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  He almost howled with pleasure when she shifted her attention back to him. This time she curled her tongue all around the thick head before trailing her tongue from the tip to the base of his erection. She nuzzled his testicles with her nose before gently sucking one of his balls into her mouth. His fingers tangled in her hair. He wasn’t sure if he was trying to pull her closer or to push her away. “You belong with us, Genny. You belong to us,” he gritted out between clenched teeth. Nothing had ever felt as right and as good as she did.

  She released him and licked her way back up his cock from the base to the tip. She turned to Jarmon, smiled almost shyly and began to do the same thing to him. It was arousing to watch Genny’s mouth as she licked down the length of his brother’s cock. The heavy sac between his legs pulled tighter against his body. A light sheen of sweat covered all their bodies, making them gleam in the firelight.

  The sounds of the night seemed to fade into the background, replaced by harsh grunts and groans of pleasure. The air was cool but did nothing to lower the heat consuming his body, pounding through his veins.

  This time when she turned back to him, he gripped her head in his hands and guided her mouth straight to his cock. “Take me inside your mouth.” He gulped in a huge breath and groaned when her lips parted and lowered over the head. Moist heat surrounded him. “Suck me, Genny.”

  His hips jerked forward, driving himself deeper into her eager mouth. She sucked hard as she stroked her tongue over him. As he watched, she wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft and slowly pumped it up and down as she continued to suckle the head.

  Garrik glanced over at Jarmon, who was stroking his cock with his hand. The scar on his brother’s face was prominent, his face flushed with need, his eyes filled with lust as he watched Genny’s every move. Jarmon raised his head and gave a jerky nod. The time had come for them to claim her.

  • • •

  Jarmon could barely keep from coming as he watched Genny suck on his brother’s cock. He’d felt her sweet mouth on his shaft, knew what pleasure she was bringing Garrik. Someday soon, he would drive his cock into her mouth, fucking it until he came, but today was Garrik’s turn.

  He waited, his driving lust making him impatient as Garrik gently pulled her mouth away from him. She looked up, a questioning expression on her face. Her cheeks were flushed a rosy pink, her lips were moist. Her breasts swayed as she sat back, displaying her tight nipples to perfection. Her skin appeared even creamier, softer in the glow of the firelight. Her breathing was uneven.

  Jarmon motioned to the blankets as he held out his hand. “Come.” His heart squeezed as she stretched out on the ground between them, her thighs relaxed and open. Unable to resist, Jarmon guided the head of his cock to her slit, stroking it over the slick warmth before he began to push inside.

  He tried to go slow but was unable to take the sweet torture of her body as it gripped him in a silken vise. Gripping her hips, he thrust. Her inner muscles contracted and relaxed, accepting him, pulling him deeper. She cried out when he seated himself to the hilt.

  Garrik shifted closer to Genny’s head. Tangling his fingers in her hair, he held her steady as he kissed her. She wrapped her hands around his wrists, her short nails digging into his brother’s flesh. Garrick finally pulled away from the kiss, but he did not release her. Using his grip on her hair, he turned her head and guided her mouth toward his cock. Genny opened her mouth and the tip of Garrik’s cock disappeared inside.

  Keeping a firm hold on her hips, Jarmon pulled back until he was almost all the way out. She wrapped her legs around his hips, her ankles crossing behind his back as she tried to keep him from leaving her. He drove back in and she cried out.

  It wasn’t how he’d imagined it, but Genny was taking them both at once. Jarmon slid one of his hands beneath her, caressing the dark cleft of her behind. It was wet from her juices and he rubbed his fingers through it, coating them before he began to carefully insert one finger past the opening of her ass. The tight band of muscles was resistant at first but eventually gave way to the pressure. Genny tipped her head back, gasping for air.

  Garrik groaned at the loss of her sweet mouth. “Don’t stop, Genny.”

  “Take both of us,” Jarmon urged. “Take everything we want to give you.” He eased his finger deeper as he pulled his hips back and shoved them forward again, driving his cock deep into her pussy.

