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  She bowed her head again, held her hands clenched together in front of her as she danced from foot to foot. An action that proved her fears, but even her standing up to them enough to talk this way, was an act of true courage.

  What do you think, Fane? Sayre asked, needing to have a private moment with the other male so he would know exactly where he stood before he proceeded. I do not need our mate to give up herself to be with me. I have been at the hands of the Hienial people. They try to kill what they don’t understand. They attempted to force me to admit my weakness to them. I have no desire to do the same to my mate. What say you?

  I agree. My time with the Banart left a bad taste in my mouth for such pursuits. I only wish to love our mate and give her the pleasure she deserves, while receiving the same from her. Fane growled low in his throat. What I want to know is who made our mate think so little of herself. I refuse to believe it was her sister. Is she merely shy and doesn’t know how to assert herself?

  Sayre stepped forward, slowly moving closer to her as Fane slipped around behind her. She needed to begin to trust them. This was a good first step. “Just you being yourself pleases us. Forget about what you think we need or want from you. Instead, let us pleasure you.” He reached out, picked up a lock of her hair and brought it to his face. “Even your scent pleases me.”

  Fane stepped up behind her, his chest pressed against her back. He lowered his head, his breath brushing her neck. Tendrils of hair stirred as he spoke and Sayre saw gooseflesh rise on her skin. “Be at ease, la nisa. We shall only take this as far as you are willing to go. Your needs must come first in all things.”

  She licked her lips and Sayre felt an answering surge in his cock. His balls tightened against him and he moved closer, trying to hide his reaction lest he frighten her.

  “But—but it is not fair to you.” She half turned and looked between them both. “It isn’t fair to either of you for me to take while giving nothing in return.” She bowed her head again and whispered. “I’m such a coward.”

  Sayre and Fane both shook their heads.

  “No, Laynee,” Fane responded. “You are the most courageous woman I have ever met.” He cupped her cheek and lightly pressed his lips against hers. “Giving you pleasure will please us. In this way, you will give back. If all we wanted from you was pure sex, we could get that anywhere. But you are our mate. We want more from you than mere sex.” He trailed his fingers down her arm, pressed his chest against her back. “Will you let us pleasure you?”

  Sayre stepped forward, pressed against his mate. He could feel her pebbled nipples through her robe as they pressed against his torso and it was all he could do not to drop his head and suckle them through the fabric. “Please, Laynee, let us pleasure you.”

  * * * *

  Laynee tensed, not out of fear as she would have expected but more out of nervousness. Could she really do this, really give herself sexually and emotionally to two strangers?

  Deep in her soul, she knew that she didn’t really have a choice. Her heart and her soul had called them, and if her sweaty palms, accelerated heartbeat and quivering tummy were any indication, her body wanted them to mate with her. The only question that remained was whether she had the courage to listen to her heart for a change rather than the nagging voice in her mind that always made her feel that she would never be good enough.

  She could feel the heat from Fane behind her and Sayre in front, feel their strength. She stood there, soaking in their warmth, gathering her courage around her like a winter’s cloak. It was time, time to take the first step to her future, the future she’d share with these two strong and courageous men. She only hoped they didn’t regret their decision to mate with her.

  Time passed. Seconds, minutes, she didn’t know. All she knew for sure was the longer she stood between their bodies the more her heart raced and her breasts ached. Her nipples tingled, began to sting as they grew harder. Pressed against Sayre the way she was, there was no doubt in her mind he wasn’t aware of her body’s reaction to them. Her clit twitched and her pussy ached for she knew not what. Soon, her panties would be drenched with her woman’s cream.

  Fine tremors spread over her body, firing along her nerve endings. She had no choice. Her soul burned, her body demanded. Her heart pleaded for them. “Make me yours.”

  Sayre smiled a half smile, his eyes seemed to blaze. Slowly, he raised his hands, then reached for the fastening on her robe. Rather than just rip it open, stripping off her clothes, he stopped. Waited. Was he asking permission? If she didn’t encourage them to take her now, she would probably never have the courage to do so again. “Go ahead. I want to be with you.” She turned her head toward Fane, once again gathering her courage before speaking. “I want to be with both of you and I can’t do that if I hide behind my robes.”

