Lach abruptly pulled away. “Stay still, Bronwyn. You agreed to be mine. That means we play things my way in the bedroom.”
She pushed away from him. What was he talking about? She was in agony and he wanted to place rules on her? So many fucking rules. Don’t tell anyone your name, Bronwyn. Don’t get too close, Bronwyn. Don’t say a word. Don’t fight. Don’t fight. Don’t fight.
Lach grabbed her wrists, pulling her close. “Don’t do that, love. Don’t push me now. I’m on the edge. I killed twenty men to get to you. I don’t want to lose control again. Obey me and everything will be fine.”
“Touch me and everything will be fine,” she demanded.
He let her go and turned away.
Shim wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back into his arms. “Hush, Bron. He doesn’t understand. He can’t feel you like I do, but I promise, he’s not trying to hurt you. He really is worried that if he loses control he could hurt you. It’s his nature. He’s the dominant half, but I have my job, too. I know what you need.”
Shim’s left hand made its way to her thighs and straight to her pussy. He didn’t tease or play. He went straight for her clitoris, rubbing the plump nubbin.
Blessed relief. She wasn’t completely there yet, but oh she felt so much better. She couldn’t help it. She rolled her hips, rubbing against his fingers.
“Then tell me what she needs, brother.” Lach stood above them, staring down. “I’m so close to the fucking edge. She can’t fight me. It will send me over. I already want to tie her up and spank that ass of hers. I need to dominate her. It’s like a fire in my gut.”
Bron let her head roll back against Shim’s shoulder. Everything sounded good now that he was touching her. The drug was still in control, running through her system, but now she was getting the antidote. Shim’s long fingers slid around her pussy, rubbing her clit and then foraging inside. It felt so good. It calmed the fire. She was moving toward something wonderful.
“And you can dominate her, after she gets what she needs.”
“Just fucking tell me, Shim. I can’t read her mind the way you can.”
Shim kissed the shell of her ear. “I can’t read her mind. We bonded too far away. We need to be close like this and rebond. Then I’ll know everything, but I know this much. She needs to come. She can’t think or obey until she comes. Whatever they forced on her, it was partially an aphrodisiac.”
“Ah, like the vampires make for their orgies so a woman can come for hours.” Lach’s eyes narrowed.
“Yes,” Shim replied. “But the vamps got it from the Seelies. If we can just give her a few orgasms, I think you’ll discover she’ll be deeply submissive.”
Lach nodded. “Let me help.”
His hands found her nipples, rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers. Bron whimpered at the little sting of pain that shot like an arrow straight to her pussy. She couldn’t breathe. She was right on the edge.
“Come for me. Come for us.” Shim’s thumbs rotated on her clit as his fingers plunged deep.
Bron tripped over the edge. That wonderful word “orgasm” finally meant something to her. It meant relief, pleasure, and an overwhelming sense of finally belonging.
She belonged with these men. Her dream men.
The pleasure washed over her, suffusing every cell of her body with a delicious sense of languor. She slumped down, unable to hold herself up for one minute longer. Blood pounded through her body. The only thing holding her up was Shim’s strong arms around her waist.
So sweet. After what seemed like hours of agony, the very cessation of pain felt like the purest pleasure. Her skin felt deliciously alive. A smile curled her lips up.
“See.” Shim’s cock nestled against her ass. She was half naked, her breasts bared to them. Lach’s fangs were out, his hands still rubbing her breasts. “So much better. Don’t you feel better, my princess?”
She sighed, groaning a little as Shim’s fingers slipped from her pussy. She didn’t want them to leave. She liked how it felt to have some piece of him inside her. “I want it again.”
She could take her time. They could linger over her, giving her round after delicious round of pleasure.
“Not this time, love. Don’t you think it’s our turn?” Shim nipped at her ear.
Their turn. Her turn. Did it really matter as long as they kept touching her?
Lach growled, his hands back in her hair. “Get her clothes off. Now, Shim. I can’t wait. It’s killing me.”
“He’s such a pain in my ass. He thinks I don’t feel it, but he’s wrong. I feel it every bit as badly as he does, but I’m the intellectual half. It’s my lot in life to be forced to forever deal with his drama.”
This wasn’t how she’d imagined they would speak. “You talk so oddly.”
“Hold your arms up, love.” Shim pulled the dress over her head, freeing her from the burden. “I talk the way I do because I spent so much time on the Vampire plane. Our mother was a vampire. She wanted us to have close ties to her people.”
She still felt like she was floating, but sparks had already begun in her pussy again. “My cos is a vampire.”
“Yes, Dante. We’ve met him.” Shim’s hands skimmed down, dragging her undergarments along.
Of course they knew Dante. They lived in her head. Dante was there, the funniest of playmates.
“He annoys me, but his consort seems nice,” Lach allowed.
Consort? Dante wasn’t old enough to have a consort. And she loved Dante. Confusion began to set in. And so did pain. She doubled over, crying. She’d hoped it was gone, but it was back, that fire in her loins. The burning flared and she couldn’t help but cry out her despair.
“Damn it,” Shim cursed. “Whatever they gave her, it was strong. She needs another orgasm. Lie down, love.”
Lach picked her up. “Who did this to you, a chumann? Give me his name.”
She shook a little. The fire was building. “Micha. He wanted to marry me. He was angry when I showed my true self.”
Oh, she needed the touch again. Lach laid her on the bed, staring down at her as Shim stripped off her undergarment. Naked. She was naked in front of him. His eyes latched on to her pussy.
“Where is this man? I will have his heart on the end of my sword.” Lach pulled his shirt over his head revealing a perfectly sculpted chest. His torso was covered with golden, sun-kissed skin pulled over taut muscles. He was so masculine.
“He’s the mayor. He didn’t want me to tell them who I am.” No one wanted her to tell. Certainly not Gillian. Gillian. She’d been here. She’d said things that made no sense.
“A small man, older? Did he wear a golden broach and order everyone about as though he owned them?”
Her legs moved restlessly of their own accord. “He put the solution in my water and when it didn’t work, he forced it down my throat. So much.”
Lach pushed his pants down, freeing his cock. Bron’s eyes widened. A cock. She’d seen them before on small boys bathing in the river and once when she’d accidently seen two peasants making love in a barn, but Lach was so much more. His cock was long and thick. It was almost purple, like a ripe plum sitting on a thick stalk. Lach wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking firmly.
“Spread your legs, love. If you want me to take care of you, you have to give access.” Lach didn’t wait for her to obey. He took her ankles and forced them apart, leaving her pussy on full display. “If he was wearing a purple tunic and that gold broach, then you don’t need to worry about him ever again, love. He’s lying in the town square and he won’t get up unless I tell him to. Gods, that’s a gorgeous sight.”
He reached down and touched her, his finger running from her navel down to her pussy. He delved inside, running all over her labia and into her cunt.