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  Laynee, you know that what happens in this circle is an affirmation of your love and your trust in your mates. You are only now seeing yourself as I have always seen you. You had the strength, courage, and passion in your soul just waiting until the right time to burst forth. The love of your mates and the love you feel for them was all that was needed to show you what you’ve always been. You have much still to learn, more growing yet to do, but with Fane and Sayre by your side, you will become so much more than you can ever imagine.

  As Sayre explained to you, if you refuse them, if you show you do not trust them by not following their requests, you will forfeit your right to bond with them. You will also doom the three of you to a childless existence. You can only bear the children of these two men. To any other you are sterile.

  Sayre honored you, honored the strength he has always seen, by telling you of this ceremony though custom dictates the woman enter The Hallowed Glenn ignorant of what will occur. Don’t worry about what others will see, will think. Just enjoy this time. This is your mating night, Laynee. Blessed Be.

  Laynee closed her eyes and sighed. She knew the Lady Goddess was right. She could not worry about the others. This night was about her and her mates and the unbreakable bond they’d forge together. Once she managed to push all negative thoughts and worries aside, she opened her eyes and looked over at her two mates. Her heartbeat pounded out a rapid beat and she knew she could trust them with all the she was and would ever be. She vowed she wouldn’t let them—or herself—down. She would do everything they asked of her, anything to prove her love to them.

  Soon, cloaked figures moved from the cover of the trees, silently approaching them. Dozens of people calmly walked toward them, their faces and genders hidden by the heavy robes they wore. How long had they hidden behind the foliage, watching them? And why did the thought of them watching unseen disturb her more than the fact they’d watch her make love to her men?

  Soon, she and her mates were surrounded, encircled by the robed witnesses. As one, they reached out, clasping their hands, one to the next to the next until a circle formed around them. No one spoke, no one so much as moved once they formed their circle. In fact, only the whisper of wind through the trees and her own harsh breathing broke the unnatural silence.

  Two robed figures approached from the tree line. Ducking beneath the clasped hands, they entered the stone circle, stopping only a few feet before them. One wore a robe of red, the other green.

  Though she couldn’t see their faces, she could feel their penetrating stares, felt them searching inside her soul into the very heart of her. Even though she wore a yellow sarong that adequately covered her, she felt naked and exposed beneath their searching gaze.

  “Who petitions the council of Savar to bond with this woman?” the man wearing red asked.

  “We do, illustrious priest, druid of the Non,” Sayre answered for them both as he and Fane each reached out and grabbed her hands, pulling her to stand beside them rather than slightly behind them as custom dictated.

  The green robed figure lowered his hood. Only a slight gasp announced Laynee’s surprise when she discovered the council member was female. Apparently, Sayre hadn’t told her everything about tonight, though in his defense, he probably didn’t think the sex of the officiators important enough to mention. “Who petitions the council of Savar to bond with these men?” She stared at Laynee, waiting for an answer and the circle of witnesses stilled. Even the winds quieted in anticipation.

  Laynee stepped forward, willing strength to her body and her voice, building the aura-shield she’d learned to depend on in the short time since Sayre and Fane pointed out this particular skill she’d had and never known about. Knowing now wasn’t the appropriate time to wonder how she could have been so ignorant of her own abilities, Laynee shoved it to the back of her mind to think on later.

  Knowing she could show no doubt, no fear, she raised her voice, determined that all within hearing distance would find the truth in her vows. “I do.” The man and woman took each other’s hands and reached out to take theirs.

  She knew what came next, knew the appropriate words to say. The five of them formed a loose circle around the altar and they all began to chant the Savar Binding Spell. Everyone in the grove began chanting, giving their strength to ensure none could beak the bonds being forged between the new Triad. Sayre prepared her well for this, for what would come next. He told her the language was ancient, a rite to draw the power from the moon to bless their union, uniting the three of them together. Though she didn’t know what all the words meant, she knew enough to know they were asking for the Lady Goddess’ blessing.

