Tapestries 05 - Embroidered Fantasies (15 page)

She cried out, body shaking as she came. The wall at her back and Sednar in front of her were the only things keeping her from falling. Her inner muscles spasmed. Sednar removed his fingers and she cried out. It was too soon. She felt empty, still needing more.

“Let me fuck you.” Sednar surged to his feet in front of her. He swooped down and captured her lips in a torrid kiss, employing tongue and lips in a way that sent heat soaring through her. He tore his mouth from hers. “Let me fuck you.” 80

She felt empty inside. Her orgasm hadn’t alleviated the tension thrumming within her. She couldn’t talk, couldn’t answer. She nodded.

Sednar wasted no time. He spun her around so she was facing the wall. She slapped her hands on the stone for balance. Her skirts were flipped above her waist, baring her ass and her pussy. He pulled her back slightly so she was bent forward, hands still flat on the wall.

She heard the swish of cloth and knew he was undoing his pants. Then she felt the brush of his cock head against her cleft. The heat of his shaft seared her flesh as he worked the head into her swollen sheath. Her legs were quivering, her entire body vibrating. He paused for a brief second. She heard him take a deep breath. His hands were hard on her sides, his fingers gripping her hips as he slammed forward.

Roxanne cried out, her inner muscles clutching at his cock as he withdrew and drove in again, this time going deeper. He fucked her in short, hard stabs that filled her to the edge of pain but never pushed her over.

He slid his hand under her tunic and found her breasts. He captured them, squeezing and molding them, flicking his thumbs over the sensitive tips. Roxanne could feel another orgasm about to explode.

The taste of Roxanne lingered on his lips and mouth. The scent of her arousal surrounded him. He’d never be able to forget it. Didn’t want to forget it.

Sednar buried his cock over and over in her hot, wet cunt, loving the way her inner muscles sucked him deeper, surrounding him in her damp heat. Her sheath rippled around him, gripping his hard length. Her breasts filled his hands, the soft, full mounds growing larger as he caressed them.

She moaned, the sound like a prayer, a promise in his brain. She’d come once. He’d tasted her essence as she’d found release with the touch of his fingers and mouth. He wanted her to come with his cock ramming into her.

He knew Radnor had taken her in the barn. Had seen the satisfied expression on his brother’s face and Roxanne’s flushed skin. She’d looked like a woman who’d been tumbled in the stable and enjoyed it. Jealousy had speared through him. He wanted what his brother had—a woman who belonged to him. Not any woman. Roxanne.

He’d learned so much about her in the hours they’d spent together. It only made him want her more. Now Sednar had all the warmth and generosity that was Roxanne in his arms. Like Radnor, he’d purposely chosen a public place to have her for the first time. He wanted her to risk being discovered. It not only heightened arousal, but proved to him just how much she wanted him.

Her soft whimpers were driving him mad. He pumped his cock into her cunt. She was tight and each time he squeezed into her hot channel was like entering her for the first time.

Time was running out. This was day two. The tapestry would appear in little more than a day. He desperately wanted Roxanne to stay. The thought of losing her was untenable. She belonged here, where he and Radnor could protect and care for her.

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She didn’t belong in a world where a man wanted to hurt her. Sednar had seen too much of that in his lifetime and refused to allow Roxanne to be hurt further. But he might not have a choice. He almost roared at the obscene thought. She could choose to leave them. It was her right and he couldn’t stop her.

His job was to get her to want to stay.

His cock spasmed, jerking his attention back to Roxanne. He released one plump breast and let his hand slide down between her thighs. He found her clit and began to stroke.

Roxanne gave a sharp cry. Her cunt began to tighten around him as she came.

Sednar gave a muffled yell, driving his cock into her one more time. He came hard, filling her with his hot seed. Her tight channel milked him dry.

He slapped one hand against the wall to keep his balance. He was totally spent. A tiny sound made him jerk his head up. Radnor stood at the top of the stairs watching them, obviously aroused by what he’d just witnessed.

Sednar swallowed a low growl of displeasure and jerked his head, indicating that Radnor should leave. The last thing he wanted was for Roxanne to be embarrassed or upset.