  • • •

  Genny didn’t think she could take much more. Yet again, she was close to coming. Jarmon had one arm banded around her back as he leaned over her, his cock buried deep. His other hand was on her bottom, a long thick finger inserted into her behind. She knew Garrik wanted her to take his shaft back into her mouth, sucking him until he came. They overwhelmed her, filled her to bursting. Could she do as they asked?

  Her breasts ached, her pussy throbbed and her mouth felt empty. Opening it, she turned back toward Garrik. His harsh grunt filled her ears as she sucked him deep. He supported her head easily and she found that she could pleasure them both at once.

  Jarmon began to pump his hips up and down, gaining speed with every thrust. He seemed larger than he had yesterday. But perhaps that was an illusion, brought on by the fact that he also had a thick finger inside her behind.

  Genny moaned as Jarmon stopped thrusting and began to insert a second finger. She knew that he was trying to prepare her body so that someday she could take both men at the same time. Tears filled her eyes as her ass began to burn with the pain of his intrusion. That day would never come. Tonight was all they had. As if sensing her discomfort, Jarmon removed his second finger and began to pump his hips again.

  Garrik slid one of his hands over her breast, tweaking the nipple. Genny concentrated on taking him as deep as she was able. Her entire body was tight, but she knew she wouldn’t come until Garrik had. It took a lot of concentration to keep sucking him while Jarmon was pounding into her.

  Focusing her efforts, she sucked hard on Garrik’s shaft as he drove it in and out of her mouth in short thrusts. His actions became more erratic and she moaned. That one small sound vibrated through him. His fingers tightened in her hair, holding her to him as he came. His release spurted into her mouth and down her throat. She swallowed convulsively, fierce pride and pleasure filling her that she was able to do this for him.

  Finally, he sat back, his cock popping out of her mouth. He eased her head gently back down to the blankets as his free hand continued to tease and stroke her nipples.

  As if that was the sign Jarmon had been waiting for, he eased his finger out of her behind, gripped her hips and began to pound into her. She welcomed each hard plunge of his cock. Wanting more. “Harder,” she cried as she stared up at him. The scar was more visible against his flushed cheeks and his skin looked stretched over the planes of his face. His pale blue eyes seemed to glow with an inner fire. Growling, he drove even deeper.

  Garrik surprised her when he leaned down and covered the crest of her breast with his mouth. He flicked his tongue over the puckered nub, sending shivers of pleasure streaking through her.

  She jerked and heaved as her inner muscles began to contract. Jarmon gave a harsh yell and flooded her body with his release. She dug her heels into his back, arching up against him. He ground his pelvis against hers as she continued to shiver and shake. She didn’t know how long her orgasm rushed through her body, but finally it was over. She unhooked her legs from Jarmon’s flanks and they flopped down onto the blankets. Tremors and aftershocks continued to pulse through her.

  Jarmon’s face was buried against her breasts. She could feel the pounding of his heart against her stomach. Garrik had flopped to the side, his arm over his face. When Jarmon lifted his head, smiled at her and leaned down to place a soft kiss on her lips, his body shifted, driving him deeper into her sensitive core. She cried out as tiny shocks of pleasure shot through her. Jarmon groaned and pulled out of her, sitting back on his heels.

  “Thank you, Genny.” Jarmon stretch
ed out next to her, gathering her close in his arms.

  Garrik banked the fire, which had all but died out, making sure it was safe for the night. Spreading the blankets over them, he crawled in next to her, snuggling as close as he could get. “Stay,” he whispered against her ear. “Stay.”

  Genny’s heart ached even as her body still shuddered with the most amazing orgasm. She blinked back the tears that filled her eyes. Both men would be watching her closely tonight. She only hoped that the intense sexual activity would make them sleep heavily, if only for a while. She would rest for a while and regain her strength. When both men were asleep, she knew she had to leave. It was time.

