Twice Upon a Time by Olivia Cunning Page A

covered her breasts and he moved with her, rising and lowering as she rode her husband, who was Nasir’s first love, but not his most precious. Farima filled that role.
    “Take me,” Ashar demanded. “Do it, Nasir.”
    That, too, was not new between them. Nasir had fucked Ashar almost as many times as Ashar had reciprocated, but that was not what he’d moved behind Farima to do.
    “Not you, Ashar,” Nasir said. “Her.”
    When the head of his cock breached her back entrance, she gasped and paused.
    “What? What are you doing, Nasir?”
    He pressed upward, taking her deeper.
    Ashar swore under his breath. “I feel you, Nasir. Rub against me,” he gasped.
    “Inside of her.”
    Nasir pulled back several inches and both of his lovers sputtered with excitement.
    Farima sank down to accept both cocks deeper into her body. Nasir helped her ride them. She never took them very deep, but she rose and fel over them faster and faster until Nasir was convinced he would die if he didn’t find release soon.
    “Help her come, Ashar,” Nasir said as he watched the bliss build on Ashar’s gorgeous face.
    “H-how?” he gasped. “Oh, I’m going to explode. Soon. Soon.” Nasir took Ashar’s hand and directed it to Farima’s clit. “Stroke her there. Not too hard, but firmly and rapidly.”
    Ashar obeyed. His gaze moved to Farima’s face to watch her find pleasure in his body. He seemed a bit surprised that he was capable pleasing her. That she enjoyed his touch. Found bliss while his cock was filling her.
    Farima’s body buckled as she claimed her orgasm. Ashar and Nasir fol owed her to nirvana in rapid succession.
    When their breathing began to settle and their sweaty bodies were melded together in a tangle of limbs, Ashar kissed his wife passionately. “I have never had such an intense orgasm before and have never come while a woman was in charge of the joining. You are amazing, my princess.”
    Nasir chuckled. He’d done most of the work.
    “Ashar,” Farima said, “does it bother you that I love Nasir?”
    “Of course not. I also love him.”
    “But you’ve known him for years. I’ve only known him for months.”
    “Did you love him before we al became lovers?” Ashar asked.
    Farima nodded. “I loved him the moment I first laid eyes on him. I thought he was to be my husband when he arrived at my father’s court and asked for my hand. I did not realize he was an envoy sent in your steed. I was so disappointed when I learned he was not to be mine.”
    “He is yours,” Ashar said. “And mine.”
    Nasir smiled gently, his body rapidly succumbing to exhaustion.
    “I thought you would be upset that I wanted Nasir for my husband.”
    “Do you stil ?” Ashar asked.
    She laughed, the gentle sound warming Nasir’s heart. “I like this arrangement,” she said.

    “As do I,” Nasir said. He could not provide for Farima the way Ashar could. Could not give her a family or a home or a name. He accepted his role in life and, as far as roles went, a eunuch couldn’t really ask for more than he had.
    “I am also grateful that you allowed Maisha to come with me from my father’s home,” Farima said. “She has brought me much comfort. I wish to ask something of you on her behalf. I wish to ask for her freedom.”
    “How did you know she was incarcerated?” Ashar asked. “I never told you.”
    “Incarcerated? What? Why?”
    “I know you are fond of her, my love, but I’m afraid she will have to be executed.” Chapter Eleven
    Lara had been riding on Farima’s euphoric tranquility until Ashar’s words sank in.
    Executed? What did he mean? Certainly not what she thought he meant.
    “Did I miss something?” Reece asked.
    “She has been the one instigating the dissention among my harem,” Ashar said.
    “They were never troublesome before she joined the household.”
    “No,” Lara croaked. “Maisha would never…” Her eyes burned and throat constricted.
    “Roxelana has always been trouble,”