Bador didn’t know how much time passed as he held Jane cradled close to his heart, but as he gauged the shifting shadows on the wall while the sun moved across the sky, he suspected that the afternoon was almost gone. Her soft breath ruffled the hairs on his chest with each breath she drew. Her hand had started out on his chest but had ended up flat on his stomach. One inch lower and she’d be touching his cock, which was strained to its limits.
Never in his life had he been subjected to sensual torture such as this. Holding Jane in his arms felt right. He knew very little about her, but what he had gleaned so far was favorable. She had shown a kindness and empathy to Garrik that hinted at her caring personality. Obviously, she’d had no trouble with Zaren. It had amazed him how she’d stood up to his older brother. She had looked more like a bedraggled kitten, but she had shown her claws. The thought brought a smile to Bador’s lips.
Sifting his fingers through Jane’s tousled hair, he felt contentment unlike anything he’d ever experienced in his life. His cock was throbbing and his balls ached, they were so heavy. Sweat dripped down his brow as the heat from the fire and the furs draped over their bodies enveloped them. And yet he felt content.
The fact that the tapestry had brought her here was not to be discounted either. A tapestry bride was one who was magically chosen and was always a good match. Just look at how the match between the House of Garen and Christina Beaumont had worked out. Yes, they had gone to challenge for the right to have her as a bride, but from the moment they’d laid eyes on her with the Garen brothers they had known deep down that it wasn’t meant to be. It was obvious that she was with the right brothers.
Still, they had felt her loss keenly. Having Jarmon so severely injured so soon after had only made things worse. Their mother was taking it hard. She’d rushed to Castle Garen to nurse Jarmon and had been there ever since, refusing to leave his side.
He doubted Zaren would send for their mother. There was barely enough time for her to make the trip back to Bakra Castle before Jane’s fate was decided. Besides which, it would be too stressful for her to leave Jarmon at this point.
Although Jane wasn’t aware of it yet, she had only three days to decide her future and the first day was almost spent.
Jane sighed and, as he looked down at her, she tilted her head back and peered up at him. When she blinked, her long lashes feathered over her pale cheeks. Her full lips were parted slightly and as he watched, a fine pink blush crept up her cheeks, giving her face some color. She looked good enough to eat. Bador shifted as that thought had his cock straining to be released from his pants.
“I’m still here?”
She looked like a sleepy little owl as she stared up at him with wide blue eyes. “Yes, Jane. You’re still here.”
She nodded and sighed again. “I thought I would be.” Her hand began to absently stroke his stomach. He clenched the muscles and gritted his teeth. It felt so damned good, but he might come in his pants if she kept it up for very long. “How long did I sleep?”
Struggling with his unruly desires, he tried to concentrate on her question. “Several hours, I think.”
She nodded but made no motion to leave her position. Her hand stroked lower and this time it brushed his erection through his pants. Bador hissed as he sucked in his breath. Jane’s hand froze over his hard length and he covered her hand with his, pressing her hand against him.
She made a soft sound of distress in the back of her throat, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, her fingers closed slightly around his cock. Bador almost howled at the intense pleasure it gave him.
Lifting his hand to her chin, he tipped it up as he lowered his mouth to hers. It was a struggle to keep the kiss light and undemanding when his body was urging him to roll over, thrust inside her welcoming body and fuck her senseless. Instead, he licked at her lower lip with his tongue, tracing the contours before slipping inside.
Cupping her face in one hand, he kept the other wrapped loosely around her. Her fingers flexed, massaging his straining flesh through the leather of his pants until Bador couldn’t take it any longer. He rolled, cradling her in his arms, until she was beneath him. Bracing himself on his arms, he continued to kiss her until her tongue was tangling with his.
Breaking away, he gasped for breath. “I want you.” Uncertainty clouded her eyes as he watched, so he quickly changed tactics. “Let me pleasure you.” Nuzzling her neck, he kissed and licked his way down over her neck, stopping at the hollow where her neck and shoulders met and biting gently.
