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  It felt as though she was going crazy. She couldn’t seem to get sex off her mind. “Whatever you did to me the last night we were together, turned me into some sort of sex-crazed hussy who can’t stand to feel a man’s hands on her skin. I’ve been hot-to-trot like a mare in heat with no stallion to scratch her itch.”

  Pierce reached out and pulled her into his arms. “Don’t worry, baby. “We’re here now. We’ll scratch your itch for you.”

  As much as she wanted to tell them to piss off, she knew she couldn’t. She loved them, damn it, and she didn’t want to live without them no matter how much she wanted to hit them at the moment.

  “I can’t.” She backed away from them both. “How can I ever trust you again?”

  “You’ll trust us if you would only give us a chance.” Vincent moved toward her, his expression sincere. “Once we’re fully mated, you’ll see into our minds. Then you will know that we speak the truth,” he said earnestly. “We love you. We have missed you. You were what kept us going this last year. Don’t tell us that you can’t forgive us. Please.”

  Mia turned away. How could she tell them to get out of her life? For the last year, she’d wished them back into her life. Every day she wanted them back. Hell, every minute of every day she had prayed for them to waltz back into her life. Was she really stupid enough to let them go again?

  A hush fell over the crowd as the preacher stood on the stage before the microphone and began the mass wedding. “Do you take each other to have and to hold…”

  “You know,” Mia said as she looked up at her two men. “I don’t need this ceremony. What I need is your ceremony. It will bind us together more surely than any human wedding.” She grabbed them both by the hand and led them through the crowd. “We’re going home and you’re going to mate me once and for all, damn it.”

  She wasn’t sure, but she thought she saw them both grin.

  “Anything you want, darlin’,” Pierce said. He was smiling. She could hear it.

  An hour later, they stood staring at each other in her bedroom. She wanted nothing more than to strip them naked and inspect every inch of their perfect bodies, but she had to know.

  “Where have you been?”

  “Max, our boss, sent us to Washington. It was supposed to be a two-day assignment. You know that.” Vincent began to pace the length of the room. “It was a trap, an ambush. They didn’t want our help. They wanted to study us. They kept us so drugged, we had no idea what was up.”

  “Hell, we didn’t even know that we could be drugged until they did it,” Pierce added. “They held us in a lab, trying to figure out what makes us stronger, faster, read minds.” He grinned. “What they didn’t expect was the safety mechanism in our blood. UV rays kill it. As you know, they don’t kill us, but the sun isn’t good for our blood.”

  “They even tried taking our blood after dark, but with the same results. We didn’t tell them that their fluorescent lights have the same effect.” He shrugged. “Why should we.” He thinned his lips, his eyes narrowing. “We went to help them understand our kind through a sharing of information, and they chose to hold us captive while they drugged us and nipped body parts for their tests.”

  “One day, one of the new, young interns told us they’d been drugging the blood she brought us.” Pierce strode to the window and stared out through the glass, his hands in his pockets. “She then informed us that she had been giving us clean blood for two days and when our heads cleared that we should act out of sorts until we were strong enough to break out. Her only stipulation was that we take her with us.”

  “They would have reprimanded her at the very least. Sooner or later someone would have figured out she helped us.” Vincent stopped pacing to lean his hip against the wall. “We took her to the island. She will get protection there. Besides,” he said with a grin. “She could very well be someone’s mate.”

  “So you’re home for good, now?”

  “Yes,” they said at the same time.

  “Max won’t send those with mates into what could potentially be a dangerous situation.” Pierce turned to face her. “And we wouldn’t accept if he tried.” He shook his head. “Not now.”

  “Because of me?” Mia hoped she was the reason. She still loved them more than was prudent, but there it was.

  “Yes, love, because of you.” Vincent moved closer. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her close. “I can’t tell you how many nights I dreamed of you.” He bent forward, burying his nose in her hair. “How many days I spent wishing I could hold you like this and smell your sweet scent.”

