The finger disappeared from her channel and the brief forays across and around her clit ceased. Eyes she hadn’t remembered closing snapped open. She widened her mouth and attempted to mask her teeth.
“Better,” Kirk grumbled, but she saw the flash of humor on his features and the lurking bear in his eyes seemed to sparkle. The bear part didn’t seem strange any longer. Their otherness fascinated and captivated her, and she looked forward to learning more about the brothers and their pack, despite their scary mother.
Stig resumed his teasing licks, and a tremble worked through her. This time she managed her teeth better, and the two men worked in concert. A hand—she wasn’t sure who it belonged to—strummed her nipple. The touches, the smells, the sounds…everything aligned and the beginnings of orgasm shimmered through her. She groaned around Kirk’s cock and concentrated on taking his increasingly urgent strokes.
Another finger joined the first, stretching her pussy. Stig gave her clitoris direct pressure—light and precise. The orgasm settled over her in languorous waves. Perfect.Just perfect.
Stig eased back on the stimulation and resumed his former teasing while Kirk increased his pace. She focused on breathing through her nose, tears leaking from her eyes as he thrust deeper. He came without warning, his seed jetting down her throat. She swallowed, but a few drops spilled from her mouth before he pulled free.
“Thank you, darlin’.” He leaned over to press a tender kiss to her lips. “That was awesome.”
“My turn,” Stig said cheerfully. “On all fours, Fiona.”
Kirk lifted her, and the two men had her in position before she could blink. Stig covered her from behind and pushed inside her with an easy stroke.
“I get to play,” Kirk whispered in her ear, his warm breath and his husky rumble making her shiver. Hands stroked and teased. Her hip. Her breasts. Her lips. Her clit. And all the time, Stig continued his plunges into her body, massaging her internally. She rocked back against him, fire whipping through her until every part of her sang. Good.So, so good. Kirk and Stig played her like a fine instrument until she flew apart at the seams and shattered.
* * * * *
The next night, Leif savored the warm body curled so trustingly against his. They’d spent the day organizing more produce to collect on their next trip to Gillam and doing some maintenance on Bessie and the sleds. During the afternoon, they’d shown Fiona the town amenities and driven out to the fort.
They hadn’t seen bears yet, but Fiona hadn’t complained. She was a treasure. The future loomed uncertain but one thing remained clear. He didn’t want her to leave. His brothers didn’t want her to return to Florida either. Somehow, Fiona had glued them into a tight, productive and loving unit. No matter what Ma said, no matter the opinions of the citizens of Churchill, Fiona was the best thing that had ever happened to them.
The door to his bedroom crashed open. Fiona didn’t stir as Leif bounded upright. He relaxed once he saw the intruder’s identity.
“Arve, I didn’t expect you back so soon.”
“He drove like a lunatic,” Josef said drily from behind the mountain Arve presented. “Normally he’s a real grandma while driving over ice bridges and the frozen rivers. I’m telling you it didn’t happen this time, which is why we’re home way earlier than predicted.”
“Mine,” Arve declared, his gaze on the woman at Leif’s side.
“Does she realize?” Leif asked in a sharp voice.
“He told her when we met Kirk and Runt on the road,” Josef said, again with a side of dryness.
“What did she tell him?”
“She let him hold her and didn’t argue.”
Arve pushed the hair away from her face with a gentle stroke that belied his mountainous build.
“Mine,” he whispered.
Before Leif could argue, his younger brother scooped Fiona off his bed and into his arms. He was halfway to the door before Leif growled an argument.
“Please,” Josef said. “Let him. He’s been driving me crazy during the drive home.”
Leif issued a heavy sigh. “It was my turn.”
Josef’s lip curled. “At least you’ve had a turn. I won’t get a look-in at least until tomorrow at this rate.”
“You want her too?”
“Why do you think I put up with Arve’s kamikaze driving on the way back? One glimpse of Fiona and I turned to toast. At least I got a kiss when we met. I have that to sustain me.”
“She’s beautiful,” Leif whispered.
“Will she panic if she wakes in Arve’s bed? He’ll create holy hell if we try to get between them. At least, tonight.”
