
Full Moon Series -- Book 1
by
Tianna Xander
Bonnie Rose Leigh
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Sex Me Up -- Full Moon Series -- Book 1
Copyright ã 2007 Tianna Xander
ISBN: 1-55410-770-9
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To our mates...
Jaynee Mikalosa stared into the dust-covered crate she'd just opened, engrossed in the book of spells before her. She couldn't believe her find. Never had she expected to find an ancient, otherworldly spell-book in the unopened crate she'd purchased in this morning's auction. All that should have been inside were ancient Romancer Tomes.
Cautiously glancing around at the people perusing her bookshelves, she pulled the tome from the battered wooden box and set it under the counter. It wouldn't do to have that little treasure ending up in someone else's bag.
She and her coven had attempted nearly every spell known to them to bring lovers into their lives. Maybe this book from another world held the key. She waited for the last of her customers to leave, turned her sign to closed, and bolted the colorful double door.
Gazing through the Illuma-glass she peered up at the triad moons of Carrillia. Somewhere out there amongst the stars was her mate and one day she would find him. She glanced through the Book of Shadows and excitedly scanned the faded pages into the data-station behind her customer counter.
What is Earth and where would I find it? She mused. Soon she came to realize it is what the ancient off-worlders called the ground beneath their feet. She looked down at the brown Shinosh and wondered if she would have better luck if she named it Earth for her spells.
What could it hurt?
Finishing her scans, she sent copies of the new book over the airwaves to her coven mates, so they too could begin their own rituals in their quest to find a husband.
For hours, Jaynee studied the book, looking for the perfect spell. Instead, she followed the instructions included on how to write her own. She'd never attempted that before. She usually played it safe, using tried and true spells that others had perfected. But this new book told her that sometimes spells worked best when designed by the witch who would use them. Turning off the lights, she carried the book to the stairs at the back of the shop and climbed up to her small apartment.
"Fire, earth, water and air, bring to me a man who cares." She shook her head and grimaced. "Yech. That won't work."
Jaynee pondered her words, yawned and decided to sleep on it. How could she write a passable spell when she was so tired? Carrying the book with her to her bed, she gave a dejected sigh, knowing she would have to wait another month to recite it anyway. And she was never good with rhymes. It would take forever to come up with a good one. The moons would cycle this night, forcing her to wait yet another turn before the three would be in the correct alignment again.
What was one more month? It was nothing if she could finally bring her mate to her. Nothing. Still, she worried, her thoughts troubled as she drifted off to sleep.
"Earth and water, fire and air, bring me together among a pair." Jaynee woke just before the moons reached their zenith, tested the words she dreamt and made a face. It was a horrible rhyme. One she wasn't sure she could recite with a straight face, even alone. Still, what could it hurt? If like the others it didn't work, she merely had to wait another month anyway. To her way of thinking, this way she would be a month ahead. Besides, there must be some reason she awoke just moments before the three moons merged in the sky.
She ran down the stairs and out into her backyard, grabbing a bottle of wine and her ritual chalice on the way out. Nervousness and anxiety ate at her. Lifting the open bottle to her mouth, she took a few healthy belts of the ceremonial wine before making her way to the center of her garden maze.
After pouring a more than generous amount in the cup and with no preparation, no lit tapers and as some would say no common sense, she raised her eyes and hands to the sky then recited her spell.
"Earth and water, fire and air, bring me together among a pair. Eyes of amber, eyes of green, bring to me what I have seen. Hair of walnut, hair of gold, embodied as in times of old." The wine started to take effect and her words began to slur.
"Pure of honor, heart and mind, bring me the love of all time. Kind and gentle, strong and wise, let's not forget, large in size."
Jaynee burped and giggled, laughing at her slurring words. Perhaps she shouldn't have drank so much. She shrugged. Now where was I? Oh yeah. "As surely as I drink of this cup, have my lover sex me up. Oh, Great Moon Goddess, I pray to thee, bring this love here to me. As I will it, so mote it be."
The cool breeze and a rumble of thunder in the distance made her rub her arms. There must be a storm brewing. She should get inside and await her fate. Whether it would still be loneliness, or regret, she didn't know. She weaved and bobbed, stumbling, as she slowly made her way to the back door. She paused and looked into the shop. She could have sworn she saw someone standing by the front door.
She shook her head. It was most likely a window shopper. Her first customer of the day tomorrow, no doubt. She glanced at the glowing timekeeper above the door and her eyes widened. It was way past her bedtime and she needed to get up early tomorrow. There was much preparation to do for next month's attempt at drawing a mate.
She stumbled back up the stairs, heading for her bed, and fell onto it exhausted. Still, sleep refused to come. Some sense of anticipation kept her eyes from closing. The rhythmic ticking of the timekeeper on her nightstand kept her awake and staring at the mirrored ceiling over her bed. The steady hum of hovercraft passing beneath her window bothered her to no end, when usually it lulled her to sleep with certain comfort.
Only when the nightlife below her window lulled and she muted the glow of the timekeeper with her blouse, did she slip into the peaceful world of the oblivious at last.
"Where am I and why did you summon me here?" a man snarled as he grabbed her arm and dragged her from beneath the warmth of her blankets.
Jaynee squealed out a protest as he switched on her light, dragged her semi-clad form from her bed, and stood glaring at her.
"What are you doing in my room?" she demanded. Only, once she stood shivering beneath his icy glare, did she really look at the tall man in front of her. Her heart stuttered in her chest as she realized he epitomized the talk, dark, and handsome, she'd often read about in the Romancer Tomes she sold in her store.
Towering over her the way he did, wearing a scowl even a Werewolf would be terrified of, there was no mistaking the man was furious. But that didn't stop her from staring at him.
His dark hair would have hung over his shoulders if it hadn't been tied back with a thin gold band. Amber eyes glittered at her with hate and derision. Wide, muscular shoulders that looked like they'd barely fit through her door, tapered down to a narrow waist, so defined, she could see the ripples of muscles beneath his shirt. Unconsciously, she licked her lips, and he sneered his revulsion.
"If this is some trick to get me to reconsider my declaration of war, you can be sure I will not be fooled."
"W---war?" Oh, my gods! They've gone and done it! They will destroy the world!
"You know as well as I do Banart---" he said the word as if it were a curse. "The Savari are not willing to stand about with their digits up their arses while you burn us out of our homes."
"Bone-arts?" she stuttered.
"Do not play the fool with me, female! You are in no position to act the part of the innocent either." He paced the room, agitatedly running his fingers through his hair. "I must get back to my ship. How will I launch an attack if I cannot reach my people?"
Jaynee grabbed the sheet from her bed when the sound of loud footsteps sounded on the stairs. Her eyes grew round with fright as she contemplated two complete strangers traipsing about her shop and home. She glanced over at her communicator sitting idle on her nightstand and inched closer. She must call the authorities before someone got hurt.
"Oh, no you don't," the stranger said, grabbing the communicator from her trembling hands. "One friend is enough. You are not calling for reinforcements." He threw the device against the wall and it shattered into a hundred pieces.
"F---friend?" Was the man delusional? He was the one with friends.
He grabbed her, turned her around, and placed her in front of him before the bedroom door crashed open.