Radnor inclined his head and faded back down the hall. Satisfied, he carefully withdrew from Roxanne, pulling her skirt down to cover her. She gave a low moan and shivered. He turned her and lifted her in his arms. She gave him a sleepy smile and closed her eyes.

Content in a way he’d never been before, he carried her the rest of the way up the stairs and into Radnor’s room, where she’d been staying. He wanted to take her to his room but knew she’d be more comfortable in familiar surroundings.

Radnor was standing in the shadows, staring into the empty hearth. His brother raised his head as he entered with his precious cargo. Sednar went straight to the bed and placed Roxanne in the center, tugging off her boots, before pulling a heavy fur over her. She snuggled down, not even opening her eyes.

Sednar went to the door and waited. Radnor walked silently to the bed and stared down at Roxanne. He turned on his heel and strode out of the room. Sednar closed the door carefully behind him.

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Roxanne came awake slowly. She was warm and fully dressed. She frowned. She slept in her pajamas, not in her clothing. Her eyes flickered open and she stared at her surroundings. It all came back to her in a rush.

She was in Javara at Craddock Keep. She’d toured the castle and grounds today with Sednar and Radnor, making love with both of them. No, she corrected herself, she’d had sex with them. They didn’t love her and she didn’t love them. She ignored the pang in the region of her heart. They couldn’t love her. They barely knew her. And the same went for her. Didn’t it?

The problem was neither man felt like a stranger. Maybe that was her way of justifying having sex with both of them. But it went deeper than that. Roxanne knew them in a way she’d never known her ex-husband. Fundamentally, at their very core, they were good, hardworking men who would do whatever it took to protect everyone under their care. And, for the moment, that included her.

They treated her with a care that wasn’t false. There was no fanfare, no “look what I’ve done”. She wasn’t even certain they were aware of what they were doing. It was an ingrained part of them. They always walked between her and what they perceived as any potential danger. They were constantly trying to feed her. They never lost patience with the questions she’d asked.

There was also no denying the physical attraction that smoldered between her and the two brothers. Roxanne thought she’d known what sexual attraction was until she’d met Radnor and Sednar. What she’d known was only a pale imitation of what they’d brought out in her. For the first time in her life, she felt like a sexual, powerful woman.

It was an odd, yet liberating sensation.

She sat up and winced. All the unusual activity had left parts of her slightly sore.

She was also sticky and sweaty. A bath was the first thing on the agenda. Throwing back the cover, she slid off the bed and stretched.

The door open and Radnor walked in carrying a tray. Sednar was right behind him, a second tray in his hands. Roxanne felt her cheeks get warm. It was harder than she thought to face both men at once. She’d had sex with both of them, for heaven’s sake.

She barely resisted crawling back in bed and pulling the covers over her head.

“You’re awake.” Radnor set the tray on the table and studied her. “You’re looking rested.”

“I am.” Her voice sounded slightly hoarse from sleep. It certainly wasn’t due to embarrassment, at least that’s what she tried to convince herself. It worked. Sort of.

Sighing, she padded toward the table. There was no point in her hiding now that they’d seen her.

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Sednar smiled as he straightened from the table. She studied the tray he’d brought in. It was filled with food, as was Radnor’s tray. A smile flitted at the corners of her mouth. “You’re always trying to feed me.” It touched her that they cared enough to bother.

Radnor frowned. “You don’t eat enough.” He studied her in a way that made her want to squirm. It was as though he could see what she was thinking. She was almost convinced of it a moment later when he added. “Do you want a bath first or food?”

“A bath,” she all but moaned. Soaking in a tub was more of a priority than food at this point.

Sednar strode to the door to the bathing chamber and opened it. “Your bath awaits.”

Roxanne was very aware of both men as she entered the smaller room. Her skin was hypersensitive. Her breasts and between her thighs throbbed with awareness.

Shaking off the sensual sensations, she walked toward the tub. Sure enough, it was filled with steaming water. She turned to the men, who were standing just inside the bathing chamber. Their mere presence made it shrink in size. “Thank you.” She waited for them to leave but neither of them made a motion to do so. “Umm, you can go now.”

