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  SEX ME OUT

  TRIAD Series ô Book 5

  by

  Tianna Xander

  Bonnie Rose Leigh

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  Sex Me Out -- Triad Series -- Book 5

  Copyright © 2007 Tianna Xander and Bonnie Rose

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  SEX ME OUT

  Kiri Leran sat on her bed in shock. She daren't

  say or do anything. Poor Ryo had just fallen

  into an exhausted slumber and she didn't want to

  wake him. The poor dear needed his sleep. Yet she

  knew she would get no sleep this night, despite

  the comfort of her accommodations. Looking

  around the room, she realized the furnishings

  were expensive. At least they hadn't locked her in

  a barren cell. Still, they'd locked her in. What did

  they expect her to do, run--kill someone? No

  matter how luxurious her surroundings, a prison

  was still a prison.

  She chewed her nails, wondering when the men

  would come to claim her. Her belly clenched and

  she also wondered if she'd be able to hold down

  her last meal. How would she know her two men?

  Was the Lioni male one of them? He'd already

  made his claim at the temple. She squeezed her

  eyes shut. She didn't know if she could stand it.

  How could she welcome two men in her bed after

  all she'd already suffered? How would she ever

  keep her sanity?

  Ryo stirred behind her, whimpering. He tossed

  his head on the soft pillow and she turned to pull

  him into her arms. Kissing his forehead, she

  brushed the dirty blonde strands from his face and

  looked down into the visage of innocence. How

  could anyone not love such a face? What kind of

  animal must a person be to kill such a child,

  regardless of his parentage and the circumstances

  of his birth?

  The child was nothing like his parentage would

  suggest. She worried about that sometimes. What

  was it that made the Hienial men so hideous, so

  evil? Was it the evil within them that twisted their

  hearts and souls and made them such ugly

  creatures? Ryo was the epitome of the perfect

  child. Kind, handsome, full of love, he was perfect

  in every way. How could someone so good turn to

  something so bad, so evil?

  She inhaled deeply, loving his scent. He

  smelled of the soap and lotion she'd applied to his

  dry skin after his bath. She stayed on the bed next

  to him, holding him close and waited for the sun

  to rise. The new day would come and she would

  face her new life with courage. Nothing, no one

  could be as bad as three Hienial males. She would

  survive this and raise Ryo into the man who

  would lead his people from evil.

  She hoped.

  * * * *

  Drace Vanier stared at the door in front of him.

  Beyond the thin barrier was his mate. He knew he

  couldn't go to her yet. She certainly wouldn't

  welcome him after the abuse she'd suffered at the

  hands of the Hienials. He would need more

  patience than he'd ever needed before. The raging

  of his body wouldn't make it easy though. Just

  knowing she was aboard made him hard. Her

  scent nearly drove him wild and he feared he

  would lose control and try to force her like some

  untamed beast. He took a deep breath and held it.

  He would control his base urges, if for no other

  reason than to make his mate comfortable. His

  beast would just have to suffer, for the time being.

  His first glimpse of her had nearly unmanned

  him. He'd known the minute he laid eyes on her

  that she was his. He ran his fingers through his

  hair, frustrated that he'd have to share her. He'd

  searched worlds for her, spent endless years

  yearning for a mate of his own. What was it about

  their galaxy that females were so few and

  scattered? What horrible thing did they do to

  deserve such hardship when it came to their

  women?

  He paced away from the room, slammed his fist

  into the nearest bulkhead then sighed heavily.

  How would he ever convince the woman to accept

  him when he couldn't control his anger, his rage?

  Closing his eyes, he thought of his best friend and

  went to the nearest transport pad. Fury would

  know what to do. If not, he would give him the

  diversion he needed so badly. A few rounds of

  Pal'alshok would knock some sense into him and

  Fury was just the man to do it. He punched in the

  coordinates for the Polaris and sent himself to see

  his friend.

  He shimmered into view on the pad on the

  other ship and nodded to the guards there.

  "Where is your master?"

  "He is on the bridge, sir," the man said with a

  bow. "He knew you would come. He awaits you

  with Carrillian whiskey and game of Nos'tak."

