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Abrah followed suit, lying back so they were both flat on the mattress. Audrey rolled to her knees. The firelight glistened against her pale flesh, casting her in a play of shadows and light. Her hair was almost dry and fell to just past her shoulders in a profusion of brown curls. He wanted to bury his face in the stuff and simply inhale her sweet scent.

  Her body was slender but her hips still curved outward. Her torso was too thin, her ribs almost visible. Heroc did not like to think of Audrey being ill. She sat back on her heels and rested her hands on her thighs and simply stared at them, first him and then Abrah. His cock flexed and he knew his brother must be having as difficult a time as he was maintaining control.

  Her breasts swayed as she bent forward and gripped his cock in her hand. The light shone on her enough to illuminate dark smudges on her torso, arms and legs. Bruises.

  What was he doing? She’d been hurt. She needed to be taken care of.

  Heroc wrapped his hand around her wrist. It was so slender his fingers were loose around her fragile bones. “You should be resting.” It killed him to say it but it was a matter of honor. She had to know he would put her first, above all his needs.

  Her fingers tightened and then released him. “You don’t want me.”

  He could hear the thread of hurt in her voice and knew his good intentions were undone. “I want you more than you will ever know. More than I want my next breath. But I do not want to hurt you or have you hurt yourself. You are still weak and chilled from the storm.”

  Audrey momentarily lost her ability to speak. Heroc was flat on his back with the largest hard-on she’d ever seen in her life and he was worried about her. She knew for certain she was dreaming because no flesh-and-blood man she’d ever met would have turned away from an offer of sex.

  “I feel fine and I’m not the least bit cold.” Well, half of that statement was truth. She certainly wasn’t feeling the chill any longer. She was hot, perspiration dotting her skin. She ached in places and knew she’d feel her bruises in the morning, but they weren’t bothering her enough to make her stop. Even her headache was manageable. She didn’t want this dream to end, not without touching them and having them touch her in return.

  She glanced at Abrah. She was already learning he was the quieter of the two, the more stoic and intense. He was watching her, his hands opening and closing into fists at his sides. He looked ready to pounce on her any second, but deep inside she knew he would accede to her wishes.

  Her breasts ached to be touched. Her pussy swelled and dampened. It had been so long since she’d felt the heavy thrust of a cock between her thighs.

  She placed her hand on Abrah’s leg and ran her fingers over his thick, muscular thigh. Her nails lightly scored his skin and his muscles tensed. He growled low and deep in his chest. Quick as a snake, he struck, his hand grabbed hers and he dragged it to his cock. “Touch me.” It was a command, not a request. Audrey licked her dry lips and slowly closed her fingers around him. He threw back his head, the tendons in his neck cording. “Yes,” he groaned. “Harder.”

  She stroked her hand up and down his hard length. He was slightly longer than his brother, but Heroc’s erection was slightly thicker. Both were impressive.

  Heroc shifted on the mattress and she glanced his way. He was watching her touch his brother. He had his hand fisted around his shaft, pumping up and down, keeping pace with her strokes.

  “I don’t know what to do.” And she didn’t. She’d never been in this kind of situation before. “I don’t want to neglect either one of you.”

  Abrah’s cock continued to jump and pulse in her hand but he went still beside her. “You can take us both in your hands or you can let us take you one at a time or you can use your very sexy mouth to pleasure us.” Her entire body quivered at his very blatant suggestions. It was all too easy to picture her doing all three.

  “Or you can let us pleasure you,” Heroc added.

  It had been a very long time since she’d done anything like this, but Audrey didn’t give herself time to think, she lowered her head and licked Heroc’s cock from base to tip, swirling her tongue around the tip. He groaned and thrust his pelvis upward. Her hand was still closed around Abrah’s shaft and it jerked and swelled against her palm.

  This wasn’t going to work. She sat back and released both of them.

  Abrah surged to his knees, yanked her to him and kissed her. Her breasts were plastered against his chest, his rigid, hot erection pressed against her belly. She whimpered but the sound was lost as he continued to eat at her mouth with his lips, to plunge his tongue inward, tasting her, consuming her.