Wearing naught but his street rags, Lucan Maedoc stormed up the stairs, prepared to gut the person that summoned him. He'd had the perfect cover, hiding in plain sight within feet of the Carrillian Rebel headquarters. The leader of the Savari, Dare Raden, was supposed to meet with them tonight and Lucan planned to gather whatever information he could, then report back to his superiors. If it looked like Raden really meant to fight against the Banart, then he'd arrange a private meeting. But until then, he needed more information about the mysterious ruler of Savar, a mostly forested planet few even knew existed.
Just as he intercepted a transmission announcing a delay in the meeting time, he found himself transported from his post to the center of a tiny shop filled with shelves of books and naught much else. His military training immediately kicked in. He needed to ascertain his position and locate any possible enemies, before plotting his next move.
A quick reconnaissance of the shop showed no one lay in wait downstairs. In fact, nothing about this place, or the town he'd spotted outside the glass, looked familiar to him. After he checked out the loft, he needed to find a way to contact his people.
How could he determine whether or not war with Savari, as well as the Banart, was necessary if he wasn't there to actually do any spying? Whoever had pulled him out before he completed his mission, better pray he was satisfied with whatever reason they chose to give him, or they'd regret toying with national security this way.
He scanned the shop once more before heading toward the stairway behind the counter. A raised voice at the top of the building drew his attention. He tilted his head in amazement. They weren't even trying to be quiet.
Shaking his head, he started up the stairs, a stunner wand grasped in one hand, a sharp blade in the other. If someone had brought him here to slaughter him, he'd not go down without one hell of a fight.
Feeling no need to keep his entrance quiet, he took one step back and rammed the door open with his shoulder. He quickly scanned the tiny room, only spotting two people---a man and a woman. And from the look of things they weren't on the friendliest of terms. Lovers spat, maybe? They stood together, one of the man's arms wrapped around her neck, the other holding her head. Was he going to break her neck?
"Don't come any closer, Banart!"
"What?" He looked from the man to the woman and she stared back at him, perhaps trying to ask for his help with a look. He may be there unwillingly but at least he wasn't threatening to kill her. Yet. And besides, this was the perfect opportunity to find out just what type of leader Dare Raden really was.
And, looking at the man, there was no doubt in his mind that's who held the trembling woman. He looked just like his brother at rebel headquarters. The rebels would have taken the man into custody to ensure his brother's cooperation if not for the fear of the reprisal such an action would cause. Suspicious, he narrowed his eyes. How had he managed to be exactly where he needed to be when even the Carrillian Rebels didn't know why the meeting was delayed?
His gaze once again settled on the terrified woman. If he hadn't worried that an ambush might lie in wait up here, he would have taken the time to really look at her. As it was now, knowing only the three of them were in the room, he couldn't help but stare at her unusual beauty.
Hair as black as sin hung in tousled waves, curling around her heaving breasts. Her smoky grey eyes were framed by the thickest sooty black lashes he'd ever seen. Purple markings of power were etched below her eyes and across her cheeks.
His attention was drawn to her lush lips when she wet them with her tongue. He could smell her nervousness, mixed with desire, and it only served to ratchet up the lust flowing through his body. True submissiveness was born, not trained and she had the scent of a true submissive.
His cock twitched, began to grow behind the closing of his pants when Raden's forearm brushed against her breasts, making her nipples hard. He could just imagine suckling on them as he drove his cock into her cunt. By the Lady Goddess, what was wrong with him?
The new man, at least as tall as her assailant, was as fair as the man at her back was dark. His blonde hair stood up in short spikes on the top of his head. Green eyes, the color of Caba stones glittered menacingly over her shoulder at the man who threatened to do her harm.
His well-toned physique and costly weapons belied his worn clothing and she wondered if the man had recently fallen into dire straits or if he wasn't exactly what he portrayed. His expression looked too fierce, his stance overly aggressive, it made her question if he weren't more than his appearance made him seem.
Before she could think on that further, he tucked the knife behind his back and stepped closer to where she was being held.
"Let go of the female, Raden and explain where you've brought me, and why?"
"Brought you? It is you and this... this siren, who summoned me, Banart."
The light haired man shook his head, stepping even closer. Did he plan on attacking her too? Her mind spun. What was going on? Had she summoned these warriors to her last night when she cast the spell? That couldn't be right though. If this were her doing, only one man would have appeared, not two. Right? By the Lady Goddess, why were such trivial thoughts running through her mind when just the slightest squeeze by her attacker would cut off her air supply, and she'd see the three moons of Calla rise no more?
The golden man snorted in derision. "I am no Banart. I am Lucan Maedoc, a Pantari, from the planet of Pantair.
"And what do the Pantari want with the Carrillian's? I thought you were a peaceful planet."
"I was sent to spy on you, Raden. If it looked as though you were aligning yourself with the Carrillian government and the Banart, my orders were to terminate you."
"And if I'm not?"
"I'm to convince you to join the people of Pantair against the approaching Banart army."
Jaynee closed her eyes. Part of her was scared shitless. Another, bolder part of her was very aware of the two men in her bedroom. And did the one behind her call her a siren? Did that mean he thought she was attractive? She closed her eyes. Focus, Jaynee. It's the middle of the night and there are two strange men in your home. What could she do to get them out of her house?
She opened her eyes, her gaze darting around the room. "Um... there's a café down the street. Maybe you two could get to know each other there."
The man at her back let her go and pushed her away from him. She stumbled and landed on the bed. Rolling over, she looked up at the two men who now stood side by side, their trust for each other against a common enemy overruling their animosity for one another.
"You say you don't know how you got here?" the one called Dare asked the newcomer.
The other man shook his head and glanced her way, a thoughtful expression on his face. "No. I have no idea how I got here. One minute, I was standing outside the Carrillian Rebel headquarters and the next thing I knew I was downstairs standing amidst shelves full of books."
"It was the same for me," Dare said, his expression thoughtful. "One minute I was in my ship orbiting this planet, the next I was here, standing next to this woman's bed."
The blond tilted his head. "It is possible she brought us here. The power to call us is within her."
Turning toward the newcomer, the dark haired man frowned. "What do you mean?"
"The purple markings below her eyes denote her powers. If I'm not mistaken those particular tattoos mean she's one of the High Priestesses on this planet. That means she probably is not only spiritually powerful, but has psychic ability, and can communicate with people in high places---namely the Lady Goddess."
His gaze found her again. He didn't hide the fact that he was appraising her body. His amber-eyed gaze burned a trail over her flesh, pausing at her breasts until her chest burned with the effort to hold her breath. She didn't want him to think she thrust her breasts out for his inspection, though she'd wanted to do just that.
She gulped air into her lungs when he finally looked away to address the other man, Lucan. Jaynee glanced over at him, her heart stuttering at his masculine beauty. Even with his disguise, she knew him to be the epitome of masculine perfection. They both were. She swallowed around the lump in her throat when he turned his sparkling green eyes on her.
"She is a siren, isn't she?" he said, licking his lips. He looked down at himself then the corner of his mouth quirked up in a wry grin. "I don't look like much, though, do I?"
Dare grimaced and sniffed. "You don't smell like much either. Do they make you go days without a bath to go on one of these missions of yours?"
