Bakra Bride (13 page)

Jane relaxed slightly as soon as Zaren’s lips touched hers. Deep in her heart, she knew that she’d been waiting for him. Yes, she felt an emotional connection to Bador, but there was something about Zaren that drew her to him in a deep elemental way that she could not explain.

Her tight nipples stabbed at his chest as she squirmed to get even closer to him. His erection strained through his leather pants and pushed against her soft belly. He tangled his fingers in her hair as he sealed their mouths together. Angling her head so he could thrust his tongue deeper, he continued to plunder her mouth, tongue and lips.

The bed covers rustled as Bador knelt behind her and began to kiss the long curve of her spine. He started at the nape of her neck and continued down until his lips touched the top of the cleft of her behind. Then he started back up again, leaving no part of her untouched.

With Bador behind her and Zaren in front of her, she felt surrounded by them. Two strong warriors, their desire for her abundantly evident with their erections pressing into her on both sides. They were both heavily muscled and so much larger than she was. She should have been afraid.

Instead, desire surged through her. She wanted them. Wanted this to happen. She knew what was coming and her body responded. Her breasts tightened and she could feel a trickle of moisture trailing down the inside of her thigh as her pussy softened and moistened in anticipation of penetration. Tonight she would take the both of them.

Zaren broke their kiss and lowered his forehead to hers. She sensed him struggling for control. Sifting her fingers through his long blond hair, she pushed it away from his face as she pulled back slightly so she could see him. She stared into his pale blue eyes, looking, but not quite sure what she was hoping to find there. But they gave away none of his emotions.

This was not an easy decision for her to make and she wanted to be sure they understood just how much they both meant to her, for her to be able to consider taking them both at once.

She opened her mouth to speak, trying to find the words, but closed it again, unable to put her feelings into words. “If you’re not ready yet, it’s all right.” Bador whispered in her ear as he rimmed the outer edge with his tongue.

Always it was Bador who seemed to understand her emotions. She wished Zaren would say something. Anything. But he just stood stoically by the bed, waiting for her decision.

There was no going back. Something like this would change her forever. But then, she was already changed. She was not the same woman she was a few days before. Now things that seemed beyond the realm of possibility were reality.

Shifting sideways, she looked from one brother to the other. Reaching out, she placed a hand in the middle of each of their chests. The pounding rhythm of their hearts matched her own. Taking a deep breath, she nodded. Then she lowered her hands and grasped one of Zaren’s hands and one of Bador’s in a firm grip, and placed them over her breasts, holding them to her.

Zaren sucked in a deep breath and raised her hand to his lips and kissed each of her fingers in turn before releasing her. Sitting on the side of the bed, he yanked off his boots one at a time, dropping them to the floor. Standing, he shucked his pants and climbed onto the bed.

Bador shifted her out of the way as Zaren stretched out in the center of the bed and opened his arms to her. With Bador’s help, she straddled Zaren’s stomach. Her knees didn’t touch the bed as her sex was spread wide across his abdomen. She squirmed to try and get comfortable, the action pushing her swollen clit against his hard muscles. Her fingers dug into his side as she bit back a moan.

Zaren’s hands were large and the pads of his fingers were rough. But his touch was incredibly gentle as he cupped both her breasts and circled her nipples with his thumbs. As if an invisible thread connected her breasts and pussy, she felt that caress deep in her core. Her juices flowed freely, coating his stomach beneath her.

Bador climbed off the bed but was back before she could wonder where he was gone. He settled behind her and stroked the globes of her behind. “Lean forward, Jane.” She didn’t hesitate but bent down towards Zaren.

The finger gently probing the opening of her ass made her jump slightly. The intrusion was unfamiliar and disconcerting at first. “Relax. It will feel so good.” Jane did her best to do just that as the finger pushed deeper. She was surprised by how easily it slipped inside. Bador seemed to have coated his finger with some slick cream or jelly-like substance.

His teeth nipped at the nape of her neck sending chills down her spine. “The herbal mixture on my fingers and cock will help ease the pain for penetration. But more than that, it will make all the sensitive tissues of your ass, and even pussy, more receptive to sensation as it is absorbed into your body. It will make you hotter. Bring you even more pleasure.”