  Heroc moved in behind her, kneeling between her legs. He widened his stance, pushing her legs apart. His chest covered her back and his cock pulsed against her lower back. He cupped her ass in his hands and squeezed before dipping lower and finding her pussy with his clever fingers.

  “You are hot and wet for us.” He brushed her hair aside and nibbled at her nape. Shivers raced down her spine. “Feel her, Abrah. Her pussy is juicy and ripe.”

  Audrey was shocked she didn’t expire on the spot. She’d never heard such earthy words spoken aloud in her life. She’d read them in books but this was something totally different.

  Abrah continued to kiss her, his tongue thrusting in and out of her mouth, mimicking the act of sexual intercourse. But his fingers slid down her torso and between her thighs.

  Two sets of male fingers explored and stroked her swollen pussy, grazing her sensitive clit. Audrey cried out as a wide finger plunged into her core. She had no idea which of them it was and it didn’t matter. She whimpered and squirmed, wanting more.

  “I think she likes that.” Heroc nipped her shoulder and kissed a path to her ear, capturing the tender lobe between his teeth. “Do you want more?”

  She nodded and tore her mouth from Abrah’s. She was gasping for air, her lungs working hard as she struggled to breathe. “Yes. Don’t stop.” They couldn’t stop. Not when she was so close to coming.

  Heroc slipped his hands around her and cupped her breasts. It was only then she knew it was Abrah’s finger inside her. He added a second and widened them, stretching her tender sheath. His thumb teased her aching clit with each stroke.

  She’d never experienced anything like this before. Her body ached for these men, needed them in a way she didn’t understand. Hard cocks pulsed against her back and belly. She wanted them to come. But was she ready to take both of them? It might only be a dream but this was still way outside her comfort zone.

  Then it no longer mattered. Everything inside her clenched and released. Her body shook and spasmed as her climax hit her. She cried out and let go, trusting them to catch her as she fell. Inner muscles tightened around thick male fingers. Heroc rolled her nipples between this thumbs and forefingers, sending a lightning bolt of desire from her breasts to her core and back again.

  Her orgasm seemed to go on forever, yet it wasn’t nearly long enough and was over way too soon. Audrey collapsed and strong arms caught her. Abrah withdrew his fingers from her and Heroc gently caressed her breasts. Once again, she felt as though she were floating on a cloud. Nothing else existed but pleasure and this moment. There was no job, no responsibilities and no ill health.

  Something nudged her belly, a very tangible reminder that she was the only one who’d found sexual satisfaction. She reached for Abrah’s straining cock, but he caught her hand. “This night was about you and your pleasure. If you still feel the same way in the morning I will more than welcome your attention.”

  Audrey didn’t understand these men who haunted her dreams. Behind her, Heroc nuzzled her neck. “You should rest now.”

  She didn’t argue when strong arms lowered her to the bed. Her earlier exhaustion was back with a vengeance. She was so tired she was almost sick with it. Her eyelids were heavy so she let them fall shut. The covers rustled and two large male bodies stretched out on either side of her. Heavy blankets were piled over her and she sank into a deep sleep, a feeli
ng of safety and well-being enveloping her.

  Abrah glanced from the sleeping form beside him to his brother and sighed. “It is going to be a very long night.”

  “Do you think we did the right thing or should we have taken her?” There was worry in Heroc’s voice. Abrah wasn’t certain if they’d done the right thing or not, but it was the only thing they could have done.

  “I do not know. She still believes this is a dream. The storm and cold stripped her energy and reason. I did not want to take advantage of her, did not want her to wake in the morning and feel shame or regret.”

  Heroc nodded. “You are probably right. But that does not help me at the moment.”

  His brother’s wry reply made Abrah chuckle. “You can always take matters into your own hand if you need to.”

  “I think I’ll take my chances in the morning.” Heroc grinned and then closed his eyes, wrapped his arm around Audrey and drifted off to sleep.