  A small moonbeam filtered down from the sky, it touched Sayre, the light growing, expanding around him. The robed man and woman left the circle, still chanting as the bright glow surrounded Sayre, encompassing Laynee and Fane and the marbled stone altar. What happened next surprised her, and from Sayre’s shocked gasp and those of the witnesses, it had not been expected.

  Her own aura began to expand. The shimmering blue of her aura merged with the brilliant yellow of Sayre’s, forming a green bubble around her and her mates. A solid wall formed around them, blocking out all sound from the outside. What in the world?

  You have power within you. Together the three of you will be able to do many things never before realized. While you’re encased in this shield, the three of you can not be heard by others, and only those with magick in their blood can even see this shield. To all others, you are invisible. Now you know the truth depth of your strengths, your powers. You and your mates are necessary if the Banart plague is to be defeated before your worlds fall.

  She could feel her mates tense beside her, knew without asking they too could hear the words of the Lady Goddess. Before she could speak, she could feel the Goddess withdrawal, could feel the protective shield around them thin until it was no more.

  Once the green aura-shield disappeared, her gown appeared to shimmer beneath Savar’s Triad Moons. The fabric grew brighter. The soft yellow of the gauzy silken material seemed nearly transparent beneath the moons mystical glow. Her nipples tightened, puckering into hard peaks, begging for the touch of her mates, the feel of their tongues caressing her needy flesh. Her pussy grew wet with need. Lust and love boiled through her body, sending it aflame. Though she’d been warned the mating heat would hit her suddenly, she had not been prepared for the intensity of her need.

  As the witnesses continued to chant, she found herself swaying, her thoughts disconnected. Laynee began to feel strange, light headed, almost as though she was outside her body looking down. Rather than allowing her fears to overrule her, a strange sense of calm and expectation washed over her. The tips of her breasts began to tingle. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs. Her woman’s cream coated her thighs and instead of embarrassment, pride filled her. This cream was for her mates, proof of her desire for them. Still she stood holding the hand of each mate surrounded by their warmth. Feeling their desire envelop her as she waited for them to take her home and love her.

  As though he knew she was on the edge of climax just holding her hands, Sayre moved behind her. His hands moved to her shoulders, caressing her glowing skin. His mouth trailed damp kisses along her forehead to her temple, drifted down her cheek, until he reached the curve of her neck. Fane stepped forward and cupped her breasts, tweaking her nipples between strong fingers. She gasped, unable to stand quietly a moment longer.

  With gentle urgency, he reached up, pulled down the thin scrap of material keeping the gauzy confection on her trembling body. The sinful dress fell to the ground in a pool of silken fabric, though she could care less. All she wanted was to become one with her mates, no other concerns mattered right now. No other thoughts or worries would intrude.

  Before she could even think about the others that watched, Sayre turned her in his arms so that she faced him. His lips covered hers in desperate urgency and she was powerless to withhold her affection, opening to him.
She curled her tongue around his, dueled with him. She needed this, needed to become one with him. Fane’s hand caressed her from behind and she groaned. She need to feel him pressed against her, feel him sinking his cock into her ass as Sayre fucked her needy pussy. Her skin burned. Her heart raced. Her empty pussy ached.

  She gasped when Sayre’s fingers stroked her pussy. Gently, he parted her lips, his fingers circling her clit. His touch was light, dreamy, but never enough to send her over the edge but enough to make her beg for relief if she were allowed to speak. Once, twice, he tweaked her clit. Her legs gave out. Fane caught her from behind and lifted her to the altar. Laying her down, he gently spread her arms, securing them to the base while Sayre secured her legs.

  She watched through hooded eyes as the men stripped. The cloaks dropped to the grass, their leather trews soon followed. Her eyes widened. She licked her lips, desperate to taste their cocks, cocks that even now stood rigid, filled with their seed.

