Their Conquered Bride

by Grace Goodwin

  Garrett lifted Rebekah’s bag and held out his hand to her. “You will be protected as well, love. I, too, give you my word.”

  I noticed her hand shaking as she placed it in Garrett’s much larger one and allowed him to lead her farther up the boardwalk, with a silent and brooding Thompson falling into step behind them.

  Evan led a tearful Judith toward their horses and she waved, a watery smile pasted on her face as Lizzie leaned into me. “When will I see them again?” she asked.

  “Two or three days, depending on the weather.” I leaned down and kissed her temple. “Trust me. They’ll be well taken care of. Safe. I promise you.”

  She nodded and didn’t fight me as I led her toward our waiting horses. Logan carried her bag and I was grateful she didn’t question his presence. Soon, she would know the truth of our ways, would be spread like a goddess between us. I could only hope she didn’t hate us both when she learned the truth.

  ***

  Logan

  I allowed Ford to take the lead with our bride, kissing her, touching her, making her feel safe since she believed he was her husband. I didn’t really have a choice in the matter, not if we wanted to get our wife out of town without violence. We couldn’t afford questions, not now, when she still believed she’d kept her word to one Samuel Jenkins. The bloody sod.

  That didn’t mean I had to like watching him get to feel all that soft skin, to breathe in her scent, to feel how silky her hair was, to feel her lips against his own. The bastard had what was also mine. If my cock were making the decisions, she’d be beneath me and no longer a virgin, but my brain was still working. Barely.

  We rode for several hours, Lizzie draped across Ford’s lap like a queen. I was in the lead, not wishing to see what I couldn’t yet have. I took us on a circuitous route to get to the ranch, for I knew if we rode too quickly, we would meet up with the rest of our party with the wagon.

  I didn’t want to see them, not tonight. Tonight, we needed our bride between us, naked and wet. Tonight, we would seduce her into accepting both of us and we didn’t need a damn audience. We needed privacy.

  Two nights ago, the group had camped at a small creek nestled amongst the trees. The spot was well protected on three sides by canyon walls. While we weren’t in Mohamir, at war or even in any kind of danger, our instincts would not allow us to sleep unprotected. I’d lain on my back, counting the stars, thick as a blanket in the sky, and imagined a new life of work and boredom on the ranch. A ranch! In England, there was no such bloody thing.

  I missed the call of battle, the thrill of it, the rush of feelings it brought about. It was the only way I could release the aggression that seemed to build like a storm in my blood. Now that storm was focused entirely on one woman and a nearly desperate need to make her scream and writhe with pleasure. My new outlet for this energy would be with Lizzie. In Lizzie. She would obey me, she would ride my cock like a wild thing, and she would bear us children. I’d never wanted anything so badly in my life.

  One day and my life, our lives, had changed completely. Life on a ranch didn’t seem so bloody awful anymore, not with the prospect of a willing bride between us. We were going to a place that accepted my need—with Ford—to claim Lizzie. We were going to a place to join other men who we trusted with our lives. We were going to a place where all the evil we saw in Mohamir didn’t exist. We were going… home.

  Lizzie’s soft voice drifted on the wind and my cock stiffened at her whispered words. “Why is Logan riding with us? Why did he not go with the others?”

  I pretended not to hear as Ford answered her. “He’s my brother-in-arms. We served many years together, fought together, nearly died together. I trust him with my life, and with yours. I share everything with him, sweetheart. He is yours now, as well. He will cherish you as I do and will protect you with his life.”

  “Oh.” The simple sound made me smile as I led the way into a spot I decided was perfect to camp for the night. She still didn’t understand, but she would. “I guess that’s nice, to have such a close friend. Like a brother.”

  “Yes, but he is more than a brother to me.”

  Ford didn’t say more, for he knew, as I did, that it wasn’t the right moment. I didn’t want to her to learn the full truth yet, not until I was ready to fight her shock, her fear, and help Ford seduce her to our ways.