  “I dreamt of holding you close, kissing you behind the ear in that sweet spot that makes you whimper.” Pierce leaned down, pressing his lips to the spot just behind and below her ear. “I spent nearly every waking moment dreaming of throwing your legs over my shoulders, burying my face in your sweet-smelling cunt, and lapping up your thick cream.”

  Mia’s legs went weak and a little noise escaped her throat. Her stomach clenched and cream slid from her channel to coat her panties.

  Pierce caressed her hips, his hands moving around to cup her cheeks as Vincent pulled her close, pressing the length of his cock against her lower abdomen. He took her mouth in a rough kiss, his tongue sliding into her mouth to tangle with hers.

  Nothing could have prepared her for the white-hot heat of their touch. Over the last year, the touch of every man had left her cold. Sometimes, it even made her sick. Yet these two built a fire in her blood, their fingers scorching as they skimmed over her flesh.

  Before she knew it, she stood before them totally naked. Somehow, they had peeled every layer of clothing from her as she stood within their arms, her body reveling in the touch of their strong hands against her quivering flesh.

  Vincent stepped back and pulled his shirt over his head. Mia’s fingers itched to feel the crisp hairs on his chest, to touch the flat brown nipples and caress the rippling muscles of his abdomen.

  “Eep!” She squealed when Pierce scooped her up in his arms and held her against his bare chest. Looking up into his dark, coffee-colored eyes, she swallowed at his intense stare. “I—I love you.”

  Mia closed her eyes. She hadn’t meant to say it. Not yet. Not with everything that still hung between them. She bit her lip and watched his gaze darken as he stared at her mouth.

  “I can’t wait to feel those lush lips wrapped around my cock.” He cupped her cheek, brushing her bottom lip with his thumb.

  “I can’t wait, either,” she said breathless. It wasn’t a lie. She’d waited long enough for her men to come back into her life. Now that she had them, she didn’t know what to do first.

  “You will.” Pierce ravaged her mouth with a passionate kiss before lifting his head to stare down into her eyes.

  She swallowed thickly. Had he been talking about something else, or had he read her mind?

  “We all will wait,” he added. Our first order of business is mating you properly so we can think straight.” Pierce shook his head as though to clear it, before glancing at Vincent. “Neither of us has been able to concentrate worth a damn since our last night together. We aren’t sure, but we think we might have accidentally begun the mating process before we left.”

  “If we did, it would explain our emotions and Mia’s need for sex,” Vincent said as he moved to sit on the bed and patted a space in the middle. “It’s time to lay our mate down, Pierce. She’s the only thing I want to think about over the next few hours. Perhaps we should take the phone off the hook.”

  “Easier done than said.” Pierce grinned and swiped the phone off the night stand. It fell to the floor, its receiver out of the cradle.

  Pierce moved down between her legs. Pressing her knees apart, he crawled between her thighs, resting her legs over his shoulders the way he said he’d dreamt about.

  Mia’s stomach clenched at the sensation of his warm breath against her nether flesh, her back arching when he snaked his tongue
between her labia to stroke her clit. “Don’t tease me, Pierce. Please.” She gasped when Vincent drew one rigid nipple into his mouth while he tugged the other one to equal hardness with his experience fingers.

  Pierce pulled her labia apart and blew against her clit. Cream seeped from her channel and she groaned. She couldn’t take their teasing. Not tonight.

  “I swear on everything holy that if you two don’t get busy, I’ll kill you both.” She practically growled the words.

  Chuckling, Pierce lowered his head and shoved his tongue inside her. Using his thumb, he rubbed her clit as he meticulously sucked the cream from her channel.

  She squirmed, her breath coming in short pants. Raising her head, she glanced down at her two lovers, almost unable to believe this was real and not another frustrating dream. With a sigh, she let her head fall back onto the bed. Right now it didn’t matter. Real or not, dream or not, she could feel her climax growing closer.

