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  Having always been second to Dare’s alpha on his own world, it was a familiar position. One he didn’t want to continue, but he was certain that Fane would not force him into the submissive role all of the time. The other man knew his background. He must, given the nature of his genetic gifts.

  I bow to the needs of your inner beast, Fane. I won’t fight you for the honor as we both know I would win such a battle. We both must complete the ritual. There is no choice in this matter.

  Fane smiled wryly. You think you would be the victor in such a battle, blood drinker. But we shall not argue the point. Besides, I give you leave to be the first to fuck her tight ass after she becomes used to the two of us screwing her luscious cunt.

  Sayre fought the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. At least he would not be second in all things. Somehow he had known his triad mate wouldn’t be so cruel as to keep him in the submissive role permanently.

  Sayre moved to kiss her, allowing her to taste her body’s sweet cream upon his lips. His tongue rasped against the wet velvet of hers as she pulled him to her by his hair. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, loving the feel of her hard nipples rasping against his chest.

  Fane moved to position himself between her legs, rising over her to rest the thick head of his cock against the entrance to her slick channel.

  * * * *

  Laynee whimpered as Fane rose over her. When would they end this torment? Something was missing within her. Her body craved something real, something tangible. What happened next? Would they never show her? A part of her knew they must. It was surely something they wanted as well.

  She gasped when she felt Fane rest his shaft against her netherlips. He pushed forward, entering her slowly until he reached her virgin’s barrier. He raised his head and looked into her eyes.

  “You are my mate, Laynee. From this night forth you shall be known as the mate to the alpha male of the house of Gavaire. You belong to me.” His eyes changed, reflected the low light like the predator he was. “Say it. Tell me you belong with me. From this night forth, you belong to me. You shall rule by my side as my equal, mate.”

  As his equal? A part of her both rejoiced over and feared his statement. She would be his equal—their equal. Licking her lips, she cast a glance to Sayre, not wanting to leave him out. She would not be a party to hurting him, even by accident. Turning back to Fane, she stared deep into his eyes, silently asking him to include Sayre in this.

  Fane closed his eyes then amended his statement. “You belong to us, Laynee. Say it. Say you belong to Sayre and me.”

  She took a deep breath and gathered her courage. “I—I belong to you.” She shot a glance toward Sayre. “I belong to you and Sayre.” She screamed both with pain and arousal when he drove the rest of the way into her, his sac resting against her rear. The pain was intense but still bearable. He held himself deep within her unmoving to allow her body to grow accustomed to his invasion.

  Sayre’s mouth left her flesh. He blew across her breasts, her nipples tightening as the air caressed the damp peaks. She noticed the transparent barrier behind him and frowned. Reaching up to touch it, she realized it surrounded her, was a part of her and she stared at it, awed.

  Laynee stared at her new mates, looking from one to the other as she noticed the barrier surrounded them all in its protective light. Fane moved then and she forgot about everything but the sensation of his hard cock moving in and out of her. His flesh slid back and forth, the friction rubbing against an inner part of her that nearly drove her mad.

  Sayre’s hands were gentle, moving over her sensitive flesh, touching her in places she never knew could bring her such pleasure. She arched off the bed, the sensations they introduced her to almost too much for her to bear. Still Fane thrust his hard shaft within her, and Sayre kissed and fondled her breasts. Her throat worked convulsively as Fane lowered his head to suckle her right breast while Sayre suckled the left.

  She screamed another release as the two men continued to suckle her, the pleasure so intense she was sure she would die from it. Fane reached down and lifted her legs, seating himself further inside her. His cock rammed deep and she screamed again. She thrust her fingers through their hair, digging her nails into their scalps.

  “Please,” she begged again, still unsure what it was she wanted, what she needed. “It isn’t enough. I—I don’t know what—”she sobbed. “It just isn’t enough.”

  She looked at Sayre. “I need . . . more.”

  “What do you want, natoya?” Sayre kissed her lightly.

