Page 16 of Triplets for the Barbarians

“You were almost captured in the last two fights, it’s true,” Yossul says. “I suppose you were reminded of how truly vulnerable you really are, regardless of your own composure, of your own resolve.”

“No woman should ever have to feel this way,” I mutter, looking away for a moment. “My heart breaks for every woman out there who’s in fear for her life, for her freedom.”

“But you’re not every woman,” Yossul says and takes a step forward. Jewel, you have us—as protectors, friends, partners, and men. You have us.”

I feel my gaze being pulled in his direction. Fadai shifts slowly to stand beside him, and they’re both so close to me that I can smell their spicy cologne, their scent of pure wilderness, the raw whiff of the men they truly are. The men I have.

We look at each other for a while, my skin catching fire as I realize this is my turning point. My one and only chance to take what I’ve been offered.

What if we die in Pearl City?

Can I really go on fighting this war without ever knowing what it’s like to be with two incredible men like Yossul and Fadai? I’ve been fawning over them for years, secretly yearning for them to claim me, to make me theirs, and here they are, making themselves mine first.

“And you have me,” I say, and it feels as though a titanic weight has just been lifted off my shoulders. “You both have me.”

Fadai’s eyebrows arch upward, his lips slowly curling in the same direction. “What are you saying, Jewel?”

“I’m saying we may not survive this, and I’m done fighting my own body, my own soul,” I reply with a heavy sigh. “I’m yours.”

“Jewel, are you sure?” Yossul asks me.

“I don’t think I’ve been more sure of anything in my entire life,” I reply, then move away from them and leave the grand hall, heading straight for my room. They know what’s going to happen next and judging by the quick sound of their footsteps behind me, they’re coming.

As soon as I walk into my room, I whirl around to find Yossul and Fadai stalking toward me—tall, dark, and handsome devils, lust simmering in their eyes as the door closes behind them with a definitive thud. This has been a long time coming, and I can no longer resist it.

With trembling hands, I peel the dress off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. I stand naked and wanting before them.

“For fuck’s sake, Jewel,” Yossul groans, halfway out of his shirt. His bare chest is covered with fine scars, old injuries sustained during our previous hostile engagements. But they look beautiful to me, especially as they stretch across layers of rippling pectorals and ropes of tight abs. “Come here.”

I obey, smiling softly as I look up.

He kisses me. Hungrily. Ravenously. Desperately. I welcome his tongue over mine, his lips crushing mine as he consumes me, arms wrapping tightly around my waist. Fadai growls as he comes closer, fingers trailing up my spine. He gets behind me, his erection firmly wedged between my buttocks. I didn’t even register the moment when their clothes joined my dress on the floor, but this is it. The point of no return.

Passion explodes between us as Fadai bites my shoulder. Yossul torments me with deep kisses, lips, and tongue teasing and exploring every inch of my skin. The night whispers beyond the wide-open windows, a gentle breeze sneaking into the room along with the milky rays of Sunna’s sister moons.

I doubt we’ll have another night like this again, a night so warm and tranquil that no one and nothing can get between us.

Yossul takes hold of my breasts, kneading my flesh as his fangs graze the side of my neck. Every nip has my breath fracturing more and more while his fingers pinch my nipples tighter until I whimper and let my head fall back.

Fadai’s shoulder is there for me, his muscular frame giving me warmth and refuge while his hands travel down my sides, fingers digging into my flesh before they make their way around to the front.

“It’ll never be the same again,” Yossul warns me.

“It can’t be,” I whisper, then lick his lower lip. “I’m yours tonight.”

We all know it’s not just for tonight, but that’s a small white lie we can live with.

“You are ours for life,” Yossul says. A second later, he dives down and takes a nipple in his mouth. My legs part slowly while I let my fingers explore his big, rock-hard shoulders.

“My, my, you’re ready for us,” Fadai whispers in my ear and nibbles on the lobe in a playful manner as his hand slips between my legs, fingers quick to explore my wet folds.

He’s right. My clit is already swollen as liquid heat pools and trickles down the inside of my thighs. Yossul shifts his focus between my nipples, suckling and biting each until I’m whimpering, aching for more. Fadai’s cock feels huge, a long and monstrously thick thing deftly probing my entrance from behind.

“I need you inside me,” I say to him.

“Not yet,” Yossul replies and drops to his knees.

I barely have a second’s worth to take one last deep breath before he devours my pussy. Unlike Fadai, Yossul is a merciless beast, and I love it just as much. He eats me whole; he licks and bites and sucks on my slick folds, teasing my clit until I find myself falling over the edge.

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