Lucan chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. "No, it's a type of cologne they've developed. We merely squirt it on and we smell like a rancid beggar."
"Cologne is not a word I would have used." Dare said holding his hand over his mouth and nose as Lucan moved closer. "Find the woman's bathing chamber and wash that shit off. You stink."
They both glanced her way in question and she pointed to her door. "Down the hall, the second door on the left. There are towels in the cabinet under the sink and a new razor in the top drawer next to the tub." She didn't bother to tell him her soap smelled of flowers. Better he found that out after it was too late. The man did smell.
Dare sat down on the chair in front of her vanity when Lucan left. "What are we to do with you?"
Visions of various sexual positions flittered through her head and he smiled as he leaned back in the chair, stretched his long legs out in front of him, and crossed them at the ankles.
"I think it's only fair to tell you that as a Savari, I can read your mind." He grinned. "Such interesting thoughts you have." He leaned back and folded his hands behind his head. "I wonder if we should share your ideas with Lucan. We could kill two birds with one stone, so to speak. Get to know and trust each other and have a good time all at once."
Jaynee's face burned. Gods, why couldn't she control her thoughts? The more the man talked, the more her mind ran rampant with the idea.
What would it feel like to have two men want her, one at her front, the other at her back? She nearly groaned with embarrassment when he moved, drawing her attention to his long legs and the bulge at his crotch. Standing, he approached her slowly. His intent was clear as he sat on the edge of the bed.
"A Savari can read the minds of others when he or she is not angry or upset. In fact," he whispered, his head dipping to where her neck and shoulder met, "we can feel every emotion, every sensation of those we're linked with."
Jaynee tried to lean away, but warm air skittered across her skin as his tongue lightly stroked her pulse point. She felt the sharp edge of his teeth nip at her skin and she jumped. What was she doing letting him be so forward with her? She didn't even know him.
You want me.
"I want you," she repeated, closing her eyes. "Hey!" Her eyes flew open. "What kind of crap is that?" She pushed at his shoulders and he chuckled.
"You have a strong mind. I like that in a woman."
He bent his head to her neck again and she closed her eyes at the fluttering sensation in her stomach. This time she leaned into him as his mouth played over her flesh. She moaned when his hand moved up her thigh to her stomach before caressing her breast. Her nipple hardened beneath his experienced hand and she tilted her head to the side to give him better access to her neck. Soon, his hand moved up to cup her cheek. He turned her face to his and lowered his lips to hers.
She groaned when his tongue slid between her parted lips and delved into the warm recesses of her mouth. Liquid warmth pooled between her legs and she squeezed her thighs together in an effort to stem the raging need she felt building within her.
He palmed the back of her head, his hand fisting in her hair. Tilting her head to the side, he nibbled his way down her neck to the vee of her nightgown. Sharp teeth scraped the sensitive skin on the upper curve of her breast and she sucked in her breath.
"What are you doing?" She curled her fingers in his hair.
"Did it hurt?" he asked, laving the slight sting with his tongue.
She shook her head. "A little. I just wondered why your teeth are so sharp."
All else was forgotten as soon as his lips closed over the tip of her breast. She fisted her hands in his hair as he drew on the hard nub, and she groaned.
Cool air kissed her flesh as he released the buttons on the front of her nightgown.
What are you doing? Her inner-self screamed as his hand moved up her thigh. You don't know this man---you can't have sex with him.
He is your destiny, a strange female voice rang through her head. He and the other are your mates, brought to you through time and space. Together you will form a triad. A three bound circle of power that will add to the power of three. We must have many such as you to bring down the Banarts. Embrace them, embrace your new life, and help the universe to survive the Banart siege.
With the last button on her gown released from its buttonhole, Dare moved his hand further up her thigh. His fingers sank into the warm moist heat of her sex and she groaned. Expert fingers circled her clit and she spread her legs, giving him more room to caress her slick flesh.
She bent her knees, further opening herself up to him. There was little else she could do. If the voice in her head was to be believed, this was for the good of all. The Banarts were an evil race, conquering everyone in their path and obliterating all who refused to comply with their doctrine.
What was one night of pure blissful sex to prove or disprove her theory? If she were merely hearing things, if this man was doing naught else but planting ideas in her head, she would still have this one night to call her own. She would still have this one night where not one, but two gorgeous men would love her. She let him ease her back onto the bed and he moved to lie beside her.
The floorboard in the hall creaked and she knew just when her other guest entered her room. If the sharp intake of his breath and heavy breathing was any indication, he was just as aroused she was. She smiled, raised her head, and held out her hand.
He dropped his towel with nothing less than a growl and approached the bed slowly. She watched him, loving the way he moved, so gracefully, like a cat. Every movement was slow, precise, as if extra movement was a waste. He lowered himself to his knees and crawled up the foot of the bed to settle between her knees.
"Is this the way of your culture, Carrillian? If so, I must commend your people on your hospitality," he said just before he lowered his head to her sex.
Jaynee screamed as the rough pad of his tongue stroked her flesh. He lapped at her, suckling her. The pleasure pain continued. He'd bring her to the edge then pull back. For what seemed hours, but were mere minutes, he tormented her by taking her to her peak then bringing her back down. Once again, he stopped, and lifted his head away from her sex. "I'll have the name of the woman I'm with."
Jaynee gasped, shocked she'd let this go on without even exchanging her name. What kind of woman was she? How could she give herself to two complete strangers this way? What was wrong with her?
He nipped her thigh. "Your name. Now."
She licked her lips, arched her back. "Jay..." Dare's teeth bit down on one nipple then laved it with his tongue, sending shards of sensation straight to her empty pussy. Again she tried to answer Lucan. "Jaynee. My name is Jaynee."
Finally, his lips circled around her clit, giving her the touch she wanted, desperately needed. Her thighs quivered. Her pulse pounded. Her hips lifted into the air in a desperate search for relief. One sharp pull on her clit, one hard draw on her breast and she came into his mouth, her cum pouring from her sex. Wave upon wave of pleasure washed through her as he continued to suckle her clit while Dare suckled and laved her breasts, alternately fondling and pinching each one in turn.
How could something feel so right and still be so wrong? She'd wished for a mate and gotten two instead. Would she be allowed to keep them, or would this only be for the night?
"Shh..." Dare whispered into her ear as he laved the outer shell. "Don't worry about such things." He chuckled softly. "It pleases me to know you brought me here with a spell. On my world, such an occurrence means the two are mated by divinity." His arms wrapped around her, holding her closer so he could whisper into her ear. She shivered when warm, moist air wafted over the nape of her neck. "Shall we complete the bonding?"
She squeezed her eyes shut. This could be naught but a dream. She had two men to love her, to please her, to send her screaming over the edge of heaven's precipice. Would she survive it? Did she really care if she would not? And if it was a dream, could she bear to wake once it was over?
Strong hands lifted her astride Dare as he lay back upon her bed. Somehow, his clothing had melted away, as if they had never been there. Never been a part of him. She straddled his lean form, her hands splaying over the rigid muscles of his chest and abdomen. His amber eyes sparkled with heat, the hunger raging inside should have burned her rather than make her feel safe, cherished.