  Fane stilled over her, waiting for her to voice her needs. That was the problem. She didn’t know what she needed. The only thing she knew for certain was that what they were doing wasn’t enough. Something was missing from their lovemaking.

  “I—I don’t know.” She looked at Fane. “I only know that what you are doing isn’t enough,” she sobbed, feeling so inadequate. “I’m sorry, it just isn’t enough.”

  Fane pulled from her and she whimpered. He didn’t want her now that he knew she was some sort of weirdo. A deviant. Tears tracked down her face and she turned her head, trying to hide her mortification.

  “Go to her bathing chamber and find some lubricant, Sayre. I think I know what she needs.” He raised a brow. “If I’m correct, you won’t be left out tonight after all.” He glanced back at Laynee. “I must heal you before we continue, la nisa.” He moved down over her, lowering his head to her sex once more. “Those of my house have healing agents in their saliva. I know what you want. You will not find pleasure in what is to come if I do not heal the tearing of your barrier first.”

  Laynee groaned as he laved the stinging flesh between her legs. The sound came from deep within her. Her chest heaved as his tongue snaked inside her, laving the tender flesh. He pulled back a bit, kissing her netherlips, suckling her clit until she was mindless once again. A thick finger pushed past the tight opening of her ass. Surprisingly, it didn’t hurt. At first it was merely a bit uncomfortable. After a moment, it felt good, too good.

  Fane’s mouth still worked at healing her as he pushed another finger into her ass, then still another. Soon, she wriggled on his thick fingers, begging for more, needing to feel more. This was what she’d been missing, what she’d needed as he rammed himself inside her.

  Sayre returned from her bathroom with a bottle of the oil she used to make her skin smooth. It was the kind specifically for use on one’s netherparts. Her face burned at the thought that he knew she’d dreamt of this. Needed this.

  “It—it’s for . . .” her gaze darted around the room.

  “I know what it is for, natoya.” Sayre grinned, setting the bottle on the table next to the bed. He brushed the hair from her face and kissed her softly. “There is no need to be embarrassed, mate. It is good you are so well prepared.”

  “It’s the best oil for making sure my skin is smooth. It has no odor and I have no allergic reaction to it.” It had never given her a rash like so many other oils. She’d bought it on the suggestion of one of her coven mates. Since it was designed for use in such sensitive areas, it was less likely to cause an adverse reaction.

  Her embarrassment was so great she hadn’t noticed that Fane had stopped his ministrations. Looking at her two mates, her heart slammed against her ribs. Desire tore through her and she felt an answering moisture gather between her legs. She never dreamt she would be so lucky to attract the attention of one such male, let alone two.

  With a boldness she didn’t know she possessed, she sat up and reached out. Taking Fane’s still hard cock in her hand, she feathered her fingers over the velvety flesh. She examined it, loving the way it looked, the way she knew it could make her feel. She gasped when Sayre leaned over and took the tip of her breast in his mouth.

  Overwhelming sensation flowed through her as they both continued the assault on her senses. Soon, she forgot her curiosity as they continued to move over her, their gentle hands skimming her flesh, once again bringing her to the very ed
ge of sanity.

  Fane moved to lie on his back. Taking her hand, he brought her over him. Straddling him, she reached down and positioned herself over his massive organ, sliding herself over it like a slick glove. She groaned at the new level of penetration. Circling her pelvis, she moved over him. With his hands gripping her hips, Fane guided her movements.

  Reaching up, he pulled her head down to his, kissing her deeply. His tongue thrust into her mouth, parrying with hers and he held her, one hand in her hair, the other on the cheek of her ass, spreading her for Sayre’s invasion.

  Cool oil ran down her thighs when Sayre squirted the oil on the opening of her ass. A spear of doubt—of fear—shot through her and she almost cried out for them to stop. Instead, she pressed her lips together, refusing to disappoint either of them, or herself. She wanted this, almost as much as they did. She needed it. Deep in her soul she knew that this was meant to be.

