de Lune, Clair - Fiona's Two Masters [Prometheus in Chains 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Clair de Lune Page A

wondering how much longer he could keep going at the rate he was when he reached round and began to rub her clit. He rubbed until she came, shuddering and shaking in his arms as her cunt spasmed about his cock. The spasms brought on his own release and his hips bucked as his hot semen shot into the condom. She felt the heat, and he carried on pumping into her until the aftershocks ceased. She stayed still until his cock softened and he withdrew. The sun had set, but she had not seen it sink below the trees to the west of the property. Her legs were like jelly, so he had to help her up and he gathered her in his arms, petting and praising her. He kissed her long and tenderly, stroking her hair with one hand and holding her close with the other. Suddenly she tensed in his arms and he felt it.
    “What is it, my pet? What is troubling you? Surely not that Gordon.”
    “No, he’s no longer a threat to me, I know that. You and I have just fucked, and Master Alexander was not here with us. He will be angry, and maybe he won’t want me anymore, and I don’t want to come between the two of you.”
    She was getting ever more agitated as she spoke, then a deep voice she would recognise anywhere spoke, “I knew what you would be doing. I have no problem with it. Sometimes it will be both of us and sometimes just one.”
    “How will I ever keep track of whose turn it is? I don’t want one of you to have less than the other.”
    “It’s not a matter of less. If one of us isn’t there, that is no reason for the other two to have to wait. There is no jealousy here, and there will be no conflict unless you try to set one of us against the other. Whatever one does is shared with the other.”
    “No, I would never try to set one of you against the other. I don’t want to hurt either of you. I love you both equally.”
    Shocked, she put her hand over her mouth. How had that slipped out? No mention of love had been made before. They’d never said the words. She had made a mess of it now.
    She looked at them both in dismay, but they were both smiling.
    “Well,” said Master Alexander, “now isn’t that fortunate. I have just been speaking to our uncle, as he is the head of the family. As such, has the right to be informed of what Ruari and I intend to do. We want you to come back north with us. Not that it was a surprise to him or Aunt Jane.”
    “We love you, too, pet.” Master Ruari still held her close and ruffled her hair. “We wanted to wait until that man had been dealt with and you could concentrate on other things. We are returning home next week after the wedding, and we want you to come with us.”
    “Yes, Fiona, will you marry us?”
    “But I can’t marry both of you!”
    “For the rest of the world you would marry me as I am the elder by five minutes, but you would be our wife. We both want you, we love you, and we want to have a family with you. Do say you will marry us.”
    “Yes.” She couldn’t wipe the smile off her face, she was deliriously happy. “Yes, please. I will marry you. What about babies, how will we know who is the father? Won’t that be a problem for you?” she asked.
    She could see that being the cause of a whole lot of problems in the future.
    “There will be no problem about the babies. As we are identical twins, who could tell which one the father might be? We will both be fathers to our babies, and we hope there will be many of them.”
    She blushed at that. “Are you sure? I am no oil painting, and I carry scars from Gordon.”
    But she got no further as two pissed-off Doms growled at her and stated in no uncertain terms that they wished to hear no more nonsense.
    Master Alexander pulled out a box with a ring in it. It was an antique ring with a large sapphire surrounded by diamonds.
    “If it doesn’t fit, we can have it altered. It’s the engagement ring that is always given in our family to the bride of the eldest son. Master Angus had it for safekeeping. It’s been in the