Claimed Twice: A Bisexual MMF Menage

By Ellie Hunt

""We oughtn’t do this,"" he said, even as he ran one big hand over the other man’s chest.

Everyone at Dunvaig Castle knows that Angus, the blacksmith, and Thomas, the Master of Horse, are lovers, even if they've never so much as seen them touch.

Lorna, the Lord's daughter, knows that too, which is why she's permitted to be alone with Angus in his smithy. That's where she goes when she finds out she's to be married off to a lord she's never even met - Angus has always been kind and comforting to her, ever since she was a girl.

But then, when she bursts into tears in front of him and Thomas, they begin to comfort her in a different way.

She knows that she shouldn't take two lovers at once, especially her first time, but Lorna might not be able to resist these two big, burly, bisexual men.

The Blacksmith's Lovers contains explicit sexual material, including graphic descriptions of oral sex, gay anal sex, two bisexual men, an MMF threesome, squealing orgasms, cherry popping, and a whole lot more!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ellie Hunt
• Release date: Aug 25, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005746018

Ellie Hunt

Ellie is wine-loving, latte-drinking mom of three who loves her dog a little too much and her treadmill not enough.When she's not dreaming up dirty stories, she's probably supervising dance class or taking notes at a PTA meeting, where no one is the wiser about her secret writing life!

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Claimed Twice

Claimed Twice

A Bisexual MMF Menage

Ellie Hunt

Claimed Twice

A Bisexual MMF Menage

What’s wrong with it? Angus asked, frowning at the long, heavy piece of iron work Lorna had just handed him.

Mrs. MacAllan says it’s bending when she hangs the pot on it, Lorna said.

My work doesn’t bend, lass.

Take it up with her, then.

Lorna knew the castle’s blacksmith would do no such thing. He, along with everyone else on staff there, feared and respected the head cook too much to confront her directly with something as trivial as this. If she said her pot crane bent when she hung the stew over the fire on it, then the pot crane bent.

Angus took the ironwork in his big hands and turned it over and over delicately, as if it were a small wounded bird, feeling it out for ridges and bubbles, anything that might weaken it.

She says it’s bending down?

Aye.

Lorna sat herself on a stool in the little cottage. The blacksmith’s hut was made of stone and far away from the rest of the castle’s outbuildings — the better to keep the whole place from going up in flames.

Just make yourself at home, then, said Angus, half sarcastically, still inspecting the crane carefully, holding it up level with his eyes. To his right, the fire blazed, making the little building warm and sleepy.

Thank you, I will, said Lorna.

You’re bound and determined to get me in trouble with your father, aren’t you, said Angus.

Lorna blushed. She’d been coming there to watch Angus work since she was ten or so, but she caught his meaning — back then, she hadn’t been an available young noblewoman or marriageable age. A little girl could be interested in watching the castle blacksmith work, but a woman old enough to be