Free Queens' Warriors by Mari Byrne Page B

before her, her mouth watering at the bulging flesh so readily available. But she hadn’t a clue who these two men were.
    She put up a hand hoping to, at the very least, stop their forward motion, and at the most, make them magically freeze so her mind could settle into some form of order. It didn’t work. Their forward progress continued, and her mind finally realized it would have to order her mouth to speak.
    “Wait!” Shari tried to put as much authority into the command as possible, but the word came out as barely a squeak. She tried once more.
    Doing her best to look the identical men in the eye, rather than at the more tempting objects jutting from their lower halves, she again spoke.
    “Stop!” There were still remnants of huskiness in her voice, but the volume had increased at least. Both men stopped, coming to attention as if to wait for her next command. Their lust-filled eyes remained glued to her naked form, but at least they were no longer bearing down on her.
    She cleared her throat discreetly, gathering her thoughts, then tried not to stutter her questions.
    “What have you…why are you…and those!” The questions seemed clear enough to understand in her mind as she pointed at the magnificent straining cocks the two men displayed so readily to her.
    “Just who are you?” she asked, momentarily taking her eyes away from the men to make a quick glance around the room they occupied. Finding nothing familiar, she looked to the men once again only to find them advancing once more.
    Using the voice and tone she normally would have reserved for a homicidal maniac, if she ever ran into one, Shari bellowed as loud as she could. “ Stop! ”
    Startled, the men stopped advancing.
    Composing herself as best she could, Shari took a deep breath before beginning the interrogation.
    “I’d really appreciate some answers. First, I’d like to know where we are. Second, I’d like to know who you two are. Third, and this is the important one,” she paused for a brief moment. “I want to know just who the hell took it upon themselves to take off my clothes!” She meant the last to be menacing but found instead her words sounded more indignant than threatening.
    The two smiled at her as they relaxed their stances but didn’t advance any further. Shari watched as one turned to the other and casually landed a punch.
    “Well, Kasha , I am Shan Lin and the ugly one here is my brother Vincent.” He gestured absentmindedly. “We’re in The Queendom of Aranak, and I,” he gestured to himself, “would have been the one who stripped you bare.”
    Shari watched as he reached down to his still rampant cock and stroked it as he spoke.
    “Your shanti ,” Shan Lin began, gesturing toward the bed, “was exquisite and tempted me beyond control. It was all I could do not wake you by burying myself deep inside your luscious body.” Shan Lin’s eyes began to shine slightly as Shari’s widened further.
    Vincent turned toward his brother and gave him a none too gentle nudge in his side. Shan Lin winced slightly and Shari couldn’t help but see his impressive erection twitch.
    Not privy to Shan Lin’s thoughts, Shari blinked quickly then gave her head a slight shake. There was no way she had just seen the man’s eyes glow like some cheap Hollywood special effect.
    “Look…um…” The man had said his name was…her brain had gone blank. Something to do with a Sho Lin Warrior… Wasn’t the guy’s name Kane? No, Bruce Lee…
    She rifled through her brain’s knowledge of Kung Fu legends coming up with Jackie Chan, Bruce Lee, and Mr. Miyagi from the Karate Kid movie. Limited though the knowledge was, she knew one of the two guys in front of her had a name that sounded foreign.
    “Shan Lin and Vincent…” Both men spoke up in unison as if they knew she had needed their names spoken again.
    “Yes, Shan Lin and Vincent. Right. What’s a shanti , and when did I get one?” Okay. So she’d been about to ask