  "Just what I need to relax." It wasn't a physical

  game, but working his mind would have a similar

  effect. He left the transport chamber and strode

  toward the nearest Trans-lift. "Deck four."

  The doors of the lift opened just outside the

  bridge and Fury stood waiting. "I knew you

  would come. I felt your uncertainty in waves. It is

  not an easy thing thinking that you must share

  your woman with another."

  "How would you know?" Drace snapped. "You

  have no woman and when yo
u do find her, you

  will most likely not have to share her with a

  stranger."

  "Do you think it would be easier to share her

  with a friend?" Fury asked, his tone clearly stating

  he knew it wouldn't be easy regardless. "Still, a

  mate shared between two men is better than no

  mate at all. Is it not?" He grinned. "Besides, just

  think, the rest of your life would be filled with

  such escapades as we have been known to have

  with the Banchal females. They do love

  threesomes. Too bad they are born immune to our

  seed. I would have chosen one of them to mate

  long ago, if it weren't for that little fact."

  Drace smiled wistfully at the memories Fury

  invoked. "If my triad mate were you, I don't think

  I would feel such revulsion to it."

  "Hmm... You think you would not." Fury led

  him onto the bridge and they sat at the gaming

  table. "Do you still wish the diversion, or would

  you rather talk?" he asked, pouring two glasses of

  the expensive sapphire drink.

  Leaning forward to accept the glass, Drace

  shrugged. "I don't think I could concentrate on the

  game now. I would surely be too easy a conquest

  for you."

  "What is your excuse any other time, old

  friend?" Fury chuckled then downed his drink in

  one large gulp. "And don't tell me you let me win

  either."

  "Back to the woman," Drace said, swirling the

  sapphire liquid in his glass. "I'm not sure I could

  share her, Fury."

  Fury sat forward in his chair, his elbows on his

  knees and gave Drace an unreadable look. "Even

  with me?"

  Drace snorted. "I think you are the only male

  that I could share her with."

  "Then perhaps it is best that I am the third in

  your triad."

  Stunned, Drace sat back in his seat and stared at

  Fury. "How can you know that when you haven't

  met her?"

  "You know I have special...abilities. You've

  always known that we were linked the moment

  our blood blended in that brawl on Truan Four.

  The minute you saw her, I knew."

  "Then why did you not say something sooner?"

  Fury snorted. "And say what exactly? That I'm

  glad you found your mate and would you hurry

  up and introduce us so I can take her to mate as

  well?"

  "I don't know. Perhaps waiting for me to come

  to you was the best thing you could have done."

  He couldn't believe the relief he felt knowing that

  Fury thought himself the third in his triad.

  "How long has she been resting now?"

  Drace glanced at his timekeeper. "About twelve

  hours. I think perhaps she's waited long enough.

  She knows I've made my claim. The waiting could

  be harder on her than the knowing."

  Fury arched an ebony brow. "It could. She

  needs to know we don't intend to force ourselves

  on her, that we're willing to give her the time she

  needs to come to trust us. The last thing she will

  want is two males falling on her in a mating rut

  after all she's been through."

  "You're right. And we should all be on the

  same ship. She needs to get to know us both."

  They stood at the same time, pushing their

  chairs back an almost identical distance.

  "We cannot allow this to come between us. We

  must both accept her and accept each other. I don't

  know about you, Drace, but I want this to work

  between us. I look forward to a lifetime of loving

  the same woman as we have done countless times

  throughout the years."

  "Perhaps our earlier escapades were in

  preparation for this very thing." Drace turned

  toward the door. "Come, let us find our mate and

  introduce ourselves."

  * * * *

  Fury instructed his people to put away the gaming

  table and whiskey then followed Drace from the

  bridge. They entered the transport chamber and

  stepped up onto the pad. Turning, they looked at

  each other then grabbed each other's forearms in a

  warrior's embrace.

  "I am honored to be your beta, old friend."

  Fury bowed his head in deference to Drace's

  superior rank. "I would have followed you in

  death. Now it is time to follow you in life."

