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It’s what I want, too. Though I can say all the stubborn wordsI like, I want them. I won’t take other lovers. I’ll have Lach and Shim forhowever long I can and then no other. We were bound by invisible threads likelyfrom the moment I was born, and I won’t ever love another.

“I want it all.” I say the words quietly. “I want yoursweetness and Lach’s…whatever you would call what Lach does. If I use my ownwords, he’ll spank me again.”

“Oh, poor princess,” Lach says, his hands on my waist. “Shewas terribly treated.” His fingers creep under the top of my pants.

“Lach?” I try to push him away. We’re in the middle of thewoods, and Duffy isn’t far away. The gnome can likely hear everything.

“Hush or I’ll have you naked right here. I have a theory. Iwant to test it.” His hand delves under my pants, traveling down.

I try to pull away, but he holds me fast. Damn him, eventhat seems to make me hot.

“How wet is she?” Shim leans over, and I can see white fangsand those deep eyes. In the dark it looks like his whole eye is as black as thenight around them. Sweet Shim looks like a predator ready to eat me up, andI’ll let him because I know what it feels like when he feeds.

Lach’s hand makes its way to its destination, and I sigh.His fingers slip over my clitoris. I touched myself a thousand times whilethinking of my Dark Ones. Why does his hand feel so different? His fingers onmy flesh make me spread my legs wider to give him better access.

“The poor princess was so traumatized by her spanking thatshe’s soaking wet.” His fingers slide all over, delving along my labia.

I know I should probably feel some shame, but it’s nearimpossible. They waited. I waited. Why should anything between us be wrong? Ican hear my father talk about ladylike behavior and how important it is I neverbehave as less than a lady, but I died and then lived in terriblecircumstances, and somewhere along the way I left the lady behind and became awoman. No perfect lady could survive. But a woman, a real woman, is strong, andshe doesn’t shrink from loving pleasure.

“That’s what I want, a chumann. That’s my woman.”Lach kisses my ear and plays in my pussy, the intimacy causing me to nestleclose to him. This is what makes Kaja moan. The fact that there don’t have tobe boundaries between a wife and her husbands. There’s a beautiful freedom thatcomes with love, that opens all doors.

“Do I really just send my thoughts out?” I lean back intohim, not fighting now. I want what he can give me.

Shim’s hands are on the bottom of my pants. He tugs and Idon’t protest. I’m with my husbands. It isn’t wrong. “You are so loud, love.And you don’t only send thoughts out. You pull power from us when you want to.”

I sit straight up as Shim gives my pants a firm pull.“That’s how I called fire. It was because of you.”

He tugs and manages to get the trousers to my knees. “Yes,love. You pulled it from me and made things go quite haywire on my end.”

Lach’s tongue licks along the shell of my ear. “Everyonethought he would burn the palace down. Luckily it’s mostly stone.”

Shim gives my pants a final pull and then tosses them to theside. He holds my ankles in his hands. “Every time you felt truly threatened,you pulled it from me, though it’s become stronger as we’ve gotten older. Thislast time was hard to control.”

“When the guards were trying to kill Ove?” It’s the lasttime I felt the fire. I remember that I wanted a way to defend the brownie, andI knew I could call on fire.

Shim sits back, staring at the juncture of my thighs whereLach’s fingers play in my pussy. “Yesterday. You pulled power from me and italmost destroyed the farm we were staying at. Gods, you have a beautifulpussy.”

“Shim, we need to figure this out. I don’t want to destroy afarm the next time I feel threatened.” But it’s hard to think. My pussy isswelling under Lach’s hand. He seems to know just how to touch me.

“No, we don’t. Not tonight.” Shim stands. “Tonight is forus. Let’s get her back to our camp. I didn’t set all of that stuff up so wecould fuck her in the grass.”

I gasp as Lach pulls his hand away.

Shim reaches down and hauls me up. I’m still wearing ashirt.

“Take it off. I want to see your breasts.” Shim proves hecan be demanding, too.

Lach moves to stand beside his brother. He’s licking hisfingers, sucking them into his mouth. He’s tasting the juice from my pussy. Iwatch him. He licks his fingers clean.

“I said take your shirt off. I won’t let you take me lessseriously than Lach. You have two seconds to get that shirt off or I’ll be theone spanking you.”

I pull the shirt over my head as fast as I can. Not because I’mworried about the spanking, but I understand what Shim represents. Theemotional half of the man. The sweet part. The intellectual half. I never wanthim to think I don’t respect him, don’t want his passion.

I toss the shirt away. They’ll find it and make sure I haveit to wear tomorrow because their whole lives are about me.

Shim growls, his hands coming up to cup my breasts. “That’swhat I want.”

I stand naked in front of them, completely aware that I’m inthe forest without a stitch on. Cool air makes my nipples peak.