Reaching down, he positioned himself at the entrance of her needy pussy, and flexed his hips upward, as she lowered herself over his massive sex. The feeling of being stretched so full was exquisite, beyond anything she'd ever imagined, and yet she knew something wasn't right. It wasn't enough. Even as huge as he was, he didn't fill her as she should be filled.
"Enter her from behind, Luc. She's as wet as she'll ever be and she wants this." He gazed deep into her eyes, his gaze searching. "Don't you?"
She nodded, unable to stop herself. She knew this is what she wanted, needed. Only then could she find the completeness she'd always lacked, the wholeness of spirit that she'd always missed during sex.
"Yes. God, yes. I want it. Give it to me. Give it all to me," she panted as she rode the massive cock of the man beneath her. "Fuck me in my ass, Luc."
She groaned when Dare's hands rose to her breasts and pulled on her sensitive nipples. Still she didn't know what had come over her. It was almost as though the appearance of these two men had turned her into a nymphomaniac. What would she say to them when it was over?
It will never be over, natoya. You will never be free of me. This is our mating night. You have agreed. What Luc wants is up to him, Dare whispered into her mind as she felt the ripples of another orgasm begin.
Using his fingers, Lucan traced the folds of her dripping pussy, gathering her cream and dragging it to her nether hole. Had he known in advance what was in store this night, he would have come prepared. When he knew her back entrance was sufficiently lubricated he began to stretch her ass. When she could take three fingers comfortably and began to fuck herself on them, he knew she was ready for his cock.
"Do you want to know what I feel, Jaynee? I know if I enter you now, I will never find my way out. Our people have gone too long with a shortage of women." He looked toward Dare. "If she will have me, she will belong to the both of us, thus creating a binding alliance between all our people."
With Dare's nod of acceptance, Lucan focused his attention back on his mate. Removing his fingers, he placed his cock against the opening of her ass. "Do you accept me as your mate as well?"
"Yes. Yes, oh god, yes!" she cried as he began to slide into her.
He moved slowly, his cock inching its way inside her virgin hole. He moved forward, inch by inch, until he was fully seated in her ass. Then he stilled, waiting for her to become accustomed to his cock. After a minute, she wriggled and pushed back in an attempt to heighten the sensation. When she did so, he began to move in slow even thrusts, opposite to those of her other mate.
She rode her mates, letting the overwhelming sensations carry her over the edge as they pounded inside her. Thrust after thrust they carried her over to another orgasm, and another, one after the other, until she was sure she would die from the pleasure. Her thighs ached, her pussy burned, and still they continued to fuck her as they drove toward their own climax. It seemed like hours, days even, before she saw the telltale signs of Dare's impending release.
Luc grabbed her hips, forcing his cock into her tight ass, rougher and harder than ever before. Screaming another release, she met each stroke with one of her own, pushing back and down as they drove into her, until she milked them both of their seed.
Her eyes widened when Dare's eyes began to glow and his incisors grew to sharp points. He sat up, put his arm around her back, and sank his teeth into the swell of her breast as he growled out his release. She'd heard of his kind of course blood-drinkers though no one knew from where they came. Obviously, the Savari had much reason to be secretive of their world and their people. Much prejudice and distaste surrounded them, though she'd never had such feelings herself.
Colors swirled and danced before her eyes as he drank her blood, sharing his elation, his joy at finding a mate. His cum bathed the inside of her pussy as he drove into her, filling her with his seed.
Another growl at her back had her turning her head. Luc's eyes changed. His pupils were no longer round, but elongated. His incisors lengthened, grew thicker as he bit her shoulder, holding her in a submissive pose while he released wave after pulsing wave of semen into the depths of her ass.
Jaynee collapsed then, her body spent from the multiple orgasms. She rested between the two men her spell had brought her and smiled, content as never before when they wrapped themselves around her and drifted to sleep. How one spell-book from another world could make such a difference, she had no idea. Still it had. It had not only brought her one mate, but two gorgeous men to love. Her smile dimmed a bit at the thought. They were compatible physically. After that bout of marathon sex, she had no doubt. She glanced at each of their sleeping faces. But could either of them ever love her?
Dare could feel the overwhelming tension in his new mate's body, feel her fears through the mate-bond. She vibrated with her unease, and yet, he didn't know whether to try and ease her fears or allow her to discover for herself that she could trust him with her heart. Having never had a mate before, this entire situation was not only new to her, but to him as well.
Add the fact she had two mates, not one, and he didn't know how to move forward. He knew one thing for certain---they needed to get back to his ship. Now.
He still needed to contact the Carrillian rebel's leader, Vansick Broman, but he could do that over his ship's communication terminal. He didn't need to do that in person.
What he did need to do was convince his mate and their triad partner to board his ship, Savari Dreamer, and travel with him to Savar. They needed to complete the mating ritual in the Hallowed Glenn, where all their most sacred ceremonies occurred, before the next full moon's rise. If they didn't, his mating with Jaynee would never produce any offspring of his own.
He had four days to get her and Lucan to his home world, arrange the bonding ritual, and explain to her---to them both---his people's most sacred customs. It was that last that had him worried the most. What if they couldn't handle what would be asked of them?
Shoving aside his own anxiety, Dare tightened his arms around his mate, pulling her closer, until not the tiniest of space remained between their torsos. Jaynee gasped, shifted, finally realizing he'd not been asleep as she assumed. With her pebbled nipples pressed against his chest, his cock decided it had lain silent too long, hardening to the point of pain.
Not wanting to share his mate through this bout of loving, he whispered his thoughts in Jaynee's mind. Can you take me again?
She nodded against his chest and his breath hitched. He could smell her arousal, hear her heart race, and sense the blood flowing faster in her veins. It was an aphrodisiac to his kind. This loving would both strengthen their bond and satisfy his hunger---a hunger for both her body and her blood.
Lift your leg over my hip.
Without hesitation, she lifted her leg and draped it over his hip. Perfect. His cock, already hard and weeping his seed, rubbed against the opening to her channel. He groaned when he felt her wet heat engulf the tip of his shaft. Woman, you feel like heaven, like coming home.
Slowly, knowing she had to be sore from their previous loving, he entered her. He could feel her tissues stretching, gripping his cock as he cautiously forged his way into her wet heat. The deeper he slid into her pussy, the more he believed this was meant to be. Though he'd arrived on this planet with no purpose other than to speak with the rebels, this was the true reason he was here. To be with her, to form this triad with Lucan, to join their three cultures, their three species, against a common enemy, this was what destiny had decreed would happen when he set out on this journey. Who was he to challenge that? And did he really want to?
As he seated himself fully in the wet depths of his mate, the answer blasted at him in a resounding "no". He'd never willingly give his mate up now. She was his, and his she would remain.
With excruciating slowness, he eased himself out of her pussy, leaving her body reluctantly. When only the tip of his shaft remained, he rotated his hips and entered her in one desperate lunge. He looked over Jaynee's shoulder and met Lucan's vivid green gaze, an obvious reminder that, yes, Jaynee was his mate, but she would never be solely his. He best get used to this situation soon, before feelings were hurt and tempers flared.
He loved her slowly, while he could, as Lucan rose and padded to the bathing room. He heard water running and he assumed Luc washed the evidence of the previous night from his cock. When he returned to the room, Dare did his best to hide his disappointment at having to share his mate. Just once he would like to have her to himself.
