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Author: Tania Beaton
faith and all will be well. Better than well.” He looked at me seriously. “We have a need, my brothers and I,” his hand swept to indicate the other two triplets. “We need a woman.”
I shuddered. Fear, uncertainty, apprehension and, I can’t deny it, an outrageous charge of thrill shook me to my core. “We need a woman to be our mate. We are in desperate need of an heir.”
His eyes were serious as he watched me. Serious, but still adorable. And they reminded me very much of the eyes of the other two brothers. The brothers who watched me just as intently as Crane did.
He said, “Should I go on?”
I looked from Crane to each of the brothers. Their eyes all held the same look of eager anticipation. I couldn’t speak. I nodded, once.
“To breed we will need to give you our…” his lips were tight as he paused, “our seed.” His lips pursed. “For the best chance of success, we will all need to give you our seed.”
I gulped.
His voice was very low, “Twice.”
My eyes and my mouth must have popped wide.
“The second expression is always the most fertile, and that is what we must give to impregnate you.”
He let me think about it for a moment. Really, I didn’t know what to think. I should leave, right now. I should run. Or swim. I should get as far away from these three mad, gorgeous lunatic brothers.
“Will you agree?” His voice caught and his eyebrows arched together. Derrick and Hawser shuffled on the carpet. I remained still. And I nodded, once. All three of their faces broke out into delicious smiles.
“I shall need to prepare you.” I had a sense of what would come next from the straps and clips on the leatherwork he had fetched.
His hands stroked down my arms to take my hands. As his nostrils flared, I heard him draw breath in and he seemed to inhale the scent of my hair. He turned my palms upward and stroked the insides of my forearms.
Both brothers leaned in to watch closely. The tingles that played all over my body made me I shiver. My thick, heavy breath made my breasts heave, and my nipples were sore, rubbing as they swelled and tightened inside my bra.
Crane stroked my sides, my ribs and then, slowly, my breasts and I quivered from my knees to my chest. I could smell my own heat rising, as well as feeling it welling in my pant. All of my sensitive parts tingled and buzzed.
He was so near that the heat of him seared through my dress. His firm, pulsing arousal was swelling, and I felt it against my stomach. His head bowed as he began to unbutton the front of my dress. I flinched, but he froze and looked swiftly up and into my eyes. Derrick snorted.
My eyes widened and I gave the tiniest nod. He continued. When he had my dress undone all the way down, hanging open, my arms wanted to fling themselves across my chest and my stomach, to cover myself. To protect me.
He seemed to sense it, as his damned grin stretched a little tighter. He paused for a moment while I gained control of myself. Gently, tenderly, he lifted my dress from my shoulders and pulled it down my arms and away, with a gesture more like he was removing an old dustsheet from a work of art, long lost from view.
Derrick watched me with a searing intensity. Hawser shuffled on the carpet. His huge hands flexed as though they could tear the rug to shreds in a single move. His dark brown eyes flickered all over my body.
Crane stood back to survey the result of my exposure. His eyes travelled up my legs, over my hips, across my quivering stomach and slowly up to my heaving breasts. Slowly then, his gaze slid up the length of my neck, and finally his sapphire eyes gleamed into mine.
A shock like a bolt of electricity shook me. His thumb and finger took a hold of my bottom lip, pulled it out, and he watched me as he squeezed it. He paced a wide circle around me, stalking and striding, like a large animal might, his eyes on me the whole time, burning with hunger.
As he prowled round me, I
I shuddered. Fear, uncertainty, apprehension and, I can’t deny it, an outrageous charge of thrill shook me to my core. “We need a woman to be our mate. We are in desperate need of an heir.”
His eyes were serious as he watched me. Serious, but still adorable. And they reminded me very much of the eyes of the other two brothers. The brothers who watched me just as intently as Crane did.
He said, “Should I go on?”
I looked from Crane to each of the brothers. Their eyes all held the same look of eager anticipation. I couldn’t speak. I nodded, once.
“To breed we will need to give you our…” his lips were tight as he paused, “our seed.” His lips pursed. “For the best chance of success, we will all need to give you our seed.”
I gulped.
His voice was very low, “Twice.”
My eyes and my mouth must have popped wide.
“The second expression is always the most fertile, and that is what we must give to impregnate you.”
He let me think about it for a moment. Really, I didn’t know what to think. I should leave, right now. I should run. Or swim. I should get as far away from these three mad, gorgeous lunatic brothers.
“Will you agree?” His voice caught and his eyebrows arched together. Derrick and Hawser shuffled on the carpet. I remained still. And I nodded, once. All three of their faces broke out into delicious smiles.
“I shall need to prepare you.” I had a sense of what would come next from the straps and clips on the leatherwork he had fetched.
His hands stroked down my arms to take my hands. As his nostrils flared, I heard him draw breath in and he seemed to inhale the scent of my hair. He turned my palms upward and stroked the insides of my forearms.
Both brothers leaned in to watch closely. The tingles that played all over my body made me I shiver. My thick, heavy breath made my breasts heave, and my nipples were sore, rubbing as they swelled and tightened inside my bra.
Crane stroked my sides, my ribs and then, slowly, my breasts and I quivered from my knees to my chest. I could smell my own heat rising, as well as feeling it welling in my pant. All of my sensitive parts tingled and buzzed.
He was so near that the heat of him seared through my dress. His firm, pulsing arousal was swelling, and I felt it against my stomach. His head bowed as he began to unbutton the front of my dress. I flinched, but he froze and looked swiftly up and into my eyes. Derrick snorted.
My eyes widened and I gave the tiniest nod. He continued. When he had my dress undone all the way down, hanging open, my arms wanted to fling themselves across my chest and my stomach, to cover myself. To protect me.
He seemed to sense it, as his damned grin stretched a little tighter. He paused for a moment while I gained control of myself. Gently, tenderly, he lifted my dress from my shoulders and pulled it down my arms and away, with a gesture more like he was removing an old dustsheet from a work of art, long lost from view.
Derrick watched me with a searing intensity. Hawser shuffled on the carpet. His huge hands flexed as though they could tear the rug to shreds in a single move. His dark brown eyes flickered all over my body.
Crane stood back to survey the result of my exposure. His eyes travelled up my legs, over my hips, across my quivering stomach and slowly up to my heaving breasts. Slowly then, his gaze slid up the length of my neck, and finally his sapphire eyes gleamed into mine.
A shock like a bolt of electricity shook me. His thumb and finger took a hold of my bottom lip, pulled it out, and he watched me as he squeezed it. He paced a wide circle around me, stalking and striding, like a large animal might, his eyes on me the whole time, burning with hunger.
As he prowled round me, I
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