  The flat grassy area was beside a slow-moving creek. A deep section with still water called to me and I longed to wash the sweat and dust away, eager to be clean for our bride. I stopped my horse and quickly took care of the gelding as Ford did the same with his own animal. Lizzie wandered the small area, sneaking into a grove of cottonwood trees to relieve herself as Ford and I both pretended not to notice.

  Boots off, I waited until I knew she would return. A skittish virgin was like a mare, needing time to assess the stallion to determine him worthy. While I’d been witness to her passion when Ford had kissed her, it didn’t hurt for her to begin to accustom herself to both of her men. Naked. As I caught a glimpse of her coming through the trees, I turned and pulled my shirt off over my head and dropped my pants to the ground.

  Her gasp was my reward and I walked forward until I was hip deep in the ice-cold water. It did nothing to diminish my ardor, for my cock jutted up toward my navel, ready for her. I lowered myself, washing quickly. Ford stripped, too and strode into the water, scooping water up and using a cloth to scrub his body clean.

  I rose from the water, grinning as I saw our passionate young bride standing stock still and staring. Her mouth was open and her eyes were squarely on my cock. I walked to my horse, drying off with a blanket as Ford left the water behind and closed the distance to our bride.

  We had discussed how this would happen many times. We’d walked through a hundred different scenarios, discussing the best way to seduce a woman, what it would be like, how we’d take her. Claim her. Make her ours. We didn’t need to talk, not now. We both knew exactly what we wanted and it was Lizzie. No other woman would do.

  I heard Ford begin our seduction, asking the first question we needed an answer to. “Are you virgin, Lizzie? Have you ever lain with a man?”

  She stumbled backward a pace, then held her ground. Clearly, she was not used to having a naked man, dripping with water, ask her about her maidenhead. I was pleased she didn’t run away screaming, but knew having me stand directly beside Ford would be too much for her. Blanket around me, I wandered to the horses and hid myself somewhat from view, giving our bride the illusion of privacy with Ford.

  “Aren’t you going to get dressed?” she squeaked.

  Ford shook his head. “No. Please answer my question.”

  “Your… question?”

  “Have you been with a man before?”

  I held my breath awaiting her answer. It didn’t matter if she had, for she was ours nonetheless, but knowing we would be the first—and only—men to fuck her was potent.

  “No. I mean, yes.” She shook her head with a nervous laugh and tried to look everywhere but at Ford. Her chin even went up so she’d have to look at his face and not his bare body. “I mean, I’ve never…”

  Ford stepped forward and pulled her into his arms—she, fully dressed, Ford, as naked the day he was born. Her words faltered and I stepped out to watch once more as she closed her eyes, standing stiff in his embrace.

  “Have you found release, Lizzie? Have you touched yourself? Have you cried out alone in the night, wishing for a man’s touch?”

  She shook her head in earnest now, her face red with embarrassment. Shame. “I can’t. It’s wrong. I can’t…”

  “I’m your husband. There’s nothing wrong about my hands on you.”

  “But Logan—”

  “Logan thinks you’re beautiful, too. I like knowing he’s watching as I take off your dress.” Her chest heaved as Ford began undoing the buttons at her neck. She didn’t fight him, but stood still as a frightened bird caught in a trap. Her eyelids fell closed.

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  “Shh,” he crooned, silencing the last of her resistance. “Shh. Such a good girl.” Ford didn’t speak again until she stood naked before him. My cock roared to life as I took in the generous fall of her breasts, the dark hair between her thighs, and the ripe curves of her waist and hips. I wanted to touch. I wanted to taste. I wanted to explore every single inch of her. My balls ached to fill her.

  Ford kissed her as I stalked closer, waiting for the perfect moment, for Ford’s cue to join them.

  He must have been good with his tongue, for she swayed and pressed her naked body to his without restraint. Her soft cries were music to my ears and I stepped up to them, just out of arms’ reach of our new wife.

  Ford held her face between his hands and kissed her closed eyelids. “Do you trust me, wife?”

  “I—” she sighed. “Yes.” There was no hesitation in her answer and my cock jumped as if she’d stroked it with her tongue.

