Sednar jumped out of bed and hurried toward the bathing chamber.
“What’s wrong?” Radnor could hear the concern in her voice and hastened to reassure her.
“He’s going to get something to help make things easier and more pleasurable when we both claim you.”
“Oh.” Her eyes widened and she swallowed hard.
He leaned down and kissed her. “Only pleasure. I promise.” The corners of her mouth turned up. “I trust you.” Radnor closed his eyes, savoring that trust. She hadn’t told them she loved them, but she had to feel something for them, something deep. Even after seeing the more brutal sides of their nature, after seeing them with blood on their hands, she’d given up her home for them. Love would come in time.
He heard Sednar returning and rolled off the bed long enough to undo his pants and pull them off. His cock bobbed forward, heavy and full. He glanced toward his brother. Totally naked now, Sednar must have stripped while he was in the bathing chamber.
Roxanne gave a low hum of pleasure as they both approached her. She licked her lips. He wanted that tongue on his body. He knelt beside her and covered her mouth with his. Her fingers tunneled through his hair, holding there. He could have told her there was no need. There was nowhere else he’d rather be.
He made slow forays into her sweet mouth, teasing her tongue, tasting her essence.
Sweet. She always tasted sweet. She gasped and jerked beneath him. He swallowed the sound and knew that Sednar had gone to work pleasuring her. Not to be outdone, he ended the kiss.
Sure enough, Sednar was currently feasting on her sweet breasts, his tongue flicking one delectable nipple while his fingers teased the other.
Radnor kissed the curve of her neck simply because it was there and he had to. He tugged on her earlobe with his teeth and traced the delicate whorl of her ear with this tongue.
A low moan was his reward.
His cock was throbbing relentlessly now. Every inch of it ached to sink into her hot depths. And he would. But first he had to make certain she was ready to take them both.
He worked his way down her body, licking and tasting—the plump curve of her breast, the dip of her waist, the indentation of her bellybutton. Then he was between her thighs. They were long and lean and slightly bruised from her fall.
He raised his head. “Are you sure, Roxanne? You’re bruised and injured.” It would probably kill him to stop, but he’d do it.
Sednar raised his head, eyes filled with concern. “I didn’t think.”
“I’m not that bruised.” She glared at both of them. “Don’t even think about stopping.”
Radnor couldn’t help smiling. “My lady’s wish is my command.” She snorted, which made him laugh. She had no idea just how much power she wielded, but he figured she’d eventually learn. She had years to discover it.
He shouldered her legs farther apart and used his thumbs to part the slick folds of her pussy. She was always wet and ready for him. It was such a gift. He leaned down and blew on her damp flesh. Then he licked her.
Roxanne’s hips came off the mattress when Radnor licked a path from her anus to her clit. Her breasts heaved as she took a breath. Sednar sucked one rosy nipple into his mouth. His nimble fingers tugged on her other nipple, leaving it a hard, aching nub.
She was burning up as if she had a fever. And maybe she did. These men had stolen her heart and marked her as theirs. Forever.
“More,” she gasped. She’d never felt this free before. Free to ask for what she wanted.
“My pleasure.” Radnor licked his lips before lapping at the swollen bud of nerves at the apex of her pussy. He leisurely pushed two thick fingers into her sheath and opened them, preparing her for his thick cock.
Her eyes almost rolled back in her head at the thought of the pleasure to come.
Radnor pulled his fingers back to the edge of her opening and then completely away.
She frowned and undulated her hips, wanting more of his touch.
He moved his hand lower and stroked over the puckered opening of her bottom.
His finger was slick with her cream. He rimmed her before carefully pushing past the thick muscles. She shrieked as the tip of his finger entered her. She couldn’t help it. No one had ever touched her there before.
His gaze flew to hers and he removed his finger. “Stop?” She shook her head. It didn’t hurt. Not yet. It just felt oddly embarrassing.
“Use this.” Sednar tossed a container of something to his brother.
As Radnor opened it, she could smell the herbs. He dipped two fingers inside.
When he pulled them away they were covered in a thick jelly-like substance. “What is it?”
He pressed his finger back against her ass and pushed, this time sliding deeper. The muscles in her bottom clenched and she forced herself to relax. This wouldn’t work if she stayed so tense.
“It’s something to ease our passage into you. The herbs in the mixture will also relax you.” He grinned at you. “Put you more in the mood.”
“Make me hornier you mean.”
Sednar laughed, leaned down and kissed her. His kiss was much different from Radnor’s. More playful, but just as skilled.
As Sednar kissed her, Radnor continued to work his finger into her tight channel. It was difficult, but he persisted until the thick digit was buried as far as it could go. It felt so strange to have one man kissing her, his hand toying with her breasts and nipples, while the other one had his finger up her behind.
Her breathing got harder, faster, when she felt Radnor start to insert a second finger. It was too much. She tilted her head back, huffing out a breath from between her clenched teeth.
Sednar sat beside her and plumped both her breasts in his hands, thumbing her nipples. “Just relax. You can take him,” he encouraged.
It hurt, but not enough for her to ask him to stop. A few minutes later, she noticed it didn’t feel quite that bad. In fact, it was starting to feel pretty good. Maybe the herbs had finally kicked in. Whatever it was, Roxanne was grateful for it. Her ass got hot and she had the overwhelming urge to move. She pushed her butt toward Radnor.
“That’s it, Roxanne.” Radnor eased his fingers in and out of her tight chamber.
“Almost there.”
Sednar left her breasts and kissed his way down her torso, lingering on some of her bruises. She cupped the back of his head, wanting to soothe his worry. It was crazy. She was aroused, cream sliding from her core, and all she wanted was to make Sednar feel better. It had to be love.
He made a growling noise and nipped at her hipbones. His playfulness surprised a laugh from her. He shot her a wicked grin before dipping his head between her legs and licking her clit. He raised his head. “Tasty.”
She felt her cheeks grow warm. There was an honest, earthy air about both these men that made this feel natural, even if it was still slightly embarrassing. She might get used to it. Say in twenty years’ time. In the meantime, she’d have a heck of a lot of fun.
Radnor worked his fingers out of her ass, leaving her feeling empty. “It’s time.” Sednar thought it was a miracle his balls hadn’t burst or he hadn’t spilled his seed.
Roxanne was so naturally sexy. Every breath, every moan, every quiver of her body was as good as a stroke over his cock.
When she’d cupped the back of his head, her fingers sliding through his hair, he’d had to fight back tears, which was why he’d done something playful to make them both laugh. The feel of her lips as she’d kissed him, the taste of her cream as he’d licked her.
There was no way to describe how she made him feel.
Roxanne was everything. She was hope for the future. He could easily imagine her belly swollen with child. His cock jerked in agreement, fluid seeping from the slit. He was more than ready to claim her.