Knowing it would be best to handle this situation now, he nodded toward Lucan. Rolling them over so that Jaynee now lay on her back, he once again looked toward his triad partner. "Lucan, straddle our mate's face."
Lucan grinned. His green eyes blazed emerald fire. He quickly straddled Jaynee, leaning over her so she'd have no choice but to suck his cock. With a guttural growl, Lucan looked into their mate's eyes. "Suck my cock, mate," he ordered.
Jaynee bit down on her bottom lip, and looked up at Lucan with half-closed eyes. Both men groaned. She was a siren, just like he'd accused earlier. There was no doubt left in Dare's mind that she'd spend the rest of their very long lives driving him to distraction.
When she just continued to look from one man to the other without doing as she was told, Dare withdrew from her clasping cunt. Though he didn't want to leave her body, she needed to know that in the bedroom disobedience wouldn't be tolerated.
"Why'd you stop? Dammit, where are you going?"
The distress in Jaynee's voice did naught but make his dick harder, his need for her darker, and with a sharper edge. When Lucan turned his head and met his gaze, Dare knew Lucan understood what he intended, and from the sly grin on his face he wholeheartedly agreed with his hasty decision to show her the various ways a male---or men in this case---could erotically punish his mate.
At Lucan's nod, Dare firmed his voice. "Lucan, find something to tie her wrists and ankles to the bed columns. I want her bound for our pleasure." At Jaynee's gasp, he turned his attention to her. By the startled look in her eyes, and the rapid pulse at her throat, she didn't know how to take his announcement. What would she do once he finished giving Lucan his orders? Only one way to find out.
With as naughty a grin as he could manage, he licked his lips. When Lucan stepped away from the bed, he turned to his triad partner and added, "And Lucan, I want you to make sure the privacy safeguards and sound-shielding are in place. We don't want anyone to overhear her screams of frustration when we spend the next two hours denying her a climax for her disobedience."
"Wh---what?" she asked raising her head. She watched them dubiously, unsure if she could trust these two strange men to tie her down---even if it was one of her fondest fantasies. Her gaze followed Luc as he rummaged through her closet.
Her face burned with mortification when he reached up, brought the box down, and found her toys.
"Oh, Dare, you should see what our mate has stored in this box!"
Please, Goddess, just let a hole open up and swallow me. She pushed back, trying to sink further into the mattress beneath Dare.
He just looked down at her and grinned. "Bring them with you. They may come in handy."
"These sure will," Luc said, amidst the muffled chink of cloth-covered metal. "How could she have known to prepare for such an eventuality?" Luc grinned at her. "She must be psychic," he said, as he held up two sets of padded restraints and a pair of long silken scarves.
Jaynee squeezed her eyes shut. Please, Lady Goddess, I beg you, strike me dead now. I can't take any more of this embarrassment.
Dare leaned down to lick the underside of her breast. She fisted her hands in the sheets and stiffened up, refusing to make it easy for them to bind her.
"I don't want---" She sucked in her breath when he took her nipple into his mouth and bit down gently.
"I can't---" She gasped when Luc suckled the other into the warmth of his mouth.
The restraints fell to the mattress obviously forgotten and she relaxed. Two warm mouths pulled erotically on her breasts. Her insides melted, turned to mush, as they both worshipped her body. Two large, male hands splayed over her stomach and caressed her thighs. Her whole body quivered as they suckled and laved at her breasts.
At last she was able to trust them, to relax into their loving. She reached up and thrust her fingers through their hair, each hand savoring the silky softness of a different length, different texture. They reached up and, trailing their fingers along her sensitized flesh, tangled their fingers with hers. It felt right, this loving, this closeness. If someone had told her a day ago she would submit to a loving such as this, she would have thought them mad. Nothing in her life had ever felt so right, so good.
It wasn't until the restraints closed around her wrists that she realized what they were up to.
She pulled against them, to no avail. They were anchored at each corner of the bed. She lay on her back, both arms spread wide.
"Don't do this," she said as they each grabbed an ankle. A shaft of both fear and desire shot through her and she again tugged at her bonds.
While he secured Jaynee's leg to the post with the silken tie, Lucan couldn't help but run his hand down the satin smoothness of her thigh, until his fingers lightly gripped her ankle. Only after he made sure she couldn't slip her leg free, did he once again allow his hands to roam over her legs, her thighs. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Dare secure her other leg then he, too, began to stroke her quivering body.
The panther within him purred out his pleasure, thankful to have this chance to master his mate. Her musky scent wafted from her swollen channel and the beast inside him wanted to scream out his joy at finally having a mate. He couldn't wait to plant his cubs in her, wait to see her heavy with his children, feeding them at her breast.
Though he wasn't happy about sharing a mate with the Savari leader, he wasn't opposed to it either. Among the Pantari, triad matches were common, thus the overwhelming urge to destroy the other male didn't ride him as it would if he were of her species, a Carrillian by birth.
After meeting Dare's gaze, and seeing his subtle nod, Lucan reluctantly lifted his hand from her seductive curves. Walking to the head of the bed, he looked down at his mate, raised his eyebrows in amusement when he saw the erotic edge of both desire and fear glimmer in her eyes. He could feel her defiance, her belief that they would not truly withhold climax from her. Never before had he felt another's emotions rather than scented them. It must be a result of the triad bond forming between them.
Knowing that he needed to show her that in the bedroom he and Dare were not to be disobeyed, he stared into her eyes, letting the panther inside him rise to the surface. He could feel his eyes change shape, changing to those of the panther, his other form. His ears tingled, as he held off a full change, only allowing her to glimpse he wasn't humanoid---not entirely anyway.
His hands and arms itched as fur began to spread upon his skin. His canine teeth elongated, became fangs. A low feral growl vibrated from his chest. When her startled gasp and indrawn breath satisfied the beast within him, he halted his shift. Lucan let her see what he was capable of, but not enough to terrify her. "In the bedroom, you answer to us. You're pleasure is ours to give, not yours to take." He stopped speaking, to allow her time to let the words sink in.
Dare cleared his throat, ran his hands up her body, as he slowly made his way toward the head of the bed. Jaynee's head whipped toward her other mate, her eyes growing wider at his approach. His voice was rough when he spoke, harsh to even Lucan's ears. "When we tell you to do something in the bedroom, you are not to hesitate, not to question our demands."
Jaynee paled, her lips trembled. Her whole body began to quake. Lucan realized instantly they were throwing too much at her too quickly. He needed to set her fears at ease. He had to remember that she didn't know them yet, had no real reason to trust them. "If at any time we do something that hurts or frightens you, you need only tell us, and we'll either stop immediately or at least put you at ease. Do you understand what we're telling you?"
Out of the corner of his eye, he watched as Dare clenched his fists, obviously reluctant to even give her this much freedom. The Savari were mostly an unknown in the galaxy, their mating practices and social customs a complete mystery. He'd need to talk to Dare and make sure they were on the same page as to how to treat their mate.
He wouldn't---couldn't---allow his triad partner to scare her away with his dominance, though he could not allow Jaynee to deny submission in the bedroom either. The three of them needed to find what would work best for them as a Triad, combining the best of all their traditions if they wanted to be a functional and loving familial unit.