Jane sucked in a breath and moaned as he licked her skin, soothing the bite mark with his tongue. He playfully nipped at her collarbone as he worked his way down towards her breasts. The two soft mounds were tipped with pink nipples that begged to be tasted. So he did. One at a time, he lapped at them, pleased to see the nubs harden as her arousal grew.
Sitting back on his knees, he pushed the furs aside and kissed her soft belly as his hands glided over her torso. He could feel her ribs as his fingers skimmed over them. She was way too thin, but that would change now that she had him to take care of her. Keeping Jane happy and healthy was now a priority.
But right now, he had a chance to consolidate his position with her and he wasn’t about to squander the opportunity. Her breasts jiggled with every breath she took and the rosy tips were puckered and wet. With her eyes closed and her lips parted, she was a breathtaking sight.
He slid his hands over the fronts of her thighs and then slipped them to the inside of her knees and stroked upwards again, pushing her thighs farther apart as he went. Her eyes flew open as he parted her sex with his thumbs, spreading her wide open for his inspection.
“Your pussy is beautiful. So pink and wet and hungry.” Jane licked her lips but said nothing. “Let me taste you. Let me pleasure you.” Not giving her time to answer, he bent his head and lapped at the swollen folds of her sex.
Jane moaned, unable to stop herself. The sight of Bador with his head between her thighs had her insides clenching tight. She was filled with a sensual yearning, but at the same time her body felt heavy and lethargic. She was barely awake when he’d started kissing her and caressing her, and her body had flamed to life immediately. But this was wrong, wasn’t it?
Reaching down, she pushed at his head, trying to dislodge him. “Bador, we must stop. This isn’t right.”
He raised his head and licked his lips. “Why is it not right?”
“Well, because it’s not.” Her thoughts were muddled as she stared at his handsome face. His long blond hair was mussed and pushed over his shoulders and his eyes shimmered with desire.
Sighing, he sat back and she almost cried out at the sudden loss she felt. But he stayed between her legs, his fingers lightly skimming her labia as he talked. It was almost impossible for her to follow what he was saying, but she struggled desperately to do so.
“In our world, women are scarce. There is only one female born for every three males. Years ago, it was decided by the women that the brothers of a family compete for the attention of one woman and the woman chooses which one she wishes to marry.” His finger skimmed over the hard nub of nerves at the apex of her pussy and Jane’s hips jerked upward.
Sighing, he withdrew his hand as he continued. “Each male must be allowed to mate with the woman, not only so she knows which one she prefers but also to make sure she is compatible with them all.”
“But why?” Jane was still trying to wrap her mind around the thought that not only was it okay in this culture to sleep with several men, it was expected.
A smile played at the corners of his mouth, but sadness tinged his eyes. “One night a week, the husband must share his wife with his brothers. He can leave them alone or the brothers can join them in bed. It is up to the couple.”
“But that’s…that’s…” she sputtered. “That’s a threesome.”
He nodded. “With four brothers, we have the right to claim two brides for our family. We paired off, Zaren and I together, and
obviously Garrik and Jarmon together. Each pair can seek a bride. If Jarmon was healthy, our younger brothers might have challenged us for the right to try and win you. But with him so gravely injured, the competition is between Zaren and myself.”
“Unbelievable.” Jane shook her head, trying to absorb the implications not only of Bador’s words but also the fact that she was spread naked before him and not feeling the slightest bit uncomfortable.
“Every man wants to be chosen as the husband as he not only gets the most nights with his wife but only the husband can claim the children that are born of the union. All children are his, no matter which brother fathered them.” Bador’s hands went to the ties at his waist and he unlaced the front of his pants. Standing, he pushed them down over his legs, stepped out of them and tossed them aside.
Jane could only stare at the size of his arousal. He was as long as Zaren and looked slightly thicker. Her pussy throbbed as he lowered himself back between her thighs. Her breasts ached for his touch.