  Abrah stared at the ceiling for a very long time, wondering if the gods had blessed them or cursed them. By the time the fire died down, he still had no answer so he closed his eyes and welcomed sleep.

  Chapter Six

  Audrey woke slowly and stretched. Her body ached all over and she groaned as her muscles protested all movement. Why did she hurt so much? She opened her eyes and blinked. Fear spiked through her when she saw her surroundings. Where was she?

  The room certainly wasn’t her bedroom. In fact, it didn’t look like anywhere she’d ever been. A memory from the night before niggled at her brain. “It was only a dream,” she whispered. The storm, the men who found her and brought her home, the way they’d loved her body into oblivion.

  “Ohmygod.” It was real and she was…naked. Audrey grabbed the covers, yanking them firmly against her neck. She was stark naked and the mattress beside her was still warm, which meant someone else had been in bed with her.

  She swallowed the lump in her throat. This couldn’t be happening. This wasn’t real. She had to figure this out.

  “One step at a time.” Ignoring her stiff muscles and bruised limbs, she slid out of the bed, dragging one of the thick woven blankets with her and wrapping it around her body like a toga. The stone floor was cold and the chill seeped in through the bottoms of her feet, making her toes curl. A fire crackled in the hearth but it obviously hadn’t been going long enough to take the icy feel off the room.

  A window off to the right beckoned and she stumbled toward it. If she could get her bearings she’d be okay. The heavy wooden shutter was latched so she pushed up the bar. The wind blew the shutter inward, slamming it against the wall.

  Wind and rain immediately pounded Audrey, but she ignored it and peered out over the countryside. And that’s what it was—countryside. The area was completely rural. She could see several more stone buildings and a scattering of smaller homes with thatched roofs in the near distance. Rain soaked her skin and dampened her hair but Audrey couldn’t make herself move.

  She had no idea where she was or how she’d gotten here.

  She turned away from the window and examined the room more thoroughly. The huge four-poster bed she’d been sleeping in dominated the space. A large trunk sat at the end of it, while two smaller chests flanked the top of the bed like bedside tables. A mantle made of a solid piece of thick, heavy wood sat over the hearth and a table and two welcoming chairs sat in front of it. There was no clothing lying about, no knick knacks, no little items to say who lived here.

  Audrey whirled toward the corner of the room and found the door she knew would be there. She hurried to it and pushed her way inside. There was the tub from her dream last night, the one Abrah had put her in. She bit on her bottom lip to hold back a moan.

  There was no sign of her clothing but there was a basin with water, along with a primitive indoor toilet. She made use of both. As she sluiced water over her face she silently repeated a mantra in her head. This can’t be happening. It’s only a dream.

  She was very afraid no matter how many times she said the words they wouldn’t be true. She peeled back the blanket to stare at her body. There were several bruises on her legs and arms and one on her hip. But other than some sore muscles she seemed surprisingly fit from her ordeal.

  Wind howled from the other room. “Crap.” She’d left the window wide open. That wasn’t going to help take the chill off the place and she was already freezing.

  She rewrapped her blanket around her and hurried back to the bedroom. It was much easier to open the window than to close it. The wooden shutters were heavy and the wind was strong. She threw her whole weight behind one of them and managed to get it closed. The trick was keeping it there while she got the other one shut.

  She huffed and puffed and broke a sweat, but didn’t give up. A particularly heavy gust pushed the shutter and she stumbled back with a shriek, knowing she was going to land on her ass on the floor.

  Heavy arms caught her and set her aside. Two seconds later the window was closed and barred, shutting out the storm. “Are you all right?”

  Audrey blinked and shook her head. Okay, so she’d been expecting to see one or both of the men from last night, but the reality of the situation was more overwhelming than the memory.

  Abrah Dannon was huge. He had to be at least a foot taller than she and probably outweighed her by almost a hundred pounds, all of it solid muscle. He was wearing soft, brown leather pants that clung to his thick thighs like a second skin. His shoulders were encased in a long-sleeved tunic, which fell to the top of his thighs. Heavier leather boots covered his feet.