He watched myriad emotions flash across Jaynee's expressive face. Her gaze skittered from him to Dare and back again. Finally, she gave a jerky nod, though he could still see the fear and trepidation in her eyes. The only thing they could do at this point is show her that no harm would ever befall her by their hands.
With determination to do just that, he fisted his hands at his side and firmed his voice. When he knew he was in control, he could see Jaynee's nerves begin to fray. He climbed onto her bed, straddling her head. Looking down into his mate's eyes, he once again spoke, his voice raspy even to his own ears. "Now, you will suck my cock and swallow every drop of my seed when I cum. Dare is going to eat that luscious pussy of yours and you are not to cum."
Her eyes flashed fire, and her body tensed. "Do you understand me, mate?"
She bit down on her bottom lip and after turning her head toward Dare and back, she raised her eyes to his and swallowed. Once more, she passed her tongue over her lips as she stalled for an answer, and his cocked twitched, growing larger and thicker. Her eyes widened, though he hadn't thought it possible---they were already so large.
"Lucan is waiting for your answer, female. Best not to make him wait too long." Her head whipped toward Dare and after only a slight hesitation, she nodded. "I understand," she whispered, her voice shaky and uncertain.
His eyes never left hers as he spoke to Dare. "Dare, climb up here and make a meal out of Jaynee's cunt. And make sure you take your time to savor it, we wouldn't want her to feel as though we don't worship her, do we?"
Dare's answering growl was all the answer he needed. "Now, mate. Suck my cock. I want to feel your luscious lips wrap around my shaft, feel the strong pull as you take me down your throat, and swallow my seed."
Once more, she licked her lips. After a long moment, she lifted her head, her gaze never leaving his as she swiped the head of his weeping cock with the tip of her tongue. His entire body shuddered. The touch of her tongue lapping up his pre-cum, swirling around the head of his cock, was almost more than he could bear.
A rumbling growl vibrated in his chest. "Take it in your mouth, Jaynee. Now."
Without any hesitation this time, she wrapped her lips around his shaft. Grabbing the headboard, he leaned toward her, thrusting into her mouth to make it easier on her. He kept his movements measured and slow, even though all he really wanted to do was pound into her mouth, fuck it with an urgency he'd never before felt.
Jaynee began to squirm beneath him. Her moans vibrated against his cock, and he snapped, losing all control. He shafted into her mouth, her moans and the slurping noises of Dare going down on their mate, drove him toward his release much sooner than he wanted. His balls drew up, tingling spread up his spine and through his extremities. His thighs quivered. The pressure built and built, and at last his release boiled out of his body, flooding her mouth with ropes of thick cum. "Swallow it all, Jaynee." He could feel her shake, choking on the jets of semen pouring down her throat. Long minutes passed, longer than he ever thought possible, even though his kind were known to take a quarter of the dial at times to release all their seed during a mating.
When every drop of cum left his body, he reluctantly pulled his still hard cock from her mouth. Her lips were puffy, raw looking, and he knew he'd been too rough on her, but she hadn't protested, hadn't signaled him to stop. Even though he regretted his rough treatment, he couldn't help but feel proud of her submission, her willingness to see to his needs. Now it was time to show their compassion and see to hers.
After giving her a tender smile, he turned toward his other triad partner. "I think she's waited long enough and she's being so obedient. She needs a reward." Dropping his gaze to Dare's cock, he twisted his lips in an understanding smile. "Looks like you can use some ease as well." He raised his gaze to Dare's, watched his meaning sink in. Knowing the pair could use some alone time together and hoping for the same soon, Lucan lifted himself away from his mate.
"I'm going to take a shower and scrounge up some food, before we try to contact your ship. Why don't you both take care of your mutual..." he paused looking for the right word. He shrugged. "...problem, while I do so."
Without waiting for an answer, Lucan quickly left the room. He just hoped that Dare didn't take too long returning the favor, giving him some one-on-one time with their mate as well.
Using his telepathic abilities, Dare focused on his new-found bond with Lucan so he could establish communication with the departing man. Thank you for giving us this time.
He could feel Lucan's begrudging amusement. Just don't forget to reciprocate when time isn't so short.
Understood, Lucan. This means more to me than you can imagine.
I understand. It's how I feel as well. We will have to work this out, set aside some time where we can have her to ourselves. Now stop talking to me and make our mate cum.
Shaking his head at Lucan's attitude, Dare's gaze focused on the plump lips of Jaynee's creamy pussy. He swallowed the saliva pooling in his mouth and did his best to keep his fangs sheathed within his gums. As you command.
Turning his attention back to his mate, Dare raised his gaze. He felt Jaynee's desperate need through their bond, could feel her raging desire as her entire body quivered. He needed to make love to her soon. She couldn't lay spread out as she was for much longer, before her pleasure would turn to pain. But he could ease her just a little.
Reaching back, he untied the scarves around her ankles, allowing her some freedom. He couldn't wait to feel her legs wrap around his waist as he fucked her hard and deep. "Is that better, my mate?"
She nodded, straining against the bonds still holding her outstretched arms. He could tell she wanted to speak, to ask why he didn't release her hands as well. "You can speak freely, Jaynee. I'm sure you have many questions."
She licked her lips, heaved a sigh, then nodded. "I do. Why won't you untie me? Why tie me up at all? It's not like I'm going anywhere."
Lining up his turgid cock with her slit, Dare pretended to think about it. Slowly, he slid his shaft just inside her pussy. A gush of cream coated his dick and it was all he could do not to ram into her. But, no. He needed to maintain control, draw this out, and make it good for her.
Shaking his head at his lack of control, Dare once again met her questioning gaze. "Why? It's to draw out your pleasure, Jaynee. If all you can do is lie there, accept our touch, the sensation will be that much more extreme, your need more urgent. And when you finally are allowed to cum, the explosion will be greater and more pleasurable than you can imagine."
When she gave him a doubt-filled look, Dare had no choice but to prove her wrong, and he was about to do just that. Without any further foreplay, Dare drove into her cunt, hitting deep inside her with a single thrust. Her strangled gasp rang through the room, firing Dare's lust higher than it had ever burned before.
Jaynee couldn't believe her luck. She now had two gorgeous, dominant men to love. It had been her fondest desire to have a dominant man. She'd never dared to dream for two. She struggled against her bonds, wanting---needing---to feel the silk of his hair. Her fingers itched to score his back with her nails as he drove into her. Still she waited, knowing he would free her when he deemed it appropriate. They hadn't hurt her thus far, so she remained content to follow Dare's lead.
Grateful for the reprieve, she wrapped her legs around Dare's waist and pulled him to her, reveling in the wondrous heights his thick cock took her to. She arched her back, silently begging to feel his mouth on her flesh. Her breasts tingled with anticipation as his eyes lit up at her unspoken request. Already hard nipples turned to diamond-hard peaks, jutting up toward his lowering mouth. She groaned and quivered beneath him as he nuzzled her heated skin.
"So responsive," he breathed against her flesh. Taking her left nipple in his mouth, he suckled hungrily, laving then gently nibbling the turgid peak. She fisted her hands, pulled at her bonds and whimpered.