  The white light surrounded them more closely, the light brighter, the veil between them and the bedroom thicker. It was almost as if a force field surrounded her and her lovers. Feeling the head of Sayre’s cock at her small opening, she once again gathered her courage and pushed back against him, helping him seat the thick flesh deep inside her ass.

  After he sank the length deep into her flesh, neither of them moved for a moment. Sayre, behind her, rested his head between her shoulder blades and Fane contented himself with fondling her breasts.

  It was Sayre who moved first. Slowly, he pulled out, then thrust back into her, moving even deeper than he did before. They set up a rhythm, each thrusting and counter thrusting. It soon had her screaming with ecstasy. Flames licked at her skin. Singing currents of electricity flowed through her. Her blood flowed through her veins like liquid fire as another climax gradually built within her.

  Her mind fragmented, splintered into a million pieces as another orgasm overtook her and she screamed when Sayre sank his teeth in the back of her neck. She’d never believed any of the stories she’d read about the blood drinkers. Now she knew them to be true.

  The pulse of her mates’ combined orgasms drove her over the edge once more and she collapsed onto Fane, exhausted.

  Sayre licked the crook of her neck where he’d bitten her and kissed her back. He eased his still semi-hard shaft from her ass, stood and padded from the room. He returned a while later, rolled her from atop Fane and placed a warm cloth between her legs. He gently washed the remains of their lovemaking from her and kissed her forehead.

  “Sleep mate. You are fatigued.” He placed two fingers over her mouth when she would have spoken. “There will be enough time for your questions tomorrow after you’ve rested.” He placed more soft kisses on her eyelids. “I’m so proud of you, Laynee. We both are. You are indeed courageous to put your trust in us so soon.”

  Laynee relaxed into their arms, allowing herself to drift to sleep wrapped in the warmth of her mates’ embrace.

  * * * *

  Fane left the room carrying another of her bags. She refused to leave her things behind. If they expected her to live with them they would take her things and like it. She smiled shyly at Sayre as he entered the room for another box.

  Making a detour to where she stood, he took her into his arms and kissed her deeply. “I thank you for your trust in this.”

  “It’s enough that you told me what to expect, Sayre.” She smiled and lowered her eyes. “I realize you broke some sort of rule for your people by telling me what to expect. I appreciate your trust in me as well.” She licked her lips needing to ask him about what she saw last night.

  “What was that energy field that surrounded us as we made love? I didn’t notice it until you returned from . . .” She let her voice trail off as heat bloomed in her cheeks. “Until you returned with the oil.”

  He reached up and cupped her cheek, a soft smile on his face. “It wasn’t me who made that, natoya. It was you.”

  “Me? I don’t know how to do that. Why would you say it was me?”

  “Fane and I both noticed it. We wondered if you knew you could do it. You seemed oblivious to it.” Taking her hand, he pulled her to the couch, sat and pulled her down onto his lap. “We first noticed it when you made your decision. We think it’s a protective aura you draw around yourself when you are frightened. The glowing sphere is present whenever you make the decision to do something that frightens you. I believe it is a manifestation of your powers and courage.”

  She turned to look him in the eyes. “But I have no powers and I usually have no courage. I don’t know what came over me, giving me the nerve to accept you both into my life the way I did last night.” She bowed her head, ashamed that he must know of her weakness.

  Gentle fingers under her chin lifted her head and she peered into his beautiful amber eyes.

  “Never tell me you have no courage, natoya. You have heard what Fane calls you?”

  “Yes.” She nodded. She knew la meant little. She could only guess what nisa meant. Chicken and baby came to mind.

  “It means little warrior. Even Fane has seen your courage. Do not tell us you are not courageous. You are the most courageous woman I have ever met.”

  Her mouth dropped open at his words. “It really means little warrior?”

  “Why would I lie? What could I possibly gain from it?” He nodded toward the door. “He comes now. Ask him what it means.”

  Fane stopped just inside the door. He searched the room briefly and smiled when he saw them resting on the sofa. “Mind if I join you?”

  They both shook their heads. Sayre nudged her and she licked her lips, suddenly afraid. What if Sayre didn’t really expect her to ask him, what if it did mean little chicken after all?

