helped her to move over Duff. She’d ridden him before and loved that they could see each other.
“Let me help ye, lass,” said Duff, reaching for her.
She laughed, knowing he meant to help himself. Sure enough, his hands went to her breasts. Hers were large, but his hands cupped them easily. She held herself, his cock a mere inch inside her, as Duff played with her nipples. The recent orgasms, and the babe, combined to make her ultra-sensitive. She shivered at the jolts of need he caused to shoot through her.
A pair of hands on her shoulders pressed down, to encourage rather than to force. She glanced over her shoulder. Duff and Malcolm were identical twins, but she could easily tell them apart. Their faces were similar, but Duff had laugh lines crinkling around the edges of his eyes. Malcolm’s brow was often furrowed, leading to wrinkles across his forehead. Duff walked with loose limbs and a bounce in his step. Malcolm moved as if he calculated each step before taking it. They complemented each other, and she would enjoy them both.
Kiera teased Duff, enveloping his cock for a few inches, then rising again. His eyes gleamed. The next time she slid over him he plucked at her nipples. When she rose up he removed his hands. She pouted at him, causing a chuckle. Knowing what he wanted she placed her palms on Duff’s chest and, wiggling, seated him fully within her. He groaned, his eyes almost rolling up in his head. She panted from the effort of holding back.
No more. She was the one in control!
Sliding forward, she ground her pussy against his groin. A pair of hands settled on her arse cheeks. She startled, having forgotten about Malcolm. His thumbs opened her up. His hot breath blew over her, then he kissed each cheek. His hands were so big that he could keep her open with his thumb on one cheek and fingers on the other. Once more, a cool liquid dribbled over her asshole. This time, she knew it was sweet oil, and what he intended.
