36. Fragments of Bliss

36

Fragments of Bliss

FLOR

T ime to conjure my inner sex kitten, I thought as the door behind me shut, both males inside the cabin with me.

For a long moment, they held still, watching me, waiting for me to decide what happened next. I held even more still, except for my nipples. Those little hussies were growing rock hard in anticipation.

I almost couldn't believe this was me. Only a few months before, I'd scrubbed my skin raw whenever a male touched me, even inadvertently. I would have bet cash dollars that I'd never desire a man, let alone two.

And two at one time? Even if Glen just made popcorn and watched the show, this was way more perverted than anything I'd ever fantasized might happen. My wolf snorted and assured me there was a lot more where this fantasy came from.

I shushed her, took a breath, then let it out as I turned to face the men. Brand was smiling quietly, as he turned to slide the bolt in the door, while Glen crossed the room to light the fire in front of the implausibly large bearskin rug.

Once he'd stoked the fire, I turned away from him and toward my mate, who was leaning against the wall. "Well, Brand, are you going to make me wait forever to—how did Margarette put it? Honor the moon? " I let the blanket fall to the floor, standing there naked. Hoping I looked confident.

With no wind or rain, and the small fire, it was warm enough to be naked in the small cabin, but my flesh prickled as two sets of hot eyes raked my body. I turned to take in the cabin—and give both of them the whole view—pretending I wasn't flushed with anticipation and close to flinging myself at one of them. Or both.

The cabin was one room, with a half-open door that led to a small bathroom, where I could see a clawfoot tub. There was a bed against one wall of the main cabin, and a small kitchen, but the soft rug in front of the fireplace called to me. I prowled over to it, sliding down to sit on the plush fur with a low hum. "So soft."

I wasn't certain where the sexpot I was acting like had come from, and I could tell the males inside the cozy cabin were as shocked as I was.

"I'm not soft," Brand teased. "And pretty sure Glen's never been harder."

"Ah, Flor…" Glen was practically breaking into a sweat as he tried to find words. "Did you mean… Should I go—I can leave. I didn't expect—" He stuttered to a stop.

When I forced myself to face the truth, I knew he was my mate, that somehow they all were. I wasn't sure how it could be, or if I even wanted them all. But they were mine.

"Definitely not the brightest of my suitors," I sighed, not letting myself think of Finnick or Luke.

Or Grigor.

I turned my head to Brand. "Would you like Glen to stand guard outside, Bearman?"

Brand's eyes hardened slightly. "That would serve him right, wouldn't it? After he watched you at the creek, without your permission. He shouldn't be allowed to see you, or touch you."

Glen sputtered out a curse, then sank to his knees on the very edge of the wide rug. "Whatever you want, princess. But please let me stay."

I felt Brand's acceptance in our bond before I gave a short nod.

"Thank you," Glen whispered, though I was already distracted. Brand was stalking toward me, his swollen length slapping against one thigh. I swallowed hard. If I hadn't already fit that thing inside me, I wouldn't have believed it was possible.

He stopped in front of me, lifting his hands to touch me gently, then dropping to his knees to trace my cheekbones and jawline, the curve of my neck to my shoulders, and down to my breasts. He outlined the silvered scar over my heart with his thumb, feeling the slight change in the skin there, starting from the center point and moving out along each of the five jagged lines, slowly. Intentionally.

"I don't know how I got it," I admitted. "I've had it forever."

He held out one bare arm, showing the slight silver scars that remained on his body where he'd been bound with the magical net. They had the same odd shimmer that my scar had, though his were very light compared to mine.

"A question for tomorrow," he said, then gently lowered me to the floor until my back was on the rug. He kissed me gently, thoroughly, his hands moving over my hair.

Glen's voice was soft, almost reverent as he watched Brand begin to make love to me. "She's so beautiful, isn't she, brother? So responsive. Look at how she shivers when you stroke her nipples. Have you tasted them yet?"

Brand growled in response, taking one of the taut buds between his lips. I arched my back as sparks of pleasure shot to my center. His teeth scraped across the other tight peak, and I cried out, my core going damp.

"Oh, she likes that."

Brand grumbled, "She'd like them both, wouldn't you, little flower? Both of these nipples being played with at the same—" I was already nodding my head, my cheeks flaming. Brand grunted something that must have been an assent, because Glen quickly moved over, resting on his side on one elbow, and wrapped his fingers around the other breast. Then they lowered their heads at the same moment, swirling their tongues around the sensitive flesh.

I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming. How could this feel so forbidden, and so perfectly right?

Brand used his tongue more delicately, and was far more careful with his teeth, while Glen devoured my other nipple until it ached. My breasts were small, but apparently, that hadn't made them any less sensitive. The combination of pleasure tipped with a hint of pain made me tremble from head to toe.

Could a woman have an orgasm from just this? The almost painful swirling feeling in my abdomen had me wondering that out loud.

"She's close," Glen murmured.

"I want to feel you come on my cock, little flower," Brand growled. Glen moved away as Brand rose above me, balancing his massive torso over mine on his burly, muscular arms. He reached down, coating the head of his cock in the wetness that slicked my inner thighs, and pressed forward an inch, then two, his hand guiding it slowly inside me.

I hissed as the pressure grew too intense. His cock was so thick that even though we'd had sex before, my body wasn't really prepared. Brand flinched, cursing softly, then began to withdraw.

Damnit. If he pulled out now, I wasn't sure I could keep from throwing a fit. I'd been waiting for this ever since he'd claimed me in the training ring.