  She watched as Sayre’s hands trembled as he loosened the clasp at her throat. Was he nervous? She snorted causing his gaze to jump to hers. “Of course, I’m nervous. You’re my mate, Laynee. I—we—don’t want to do anything that might frighten you.”

  When her robe was naught but a pile of silken fabric on her floor, Fane wrapped his arms around her, nestled his cock against the crease of her bottom, slid one hand down her flat belly. His palm was rough. She could feel calluses along his fingers and palm and knew that he had a warrior’s hands.

  His hands lingered on the waistband of her panties. Her stomach tightened. Fane must have realized her nervousness had grown because he stopped his downward movements, pressed a kiss to her shoulder, her neck. Slowly, as though he were afraid she might protest, his fingers slipped beneath the thin fabric, through netherlips bathed with her woman’s cream, and found her clit. He pressed against it once, twice, then flicked it with his fingernail. She cried out, bucking into his hand as pleasure speared through her, sending shards of intense sensation through her entire body. By the Lady Goddess, never had she felt such sensations.

  Her thighs quivered, and even though the pleasure was intense, she knew something was missing. “You like that, don’t you, la nisa?” he whispered. She could feel his warm breath brush against her ear and another wave of heat rippled through her body. “You’re so wet, Laynee. So hot. Are you ready for Sayre to see you, mate? Are you ready for us to pleasure you, to claim you as our triad mate?” Fane’s mouth settled at the spot where her neck met her shoulder. The gentle rasp of his tongue, the sharp edge of his teeth had yet more cream running down her inner thighs. His kisses changed from gentle exploration to sucking bites and all she could do was let herself feel. Sayre’s gaze dropped to her waistband. She watched his eyes glaze in passion. She couldn’t help but drop her own gaze, watch Fane’s fingers beneath her panties working her clit harder, pressing against her in ever increasing movements.

  Laynee couldn’t look away. His touches grew unrelenting, making her whimper. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. Her heart felt like it would beat right out of her chest. Her hands dropped to her panties, clutching at his. She didn’t know whether to ask him to stop or beg him for more. She hovered on the edge of a desperate need she didn’t understand, didn’t know what to do about.”Are you ready to take these off?” Fane whispered. Once again the smoky edge to his voice made her quiver beneath his touch.

  Her voice shook as she answered, “Yes.”

  “That’s our girl,” Fane said. He pressed two fingers into her empty channel, stroked her once, twice, then withdrew. She couldn’t help but feel the loss of his touch. What was wrong with her? Why was she acting this way with them? Had her hormones finally caught up with her age, or was it these two men, her mates, that made her feel so wanton?

  Taking a deep breath, she decided to take charge, let her men know that this was her decision. Without stopping to think about it, her hands moved to her hips, slipped beneath her waistband of her panties and shoved her panties down. She heard Sayre’s gasp, watched his trembling hand reach down. His fingers trailed over the smooth skin of her woman’s mound, touched Fane’s
hand before sliding past to slip through her slick and swollen folds.

  Sayre crowded closer, so that no space seemed to separate them. It forced her attention back to his face. She dropped her gaze, winced inwardly at her cowardice before once again raising her head. She wet her lips, nervous. Would he be disgusted at what she’d done to her mound? Did he and Fane find it distasteful?

  Sayre’s eyes narrowed. “How can you think anything about you would disgust us? You are all that either of us could ever imagine for a mate.” He pulled her naked body tightly against his clothed one. Fane’s hand remained trapped between her thighs. One finger entered her, two, stroking her. Sayre’s eyes flashed. His mouth descended and covered hers. She softened—unable not to with their combined attention. Her body rested against Sayre, unconsciously submitting to both of their needs. His touch gentled and when he lifted his mouth from hers, Laynee not only saw, but felt the heat, hunger and a vulnerability she hadn’t witnessed before in any male.

