She was almost certain it had to be.
Then she couldn’t think at all when Abrah tongued her clit, pushing the nerve endings into overdrive. She called his name and gripped his shoulders, anchoring herself in the sensual storm.
He licked and sucked her folds, returning again and again to her clit to tease and arouse her. “Abrah.” She didn’t know what else to say, didn’t know how to ask for what she wanted.
“Are you ready for me?” He pushed one thick finger into her narrow channel, past constricting muscles.
“Yesss.” She was so ready. More than ready. She’d never been so ready.
“I am not certain you are.” He pushed a second finger into her pussy, stretching her to the limits.
“Aaahhh.” Words were beyond her. Rational thought, impossible. She was a sensual creature, lost in the wondrous sensations rocketing through her. She licked her lips and undulated her hips, trying to get him to stroke the exact right spot.
Abrah raised his head and gave her a wicked smile. The man was sex personified with his rugged good looks and knowing touch. He pressed his tongue against her clit and pulled his fingers almost all the way out of her hot cunt, curling them inward as he did so. He hit her sweet spot and she cried out.
Spasms of pleasure shot through her. Wet heat flowed from her core. “Mmm,” she murmured, feeling so good it should be illegal.
Abrah crawled up her body, anchored his thick arms beneath her thighs, lifted her hips and drove his cock into her in one smooth stroke.
She cried out as her body struggled to accommodate his impressive girth and length. Her inner muscles fluttered over and around his cock, making space for it inside her. She was stretched to the limits, the sensation bordering on painful but not quite reaching it. The way he was holding her made it impossible for her to limit how deep he went. Abrah was in control.
His long hair hung around his shoulders and down his back. His chest was slick with sweat, his muscles taut and delineated in the light from the hearth. He looked primitive and pagan and she wanted him.
His green-eyed gaze never left her face as he withdrew almost all the way and then pressed back in again. Her pussy fluttered and stretched. This time there was no pain. It felt incredibly good.
She arched her back, wanting all of him.
He smiled and it changed his features completely. Gone was the austere man and in his place was a younger-looking lover. Her sheath rippled around his cock and his smile disappeared, replaced by a look of steely determination.
His fingers dug into her hips, holding her in place as he started to fuck her. His strokes got faster and faster with each one he took. She couldn’t get a good hold on his shoulders so she gripped the bedclothes, fisting her fingers in it.
Her breasts ached for his touch, her nipples hard buds of desire. But there was no time. This was a primitive claiming. Abrah buried his cock in her pussy again and again. She felt the familiar building of heat. Her inner muscles quivered. She was close.
Abrah shifted, put one hand on her bottom and tilted her pelvis upward for maximum penetration. He slid the other one between their joined bodies and touched her clit with his finger.
Audrey came undone. “Abrah.” She thought she yelled his name but it was probably only a whisper. She couldn’t get enough breath in her body to scream. Her body shattered into a million pieces.
She felt his cock hammering into her, the slap of his balls against her ass. Then he was yelling, his head thrown back, his torso rigid. The hot flood of his release filled her and sent her into another flurry of spasms. Then he collapsed on top of her.
She gripped his slick shoulders and tried to catch her breath. She felt incredibly good, not ill at all. Maybe Abrah was just what the doctor ordered. A no-strings affair with a hot guy was just what she needed to relax her and get her mind off work.
He pushed up onto his hands, the motion driving his still-hard cock deeper into her core. She groaned and gripped his massive biceps, loving the hard feel of them beneath her palms.
“That was…” She licked her lips and tried again. “That was incredible.”
“It was.” He dropped a kiss onto the tip of her nose and rolled off her. She felt strangely bereft without him there and turned onto her side, pulling her legs up toward her chest. She could feel him withdrawing from her. Not physically. He was lying right next to her after all, but mentally, emotionally. She didn’t like it even though it was exactly what she wanted—hot sex with no messy ties.
She didn’t know what to say. The awkward moment was broken by a knock on the door. Before she could yank the blankets over her the door opened and Heroc walked in carrying a large tray with food and drink.
Audrey scrambled for the blankets, pulling one of them up to her chin. How embarrassing was this? She’d been caught red-handed in bed with his brother.
Heroc smiled and set the tray on the table. “Come and have something to eat.”
She was totally at a loss for words at his nonchalance. She was in bed with his brother. Didn’t he care? He’d had his hands all over her last night too.
Abrah rolled from the bed, not bothering to cover his nakedness. She couldn’t help but admire the taut muscles of his first-class butt or the thick furrow of muscles in his back as he raised his arms and stretched.
“Did you bring enough for all of us?”
Heroc nodded at his brother. “Of course.”
Abrah padded into the bathing chamber, disappearing from sight and leaving her to deal with Heroc on her own.
“Well this is embarrassing.” She could feel her cheeks getting warm. She might be a modern, independent woman but this situation was far outside her experience.
“Why?” Heroc walked to the bed, his gait fluid and silent for such a large man. Both men moved like that, reminding her of a big cat on the hunt. “You are a beautiful woman. How could Abrah not want you?”
He shocked her totally by dropping a warm kiss on her lips. Her mouth fell open and he swooped in to deepen the embrace, teasing her with his tongue. Her skin began to tingle and her pussy muscles clenched. What was she? Some kind of slut? She’d just had sex with his brother.
Audrey pulled back, totally shaken by her reaction.
Heroc frowned. “What is wrong? Are you sore? Was Abrah too rough?” He looked as though he would hit his brother if he thought that was true.
“No! No. He wasn’t rough at all. It’s not that.” She didn’t want to be the cause of a misunderstanding and possible violence between the two men.
He sat on the side of the bed next to her and picked up her hand. “Then what is it? Surely Abrah explained to you about our world.” Heroc brought her fingers to his lips and pressed a kiss against her knuckles.
What had he told her? Both brothers would compete sexually for her favors. She hadn’t really believed him. She opened her mouth to speak and shut it again. What could she say? She didn’t understand these men or their world.
“It does not matter what I told her.” Abrah stepped out from the bathing chamber. He sauntered over to the side of the bed and picked up his pants, pulling them on. “She is going home as soon as the tapestry arrives.”
It felt like an accusation of the worst kind and a sliver of guilt pierced her. But why should it? She hadn’t asked to be brought here. “I have a life,” she began.
Abrah ignored her as he yanked on his boots and tunic. The warmth from their time together dissipated quickly, leaving her feeling cheap and easy.
“Tell me about it.” Heroc put his arm around her shoulder, pulling her against his side.
“What is the point of talking?” Abrah lifted a four-foot sword from the wall. And how had she missed seeing that? He swung the blade easily in his hand, cutting it through the air several times. “She is leaving. Fuck her while you have the chance.” With that, he turned and strode from the room, leaving her alone with Heroc.