"Wait," Glen and I said at the same time. Glen's eyes met mine, and he lifted an eyebrow. "Flor, can I help you? Can I touch you while Brand works his way into you?"

My wolf howled a yes , and Brand's concerned expression shifted instantly to one of dark amusement, but he waited for me to answer out loud. "Please."

Glen was still fully dressed, which somehow made what he did feel even more illicit. He stuck two fingers in his mouth, then moved them to the top of my mound, circling my clit with firm, even movements. His eyes never strayed from my face as the sensations began to build, and I knew he was paying attention to everything I liked. How fast or slow, how much pressure, or how little.

And he talked while he touched me. "You're so slick, princess, so hot and perfect. I could do this all day, all night. Touch you and make you come, worship this body the way I was born to. Brand, can you feel her getting even wetter? I bet she's pulsing around your cock already. Push into her, a little more; she's opening for you."

Brand's cock almost felt like it expanded as he pressed into me, and I groaned, but with pure bliss. The stretch was just on this side of painful, my mind blurring all the sensations—Brand inside me, thrusting gently, slowly, while Glen tortured my body with too-gentle caresses and kisses until I came, writhing and begging.

"Fuck me harder, Brand, please! "

When Brand slid his entire length inside me and began a rhythm, Glen moved away. But the feeling of his gaze on us as Brand moved inside me, the longing that was so thick I could taste it, was what had me coming again a moment later. The cabin filled with my cries, and the scent of our lovemaking. Brand hadn't reached his climax yet, but he was moving slowly, gentling me down from the peak.

"So beautiful," Glen whispered.

" Mine, " Brand's wolf replied, his tone filled with dominance. Glen's lip curled slightly.

I interrupted the beginnings of their posturing. "Wrong. You're mine."

"I am?" Glen asked, his voice raw. I didn't know what to say, so I let my inner sex kitten answer for me.

"You have to be too warm in those clothes. Take them off."

Brand pressed a kiss to the corner of my mouth, then moved to nibble my neck, distracting me, but from the corner of my eye, I saw Glen moving slowly, sliding his clothing off.

Breaking the kiss, I turned my head and watched as he uncovered his muscular body. The dim light sifting through the windows illuminated him just enough to see the definition on his chest and lower, and then?—

"Wow." I licked my lips, my throat suddenly dry.

Glen had the most perfect dick. It wasn't as big as Brand's, but it was just… pretty. Smooth and curved, and for some reason, it made my mouth water.

I wanted to lick it, taste it, more than anything. "Come closer."

Brand pulled out of me, and for a moment, I wondered if I'd hurt his feelings. But his eyes were pools of molten fire as he lifted me up and turned me so that my knees were on the rug, positioning me so I was facing Glen. "Look at my perfect queen, brother," he growled, wrapping one arm around my front, gripping one of my small breasts with a massive hand.

I wrapped my arms around his, widening my stance, though he had to lift me off the rug somewhat to make this position work. He was so much bigger than me, he had to spread his own legs wide to fit us together. He set the tip of his cock at my entrance again, teasing me. Teasing Glen.

"So small, but made to fit with me."

"With us," Glen whispered.

Brand merely growled in response. At last, he lowered me down slowly, as if he was showing off his control, his strength. His claim.

Glen's jaw had dropped as he watched Brand take me from behind, but it opened even wider when Brand said roughly, "My queen said to come closer. Don't make her wait. Kiss her, hold her, while I fill her full of my cock."

"With pleasure, brother." Glen crawled to kneel in front of me, then waited there, touching only my face, tracing his fingertips over my flushed cheeks."I don't deserve you," he whispered.

I gasped as Brand moved suddenly upward."None of us do, brother. None of us do. Now kiss our mate while I honor her."

I gasped as I felt his total acceptance of Glen in our bond. Acceptance, and what had to be love.

Did I love him?

The answer was immediate. Of course I did. His fierce protectiveness, his gentleness and devotion made it impossible to do anything else.

He'd waited for me to be ready for him. He would have waited forever, I knew.

He was my rock, my mountain of a mate, the solid foundation I could build the rest of my life on. I never wanted to be apart from him.

"I love you, Brand," I murmured, though I was staring into Glen's face.

His blue eyes gleamed with understanding and joy. We didn't share a mate bond, but I could see in his eyes everything he felt. He was almost glowing with a deep joy for his brother, and me.

We don't have a mate bond with him… yet , my wolf purred.

Yet , I agreed.

As Brand lowered me to the rug, then kneeled over me, Glen backed up slightly. I was on all fours, so he could only trace the lines of my face. Glen smiled with wonder, cupping my face like I was some kind of treasure.

Brand let out a fierce growl and pressed his teeth close to my mating mark. I couldn't see his face, but I could feel his response. I'd never experienced anything like the upwelling of gratitude, and what might have been peace, that emanated from him. "Don't deserve it," he murmured at last. "But I'll spend my life trying to."

"I love you," I repeated, wondering at the emotions that shone in Glen's deep blue eyes. I was telling another male I loved him, but Glen's response was only joy.

Well, perhaps a little jealousy, too. But there was no mistaking the happiness he felt for Brand and me.

Huh. Maybe this could work after all. Maybe Glen would turn out to be a perfect mate as well. Was it possible that the Moon Goddess had known what She was doing when She gave me more mates than any one woman could handle?

My thoughts scattered as Brand surged into me, and I pushed back into his strong embrace, as Glen watched me dissolve into a thousand splintered fragments of bliss.