  “Look at me,” Vincent said as he rose over her to look down into her face. His amber eyes glowed in the darkness, showing her how much he wanted her. They had once told her that only anger or pure uncontrollable lust could cause their eyes to glow. She had no reason to believe he was angry.

  Reaching up, she cupped his cheek with a smile as he lowered his face to hers. “I can’t believe how beautiful you are,” he said softly. His deep voice touched her in places nothing ever had. More cream slid from her channel as Pierce made a sound of appreciation and lapped it up.

  Leaning down, Vincent pressed his lips against hers, his tongue teasing her mouth open as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her fingertips digging into his hard muscles as he mimicked fucking her with his tongue.

  Her body tightened, her back arched off the bed as Pierce flicked her sensitive clit with the tip of his tongue. Every sensation, every thought zeroed in on what he was doing with his talented mouth as he sucked her clit into the moist warmth, his teeth nipping gently.

  Fire filled her middle. Her entire body trembled with anticipation as every muscle tightened and she reached for her climax. Breaths came hard and fast as Vincent moved his mouth from hers to move back to her breasts.

  One pull of his mouth on her breast and she screamed. Her breaths came hard and fast. She clenched her teeth in an effort to not beg them to fuck her again. The force of her orgasm hit her like a hurricane. Her body stiffened, her back arching off the bed as her world exploded into a million pieces.

  Mia fell back onto the bed, limp. Her body quivered with need, her pussy ached to feel one of them—and at this point, she didn’t care which—push his cock past her opening, thrusting deep inside her.

  Vincent moved over her, his cock bobbing before her face. “Suck me, love,” he said with his voice the low bass it was when he could barely contain his lust.

  Leaning up, she ran her tongue along the head, lapping up a drop of pre-cum. His cock jerked when she ran her tongue along his glans and she hit the sensitive spot on the underside of his penis.

  He tasted just the way she remembered him—a little of salt, musk and pure man. Unlike with others, she liked sucking their cocks. Mia had chalked it up to their being vampires. There was just something about them that drew their mates to them. This was one of those things.

  Vincent groaned when she opened wider and took his length inside her mouth. Pierce moved over her, his cock pressing against her vaginal opening. This was what she needed, her men here to fuck her, to take her to heights only they could. They both rammed deep at the same time, Vincent thrusting deep inside her mouth and Pierce in her clasping channel.

  She’d hoped they would come inside her. In fact, she’d counted on it, as she reached for her own orgasm, holding the base of Vincent’s cock in one hand and his sac in the other while he fucked her mouth.

  Pierce reached between them, caressing her clit. She came almost as soon as he gripped the tight bud between his thumb and fingers, jerking her off, just as surely as she did the same to Vincent while he continued to thrust inside her mouth.

  As though they had planned it, and they probably had, they both stopped, pulling out of her with a slight, wet sucking sound.

  “Climb on top of Vincent, love,” Peirce said as he crawled up her body, his lips and tongue teasing every inch of her as he moved. Slowly, his mouth took hers in a slow kiss that made her feel so sensual, so sexy that she opened her mouth to him, her fingers tangling in his soft black hair as she moaned.

  Only these two men could do this to her. Only they could satisfy her every need, and they knew it. They all knew it.

  Pierce moved to her side and helped her crawl over Vincent. This was it. This was the night when they would finally make her theirs in every way.

  Slowly, she lowered herself onto Vincent’s hard cock. He stretched her more than she remembered as he helped her ride him, his hands on her hips, lifting and lowering her over his large erection.

  Leaning forward, she licked one flat nipple, her fingers threading through the crisp blond hair that covered his chest. She knew what came next. Hell, she wanted what came next more than anything. She would finally be theirs and they would never leave her again.

  “We’re going to fuck you so well that you’ll never want another man.” Vincent growled the words, fisting her hair in his hands. The slight pain had her body singing with desire as he thrust up into her again and again.