  His long hair fell down his back and those two skinny braids framed the sides of his rough-hewn face. His mouth was drawn into a frown of disapproval and his thick, dark brows were furrowed. He didn’t look happy.

  “Why are you out of bed? Why did you open the window?”

  Audrey stumbled back, wishing she was wearing more than a blanket. It was hard to feel confident and assertive in little more than her skin and a piece of cloth. Still, she’d faced down multimillionaire businessmen and prima donna actors on more than one occasion. She drew herself up to her full height and stared up at him. “What am I doing here and where exactly am I?”

  He took a step toward her and she took a step back before she could stop herself. Really the man could give lessons in intimidation tactics and the sad thing was she didn’t think he was even trying. This seemed to be his normal demeanor.

  She was so screwed.

  She braced her legs to keep them from moving backward. She had to face this the same way she had everything else in her life—head-on. She shivered and his frown deepened.

  He stalked toward her and it took every speck of courage she possessed to keep from fleeing. But where would she go? She had no idea where she was.

  Abrah swooped down and lifted her off her feet. “You are cold.” It was an accusation and it made her grin in spite of herself.

  “I don’t seem to have any clothing to wear,” she pointed out. Her heart was pounding but she wasn’t afraid of him, not really. She knew deep in her heart he wouldn’t hurt her. No, she was more afraid of her reaction to him.

  Audrey wanted to cling to him, to wrap her arms around him and let him take care of her. And how stupid was that. She’d learned long ago that men were not to be depended on. Her father had left her mother and her years ago, all her boyfriends had left her at the first sign of trouble in their relationship or when they’d no longer needed her money or contacts, and her bosses used her talent and took the credit for it.

  No, the only person she could depend on was herself. She held her body as rigid as possible, not wanting to lean against Abrah as he sat in the chair by the fireplace with her in his lap. But, oh, it was hard. The man radiated body heat and she was shivering from the cold.

  Abrah angled her body so she was facing the fire, her back to his chest. The heat from the flames felt good against her skin. She shuddered and he swore. Before she realized his intent, he had the blanket op
en, exposing her front to the heat and to his view.

  “What are you doing?” She batted at his hands and grabbed the ends of the blankets, trying to pull them back around her.

  He yanked the blanket from the grasp with no effort at all. “I am getting you warm.” He ran his hands over her arms and in a brisk motion before moving down her torso and over her thighs. She had to admit she was certainly heating up fast.

  And she wasn’t the only one. Abrah’s body was like a blast furnace. And he was also aroused. Incredibly aroused.

  She swallowed hard as the memories from last night came pouring back. She’d touched his impressive erection last night and he’d had his hands all over her. She shuddered and her breasts grew heavy and her nipples puckered.

  Abrah gave a low rumble of approval and covered her breasts with his hands. She’d never been this horny in her life. She wanted to give in to the moment, to let go and have sex with him but she needed answers.

  “Where am I?”

  He sighed, his breath ruffling her curls and warming her neck. “You are in Javara.” He plucked at her nipples making it difficult to think. Her skin was ultra-sensitive and alive beneath his touch.

  “Where exactly is that?” She sucked in a breath, practically panting now. That wouldn’t do. She grabbed his hands and drew them away from her breasts. Immediately, she wished they were back there. Her pussy was damp and swollen, her body was totally out of control and that so wasn’t like her. “Did you drug me?” Outrage washed through her. Was this some kind of kidnapping rouse? “I don’t have much money but you’re welcome to what I have if you’ll let me go.”

  He grew still behind her. She wished she could see his face but was also grateful she couldn’t. He was fierce when angry, and she had the distinct impression he was extremely pissed at the moment.

  “I do not need your money.” Great, now he sounded offended.

  “Look, big guy. I don’t really know who you are or where I am.” She grabbed the ends of the blanket and flung them around her. Even the slight weight of the blankets made her skin ache.