  Drace swallowed visibly and Fury knew he had

  not made a mistake. His brother could lead their

  people without him. Damek was the eldest and

  heir. With his stable of councilors, he didn't need

  Fury as beta. He turned toward the nearest

  crewmember. "Leave me here with Drace. Take

  the ship back to my brother and his council. Tell

  him..." He paused, not wanting to hurt his

  brother. "...Tell him that I have finally found my

  place and wish him well."

  "Yes, sir," the crewman said with a salute. "As

  you will it."

  They shimmered into being on board Drace's

  ship, the Revenge, and immediately strode toward

  the woman's cabin.

  The distinct sound of battle reached them

  followed by a child's fearful cry.

  "I won't let you take him!"

  They rounded the last corner on a run. Fury

  grinned, amazed at his mate as he watched her

  brandish the legs of a chair at the crew members in

  front of her, their arms raised to deflect the

  woman's blows. Pride rushed through him when

  he saw that she was not easily intimidated. She

  fought for her cub with bravery, like any good

  lioness or mama bear.

  One of the men turned and ran to Drace when

  he saw them. "We were only going to take the boy

  to the infirmary. He's so small, the doctor wanted

  to see him, to see if he has a growth deficiency."

  "Ryo goes nowhere without me!" she snarled,

  brandishing her weapons at anyone brave enough

  to even come close to her.

  Fury drew himself up, pushed past the men

  trying to enter the room and stood in front of her

  door, his arms crossed over his chest. "Leave them

  be. If she agrees, Drace and I will escort them to

  the infirmary."

  The men turned to Drace, and at his nod,

  turned and walked away. They left Drace and

  Fury to handle the little spitfire who was their

  mate. Fury grinned and turned to face the open

  door. Bowing, he introduced himself. "Hello,

  mate. I am Fury."

  "And I'm furious. We should make a lovely

  pair," she shot back, not missing a beat. "Now, if

  you don't mind, I'd appreciate it if you would

  close the door."

  Drace followed him into the room, allowing the

  door to slide closed behind them.

  "I meant with you both on the other side."

  She gathered the boy into her arms then placed

  him behind her. She began to tremble as they both

  merely stood watching her. Tears began to stream

  down her face as she stood facing them, her back

  straight. The legs of the chair she'd broken rested

  on the bed
beside her, ready for her to make a

  hurried grab at them. Fury was determined to see

  she would never think to do so.

  "We are your mates. We thought to give you

  the opportunity to get to know us," Drace said as

  he stepped closer. "We do not wish to frighten

  you or bully you in any way."

  "Ha! Is that why you sent your men here to

  me?" She clearly didn't believe him.

  "We have no reason to lie to you, mate," Fury

  added, moving to stand beside Drace. They both

  stood and stared at her. Fury couldn't believe how

  lucky they were to have such a beautiful mate. She

  would complement them both. Her children

  would be as stunning as she, and with luck, as

  courageously ferocious.

  Fiery red hair cascaded down her back in long

  curls. Green eyes flashed up at them, accentuating

  her high cheekbones and full red lips. Everything

  about her stirred his blood, making his gut tighten

  in reaction. There was both a delicacy and strength

  in her features. Even her nose was charming. Short

  and straight, it was a perfect fit for her delicate

  face. Her short stature did nothing to make her

  seem less formidable. Her fierce love of the boy

  and her willingness to die for him made her a

  force to be reckoned with.

  Drace slowly approached them and knelt in

  front of the child. "I am Drace Vanier," he said

  holding out his hand. "I wish to be husband to

  your mother, would you allow that?"

  Fury joined him on the floor, making himself as

  small as he could so as not to frighten the toddler.

  "And I am called Fury." He chuckled when the

  boy backed up. "It is my name, boy. Not my

  disposition. What is your name?" he asked, giving

  him the smile he usually reserved for his mother,

  younger brothers and nephew. "Are you going to

  tell me your name? It isn't fair, you know. You

  now know my name and I still know nothing of

  you."

  The boy peeked out from behind his mother's

  legs. "I am called Ryo." He looked up at his

  mother, presumably for encouragement. "Mama

  says it means strong of heart."

  "That is a good name for one such as you. A

  warrior must always temper strength with

  compassion."

  "That's what Mama says." He nodded