One corner of Radnor’s mouth turned up in a wicked grin. “No, we can’t. We’re here to help you.”

She knew her jaw dropped. It took her a moment to gather her wits and close her mouth. “You can’t be serious,” she sputtered.

“Very serious,” Sednar told her as he went around the room gathering a washcloth and towel.

“It’s as we told you when you first arrived. We must take you separately and together so you might learn which of us fulfills your needs better. You’ve had both of us separately.” Radnor’s gaze heated as he continued. “Now we will tend to your needs and both pleasure you at once.”

Roxanne’s knees went weak and she slowly lowered herself onto a wooden stool.

Radnor frowned and started toward her. She held up her hand, stopping him in his tracks. “This is crazy.” She’d already pushed way past her comfort zone today. She wasn’t certain she could handle more.

Sednar strode to her side and went down on one knee beside her. It reminded her too much of earlier today and brought a flush to her cheeks. “It is up to you. All we want to do is bathe you and pleasure you. Then we will feed you. What happens after that…” He shrugged.

“It is always your choice, Roxanne.” Radnor crossed his arms over his chest, emphasizing the breadth of his chest and the massive size of his biceps. As always, both men looked as sexy as all get out, dressed in leather pants, vests and wide wrist and armbands.

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“Don’t you ever get cold?” she blurted out.

Radnor frowned and Sednar laughed. It was Sednar who answered her question.

“We wear shirts or tunics and heavier clothing in the cold season, but it is still warm.” He shrugged. “There is no need for anything more.”

“Enough.” Radnor dropped his arms back by his side. “Your bath is getting cold and I do not want you to take a chill.” He walked over until he was standing in front of her. He reached down, gently pulled her to her feet and began to tug off her tunic.

Seeing no help for it, Roxanne raised her arms over her head. The back of Radnor’s hand brushed her nipple as he helped her undress. She didn’t think it was an accident.

But accident or not, her nipple responded by puckering into a tight nub.

Sednar went to work on her skirt and, before she could blink, she was naked. She quickly climbed into the wooden tub, letting the hot water surround her. It was a good-sized tub, but it wasn’t large enough for her to stretch out all the way. Her legs were slightly bent as she leaned against the rim.

Sednar sat near her feet, Radnor near her head. Sednar reached for a bar of soap, lathering it in his hands before passing it off to his brother. Radnor worked the soap until his fingers were covered in a froth of white.

Roxanne watched, entranced by the contrast of their strong hands covered in fragile bubbles. Mostly, she couldn’t begin to think about what was going to happen next. She didn’t need to worry about her bath getting cold. She was giving off more than enough heat to start the water boiling.

Her breasts bobbed just above the waterline, which lapped at her tight nipples.

Radnor and Sednar moved as one, leaning over the tub. Then they began to bathe her.

Radnor licked his lips as one tight pink nipple dipped beneath the water before bobbing up again. He wanted to protest as Roxanne bent her legs slightly to shield her mound from view. After everything they’d done, she was still as shy and skittish as a woodland creature.

His cock was at full attention, straining against his pants, but he ignored the discomfort. This moment was about Roxanne. Like a fractious mare, he planned to gentle her with his hands, get her used to his touch. He hid a grin. He didn’t think she’d appreciate being compared to one of his horses.

Whether she realized it or not, today had been about saturating her senses with them, with their home. They wanted her to feel a part of Craddock Keep. His gut tightened as he remembered all the dark looks and comments that had been sent her way as she’d toured their home. He’d wanted to shake more than one person today. It was as if they wanted Roxanne—a tapestry bride—to leave. Perhaps he should be proud of his people instead. They braved his and Sednar’s displeasure to protect her from what they considered a fate worse than death—being with him or Sednar, the despised Craddock brothers.

That thought left a bad taste in his mouth. All these years of working and struggling and the people of the keep thought no better of them, treated them like they 85

were their older brothers. What they’d failed to stop and realize was that if any of them had dared to voice a disagreement today, Leon would have slain them where they stood.

Radnor pushed aside his dour thoughts. Roxanne was wet and naked and waiting for him to bathe her. Sednar had already reached for one slender ankle and was working his way up to her knee, leaving a trail of soap behind him.