  Fane stepped back, reached for her hand. “Take us to your bed, la nisa. Show us your inner sanctum.”

  Laynee nodded, unable to do anything but acquiesce to their desires. Slowly, they made their way to her room, each holding one of her hands. Did they think she would run from them? Something burned inside her. Something both frightening and unstoppable. She couldn’t run now if she wanted to, not until she knew what the burning fire in her blood meant. Not until the ache in her loins was quenched.

  She led them into her room, embarrassed by the severity of her inner haven. There were no candles to light, no silken curtains upon her windows. Only utilitarian blinds covered the illumi-glass that allowed the soft light of the triad moons of Carrillia to bathe her room in a silvery glow. The only saving grace in her stark bedroom was the mauve cover on her bed, the silken material glistened in the soft light of the moons and she sent up a soft prayer of thanks that Jayne insisted she purchase it.

  As they approached her four-poster bed, they dropped her hands. “Get on the bed, natoya. Let us love you.” She paused only long enough to take a deep breath before crawling onto her bed. Even though her nerves were shrieking at her to move, to do something, she didn’t. She just watched as her mates stopped and stood at the end of her bed. Her eyes widened as they undressed—Fane dropped the lap-blanket, Sayre shucked the silk-linen trousers that hung loose on his waist. Her heart raced and her lungs struggled to get enough air.

  When they crawled onto her feather mattress, they lay on their sides, each bracketing her. She didn’t know whether to lie flat on her back and spread her legs or reach out and touch them. Why hadn’t she asked them what they needed, what they wanted her to do? She bit her bottom lip.

  Indecision and anxiety worked their way through her hazy mind. Her gaze shifted from one masculine face to the other, looking for a hint as to what they expected. She could tell nothing from their fierce expressions. By the Lady Goddess, she was so unsure and nervous. She needed strength and courage to get through this, and she wanted more than to just get through this, she wanted to enjoy this night. Enjoy the night with her mates, her claiming night. She swallowed back her fear. “Tell me what you want me to do,” she finally whispered.

  A sexy smile stretched across Fane’s face. Her heart lurched, sped up if that were even possible. He moved forward, draping his upper body over her, his chest half covering hers. She could feel his cock hard and wet against her side. He pressed a tentative kiss to her lips, pulled back only to return to nip her bottom lip.

  Her gaze flew to Sayre, needing to know he wasn’t upset at being left out. His soul reeled with pain and she wouldn’t be the cause of any more hurt. He moved closer, seeming to understand her fear, positioning himself in the same way Fane had, hovering over her prone form. She could feel his thick cock press against her thigh and warmth spread through her as she thought about where they would want to put their large cocks.

  His hand moved to her woman’s mound, his fingers petted her netherlips before they slid slowly inside. His fingers tapped her erect clit. She gasped. Her nerve endings seemed to become charged with an energy she’d never experienced before this evening. Sayre’s smile grew naughty, his eyes glistened with heat, then he dropped his hand.

  She whimpered, feeling the loss as though a part of her heart, her soul had been taken away. “Sshh… I’m not leaving you, natoya. Never will I leave you.” Sayre leaned back, and a movement on her other side drew her attention.

  Laynee turned her head and looked into Fane’s sapphire eyes. Slowly his head lowered. His lips were soft, gentle as he kissed her. Not normally an empath, it surprised her to feel his need to shower her with tenderness, with care. His touch turned whisper soft and loving.

  Emptiness filled her when the kiss ended. She needed something, needed to feel him — them — inside her. Tears ran down her cheeks unchecked and she had no idea when they had begun or why she was even crying. Fane caressed her cheek with his rough tongue, lapping up her tears and soothing her with his gentle caress. “Ssshh, la nisa. Quiet, little warrior. All will be well. We will give you what you need.”

  * * * *

  Fane’s mouth moved from her cheek to her neck, trailing kisses down her body. The quivering slopes of her breasts drew his gaze and he became desperate to take her nipple in his mouth and suckle. His heart clenched as he imagined his cubs sucking on her breasts. He couldn’t wait until they reached Savar, combined their life forces, and impregnated their mate. To see her body swell with his cubs couldn’t come soon enough for him.

