“So good. You were so good, Piper. You don’t need lessons. You just need men who care about you.” He gently disengaged his cock. Kade slid down, bringing his mouth to hers and kissing her lightly. “Thank you so much.”
Piper panted because something hard was right at her back entrance. It twisted and turned against her flesh, seeking entry. “What is that?”
Kade sighed, the sound one of pure contentment. “It’s a little plug for your asshole.”
“I don’t think I need a plug. Everything works just fine down there.”
They chuckled, saying something in Arabic before Tal came to stand before her. “How did you think you were going to accept all of us, Piper?”
“Tag team. Won’t that work?” She winced as Rafe pressed the plug in, gaining ground with each little thrust. It wasn’t pain exactly, but it wasn’t pure pleasure, either. It was an odd mix of fullness and pressure, with a blend of pleasure and discomfort that made her want to twitch to increase the sensations, make them better. Something. But she held still because it would please them.
Tal gripped her chin in his big hand and turned her face up, a wicked gleam in his eyes. She’d never seen him look so young and carefree. A smile of pure bliss crossed his face. “Tag team?”
She loved that she’d brought that out in him. He needed someone to tease him and bring him back to earth. He needed it so badly. “Like wrestling. If you haven’t watched it, then we should. You’ve made me deeply aware of your culture. Well, it’s time you knew mine. We might need to sit down and watch a whole season of Redneck Island.”
His face went blank before his laughter boomed through the room. It filled her, making the spanking and the plug in her backside seem worth it because she’d never heard Tal sound so happy. “I will watch this show for you. Later. But for now, you should understand that soon we will take you in our way. All three at once. One in your pussy. One in your ass. And one enjoying the sweetness of your mouth. But tonight, we will be gentle. Try not to lose the plug.”
Rafe helped her to her back. She had to clench the muscles of her bottom to keep the plug inside. Despite her apprehension, Piper couldn’t deny that the idea of having all her men at once deeply intrigued her. The thought of them filling her every hole and pleasuring her at once deepened her ache and made her moan with need.
“Not here. I want to take you on the bed.” Tal leaned over and picked her up, cradling her to his broad chest. “This is the bed where our fathers first took our loving mother. Where our family was born. Don’t ever think we don’t care for you, Piper. This is sacred for us.”
That they would treat her first time with such reverence made tears prick her eyes as he laid her out on the bed. It was sacred for her, too. She’d waited so long and now she was happy she had. Rafe and Kade joined them. Rafe positioned himself behind her, lifting her up so he could cuddle her back to his front.
“I am ecstatic to be here with you in this moment,” Rafe said against her ear.
Emotion overwhelmed her. She was ecstatic, too.
* * * *
Tal looked at the woman on the bed. His concubine. His bride. Soon, his wife.
He had expected to want her. He’d expected the excitement to come. He hadn’t expected to need her with every breath he dragged into his body and every beat of his heart.
His bloody hands shook. What the hell was wrong with him? He wasn’t supposed to want her like this. She wasn’t supposed to move him all the way down to his soul. He’d laughed at her antics, his whole body relaxing in a way he hadn’t in years. His cock had been harder than ever before from the moment he’d seen her beauty in all its glory. His fucking heart was pounding.
He’d thought he’d lost his heart long ago.
Now, as Tal looked down at his concubine lying on the bed where he’d been conceived, he wondered about his own family. Always before, it had seemed a far-off reality. Sons and daughters were something he’d given little thought to. Now he couldn’t get them out of his head. He could make a baby with Piper. Tonight.
While she might well be furious, he would fucking make it up to her because he didn’t intend to allow her to leave. He would give her the best life possible, but he could not let her go.
His cock pulsed. She was spread out before him, his brothers lovingly presenting her to him.
She was theirs.
Their concubine. Their queen.
So why did he hesitate? Because his heart ached looking at her. Because he wanted to be a better man for her. That man she could have loved had been burned away long ago. He’d died in a warehouse rife with refuse and the stench of piss, when the old Talib al Mussad had broken under torture.