any man to stand by her.
“He belongs to me.”
Bron’s smile disappeared. “So he says, but I don’t understand why he would be content with a female who won’t even give him the dignity of a name.”
“You do not understand our ways, male.”
“Obviously.” Bron looked past her to the other man. “Is the bath ready, Thoran?”
“It is.”
Inga turned toward Thoran. “Thank you.”
He bowed and gestured to another door within the suite from which sweet-smel ing steam was beginning to emerge. Inga went through the door and breathed in the scented air. The bath was large and set in the ground. With a sigh, she discarded her tattered gown and walked down the steps into the warm water. How was she going to get her male out of his prison? She couldn’t leave him there after he’d said he wanted to stay with her.
Inga swal owed hard. After al she’d done to him, he’d stil remained loyal. She felt as if she was the one who had betrayed him.
A splash behind her made her turn around and press her hands to her breasts. Thoran and Bron were advancing toward her through the water.
“What are you doing in my bath?”
Both men halted and looked puzzled. “Bathing you, my lady.”
“I didn’t ask you to do that!”
Bron shrugged. “We always bathe our female guests. It is an honor for us to tend to you. Didn’t Harlan mention it?”
Inga took another step backward. Her male had mentioned several times that he and his companions had been trained to serve women, but she hadn’t believed that either.
“Please, my lady. Let us tend to your needs.” Bron reached forward, took her hand and kissed it. “We only wish to make you feel better.”
Inga let her hand remain in his. What harm could it do?
She could at least be gracious in this. It wasn’t as if the men were going to do anything more than her female bathing companions did to her.
Thoran came up behind her, a soft cloth in one hand and a bar of soap in the other. He soaped the cloth and rubbed it between her shoulder blades.
“Ah…” Inga sighed as she realized how tense she was and closed her eyes. As Thoran continued to wash her back, she al owed herself to float against his broad frame.
He dropped a kiss in the curve of her neck and shoulder and her eyes flew open. Before she could move away, Bron was right in front of her, his soapy hands circling her breasts, his thumbs passing over her nipples, making her shiver. She grabbed his wrists and he stopped moving his fingers.
“My lady?”
She glared at him. “You don’t have to do that .”
“What, my lady?” He bent his head and licked her nipple.
“But I wish to give you pleasure.”
Inga gasped as he drew her nipple into his mouth and sucked hard on it. Behind her, Thoran made an approving sound and his hand slid between her legs to cup her mound.
“She is beautiful, Bron, is she not?”
“Aye.” Bron released her breast, but only so he could lick her other nipple. “Al females are beautiful when they are being given pleasure.”
He bent his head and sucked on her again just as Thoran slid a long finger up inside her and then another. She was trapped between the two men, their hands and mouths al over her, their thick cocks gliding against her stomach and ass. By the goddess, she shouldn’t be enjoying this, but it was exquisite. She’d never realized how it might feel to be touched by two men at once. How did the queen stand three of them?
She pul ed hard on Bron’s blond hair until he looked up at her with a lazy smile.
“Didn’t you say that you served the queen?”
“I do, but the queen expects us to pleasure her guests as wel .”
“Oh…” For once Inga was at a loss for words as Thoran slicked his thumb over her clit until she was grinding her ass against his flat stomach. Bron kissed her and pressed his chest close to her sensitive nipples, then added his fingers to Thoran’s, sending her into an orgasm that wouldn’t stop.
“Beautiful, my
“He belongs to me.”
Bron’s smile disappeared. “So he says, but I don’t understand why he would be content with a female who won’t even give him the dignity of a name.”
“You do not understand our ways, male.”
“Obviously.” Bron looked past her to the other man. “Is the bath ready, Thoran?”
“It is.”
Inga turned toward Thoran. “Thank you.”
He bowed and gestured to another door within the suite from which sweet-smel ing steam was beginning to emerge. Inga went through the door and breathed in the scented air. The bath was large and set in the ground. With a sigh, she discarded her tattered gown and walked down the steps into the warm water. How was she going to get her male out of his prison? She couldn’t leave him there after he’d said he wanted to stay with her.
Inga swal owed hard. After al she’d done to him, he’d stil remained loyal. She felt as if she was the one who had betrayed him.
A splash behind her made her turn around and press her hands to her breasts. Thoran and Bron were advancing toward her through the water.
“What are you doing in my bath?”
Both men halted and looked puzzled. “Bathing you, my lady.”
“I didn’t ask you to do that!”
Bron shrugged. “We always bathe our female guests. It is an honor for us to tend to you. Didn’t Harlan mention it?”
Inga took another step backward. Her male had mentioned several times that he and his companions had been trained to serve women, but she hadn’t believed that either.
“Please, my lady. Let us tend to your needs.” Bron reached forward, took her hand and kissed it. “We only wish to make you feel better.”
Inga let her hand remain in his. What harm could it do?
She could at least be gracious in this. It wasn’t as if the men were going to do anything more than her female bathing companions did to her.
Thoran came up behind her, a soft cloth in one hand and a bar of soap in the other. He soaped the cloth and rubbed it between her shoulder blades.
“Ah…” Inga sighed as she realized how tense she was and closed her eyes. As Thoran continued to wash her back, she al owed herself to float against his broad frame.
He dropped a kiss in the curve of her neck and shoulder and her eyes flew open. Before she could move away, Bron was right in front of her, his soapy hands circling her breasts, his thumbs passing over her nipples, making her shiver. She grabbed his wrists and he stopped moving his fingers.
“My lady?”
She glared at him. “You don’t have to do that .”
“What, my lady?” He bent his head and licked her nipple.
“But I wish to give you pleasure.”
Inga gasped as he drew her nipple into his mouth and sucked hard on it. Behind her, Thoran made an approving sound and his hand slid between her legs to cup her mound.
“She is beautiful, Bron, is she not?”
“Aye.” Bron released her breast, but only so he could lick her other nipple. “Al females are beautiful when they are being given pleasure.”
He bent his head and sucked on her again just as Thoran slid a long finger up inside her and then another. She was trapped between the two men, their hands and mouths al over her, their thick cocks gliding against her stomach and ass. By the goddess, she shouldn’t be enjoying this, but it was exquisite. She’d never realized how it might feel to be touched by two men at once. How did the queen stand three of them?
She pul ed hard on Bron’s blond hair until he looked up at her with a lazy smile.
“Didn’t you say that you served the queen?”
“I do, but the queen expects us to pleasure her guests as wel .”
“Oh…” For once Inga was at a loss for words as Thoran slicked his thumb over her clit until she was grinding her ass against his flat stomach. Bron kissed her and pressed his chest close to her sensitive nipples, then added his fingers to Thoran’s, sending her into an orgasm that wouldn’t stop.
“Beautiful, my
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