  Fane’s cock surged against her thigh seeming to understand his need to fill her with his seed. It grew wetter, spilling pre-cum. Unable to wait any longer, he latched onto a dark nipple and started suckling, aware that Sayre had latched on to its twin.

  Laynee began to squirm, her moans echoing through her bedchamber. Her fingers speared through their hair, holding them both to her as she thrashed underneath them, pressing upward against their thighs where they had her pinned. She may not understand what she was doing, but both he and Sayre knew it for what it was, an unconscious plea for them to fill her. His hand moved to pet her cunt only to find Sayre’s already there, lazily stroking her.

  Fane took a deep breath and suckled her with new fervor -- anything to keep himself from thinking about his desperate need to sink his cock into her empty pussy. This night was about her needs, not theirs. With a desperate groan he left her nipple, knowing if he stayed where he was he’d be unable to stop himself from claiming her before she was ready. He trailed his lips downward. He nudged Sayre’s hand aside then latched onto Laynee’s turgid clit.

  She squirmed, beneath his tender assault almost dislodging him. Beside him, Sayre moved up her body, holding her down as he kissed her. As she succumbed to Sayre’s passion, Fane attacked her pussy with a desperation he’d never before felt. He laved and suckled her clit before he finally burrowed into her dripping channel with his tongue, desperate that she reach fulfillment with them. He wanted her introduction to lovemaking to leaving a lasting memory.

  Minutes passed, then she screamed, sobbing out her release. Fane pulled back. He wanted to continue loving her throughout the night, to keep pleasuring her with his mouth even if it meant he could do naught but cum on the sheets.

  He gasped, his shoulders quivered as he braced himself between her shaking thighs. Her pussy glistened with her cream and his saliva. Finally, he lifted his mouth away from her woman’s mound. He needed to share with Sayre, though everything inside him rebelled at the idea. He shook his head. No. He wouldn’t start out their family unit with jealousy and strife. With one last whisper soft kiss on her sopping mound, Fane moved away, gesturing to Sayre to take his turn.

  * * * *

  Sayre moved down her lithe form, loving every smooth inch laid out before him. He never believed himself lucky enough to draw a real mate to him. He always knew his brother would find his mate. As ruler, he must. Everyone on their world was honor bound to report if they found a female wh
ose manner and DNA seemed compatible. Yet, he’d never dreamed he would find his one true mate. He never expected to find the one woman whose soul would match his, who he could love and commune with on a truly spiritual level.

  He trailed his lips over her breast to caress her smooth, flat stomach. Lingering over her middle, he laved her navel with his tongue, reveling in her soft moans and her quivering flesh. Her body squirmed beneath him as his breath stirred the glistening hairs between her legs.

  “Please,” she begged. Her hands fisted in the sheets, her head thrashing on the silken sheets as he ran his tongue over her wet slit.

  He drew the sensitive nub into his mouth and suckled. Gently pushing a finger into her virgin channel, he worked it in and out of her. Her tight pussy clasped his finger as he pushed it into her. First one, then another. One by one, he continued to push his fingers into her tight sheathe readying her for their possession. Sayre scissored his fingers and her back arched off the bed and she screamed another release. She lay on the bed panting when he raised his head. Fane sucked and fondled her breasts. Her fingers buried in his hair, she clutched him to her.

  How do you wish to proceed, Fane? he asked, working his way back up her torso.

  I don’t think I can wait, Sayre. My tiger demands to claim its mate. I fear I’ll change and it will inadvertently kill her while attacking you, if you attempt to mount her first.

  Sayre exhaled forcibly, clenching and unclenching his fists. It was a no win situation. Each of them wanted to be her first. He rubbed the back of his neck knowing that, like it or not, he must assume the less dominate part in their relationship. Fane was the head of his house, the alpha male of his clan. He could not be expected to take the submissive male role in this. There was no other choice, that role must fall to Sayre.