Brown, Berengaria - Shared Possession [Possessive Passions 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Online Free PDF Page B

Besides, this was a marriage ceremony even though it was not like any other wedding she’d attended.
    Chevaunne pulled herself together and listened to what the monk was saying. They were all to be equal partners in the relationship. Well, that certainly sounded fair. They were to respect each other and love each other. Easy enough to do with three such deliciously well-built and handsome men who had shown her nothing but courtesy—even if they had handcuffed her and carried her away from her home.
    “Jigme,” said Father Yeshe.
    Jim stepped in front of her, took her left arm, and slid a heavy gold bracelet over her wrist. “All that we own, or ever will own, is yours,” Jim said and kissed her gently on the lips.
    The monk nodded to Sam who stepped in front of her, held her left palm up, and placed in it a perfect, ripe pomegranate. “We will always care for you and provide for you. This is our solemn promise.” Sam kissed her forehead, a light, butterfly-soft touching of his lips to her skin.
    Next, Paul moved in front of her and placed a rosebud in her right hand, then turned her hand over and kissed her wrist. “We will love, honor, and cherish you, all the days of our lives,” he said.
    Anh handed the three men each a small sheaf of rice and Chevaunne a stick of incense, taking the rosebud and pomegranate in its place. Chevaunne guessed she’d also been the one who had given the men the gifts at the relevant time from a woven textile bag she carried over one shoulder.
    Father Yeshe lit a large, pure white candle and nodded to them all. The four of them stepped forward. Chevaunne understood she was to light the incense stick, which she did. The men then led her to an altar, and they placed their rice on it. Chevaunne laid the burning incense stick there, too, and then the three men surrounded her and each kissed her again on the mouth. Nothing erotic, but a proper kiss. She matched her response level to theirs.
    Then the men turned her to face the crowd. The people clapped wildly, and a group of children ran to the front of the courtyard. They stood in two rows and performed a solemn dance with a lot of hand movements, making patterns with their arms and forming squares, triangles, and circles in little groups of maybe half a dozen children as part of their dance. It was an intricate, detailed dance and beautiful to watch. Three older men provided the music. One played a series of wooden pipes, which he blew into. The other two had stringed instruments rather like a lute or banjo. The music was achingly beautiful, evoking another land and another time.
    After the children finished their dance, a team of young men brought long wooden tables out from a storeroom in a corner of the courtyard Chevaunne hadn’t noticed. More young men brought out folding chairs, and soon everyone was sitting in long rows while a line of young women brought in platters of fruit, pastries, and vegetable snacks.
    Chevaunne was served first, then Jim, Sam, Paul, Father Yeshe, and the seniors. After that, the trays were placed on the tables and the men from the community served their wives and children.
    Soon, it could have been a party anywhere with children running around playing, women sitting in groups talking, proud fathers carrying babies and toddlers on their shoulders, and young men slouching off to one side, kicking a ball around and eyeing the young women who pranced and flirted just out of their reach.
    Many people came up to Chevaunne, introduced themselves, and welcomed her to New Thimphu. She tried to remember names and to connect the families together but knew she would have forgotten half of them by tomorrow. From the sidelong looks some of the young women gave Jim, Sam, and Paul, Chevaunne guessed they would have liked to be in her place. Once again, she was stunned by the fact that these men had come into her life and totally changed it inside twenty-four hours. It still seemed like a dream.
    Just looking at her men