Read Claiming Their Maiden Online
Authors: Sue Lyndon
The cool liquid trickled down her crevice once again, and this time, something much larger than
a finger poked at her tight entrance. Her heart raced as she realized his intent.
He was going to fuck her ass.
She tried to release Gavin’s cock from her mouth so she could protest, but a firm hand
held her head in place. Her pussy quaked and she spread her legs at Trent’s urging. They’d never
penetrated her ass with their cocks before. She could hardly take three fingers, and Trent’s shaft
was much thicker than a few fingers. So was Gavin’s.
The instant Trent pushed inside her, she screamed in a mixture of pleasure and pain,
wanting him and not wanting him at the same time. Desire blurred her confusion further, and she
yelled again, her sounds muffled by Gavin’s length. Someone grabbed a fistful of her hair, and
Gavin groaned, pumping up into her mouth as Trent rocked his hips against her.
“I’m all the way inside your tight little asshole, Amelia.”
The sensations drove her wild, and the motion of Trent’s thrusting created a delicious
friction between her clit and the covers. She was close. So close. Until Gavin interrupted her
concentration by yanking her head away from his cock. She peered up at him, wondering why he
hadn’t spurted his seed down her throat yet. He loved to shoot his release into her mouth, and
even though she’d never admit it, she loved the taste of his male essence.
Gavin stood up and removed his clothing, and she remained in place on the bed, stomach
down with her legs spread, her hips lifted, while Trent kept shoving in and out of her tightness.
The burn of the intrusion in her ass had faded, or perhaps the pleasure of it had overcome the
initial pain, and she no longer wished he’d stop. Far from it. She met his thrusts eagerly, and
whimpered her delight when he reached around to circle her pulsing clit.
The bed dipped beside her, and strong arms lifted her. She found herself wedged between
Gavin and Trent, lying on her side. She leaned her head against Gavin’s chest, and sighed as
Trent stroked her hair and kissed her neck. His cock had remained in her ass, but he’d stilled his
rhythm as they moved her into this new position. Hands rubbed her up and down, and Gavin
wrapped an arm around her as she calmed down bit by bit. Her tears had dried up, but she still
soaked up the comfort they gave her, as well as the forgiveness they whispered into her ear.
She peered into Gavin’s handsome face, smiling at the man she’d once hated. She’d hated
Trent too, once upon a time. Her life had changed drastically since the day he’d carried her over
the mountain to the castle. She no longer harbored a shred of hatred for either of her mates, and
she thanked the Goddess every day for bringing the three of them together.
“You know we love you, right?” Gavin said, cupping her breast.
Her throat constricted.
Love. He’d said love!
“It’s true,” Trent said into her ear. “We love you very much.”
Gavin smiled. “Our sweetling girl. Our little human mate.”
“I love both of you too, very much,” she said, barely managing the words past her
burning throat. She pressed her lips to Gavin’s, and then leaned back to accept Trent’s tender
kiss.
What happened next was an erotic blur. Trent urged her up to straddle Gavin, keeping his
cock inside her ass the whole time. Gavin guided her down on his shaft, inch by inch, and as he
entered her pussy, she felt the fullness of Trent’s cock in her ass more acutely. She came after
Gavin lifted her up and down on his engorged length a few times, and as the powerful release
rippled through her insides, her bottom hole clenched hard around Trent’s hugeness.
After she returned to her senses, Gavin resumed lifting her up and down, making her ride
his cock. Behind her, Trent joined in the tempo of their movements. Sweat ran down her temple,
blinding her as she became lost in their bodies, and in their souls. As she found her release again,
Gavin moaned and his cock jerked inside her, his seed spurting into her depths. Just as she
recovered from the intense bliss, Trent fisted his hands in her hair, and she felt the heat of his
essence filling her ass.
Her mind hazed over, and she sighed as Gavin withdrew from her pussy. Trent released
her head and withdrew from her ass, and she fell down on the bed, no longer able to support
herself. She was spent. Devastated.
Vaguely, she was aware of a cool cloth being pressed to her head, wiping the sweat from
her eyes. Another cloth was pressed to her well-used pussy, and then her asshole, cleaning her
off. She smiled up at Gavin and Trent, grateful for their thoughtful, gentle care.
Gavin curled up next to her, pulled her close, and fell fast asleep. The rise and fall of his
chest against her back relaxed her further. Trent joined them under the sheets, and gazed quietly
into Amelia’s eyes as the fully risen sun shined through the windows, dancing across the covers.
Warmth spread through her as she began to drift off between the mates she couldn’t
imagine living a day without.
Two brothers. One of the light. One of the night.
She’d never managed to recall the rest of the song about Banded Men from her
childhood, but it didn’t matter. She knew how the story ended. With a real place to call home.
Not the ridiculously massive castle with its long hallways and hundreds of rooms, but
right here
.
Between Trent and Gavin. This was her home, sweet home.
The End
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Watching Amelia gaze at the stars in wonder gave Gavin a new appreciation for the night
sky. He held her close on the balcony off of their new bedroom, and enjoyed the simple pleasure
of sitting with her quietly in his arms. The full moon bathed her face in enchanted light, and the
stars reflected in her eyes. Eyes that revealed her every fleeting thought.