  Chapter Ten

  Genny eased out from between the two men one slow inch at a time. It wasn’t easy with them plastered to her sides. She bit her lip and concentrated, but it was taking longer than she’d imagined it would and the night was waning quickly. They had taken forever to fall asleep and she’d dozed off while she was waiting. But she was awake now and that was all that mattered. Luckily for her, she’d thought to move her pack to the edge of the small clearing last night when both men had been distracted with clearing away the remains of the evening meal.

  She froze when Jarmon grunted and rolled over onto his side. His unexpected movement gave her some space. Quickly, but quietly, she stood. The night was quiet except for the occasional hoot of an owl and the deep breathing of both men. She half expected a large hand to wrap around her ankle and demand to know where she was going. Part of her even hoped it would happen, that they would take the decision out of her hands. But that was cowardly.

  Straightening her shoulders, she took her first step off the blankets, away from the Bakra brothers, away from the most joy and contentment she’d ever known. She bit her lip to keep from crying out. There was no time for tears. She had to be strong.

  She glanced over her shoulder one final time and blinked to clear her blurred vision. In only three short days, Jarmon and Garrik had found their way into her heart. She loved them and that was why she had to leave. Ignoring the soft, inviting cocoon of blankets, she turned away. Working her way silently across the clearing, she snagged her clothing and her pack and kept moving.

  She never looked back.

  • • •

  Jarmon came awake with a start. Something was wrong. Not questioning his instincts, he rolled out of bed, reaching for his sword as he did so. Within seconds of opening his eyes, he was standing naked in the early morning light, sword in hand, as he searched for the danger he sensed. He glanced down at the blankets to find Garrik staring up at him. “She’s gone.”

  His brother patted the blankets beside him. “They’re cool. She’s been gone for a while. How did she manage to get away from us without us waking?”

  Jarmon snorted as he tossed down his sword and grabbed his pants. “We were too damn sated with sex. An entire battalion of warriors could have come through the clearing and we wouldn’t have heard them.”

  “I don’t think so.” Garrik was already on his feet, his pants half on. “I think it’s because we don’t see her as a threat. We trust her.” He paused. “Do you think perhaps she was telling the truth about the tapestry? Maybe it reappeared and she just went home. From what Zaren and Bador said, the tapestry will keep the men unaware that the woman is leaving so that the choice is truly hers.”

  After strapping his sword belt around his waist, Jarmon stilled for the briefest of moments. “No. I don’t believe that Genny is a true tapestry bride.” He had to believe that. Otherwise it meant that she was really gone.

  The two men worked quickly, rolling blankets and assembling their packs. Within minutes of waking, they were ready to leave. “We could have done more to convince her to stay.” Garrik’s thoughts mirrored his. “Just in case the tapestry did bring her to us.”

  Ignoring his brother, Jarmon began to circle the clearing. If there was one thing he was confident about, it was his skills as a tracker of animals and man. If she was out there in the forest, there was nowhere she could go where he would not find her. Crouching down, he placed his fingers on a deep indentation in the grass. “She must have placed her pack here last night.” Adrenaline surged through his veins. “Why would she do that if she wasn’t planning on running away?”

  “Perhaps she thought it would make it easier for her to reach when the tapestry arrived to take her home.” Garrik paused behind him. “We cannot forget that, even if the tapestry did not bring her, Genny ran from us.”

  Jarmon was trying hard to forget that fact. It cut deep into his heart and soul, a betrayal of their trust. “She felt she had to because of the lie.” At least he hoped that was why she’d done it. There was only one way to find out.

  Straightening, he adjusted his pack onto his back and took several steps forward, his eyes scanning the forest floor and the trees. There! Just off to the left, a plant was bent forward. At first, he moved carefully through the trees, in case she was trying to throw them off with a false trail. It soon became apparent that her only goal was speed.

  Loping off after her, they followed her trail. He lost her twice, but refused to even entertain the idea she might have vanished with the help of the magical tapestry. Each time he’d found her track again. And each time he sent a prayer of thanks to the gods. It had been a long time since he’d prayed for anything.

  Garrik kept pace with him, neither one of them needing to talk. They were united in their single goal of finding Genny and taking her home. A low noise reached his ears and Jarmon held up his hand as he slowed. There! He heard it again in the distance. Creeping slowly forward, he drew his sword, ready to face whatever waited.