She needed to cum, needed a climax more than he could know. Still, he held something of himself from her. He moved slowly, almost reverently against her as she writhed beneath him. His hands slowly roved over her flesh, teasing.
"Please!" She begged. How could he be so cruel? Why did he withhold her climax this way? He said he would make her cum. When would he allow her the release she so desperately needed?
"Tell me what you want," he said, panting as he surged forward. "Tell me, Jaynee."
Her face blazed. Why did he want her to tell him? She showed him with every movement, every arch of her back, every intense moan as he moved above her and still he tortured her mercilessly.
"I need" She licked her lips and squeezed her eyes shut with mortification that she'd reached this level of need. "Ram it into me, Dare. Fuck me so hard, so deep that you'll never find your way out."
"As you wish, natoya."
He surged forward a few more times, then withdrew from her. She nearly screamed with frustration. Why was he doing this to her? Her body vibrated with the need to climax and he still toyed with her, still brought her to the very edge, and left her to sob with frustration.
She sighed with relief when he released her wrists from the bonds. She brought her hands down, rubbed her wrists for a moment, then sent her hand to her quivering cunt, seeking relief. If he wouldn't give it to her, she would see to her own climax.
"Do not, natoya," Dare said gently removing her hand from between her legs, and stood. "I will care for you. I will see to your needs." He stared deep into her eyes, his gaze compassionate. "I promise you. You will cum as you never have before."
She let him pull her from the bed, and into his arms. He drew her against him, pressing his hard body against her softer one. Dare bent, pressed his lips to hers and begged entrance to her mouth. She opened for him, reveling in the heady taste of him as the wet velvet of his tongue dueled with hers.
At last, able to give into the need to feel the silky softness, she speared her fingers through his inky hair and pulled his head to hers. She wanted nothing more than to meld with him, crawl inside him where he would keep her safe and content forever.
Gently, he pulled his lips from hers, his hands reaching up to disentangle her fingers from his hair. He kissed her knuckles and stared deep into her eyes.
"Your thoughts humble me, natoya. I also wish to keep you with me. I cannot tell you how many years I have searched for you. If you only knew how many of my people suffer with no mate. How many more go to war, becoming mercenaries to fuel their death wish, because they tire of living their life alone. You are a precious gift."
"What does that mean, Dare?" she asked, when she found her voice. "Natoya? Is that your language?" She ran her hands over his smooth chest, unable to keep herself from touching him.
He nodded, smiled, and rested his hand against her cheek. "It means many things---my heart---my love---precious gift---beloved. You are all those things to me." He dropped his gaze to her lips. "You are everything to me."
He kissed her again, his mouth trailing over her sensitized flesh to her ear and the crook of her neck. Her skin prickled with anticipation as she waited for him to sink his teeth into her once more. She needed it as surely as she needed to breathe. She needed to see to his every want, his every need.
Easily, he lifted her in his arms. "Wrap your legs around my waist."
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she complied. She was more than ready for him to take her over the edge. She screamed with frustration when he teased her first, circling her clit with his fingers, thrusting them into her empty channel. When would he let her cum? When would he allow them both a release? Surely, by now, he needed it just as much as she.
She bit her lip when the thick head of his shaft pushed against the opening of her channel. His hands on her hips guided her down. He slid into her with ease as her cream coated his shaft.
"By the Lady Goddess, you're wet, Jaynee," he breathed against her neck.
The scrape of his teeth against her flesh drove her closer to her climax. Frantic for her release, she fought his measured thrusts, needing him harder, deeper.
"Please, Dare. I need this. I need to---" the words caught in her throat when he reached between them and squeezed her clit. She screamed his name as she came, her channel clasping his cock as he continued to ram into her seeking his own release.
Turning, he laid her across the top of her dressing table. Her toiletries crashed to the floor and his frenzied thrusts drove the dressing table across the floor. Taking her legs in his hands, he drew them apart and pushed them to her chest, opening her up to his pounding cock.
Another climax crawled through her blood. A scream bubbled from her throat as he groaned above her and sank his teeth into her breast, once again sharing his elation through their newly formed bond.
He came into her. Thick jets of warm semen bathed the inside of her grasping channel. He pulled his head back, the glow in his eyes receded and he leaned down to lick the wound on her breast.
His flaccid penis slipped from her cunt, leaving her feeling empty and bereft. How would she ever function without one of them inside her? She needed him again, now. What had this mating done to her? Somehow, it changed her into a grasping woman. A nymphomaniac. A slut.
Dare smiled, still breathing heavily above her. He leaned down, lapped at her nipple, and grinned. "That is a common reaction to the semen of a Savari. That is why we rarely interact with other races. We have been named monster and sex gods, by the same people. We do not wish to war with others. We only wish our race to survive."
He ran his fingers through his hair. "We would not be here now if it weren't for the Banarts. We are forced to seek alliances with others to ensure the continuation of our race."
Dare straightened and lifted her from the dressing table. He looked down at the mess on the floor and grimaced. "I'm sorry about your broken things. I shall replace them at the first opportunity."
He carried her into the bathroom and set her on the rug. "I'll need to contact my ship after we shower. My people are going to be worried about my disappearance. I don't want them to do anything drastic."
Thirty minutes later, they strolled into the kitchen fresh from the shower. Luc looked up, glanced at their wet hair, and grinned. At least he didn't look jealous. His relief was so great, Dare almost laughed out loud.
He watched his triad mate stare appreciatively at their female. He didn't blame him. He himself could barely stop staring at her when she'd first sauntered from her closet wearing an off the shoulder clinging dress. It was blue, the color of minia flowers, draped over her body, hugging her feminine curves.
He needed to discuss this arrangement with Lucan. There was no getting around it.
Their mating triad, while not traditional for the Savari, would ensure an unbreakable bond between his people and that of Jaynee's and Luc's worlds. It must. The three worlds needed each other, whether they wished to believe that or not.
"Have you contacted your people?" he asked, taking the seat next to Luc while Jaynee poured him a cup of Jabba juice. He didn't need sustenance the way she and Luc did, but it wouldn't hurt him and, in fact, may strengthen their bond. Giving her a smile and a wink that made her blush, he took a sip of the dark juice.
"Mmm... This is good, Luc." He gave the other man a grudging salute. "You make a good cup of juice."
"It wasn't my doing," Luc grinned and shrugged. "I merely switched the pot on when I came in here." He nodded to Jaynee. "Our mate seems to be a wonderful cook."
They both glanced at her and raised their cups. "Thank you, Jaynee," they said in unison.
She blushed. Dare reached down and rubbed his crotch, already needing to bury his cock in her tight sheath again.
He glanced in Luc's direction. He noticed the pained expression on the other man's face and was relieved to see that he wasn't the only one affected by her beauty.
Luc shifted in his seat. "I contacted my people to let them know I'm fine." He tossed the communicator at Dare. "I would suggest that you do the same. Your people are threatening war against both my people and the Carillians." He gave them a rueful smile. "I don't think war between our people is in any of our best interests. Better to save our enmity for the Banarts."
Dare inhaled sharply. "You are correct in that it would not be in our people's best interest. Together we have a chance to defeat the Banarts. Divided, we shall surely fall."