“Competition is fierce.” Leaning down, he lapped at her breasts, going from one to the other. “All young men, when they reach a certain age, as part of their education, are taught how best to pleasure a woman.” He nipped at one of her nipples. “It is a lesson all men strive to learn well.”
“You must have been an excellent student.”
Bador’s head shot up and then an unholy grin lit his face. “You have no idea.”
“I’m still not sure I feel right about this.” It might be customary in their culture, but she’d grown up in quite a different society. But the thought of having the two of them pleasuring her was an incredible turn-on. Jane was getting hotter just thinking about it and she was already at the boiling point.
“We will find our way. I will only do what brings you pleasure.” Jane practically rolled her eyes at his words. So far, everything he did brought her pleasure.
One question was nagging at the back of her mind. “Why did Zaren leave if it’s considered okay for me to be with you both?”
“Because he knew he had to give me my turn alone in order to be fair. You have to have the chance to experience our lovemaking separately and together before you make up your mind. Do not think for one moment that it was easy for him to leave.” Bador chuckled. “I expect he has been standing outside the door waiting all afternoon.”
“Really?” The thought pleased her, but she really didn’t want to examine why. It made her feel slightly uncomfortable to be naked with one man while wanting another. The thoughts went round in her head until she was almost dizzy with them.
Bador nodded. “But this is my time and I don’t plan to waste it.” He lifted her to a sitting position before lying back down on the furs. When he was settled comfortably, he urged her to straddle him.
She hesitated, but her body was crying for completion. There was no doubt that she wanted him. Lifting her leg, she swung it over his body so that her knees were on either side of his chest. His chest was so massive that her legs didn’t even touch the floor.
Bador wrapped his hands around her waist and urged her closer. “Sit over my face so I can pleasure you.”
His husky plea made her breathless and she scooted up until her sex was spread wide over his face. She’d never done anything like this in her life. It was slightly disconcerting and embarrassing, but it was incredibly exciting. She could feel her juices flowing down the already slick folds of her pussy and slipping down her inner thighs.
“Perfect,” he murmured and she could feel his breath like a warm caress against her heated flesh. His tongue lapped at her cream and she flexed her hips towards his tongue. His fingers tightened around her waist, but even then he held her carefully, as if mindful of her bruises. Her heart swelled and ached in her chest at the extent of his care for her.
Then his clever lips closed over her distended clitoris and all thoughts flew from her head. Need overtook her. Completion was her only goal. Sucking the hard nub into his mouth, he tongued it. At the same time, he pressed two of his fingers into her tight channel, stretching her to the limits.
Her body was so primed, so incredibly ready, that she could feel her vaginal muscles begin to contract on the second thrust of his fingers. When his hand skimmed up her side and cupped her breast, she was lost.
Her inner core spasmed as she came and she could feel the gush between her thighs. A sound of pleasure rumbled from Bador’s throat as he continued to suck on her clit. She rode his fingers as she milked every last ounce of pleasure from her orgasm.
When he sensed she was finished, he withdrew his fingers and easily lifted her from his face. As he eased her back onto his stomach, she could feel his erection poke her in the behind. She had come, but he was still incredibly aroused.
He made no indication at all that he intended anything else. Relaxed against the furs, he toyed with her nipples, stroking them with the pads of his thumbs. Licking his lips, he grinned up at her. “I knew you’d taste sweet.”
The man was incredibly giving and now it was her turn to give to him. She’d never done anything like this in her life. Had never wanted to before now. But suddenly she was filled with the need to pleasure Bador. Scooting off his chest, she pushed his legs apart and knelt between them.
All expression was gone from his face when she finally met his gaze. She laid her hand on his thigh and felt the muscles beneath it jump. His cock flexed, straining upward. “I want to pleasure you. Will you let me?”
Chapter Seven
Bador almost swallowed his tongue at her innocent plea. All he could do was nod. His fingers gripped the fur under him. It took every ounce of self-control he possessed to keep from flinging her on her back and pumping his cock into her until he exploded within her silky depths. But he was a warrior and knew the value of strategy. He sensed it was important to Jane right now to feel as if she had some control over her world. And he would foster that feeling. Even if it killed him.