  She wriggled on the cold stone, wanting, needing their caresses. She needed to feel their thick cocks pounding into her as she screamed with completion, but she knew that first she needed to swallow their seed. They’d need to spill their seed in every orifice to prove their dominance and her trust before this evening ended.

  Fane’s strong hands stroked her inner thighs as Sayre made his way toward the head of the altar. Fane stopped, gazed deeply into her eyes then gave her a slow, heart-melting smile. She shivered beneath his gaze as driving need flared in his eyes. Out of the corner of her eyes, she watched him step over to the robed woman and take something from her hands. He quickly returned after muttering his thanks.

  He lifted his hand, showing her the silken material. A moment of panic washed over her before she quickly quelled it, knowing that she must be blindfolded for the next part of the mating ritual.

  Sayre’s voice echoed through the glen, bouncing off the mystical stones. “For the ritual you will be blindfolded. You must give yourself over to us, mind, body, and soul.”

  She swallowed nervously, then nodded her agreement. Within seconds she was shrouded in darkness, unable to see what happened around her. All she could do was wait for the next part of the ceremony.

  Just thinking about pleasuring her men, taking their thick cocks in her mouth and swallowing their seed, made her nipples harder. Rough fingers grasped a pebbled nipple between his fingers and twisted. The pleasure-pain made her groan. She bit her lip, desperate and hungry. Needy. A warm mouth covered the tip of her breast. Another mouth latched onto her other breast. She wanted to reach out, run her fingers through her mates’ hair, hold them to her, but all she could do was accept their attention.

  Fire zipped down her spine. Her woman’s cream seeped from her pussy, preparing her cunt for her mates. They didn’t tell her not to make noise. It was one rule they never tried to implement. They probably knew it would be unfair to expect her to remain silent during such an onslaught.

  Fingers delved into the moist flesh between her legs. She squirmed on the altar, raising her hips, grinding against them as she sought her release. Only a few more strokes and she would finally have sweet release. On the edge of climax, the fingers left her. Warm breath caressed her thighs and she gasped. Her flesh tingled as hot air bathed her erect clit. A warm wet tongue delved between her folds, suckled on her clit.

  She felt one of her men straddle her chest, felt a hard cock press against her lips. She knew what was required, looked forward to pleasuring her men.

  “Suck my cock, la nisa.” Fane’s voice grated was low, rough with need and desire. It made her feel powerful, strong.

  Laynee opened her mouth, wanting, no needing, to feel Fane’s cock between her lips. Even blinded, she’d know Fane’s cock, the texture of it, the length and width. She could picture it in her mind exactly. She knew his very scent. She laved the weeping slit, swirled her tongue around the head, tasting his pre-cum. When his groans became desperate pleas, she took his length between her lips, worked his cock until he reached the back of her throat.

  Sayre ate at her pussy, his mouth working between her legs like a starving man sitting before a banquet in his honor. The slurping noises echoed through the glen but she felt no embarrassment, just love. Love for her mates. She groaned as he suckled her clit, raising her hips the best she could tied down as she was.

  Fane grasped her hair, held her to him as he thrust into her mouth. She did her best to take his full length down her throat, swallowing both his cock and her pooling saliva as he drove into her mouth. She caressed him with her tongue, wishing she could reach up to fondle his sac. She wanted to show him just how much he meant to her, touch him, caress him, love him.

  Her climax grew closer and the world around them was naught but a hazy memory. Nothing existed in this grove beyond her mates. Her thighs quivered. Her back arched, desperate in her need to get closer to Sayre as he continued to lap at her cunt.

  “I’m going to cum now, la nisa.” She knew she needed to swallow his cum, take his essence into her and she did so willingly. Jets of his creamy semen shot down her throat. She gulped the thick fluid, knowing they were one step closer to becoming bound triad mates. He thrust deeply into her mouth groaning out his release before pulling his spent cock from between her lips.

  Fane climbed off her and loosened the bonds on her wrists while Sayre released her ankles. She’d give anything to remove her blindfold so she could look into her mates’ eyes, but she knew the time had not yet come. Battling back her disappointment, she waited for the next phase of the ritual.

