Niomi frowned. “You cook? I mean, not just when you’re traveling?”
“Of course. I don’t like to starve.” Rustan’s hands moved to the fastenings of his clothing. Dack watched as the feral warrior stripped down, admiring the sharp lines of his body, the stone strength of his muscles, the power in his movements. He’d been face-down below his Clanmate countless times, and it was always a gratifying experience. He wrapped an arm around Niomi’s shoulders, glad to be sharing the experience with her.
Their bride did not comment as Rustan slid into the water. She seemed to keep her gaze studiously away from his gorgeous body and his fierce erection. “I will cook at your home,” she mumbled. “And I will make your meal tomorrow morning.”
“Is no trouble. I can do it.”
This did not seem to make sense to Niomi. “But I’m a woman. You are men.”
“We will be your Clan.” Dack pressed his lips against her temple, pleased to note that she did not shrink away. “Wildlander men look after their brides. If ye wish to cook, we would appreciate that, but it won’t only lie on your shoulders. We takes care of ourselves, and we takes care of you. We provides clothing, food, whatever ye needs. And of course, pleasure.”
As he’d spoken, he could feel the tension bleed from her shoulders. But when he’d idiotically spewed out that last sentence, she tensed up again.
“You truly… make love to women while they are pregnant?”
“Yes.” Dack took her hand and brought it to his erection. He shuddered at the feel of her touching him. When her fingers wrapped tentatively around his stiff flesh, not quite able to encircle the girth.
“I’m told that women often feel even more need during that time than they normally do.”
Niomi grew very still, and he understood what she did not say. Slowly, carefully, he moved the hand that lay on her shoulder downward, tracing the delicate skin of her collarbone, then moving to cup her breast. His cock jumped as he felt the firm mound. He’d touched so few women in his life, and none so lovely. The hard pebble of her nipple jutted into his palm. “No shame in your desire,” he said quietly. She did not reply.
Dack eased his hand off of the one he’d held over her hand and his cock. To his utter relief, she did not let go of his flesh. Was it just his imagination, or was she stroking a little? He fought to keep his breathing steady.
“How does it work?” Niomi finally asked. “How do we make love? In the book, there were pictures of two men with a woman between them. They appeared to be both… having her together.”
A glance at Rustan told Dack exactly what his Clanmate was thinking. Carefully, he urged Niomi to come before him. He spread her legs open a little, and watched as Rustan came to stand behind her, lifting just a little. She bobbed weightlessly in the water, and rested on the warrior, her back against his chest. Rustan’s hands moved slowly up to caress Niomi’s beautiful breasts. Though her breath came in short gasps, she did not protest, and she did not pull away.
“We make love like this.” Dack skimmed his hands down the curve of her wast, over the firm swell of her belly. “With you between us.” He slid a hand down to her female flesh, stroking the seam of her sex with a delicate touch. “One of us enters you here.” He increased the pressure, slipping his finger between the dainty, swollen lips, gratified to feel the slick wetness there that was not from the water.
Though Dack could not see beneath the water at what his Clanmate was doing, the expression on Niomi’s face said it all. Rustan kissed Niomi’s exposed neck and shoulder. “And one of us enters you here.”
Their bride squirmed, moving in and out of their touches, as though she did not know whether she wanted to stay or go. Dack leaned forward to kiss her cheek. “We moves in rhythm, one going in whilst the other comes out. That way you’re always filled with cock. Is tough to do the first time, because your holes are small, but when you stretch enough to take us, it’s supposed to be the finest bliss a woman can feel. Some scream with the pleasure of it."
Niomi’s eyes were round as plates. “It hurt a little, when Nelius did it. And that was just… in the normal place.”
“The first time often does. After that, if your lover is gentle, it’s wonderful. And I promise you, sweet one, we are very gentle lovers.”
That wasn’t entirely true. Rustan was a savage beast when he fucked. But Dack was certain that he’d be careful with his bride.
“And you would like to start tonight? Truly?”
Dack’s brain jerked to a halt. Had he heard her correctly, or was his own desire so intense that he’d mistaken? He looked over her shoulder to Rustan, who looked equally shocked.
The Clan second spoke for both of them. “Aye, love. We can start tonight.”
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