  “I don’t want another man now,” she retorted. “I’ve been so damned horny because you two did something to me that made me need sex, but the touch of another man literally made me ill.”

  “Good,” Vincent’s words were hot against her neck.

  Warm oil coated her back hole and Mia almost groaned with anticipation. She was so hot, she leaned down and rubbed against Vincent like a cat in heat. She knew how it must look and didn’t give a damn. Right now, all she cared about was having her two mates inside her, fucking her until she couldn’t think anymore.

  Pierce stretched her hole with his fingers, first one, then two. Mia came again when he finally pushed in a third finger, thrusting them inside her, meeting Vincent’s thrusts into her clenching pussy as her climax gripped her.

  Mia collapsed on Vincent’s chest. Pierce moved behind her, pressing his cock against her anus. She didn’t have the strength to tense up. She just lay atop Vincent like an unstuffed rag doll as Pierce moved over her, his cock tunneling painlessly into her well-oiled ass.

  “Shit, you’re tight,” Peirce said with a groan between his clenched teeth. “Get ready, baby. In a minute, you’re going to come like you have never come before.”

  They both grasped her hips, their hands alternately holding her in place, lifting and then pulling her back and down as the two of them rammed their hard cocks into her. Alternately, they thrust and withdrew. Unlike before, they didn’t enter her at the same time, taking care to see that she came over and over again until they were ready to join her in their final climax of the mating.

  When they both pressed their mouths against each side of her neck, Mia knew what was coming. She closed her eyes, waiting for the bite that would finally unite them forever.

  Pain erupted into euphoria as their teeth pierced her skin. Erotic pleasure burst through her as they shared everything that they were with her. They all came together, their thrusts growing choppy as they spent themselves inside her. Immediately after, they each bit their wrists, drops of blood falling onto her skin.

  “Drink from each of us, love.” Pierce held his wrist in front of her mouth. “Once you do, you will be one of us. Hurry, before our blood soaks into your skin. We don’t want a slave.”

  Mia did as he said, bringing first Pierce’s wrist and then Vincent’s to her mouth to drink. It tasted strange, sweet and metallic at the same time. She wasn’t sure, but she thought they were helping her. She could feel them in her mind, urging her on.

  Their cocks grew hard once more and they rammed inside her until they followed her over the
edge one more time.

  Mia smiled as they positioned her between them. Her eyes closed as she drifted toward sleep. “What a Valentine’s Day.”

  “Sleep, love,” her men whispered in her ear as she dozed. “Sleep, and when you awaken you will be one of us. One of the Endowed.”

  About the Author

  Dear Reader:

  If you’re reading this, I hope it means that you’ve just enjoyed reading one of my books. Always a romantic, I started weaving little fantasies for my friends at the tender age of fifteen. Never once did I think that writing would be my dream until around 2002. After complaining to my husband that my favorite authors didn’t write fast enough, my husband asked a fateful question. “Why don’t you write one of your own while you’re waiting?”

  Once I started, he couldn’t stop me. Now, I write in the morning before work. I write during my breaks at the day job, I write at night when I should be relaxing. Heck, I’ve even been known to write in my sleep. Every member of my family has had the dubious honor of witnessing my fingers moving over the keys while I’m off in dreamland. Sometimes it even makes sense!

  I grew up in Southwest Florida where I met and married. My husband was in the Navy for twenty years, so if you wonder where I have gotten some of my ideas, I blame him. I suggest you do the same. He’s always saying he has wide shoulders. Let’s load them up, shall we?

  Currently, I live in a small town in Michigan, seven miles from the nearest grocery store. I love living out here in the country. It gives me the peace and quiet I need to continue to write these stories for you. It also shows me a lot of natural beauty that I try to share with you in my books. While my titles may be dedicated to certain individuals who have touched my life in differing ways, please remember, every one of them is written for you.

  My most recent dream is to continue what I do—to share more stories with anyone willing to read them. My new dream is to be able to pursue both my writing and my husband fulltime. Do you think he’ll run?