  The noise became clearer. A soft feminine sob, filled with such anguish his heart began to ache. Genny! Keeping his sword at the ready just in case, he moved more quickly, cursing the limp that hampered him slightly. Garrik was at his back, keeping a watch behind them. It didn’t pay to get careless.

  He drew up, coming to a sudden stop, his feet glued to the ground. Genny knelt on the dew-laden grass, her face wet with tears. But what made it almost impossible for Jarmon to breathe was the tapestry clutched tight in her arms.

  • • •

  Genny had stumbled through the dark for what felt like hours, tripping over unseen branches and roots. Her feet hurt, her legs were sore, and her hands and arms were scraped, but it was her heart that ached the most.

  Had Jarmon and Garrik awoken yet? Did they believe the tapestry had taken her away? She’d hated to sneak away like a thief in the night but hadn’t seen any other alternative. Had her actions hurt them? Would they try to find her? Should she go back and explain everything to them? Maybe they would understand. Maybe they wouldn’t.

  So many questions, but no easy answers.

  She’d managed to hold off the tears for a while, but with each step she took away from the Bakra brothers, the harder it became. One tear became two. She swiped at them with her hand and kept walking. But two became three and three became four. Before she knew it, she was crying too hard to see. Falling to her knees, she’d tried to hold in the pain, but it overwhelmed her.

  Needing comfort, she opened her pack of meager belongings and dug out the tapestry. The small piece of fabric meant so much to her. It had given her hope and courage. It was also all she had left of the two men she loved. Clutching it in her arms, she gave into the tears, allowing them to flow unchecked.

  A sound penetrated her haze of pain and she jerked her head up. She couldn’t forget that there were wild animals in these woods, not to mention that there might be other men, perhaps even her brothers. That thought brought her to her feet, holding the tapestry in front of her like a talisman against all evil.

  Jarmon and Garrik stood like two stone statues about ten feet away from her. How had they found her so quickly? She swallowed hard, her throat swollen by her tears. What should she say? She opened her mouth to speak, but closed it when Jarmon took a step toward her.

  She took a step
backward, stumbling slightly, but stopped. There was nowhere she could run. Lowering her gaze, she stared blindly at the ground. She would have to tell them the truth and hope that they wouldn’t hate her for her deception.

  “Genny?” Two pairs of boots came into her line of vision, but she knew it was Jarmon who’d spoken. His rough voice sent shivers down her spine. She longed to throw herself into his arms and seek comfort.

  Taking a deep breath, she gathered her courage, plastered a serene expression on her face and raised her head to face them. They both looked tired and hurt. She had done that to them. She swallowed again, blinking back tears. She’d cried enough and all it had gotten her was a sore throat, puffy eyes, a stuffy nose and a growing headache.

  “Genny?” This time it was Garrik who spoke. His voice was softer, more cajoling. He reached out and for a moment she thought he was going to touch her, but his fingers grazed the fabric that she still grasped tight in her arms. She’d forgotten she was holding it.

  Sighing, she slowly shook out the fabric, holding it so they both could see. Their eyes widened as they studied the two warriors on the tapestry. It was obvious who they were.

  Jarmon reached out and traced the threads in the hair of one of the warriors. His fingers automatically went to the white locks framing the image’s face. “I don’t understand.”

  “I made it.” She almost choked on those three simple words, but once she’d said them the rest tumbled out more easily. “It took me three years of hording threads and working in secret, but I made it stitch by stitch.”

  “But how? Why?” Garrik couldn’t take his eyes from the scene that depicted himself and his brother, but Genny knew what he was asking her.

  “It was unconscious on my part at first. I’d done the landscape and the castle first. You can blame my brothers for it. I heard your names cursed so many times, heard of your exploits and your injuries.” Jarmon curled his ruined fingers inward, making Genny’s heart hurt. She wanted to reach out and comfort him, assure him that his injuries only made her love him more. She did neither of those things. She’d given up all rights to both men by lying to them.