  “Keep your eyes closed.” Ford scooped her into his arms and walked to where I’d laid my blanket over a patch of soft grass. I knelt on the edge and he settled with her in his lap, his kiss ensuring she didn’t notice my presence until he had her exactly where he wanted her. Leaning back against a saddlebag, he settled her so her back was against his chest. Ford hooked his ankles around hers, spreading her legs wider and wider. I shifted then so I knelt between her parted thighs, her glistening pink pussy on perfect display. I couldn’t wait to taste her.

  “Are your eyes closed?” Ford asked, although I could see they were.

  “Yes.” Her voice was barely there, a hasty thread of sound.

  “Good girl,” Ford added. “If you move without permission, lie to me or disobey my commands, you will get a spanking on your bare bottom. Do you understand?”

  She scrunched up her face in confusion. “You’ll… you’ll spank me?”

  “Mmm,” he murmured against her ear. “I am beginning to think you would rather enjoy my firm hand on your bare arse.” He pinched her nipples as he spoke, his lips tracing the elegant lines of her neck. “It’s time to explore your pussy, wife. Are you ready?”

  She shuddered in his arms but took nearly a minute to answer. I began to worry she would deny us, but when Ford’s hands wandered lower, toward her wet pussy, she whimpered.

  “Yes, Ford. Yes.”

  “Good. Keep your eyes closed, wife.” His hands stroked and caressed her thighs as I fisted my own cock to try to relieve some of the ache. She moaned and twisted, trying to force his hands to her pussy, but he was stoking the fire a purpose, getting her ready for me, for my hands. For my mouth.

  I glanced at Ford and while we were not mind readers, I knew exactly what he was thinking. She was a vixen, a woman filled with heat and passion. She would not be a frigid bride; instead, a wild wanton who would meet our needs. Just as we would meet every single one of hers.

  He had been given the gift of touching her first, but I would make her scream. It had only been a few short hours since we’d seen her, but in truth, I’d waited my entire life for just this moment.

  Ford took hold of the back of her knees and pulled them up toward her chest, exposing her pussy and tight virgin rosette to me. It was almost impossible to stifle the groan at the delectable sight. I wanted both. Now.

  “But—”

  “Keep your knees high, wife,” he cut in. “Do so and we will give you pleasure you can’t imagine.” She whimpered as Ford stroked her pussy at last, his fingers tracing the delicate folds, moving several times to stroke her clit. I could see her arousal glistening there, watched as it trickled from her. She was not immune, she was… perfect.

  Ford had deliberately said ‘we,’ but she was beyond hearing until Ford spoke again.

  “I’m going to slide two fingers into your pussy, hard and deep, just like you want it.” He did just that and her hips bucked up off the ground. “Do you like that, wife?”

  She moaned her assent and I moved forward, ready to take her with my mouth. She was almost ready. Ford repeatedly used the word ‘wife’ to assure her that this was all right, that her lust, her desire for a man’s touch was perfect and natural. Right. So right. We would not be denied, but neither would she.

  I met Ford’s gaze as he gently slid his hand from her pussy and rested it on the blanket. With a quick nod, I settled between her spread thighs. Inserting my own two fingers into her wet heat, the hot glide nearly made me groan. Her inner walls clenched down on my digits and I almost came then and there. I wanted to bury my cock in her pussy, pound into her until she begged me to stop, to let her come.

  She bucked against my hand, her head thrashing back and forth against Ford’s chest, unaware that it was now me who touched her, me who explored her hot core with my fingers. Me, who would make her come.

  I fingered her clit as Ford encouraged her. “Do you want to come, wife?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you want me to fuck you now, fill you with my hard cock and make you mine forever?”

  “God, yes.” She wrapped her hands around her knees and pulled them up, higher and tighter, wider, exposing her pussy to me like a pagan offering to a hungry god. Her nipples were tight little pink tips, begging to be suckled. Later. Now I would taste her.