  Once her mates had released the binding and helped her stand, they led her a few steps away. Raising her hands above her head, they secured them with the restraints that still bound her wrists. Even knowing that she would be trussed, when she hadn’t seen any sort of restraint devise when they entered the circle, she’d assumed the ritual had changed. What was she connected to?

  Her thoughts drifted away as her mates began to touch her, worship her with their hands and mouths. They nibbled on her skin, stroked her pussy and laved her nipples with their tongues. It almost seemed their hands and mouths were everywhere at once.

  She groaned deep in her throat when they both suckled the tips of her breasts into their mouths at the same time. She gasped as they both bit down, sending shards of pleasure pain straight from her abused peaks to her throbbing clit.

  Razor sharp teeth grazed her right breast, scraping her with pointed fangs and she knew it was Sayre. Fane moved around behind her, stroked her ass with the tip of one finger. Her entire being quivered in need, dripped with desire. His teeth scraped along her neck and goose bumps flared across her skin. She whimpered, tilted her head to the side to give him better access.

  “Do you submit to us, la nisa?” Fane asked.

  From in front of her, she heard Sayre suck in a breath, then his rough voice washed over her, asking her the next ritual question. “Do you lay your trust at our feet and submit to us in every way?”

  She felt no hesitation, no fear. She wanted to shout her joy, her love, but instead in as strong and honest a voice as possible, answered him. “Yes, I submit to you and Fane in every way.”

  Sayre growled and lifted her into his arms. Placing his cock at the entrance to her channel, he drove into her and she screamed.

  “You are mine, natoya. You are Fane’s. You shall forever belong to us.”

  Knowing her submission wouldn’t be complete until she agreed with his pronouncement, she swallowed before answering his silent demand. “I belong to you. I belong to Fane. From this day forward I belong to you both.”

  Behind her, Fane stretched her back hole with her own cream, preparing her for his invasion. When she was ready, he slowly entered her ass. His long, thick cock slid easily into her prepared hole. She trembled, caught on the razor’s edge of pleasure and pain as he moved within her. Closer and closer, she came to reaching her climax. Her mates stroked into her in tandem. In. Out. In. Out. Finally her pussy clenched. Her cli
t spasmed as fire and heat rushed through her body. She came again, as Sayre sank his teeth in her breast. Fane plunged his own into her neck. They continued to shaft into her as they took her blood, desperate to find their own release.

  Sayre lifted his head, swiped his tongue over her breast, and ripped his wrist open with his fangs. “Drink and we shall be one.”

  Knowing neither of her mates would ever cause her harm, she dipped her head and drank from the wound at his wrist when he pressed it to her mouth. Fane reached forward, leaning in to give his wrist to Sayre.

  Still they both surged within her, even as Sayre sank his teeth into Fane’s wrist and drank deep. When he was through, he raised Fane’s wrist to Laynee. Without hesitation, she took Fane’s essence into her mouth, swallowing the liquid that would combine their lives, their love and their species.

  Her mates surged into her body one last time. Their cocks expanded, thickened inside her already tight channel. As her mates spilled their seed into the depths of her body, Laynee came again, screaming her climax to the Lady Goddess.

  “Laynee of Carrillia, we accept you into our lives, into our blood as one,” Sayre and Fane said simultaneously. “Reach for that which is ours within you. Feel our bond, our blood flowing in your veins and embrace us. It is time. Embrace your other side, your animal side.” After unclasping her wrists, they lowered her to the ground and massaged her shoulders until the tension and trembling eased.

  When they were sure her strength had returned, they led her toward the line of trees. As they left the circle she felt another presence living inside her, growing in strength and insistence. She had an insane desire to run, to hunt, to explore the world around her. Not as a Carrillian Priestess, but as a Tigerian. Suddenly, overwhelmed with the foreign need, she ran and her mates followed. Only after they’d left everyone behind, did they stop.