Free Bakra Bride by N. J. Walters

pleasure you.” Nuzzling her neck, he kissed and licked his way down over her neck, stopping at the hollow where her neck and shoulders met and biting gently.
    Jane sucked in a breath and moaned as he licked her skin, soothing the bite mark with his tongue. He playfully nipped at her collarbone as he worked his way down towards her breasts. The two soft mounds were tipped with pink nipples that begged to be tasted. So he did. One at a time, he lapped at them, pleased to see the nubs harden as her arousal grew.
    Sitting back on his knees, he pushed the furs aside and kissed her soft belly as his hands glided over her torso. He could feel her ribs as his fingers skimmed over them. She was way too thin, but that would change now that she had him to take care of her. Keeping Jane happy and healthy was now a priority.
    But right now, he had a chance to consolidate his position with her and he wasn’t about to squander the opportunity. Her breasts jiggled with every breath she took and the rosy tips were puckered and wet. With her eyes closed and her lips parted, she was a breathtaking sight.
    He slid his hands over the fronts of her thighs and then slipped them to the inside of her knees and stroked upwards again, pushing her thighs farther apart as he went. Her eyes flew open as he parted her sex with his thumbs, spreading her wide open for his inspection.
    “Your pussy is beautiful. So pink and wet and hungry.” Jane licked her lips but said nothing. “Let me taste you. Let me pleasure you.” Not giving her time to answer, he bent his head and lapped at the swollen folds of her sex.
    Jane moaned, unable to stop herself. The sight of Bador with his head between her thighs had her insides clenching tight. She was filled with a sensual yearning, but at the same time her body felt heavy and lethargic. She was barely awake when he’d started kissing her and caressing her, and her body had flamed to life immediately. But this was wrong, wasn’t it?
    Reaching down, she pushed at his head, trying to dislodge him. “Bador, we must stop. This isn’t right.”
    He raised his head and licked his lips. “Why is it not right?”
    “Well, because it’s not.” Her thoughts were muddled as she stared at his handsome face. His long blond hair was mussed and pushed over his shoulders and his eyes shimmered with desire.
    Sighing, he sat back and she almost cried out at the sudden loss she felt. But he stayed between her legs, his fingers lightly skimming her labia as he talked. It was almost impossible for her to follow what he was saying, but she struggled desperately to do so.
    “In our world, women are scarce. There is only one female born for every three males. Years ago, it was decided by the women that the brothers of a family compete for the attention of one woman and the woman chooses which one she wishes to marry.” His finger skimmed over the hard nub of nerves at the apex of her pussy and Jane’s hips jerked upward.
    Sighing, he withdrew his hand as he continued. “Each male must be allowed to mate with the woman, not only so she knows which one she prefers but also to make sure she is compatible with them all.”
    “But why?” Jane was still trying to wrap her mind around the thought that not only was it okay in this culture to sleep with several men, it was expected.
    A smile played at the corners of his mouth, but sadness tinged his eyes. “One night a week, the husband must share his wife with his brothers. He can leave them alone or the brothers can join them in bed. It is up to the couple.”
    “But that’s…that’s…” she sputtered. “That’s a threesome.”
    He nodded. “With four brothers, we have the right to claim two brides for our family. We paired off, Zaren and I together, and obviously Garrik and Jarmon together. Each pair can seek a bride. If Jarmon was healthy, our younger brothers might have challenged us for the right to try and win you. But with him so gravely injured, the competition is