  I couldn’t wait for Ford’s slow seduction a moment longer. I lowered my tongue to her clit and latched on, sucking hard and deep as I fucked her with my fingers. She was sweet like honey on my tongue and I was ravenous. I wasn’t exactly gentle, for I was too far gone to tend to her as a sweet virgin, but she did not behave as one. She reveled in having her eyes closed, at the feel of a man between her thighs. Her body relaxed against Ford’s, giving over to the intensity of my tongue, the thorough coaxing of my fingers. I wanted to stretch her open, to prepare her for my cock, for she really was an innocent and I did not wish to hurt her. Our cocks were large and we would prepare her accordingly in both her pussy and her ass.

  I heard her shocked cry, felt her pussy clench down on my fingers once again, and I knew she’d disobeyed. I glanced up to find her eyes firmly on me, round with shock.

  Ford whispered in her ear, “It’s all right, sweetheart. Logan is yours, too. Your husband. We share everything, love, and we will share you. You’ll scream with pleasure that we both give you. Look at the way he sucks on your clit, love. Feel his fingers fucking you, making you come. Feel how much we want you, how beautiful you are. You are a goddess, Lizzie. We are yours. We will die to protect you. You are safe with us. Let us worship you. Let us make you scream.”

  Ford’s hands cupped her breasts, pulling and tugging on her nipples as I devoured her pussy with my mouth and tongue. I didn’t give her a chance to think, simply found the soft spongy spot inside her with my fingers and returned all my attention to her clit, suckling and licking as Ford continued to arouse her not just with his hands, but his words as well.

  Relentless, I gave her no chance to start thinking. If she did, she’d think this was wicked, might ask us to stop. She’d think she was dirty for wanting two men, for getting wet for them. For coming for them. It wasn’t dirty. It was perfect between us and I would prove it by making her come all over my mouth and fingers.

  I pushed her, fingering her carefully, although with her obvious arousal now coating my hand, she took me easily. I felt her virgin barrier break and she stiffened once again. I gentled then, suckling her clit until she panted and moaned, until I felt the walls of her pussy clamp down on my fingers once more.

  I sucked hard then, tonguing her clit until she screamed, her back arching off the ground and her thighs coming down to lock around my head like a vise.

  But I had no interest in escape. I would die a happy man between the thighs of my wife.

  Once her body stopped milking my fingers, when she relaxed against Ford, I kissed her inner thigh, then sat back on my heels.

  Not giving her a moment of reprieve, Ford lifted her, moving her high on his chest until his cock was aligned with her pussy. Taking hold of her hi
ps, I slowly lowered her down, then let go entirely when Ford thrust up, filling her completely for the first time. He was fucking her from behind as she settled against his chest, her hard clit exposed. As Ford began to fuck her in earnest, I leaned forward and claimed her little clit, making her ours forever.

  Chapter Seven

  Elizabeth

  Ford’s cock pushed inside me, spreading me so wide I wanted to scream and push away, but just as I was ready to protest, he seated himself deep within and held still, the sting fading to a full, stretched sensation that made me long to squirm on his thick cock. I wanted to move, but I could not.

  My legs were wrapped around Logan’s head, his tongue licking my clit like I was made of the finest cream. Trapped between the two men, images from the previous evening rose to taunt me with their wicked ways and I closed my eyes once more, helpless to fight the heat rising to claim me. I wanted it. God, I wanted them with desperate need, with a pleasurable lust that I couldn’t deny.

  They weren’t hurting me—they weren’t gentle, but I did not want that—as they took me. This was taking. Just like the men I’d watched at the hotel fuck their woman. I never knew a woman could be fucked in such a position, but I was so full I couldn’t believe my body had accepted Ford’s huge cock.

  Ford held himself still inside me as Logan’s mouth worked me. With his fingers, he spread my pussy lips wide, allowing Ford’s cock to slide just a bit deeper into my body, all the way in, striking my womb with a sharp note that made me moan and attempt to lower my legs, but the moment I lifted my legs from Logan’s shoulders, Ford’s hands wrapped around my thighs, holding me open and wide, unable to move away from either his huge cock or Logan’s tongue.

  Logan bent his dark head, sucked and licked, driving me mad. It was almost too much, the overwhelming feel of being surrounded by both of them, taken by both of them, touched, fucked, sucked. God, it was almost unbearable.