Nearly two months had passed since she’d come into their life. Now that she was here,
finally content after a rough beginning, he couldn’t imagine a night without her in his arms. It
vexed him that he couldn’t read her thoughts the way Trent could, but Gavin’s emotional and
spiritual connection to Amelia wasn’t any less. He’d learned to read her expressions, and he
loved to speak with her about anything and everything. She showed a great interest in the
traditions of his kind, as well as the many creatures of the forest which she found unusual.
“Tell me a story.” Her whisper tickled his neck.
Gavin smiled. She always asked for a story when on the verge of sleep. Happy to oblige,
he cleared his throat and began to tell her about the Mountain Trees that grew around the Willow
Lakes. The trees were as old as the world itself, and legend said the Goddess planted them before
any other plant, and before creating any living creature. To walk amongst the Mountain Trees
was to walk in the presence of the Goddess herself, and many different races—Banded, elves,
humans, and River Men—made pilgrimages to the Willow Lakes.
“Can you take me there one day?” she asked sleepily.
“One day, sweetling.”
Once she drifted off, Gavin carried her to the wide bed where Trent was sleeping. The
three of them shared a room now, and it warmed Gavin’s heart to see her snuggle up next to his
brother while she slept.
Gavin went out hunting for a few hours, and managed to shot two deer with his arrows.
He brought them to the butcher, Benja, who lived in a small stone house next to the castle. Benja
was a nocturnal too, but his brother of the light had perished in the war. The two Banded shared
a drink and spoke about the news for a while. All the nearby Banded brought their kills to Benja,
and he distributed the meat evenly between the nearby families. For this reason, Benja was a
harbinger of gossip. Today he had news about a few new matches between the River servant
girls and the Banded. Happy news, as far as Gavin was concerned.
After leaving Benja’s, Gavin returned to the castle and headed for the library. It was a
poor excuse for a library, with only a dozen books sitting on the new shelves he’d built during
the renovation of the castle. He hoped to add more, but acquiring more books required a trip to
the Banded communities beyond the mountain. Even though most Banded lived spread out, there
were a few trading posts scattered through the vast forest. The nearest one was a five-day
journey.
Gavin pushed aside his thoughts of improving the library and eyed the stack of letters that
had arrived. He’d been sending out letters in secret to the human villages, determined to reach
Amelia’s village. Sending out pigeons with letters wasn’t an exact science to the inexperienced,
but Gavin hoped to reach the correct village by chance eventually. Even though she was out of
reach from the bounty hunters who might still be seeking her, he wanted her name cleared. So
he’d sent out dozens of pigeons with the same message, telling Amelia’s story in hopes that an
elder from her village would be led to the truth.
The last letter in the pile caught Gavin’s attention. It bore the symbol of an orange sun,
the very symbol Amelia claimed represented her village. He scanned the letter, his heart
pounding in his ears.
Praise the Goddess
, he thought as he jumped from his seat.
He found Amelia and Trent where he’d left them, curled up together in the large bed, a
vision of love and dreams realized. Outside, the faintest glow of pink hovered over the trees.
Dawn was imminent, and Gavin decided his news was important enough to wake his sun-loving
brother up early. Amelia too.
He yanked the covers away and shook the bed. “Wake up,” he boomed.
Trent’s eyes shot open and he jolted upright. “What is it?”
“Wake our sweetling girl,” Gavin said, holding up the letter. “She’ll want to hear this
too.”
Trent stroked her face and planted kisses on her eyelids, trying to coax her out of sleep
gently. She responded not so gently, and smacked him away while grumbling curse words at
him. Gavin grinned at the surprised look on Trent’s face.
“What, you’ve never heard her curse before, brother?” Gavin asked.
Trent shook his head. “No. I haven’t.”
“She curses around me all the time. Why else do you think her bottom is red when you
wake her most mornings?” Gavin grinned.
“Well, I know a young lady who’s going over my knee in a bit.” Trent shook her again,
and she finally opened her eyes and sat up, glaring at them both.
“What’s going on?” She yawned innocently, as if she hadn’t just cussed at Trent.
It amused Gavin that Amelia watched her mouth more around his brother. He knew about
the incident where Trent had almost caned her, and wondered if that was the reason. Gavin
preferred to spank with his hand and had never threatened her with an implement. Perhaps if he
took his belt to her the next time she cursed at him, she’d mind her manners around him more.
“I have a letter from your village,” Gavin announced. “It clears your name, sweetling.
Beatrice confessed to the murder after questioning, and the price on your head has been lifted.”
He handed the letter over, even though he knew Amelia couldn’t read most of the words. Trent
was teaching her how to read, but it was a slow-going process.
Trent wrapped an arm around Amelia and read the letter to her, twice. Moisture shone in
her eyes, and she regarded Gavin with gratitude. “How is this possible?” she asked.
“I sent a letter to your village elders. I told them what you told us about Mrs. Embers and
Beatrice.” He paused and hoped the tears running down her face were the happy kind. “Does this