Withdrawing his finger, he rimmed the tight muscles around the opening before pushing in again. This time she hissed and arched at the slightly painful intrusion. Two thick fingers stretched her past pleasure and into the realm of pleasurable pain. As he continued to ease his fingers in and out of her tight channel, the pain began to subside. An unfamiliar sensation made her want to move against his fingers. Her ass and pussy seemed to be getting warmer and more responsive with each stroke.

Zaren pinched her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, drawing a moan from her. Even with Bador’s fingers inside her, she felt empty and needy. She wanted both their cocks inside her, filling her, pumping in and out of her body until she screamed with pleasure.

Her head rolled forward on her shoulders, almost too heavy for her neck to support any longer. She cried out when Zaren slid one of his hands down her torso and worked it between their bodies until he was touching her clit. Her pussy and ass felt like they were on fire. She wanted them both. Now.

“Fuck me,” she hissed between her clenched teeth. “Now. I need you both now.”

As if her permission had been all they were waiting for, Bador slipped his fingers from her body and all but lifted her off his brother’s stomach. Zaren guided his swollen cock to her opening and plunged deep as Bador lowered her. Zaren pulled her down onto his chest, reached behind her and grabbed her ass in his hands. Spreading the cheeks of her behind wide, he held her still as Bador inserted the tip of his cock just inside the tight opening.

Jane sucked in a breath in anticipation of the pain, but it wasn’t as bad as she feared as Bador slowly but steadily pushed his cock as far as he could. The herbal salve was definitely making the penetration easier. Her pussy and ass were both pulsing with a need that was almost painful. She was surprised that she hadn’t already come, she was so primed.

Zaren gripped her hips and Bador wrapped his fingers around her waist as they rocked her slowly against them. With each motion, Bador’s erection sank a bit deeper. She did her best to relax, but it was hard. Her body was screaming for release.

“Harder,” she moaned. “I can’t wait. Please.”

“Fuck yes.”

She didn’t know which of them had spoken and didn’t care. In perfect rhythm they moved her over their swollen cocks. She felt so full it bordered on pain, but the pleasure—the pleasure was beyond explanation. Her clit brushed against Zaren with every stroke as they filled her over and over again.

Finally, her body could take it no longer. Screaming, she came. Her body exploded and spasms shook her as they continued to thrust. Bador came first. She felt him stiffen behind her, felt his cock pulse and then the spurt of hot liquid that signaled his release.

“Jane.” Zaren captured her attention as she stared almost blindly into his eyes. His face was tight and his eyes smoldered. “Look at me,” he commanded as he drove deep and came. Her inner muscles clamped down hard on his cock as he came. She wouldn’t have thought it possible, but his release set off another round of contractions within her.

Collapsing onto his chest, she shivered and shook as she came again. Burying her face against him, she gasped for breath, unable to get enough air into her lungs. Totally overwhelmed and shattered by the experience, she began to cry.

She felt Bador withdraw from her and then Zaren lifted her off him. A sob broke from her chest at the loss of intimate contact and her body contracted around them both, desperately trying to keep them inside her.

“Shhh, everything will be all right.” She didn’t believe Zaren. Didn’t know how she could make sense out of any of this, but right now she didn’t care. All she wanted at this moment was comfort.

And they willingly provided it. Zaren tucked her into the crook of his arm so that her head was pillowed on his chest. Bador scooted in behind her so that his front covered her back and wrapped his hand around her hip. Once again, her warriors surrounded her, but this time she felt cosseted and protected as they petted her gently and whispered reassurances.

“Poor Jane,” Bador stroked her arm. “The last two days have been exhausting for you. We haven’t taken care of you very well. We’ve pushed too hard. Wanted too much.” She felt his lips on her back. “Forgive us.”

She nodded, unable to speak. Zaren said nothing, but his arms tightened around her. His fingers sifted though her hair and his lips occasionally brushed the top of her head. She accepted his silent comfort, even as Bador’s words soothed her. She wasn’t normally this emotional, but the past two days had indeed been mentally and physically draining.