She licked her lips and he swallowed hard. As juicy as berries, they were lush and ripe. She tasted sweet, like sunshine and promise. Jane was a gift of hope in their lives and he would do whatever it took to keep her with them. Her breathing was ragged and her breasts rose and fell in an uneven rhythm. She looked magnificent kneeling between his legs, staring at his erection as if she wasn’t quite sure what to do with it.
“Jane,” he pleaded. She had to do something. Anything. His balls were so tight, he knew he didn’t have much time or control left. He’d soon come with her doing nothing more than staring at him.
Her startled eyes flew to his face and then back to his erection. Inching her hands up over his thighs, she wrapped them around his cock and squeezed gently. Bador couldn’t swallow back the groan of pleasure that that simple action evoked.
Jane smiled slowly. It was a siren’s smile. The smile of a woman who knew she was bringing pleasure to her man. Bador wanted to see that smile for the next fifty years or more.
Sliding her hands upward, she stroked him once. Liquid seeped from the head of his cock and Jane rubbed her thumb over the tip, spreading it over the top. Taking her time, she cupped his balls with one hand and began a slow, steady stroking action. Up and down. Again and again. Bador gritted his teeth and tried to hold on.
Leaning down, she rubbed her breasts against his thighs as she traced the length of his erection with her tongue. His hips flexed. He wanted her mouth on him. Needed to feel his cock sliding past her lips and sucked into the moist heat beyond.
Reaching down, he gripped her hair in his fingers and gently tugged her towards the head of his cock. She laughed as she fitted her mouth over the end and sucked. He thrust his hips upward as she swirled her tongue around the bulbous head, licking the salty liquid that seeped from the tip.
Keeping a grip on her head, he pushed his cock deeper. Jane took him as deep into her mouth as she could before sliding her mouth up and almost off. Instead, she flicked her tongue around the head before swallowing him deep again.
H
is heart was pounding in his chest, keeping time with the throbbing of his cock. He hung onto her as she sucked and licked him. She emitted little sounds of pleasure from deep in her throat that drove him crazy. His balls were aching they were so tight and when she rolled them in her fingers his orgasm hit him.
His hips jerked as he came deep in her mouth. He yelled his release, his hot cum spurting down her throat. She gagged once before she continued sucking, draining him dry. God, she was beautiful and so very giving.
The door slammed open and banged off the wall before being slammed shut. Bador didn’t have to look to know who it was. He’d been expecting Zaren long before now. He was actually surprised his brother had stayed away this long.
Jane jumped, swallowing hard. She coughed and swiped at her mouth as she stared wide-eyed at Zaren. The heat in his brother’s eyes was almost enough to set the furs beneath him on fire. Bador was feeling too sated and mellow to really care. There was no reason they couldn’t both enjoy Jane. She was definitely woman enough to handle them both.
Jane could only stare at Zaren as he stood in the doorway, his hands clenched at his side, his eyes blazing. Was he angry with her? She glanced at Bador, but he was lying with his hand propped behind his head and a satisfied smile on his face. No help there.
A low rumbling sound brought her eyes back to Zaren. Had he just growled? He stalked towards her, never taking his eyes off her. She swallowed hard and resisted the urge to curl up in a ball and hide from him. He looked big and dangerous and angry. But, she’d never been a coward and she wasn’t about to start now.
“This is what you wanted, wasn’t it?” He came to a sudden halt and stared at her. “To sleep with Bador. After all, you left me here with him.” She trailed off sounding more forlorn than assertive.
This world was so confusing to her. How did she go from being an ordinary, sensible woman to one who was attracted to two different men? She didn’t know herself any longer. Or perhaps this world was uncovering parts of her she hadn’t known existed before. Either way, she didn’t quite know what to do with either herself or them at the moment.
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