The Brothers Ménage
Who says all fairytale princesses are cursed?
Blessed with the ability to shift on the first three days of the New Moon, Princess Daphne vows to find a romantic connection before her father locks her into a loveless, arranged marriage.
Twins Cliff and Jacob know all the animals in the forest, until they come across shifter Daphne, who appears to them in different forms before transforming into a human.
As time runs out, the brothers from the wrong side of the tracks must weigh if a lifetime with Daphne is worth sharing their own secret, and if it’ll make a difference.
The sight of her, the awareness of her proximity, caused a physical reaction. His pants grew tight, as his cock pushed against the physical confines. He shifted uncomfortably. He didn’t interact with the opposite sex much. The time would come someday, but now?
Her light voice danced through the air. Was she singing? The woman leaned over, cupping both hands and capturing water to douse her body. As she moved, he caught sight of her breasts, perfectly formed, with light-pink nipples. His tongue dried, and he ground his teeth. What was she doing here? It wasn’t safe. If he’d come upon her, anyone could.
Should he leave quietly, as to not disturb her? As he turned, his foot slipped on a squishy patch of earth, and he went down to his knee with an ugh.
“Ooooh!” she exclaimed, startled. She turned to glance behind her, and they made eye contact. Hers were as wide as a doe’s, and as deep brown.
“Don’t be frightened,” he said. He stood, brushing off his pants and hoping she didn’t see the evidence of his arousal.
Rather than cowering or covering her body, she stood, proud and graceful. He drank in the sight of her curves freely—the smallest patch of matching red hair adorned her nether regions. Her breasts rose, almost asking for a licking. What am I thinking? I’ve never done such a thing. But being this close to such a gorgeous female brought out his basest needs.
“Who are you?” she asked. “What do you want from me?”
“Nothing. No one,” he stammered. “I mean. I’m sorry. I was hunting, and I found you.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Who were you hunting? Or, what were you hunting?”
“Whatever I could find, but I thought I followed a deer out this way. I’m sorry, again. I must have mistaken you.”
As if she was the hunter and he was the prey, she approached him.