Kidnapped and Claimed(11)

To tell the truth, I had no desire to govern the clan. I even told him that I would surrender my claim to the throne. I didn’t know why he was still threatened by me. I was content with womanly chores: spinning thread, sewing, cooking, and gardening. I had no ambition to be a leader.

To my dismay, Erodan arranged my marriage to the Grand Duke of Thiebes. The Duke was thirty years my senior. I was hoping I would marry a man of my choosing. I wanted to fall in love and live a happy married life. Erodan dismissed me flat out. As he gained power in the court, I had no say with his decision. So, I married the duke. On the eve of our wedding, I found my husband dead. As our tradition demanded, I was to follow my lord husband into the funeral pyre.

I closed my eyes as a shard of pain pierced my heart.

I sighed, pushing away my trepidation.

I watched Callarn sleeping. He looked so peaceful. My heart ached for him. I was fond of him. I was growing to love him and Ronen. Last night, we were lying in the dark without words spoken. We touched. Caressed. Discovered every inch of our bodies to be pleasured. Callarn had come a couple of times. I couldn’t count mine. Now, I was in dire need of a bath.

My eyes riveted to his flaccid cock, longing to touch him again. Maybe a bath could wait. Grinning wickedly, I reached his for loins. As soon as my hands touched his cock, it stirred, lengthening and hardening.

“Yes, sweet thing?” he grunted. His eyes were still closed.

“Don’t mind me,” I said. “I just want to perform for your pleasure.”

He opened his eyes and pulled me into him. “I was thinking this morning I should be the one who administers your pleasure.”

“Why is that?”

“It is our duty to pleasure our cherished one.” Callarn sat up, parting my thighs open.

I squeezed them back shut. “I need a bath first.”

“My seed didn’t make you dirty. You’re beautiful as is. Now, open for me.”

“Callarn!”

He laughed. “I’m not touching you yet and you are already screaming my name.”

“But, I’m no—oooh…”

My hips jerked upward when he touched my sex folds. He quickly secured me down. “Stay still.”

I squirmed.

“Do you know what we were thinking once you are lawfully ours?”

I was still busy panting.

Callarn wetted his forefinger and slid it into my cunt with one fluid move. “I will be the one who will take this cunt for the first time, and Ronen will be the one who will take your ass. And, of course, we will fill them both every night, at the same time.”

The promise sounded wickedly delicious. He rubbed my passage, probing me deeper and deeper. “You will take us both, all the way, stretching you open until we are fully sheathed.”

“Oh goddess.”

“Oh goddess indeed,” he solemnly agreed. “Do you know why Khimerian warriors love taking our wives at the same time?”

I supposed I should I ask why. But my head was swimming in so much pleasure.

He continued, “The ultimate bonding. Ronen is my bond brother. You will feel our magic surge into you at the joining. You will complete our bond when we reach pleasure together.” Callarn hit my sweet spot.

“Oh!”

Callarn smiled triumphantly. He focused his rub on that particular area. I squirmed wilder. I shouted when I came.

“What you feel couldn’t be compared to what you will experience when we join, beloved.”

“Goddess.” What he told me made me think that maybe accepting their claim wouldn’t be a bad idea after all. The thought brought shivers of thrills all over my body. Being loved and protected by two men, living in this summer paradise away from Erodan, the hunters, or my duty to the dead duke.

The promise sounded wonderful.

*

Intoxicating fragrant aromas welcomed me as I sauntered to the village center. The night was young and the air was heavily perfumed with the scent of merai flowers that had been enchanted to bloom all year long. Ashanie gave me a task to bring freshly baked bread to the tables, serving the warriors’ dinner.

The bonfire crackled merrily. The warriors were already in their seats, drunk and joking. Several of them eyed me with great curiosity. Some made jokes about me being too thin. And some said that my claimers must take extra precautions not to split me in half. They roared. I pouted. As I was about to withdraw, a hand caught me in my tracks. It was Ronen.

“Dine with me,” he said.

“Ashanie needs me in the cookery. There are plenty more bowls to carry out.”

“I’m sure Ashanie won’t mind if you stay and dine. I miss you.”

I blushed. “How about later? I still have chores to do.”

Ronen got up from the bench. “Fine. Let’s go.” He grabbed my hand and tugged me away.