  She squared her shoulders and prepared herself for the worst.

  “Fane, I’d like to ask you a question about your language.”

  “Yes, la nisa,” he replied, taking her hand and bringing it to his mouth. Goddess, she didn’t know if she could think with him kissing the palm of her hand like that. It was very disconcerting. Very arousing. Her pussy clenched and her clit pulsed out a rhythm with his mouth.

  “That thing you just called me. What does it mean?”

  He raised his head and stared deep into her eyes. “Let there be no mistake, Laynee. I call you that because I both love and respect you. It is a name I felt suited you last night when you fought back your fears and accepted both Sayre and me into your life.” He leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “It means, little warrior. I call you that because you face your fears. You do not hide from them as others do. You are our little warrior.”

  Tears burned her eyes as she looked between them. “I don’t deserve you. I don’t deserve either of you.”

  “No,” they said in unison. “It is we who do not deserve you.”

  * * * *

  Three Days Later, Savar

  As Laynee followed her mates to The Hallowed Glenn she couldn’t help but feel awed and humbled. Trees unlike any she’d ever seen before, surrounded her. Their leaves shimmered in breathtaking hues of blue and purple, fascinating her. Moonbeams shone down on the tops of the trees giving the leaves an eerie mystical glow. She wanted to reach out and grasp the delicate fronds, but knew even if the moons hadn’t reached their zenith leaving little time before the ceremony must begin, she wouldn’t risk destroying such beauty by touching them just so she could ensure they were real.

  She followed behind her mates, her eyes fastened on their asses. Even beneath their black leather pants and capes, she had no trouble remembering just how firm their muscular backsides felt beneath her hands. She’d spoken with her sister on their trip to Savar, and even though Jaynee was mated to the Savari leader, she didn’t withhold answers from her as the Savari Council of Elders insisted. She knew that her mates were supposed to be wearing naught but ritual robes for the ceremony, but in deference to Fane and his position in Tigerian Society, they instead wore warrior trews and cloaks.

  Her wandering thoughts hal
ted as they stepped through the wall of trees into a clearing. Her breath caught in her lungs as she spied the stones standing in a circle in the middle of the clearing. She could feel power—ancient power—encircle her, buffeting her like a warm wind. She straightened her spine, drawing on her own strength, visualizing the aura her mates had pointed out after their first mating. She wouldn’t back down. She wouldn’t give in to fear. No longer was she the wimpy girl afraid of her own shadow. Now, she knew her own strength, her own power, and was secure in both her abilities and the love of her mates. Nothing would deter her from joining with her men, not even the ancient spirits of Savar.

  Her gaze drifted around the glen, trying to take in everything at once. A thick carpet of purple and blue leaves covered the grove inside the stone circle. An altar, marbled with veins of deep pink, stood between the two largest upright stones. Casta blooms of pink and white decorated the circle. Their star shaped buds shimmered. Their stems were braided together in a delicate rope and draped over most of the shorter standing stones, though how they could still be alive she didn’t know. Then there were the plants that she couldn’t identify.

  Towering flora of purple and pink butted up against the tallest of the stones, though they held no leaves of any kind. Instead it looked as though they were naught but colored stalks. Ferns of vibrant purple were growing in the shadow of the mystical Stones of Savar. She followed Sayre and Fane until they stopped, standing just outside the circle of stones. Their glimmering black and burgundy capes combined with their black leather trews made them appear more sinister than ever before. Though she knew in her heart they’d never hurt her, perhaps it was this place that made her shiver in fear, in dread.

  Nervous now about what would happen, even though all had been explained her to, Laynee couldn’t seem to stand still. After all, she would be making love to her mates, pleasuring them in front of witnesses. That thought should have scared her, infuriated her, knowing their lovemaking would be put on display, but instead her pussy grew wet with the thought. Her thighs trembled. Her clit grew turgid, twitching in need. What happened to the woman she used to be just four days ago? Where had the wanton woman that now dwelled within her heart come from?