If the legend was to be believed, then tomorrow might be her last day here. It was time to take charge of the situation and learn as much as she could about this place before she had to make a decision that would affect the outcome of the rest of her life.

Her tears dried up until only the occasional hiccup could be heard in the quiet of the room. Used to the sounds of traffic and city life, Jane was lulled by the almost silent sounds of both men breathing and the crackle of the fire. Comforted and held securely in their arms, she drifted off to sleep.

Jane hurried down the stairs to the main floor of the castle, determination in every step. If she was even going to contemplate living here, she needed to know more about Bakra Castle. Olena had been a font of information, but there was nothing like observing something first hand, especially with so much at stake.

Stopping at the bottom of the stairs she looked around with interest. There was a handful of people in the great hall, all of them women. They chatted as they cleared tables and swept the floor.

Jane’s stomach growled, reminding her that she’d missed breakfast. The sun had already been high in the sky when she’d awakened alone in the big bed. The sheets beside her were cool, telling her that both men had been gone for some time.

It would have been wonderful to wake up next to Bador and Zaren, but then again, she wasn’t sure she was ready to face them after last night. Thoughtfully, they’d left her to sleep. She couldn’t put off the meeting indefinitely, but she felt the need to fortify her emotional defenses and put herself back on an even keel first.

She’d put the time alone to good use. Someone had filled the tub with hot water yet again, so she’d taken advantage of it, soaking her still-aching body. After last night’s activities, she had even more aches and in places she hadn’t even known she could have them.

Clothing choices were limited, so she pulled on her wrinkled pajama bottoms that she’d washed after her bath the night before. Thankfully, someone had left her another tunic to wear as Zaren had torn the other one beyond repair. The soft brown leather boots completed her ensemble.

Her cheeks heated as images of last night’s lovemaking flashed in her mind and she fanned her face with her hands to try and cool them. She’d almost hidden in her room all day, but in the end, hunger and pride had prevented it.

An older woman who looked to be around the same age as Olena finally noticed her hovering in the entranceway, so Jane straightened her shoulders and strode purposefully across the room. “Good morning.” She stopped and extended her hand to the woman. “I’m Jane.”

The older woman laughed and it was such a pleasant sound Jane found herself smiling back. “I know who you are. Everyone knows who you are.” Jane’s hand was caught in a firm grip and squeezed tight. “But you don’t know any of us yet. I’m Sarena and welcome to Bakra Castle.”

“Thank you.” Jane’s stomach chose that moment to growl again.

Sarena laughed again. Wrapping her arm around Jane’s waist, she herded her towards a door at the far end of the room. “Come with me and we’ll get you something to eat. It’s halfway between breakfast and the midday meal, but I’m sure we can scrounge something for you in the kitchen.”

Hunger overrode everything else at the moment. Once she was fed, she could start her explorations. Besides, she sensed that Sarena was a font of information just waiting to be tapped. And she was incredibly efficient too. Before Jane realized what was happening, Sarena had her seated at the end of a worktable in the large kitchen with a plate mounded with bread, cheese and fresh fruit in front of her. She kept up a running commentary of chatter as she poured two goblets of cider and settled herself in the chair beside Jane.

Jane nibbled at the fruit and cheese, enjoying the fresh taste of both. Her appetite had certainly returned since she arrived here. Sipping the cool, sweet cider, she broke off a piece of the thick wheat bread and popped it in her mouth, chewing it slowly to savor the flavor.

“Now. I imagine you have some questions.” It was then that Jane understood that Sarena’s chatter was the other woman’s way of putting her at ease. And it had worked. Jane felt incredibly comfortable around the other woman.

Taking another sip of cider to wash down the bread, she twisted in her chair until she was facing the other woman. “Tell me about the castle.”

“Well, the lords of Bakra Castle have always been good and fair. Zaren is a harder man than his father was.” Pausing, she pursed her lips thoughtfully. “But he had responsibility thrust upon him when he was barely sixteen. The chore of running the castle fell on his shoulders. Granted, his mother helped, but the twins were a handful, still more boys than young men. Bador was a great help, but at the end of the day, as the eldest son, the responsibility belonged to Zaren.”