Luc stood and began to pace. "On the other hand, should our people band together, we could spell the end of the marauding Banarts."
Dare nodded, strode to the corner of the room, and spoke to his people in low tones. Looking up, he pinned Jaynee with his stare.
"Where are we?" he pushed aside her gauzy curtain to peer outside. There were no obvious landmarks near. Only gray, nondescript two-story buildings with small signs surrounded her small shop.
Jaynee cleared her throat. "We are two minutes south of the timekeeper in the Carrillian City Centre Square. Shop number Oh-two-four-two."
Dare relayed the address to his people, closed the communicator and set it on the counter. He turned toward his newly acquired mates. "They're sending a transport. They want us to meet them in the square." He turned to Jaynee and raised his brow. "They will be there within the hour awaiting us. Is there anything you wish to pack?"
"Pack?" Jaynee swallowed and licked her lips. Her gaze darted nervously between them. "I don't plan to go anywhere. This is my home." She held her arms wide, as if to encompass the entire shop and dwelling. "You can't expect me to just pick up and leave."
Dare sat down at the table and sighed. He should have known it was too good to be true. He should have known this was all too easy. What if he didn't have a mate and allies after all? What if they refused him, refused his needs? If they did, he'd never have another family, children of his own. He had to try and make her understand, make them both understand.
"You don't realize what your decision means. You must return to Savar with me. If we do not complete the mating ritual on Savar within the next four days, you will doom us all."
Jaynee gasped. How could she not? "What do you mean, I doom us all?" Somehow she knew---knew with absolute certainty---that whatever he was about to tell them would change her life, would force her to do as he wanted.
She watched as he straightened in his chair, looked from her to Lucan and back. "If we don't perform the mating ritual on the night of Savar's full moons, then our mating, our true binding will never be complete. Not only will we never link as we are meant to, completely, soul to soul to soul, but having any children of this union will be an impossibility."
Pain shafted through her at the knowledge that children might not be part of their union. Always, in the back of her mind, she'd hoped for children, a home. She rose, took a step toward Dare, feeling his pain as though it were her own. Behind her, she heard Lucan's chair scrape back as he too made to rise. Apparently, neither she nor Lucan could handle seeing the crushing blow her words had wrought on this strong man.
Reaching out to him, Jaynee ran her hand down his face, using her touch to soothe the pain away. "Talk to me, Dare. Tell me what's going on." She turned her head, saw the worry in Lucan's eyes and with his slight nod of encouragement, she dropped to her knees in front of Dare. She laid her hands upon his clenched fists, trying to soothe away his tension, his pain. "Tell us," she pleaded, needing to understand, to make things right.
Dare raised his head, looking at her through haunted eyes. So much pain and weariness shadowed his face. "There are some things about the Savar that you need to understand, some things that might shock you." He looked over her shoulder. His concentration now centered on Lucan, who, had at some point, moved to kneel behind her. Luc placed his hands on her shoulders, a solid presence to lean on if she needed it. She didn't know how she knew that's why he was there, but she did. She'd have to think more on that at a more appropriate time. "Shock you both, actually."
Behind her, she could feel Lucan stiffen. Waves of tension and anger seemed to emanate from him. Was Dare talking to Lucan? Was he keeping something from her? At the thought that either man would purposely withhold information from her, something inside her snapped. She'd be damned if they'd treat her like she wasn't an equal outside of the bedroom, and best they learn that now.
"Will one of you please tell me what is going on? I don't like you talking behind my back. In fact, all you're doing is pissing me off, and an angry witch is not a good thing."
They must have sensed her outrage because as one they moved to wrap their arms around her, cocooning her in their warmth, making her feel loved and cherished. How could she stay mad at them when they worked together to thwart her anger? How could any woman remain upset when two gorgeous men focused all their attention on her, showing her with gentle touches and heated glances how they felt about her?
"I'm sorry, natoya. I never meant to leave you out," Dare whispered. She could feel the scrape of his teeth against her neck, knew he was trying to distract her from her anger. She huffed out a breath. His damned plan was working because she could barely think, never mind stay angry with him.
"I too apologize, mate," Lucan mumbled, his voice a raspy caress as he nuzzled her ear. Shivers raced up and down her spine. Her womb clenched. Her clit throbbed in need. Soon, she'd be a blubbering blob of desperate need, and then she wouldn't get any answers.
"I know what you're both doing, and this isn't going to get you out of telling me exactly what's going on." Both men stiffened, but neither moved away from her, rather, they both seemed to move even closer to her, if that were even possible. Already she could feel every muscle and ridge of their firm bodies pressed against her.
Seconds passed, and still they didn't answer, didn't tell her what she needed to know. Worry and fear evaded her mind. Her stomach seized, cramping, as horrid images of what might happen flashed through her mind. A light sheen of sweat coated her skin and her entire body began to quiver. She couldn't take much more of this unnerving silence.
Dare lightly nipped the pulse point at her neck, then sighed. When he finally raised his head and looked at her, she could see the worry in his eyes. By the Lady Goddess, what did he have to tell her that worried him so?
Against her throat, Lucan growled before lifting his head. After placing a tender kiss at her temple, he rested his chin atop her head. "Just tell her, Dare. She doesn't need you dragging this out. All you're doing is scaring her. Better she knows just what's she getting into, than find out later on."
Dare nodded, then lowered his hands. Scooting his chair back, he stood, turned away from her. Pain pierced her heart. Why would he turn away from her? Tears welled in her eyes, her hands fisted at her sides. Lucan stood, pulled her into his arms, and braced her against his chest. She watched the flex of Dare's back as he steadily moved away from her, from them. "Why do you turn your back on me? What could be so horrible that you can't look me in the eye when you tell me?"
A wave of rage washed over her and she knew it came from Dare, knew he didn't like the fact she'd called him on his cowardice. Good. Let him be mad, maybe then she'd get some straight answers.
I suggest you don't try my temper, natoya. I won't be as lenient in your punishment as I was earlier.
Go to hell, Dare.
Outraged, hurt, and disillusioned, Jaynee shrugged out of Lucan's arms and ran out of the kitchen. They'd expect her to hide in her room, to lock herself away in familiar surroundings. They didn't know her at all.
She couldn't bear to be in the same room---the same building---as the two men who claimed to want to share their lives with her. If they couldn't share the truth, couldn't be honest with her, then there was nothing more for her to hope for. Their relationship was over before it ever really began. With tears blinding her, and the aching loss and despair driving her on, she raced away from her store, from her home, and from the missing part of her heart, her soul.
She ran as far and as fast as she could, blindly running to a place where she knew she would be alone. A place where she knew she could find solace. She reached the square in record time. Usually she walked to the square, she didn't run, until now. She sat on the bench and contemplated what Dare said.
Could she just pick up and leave? She didn't know either of those men. Not really. What about her home, her shop? And what would happen if things didn't work out between them? She would have nowhere to go, nothing to do.
She wiped her damp hands on her legs. Such a decision couldn't be made in day. It was unfair for him to think she could do so. Something this huge, took months to decide. Yet, according to Dare, she no longer had months. She had days to make such a momentous decision. Days spent aboard a stranger's ship, living by his people's rules and laws. What if she made the worst decision of her life?
Jaynee rested her head in her hands and finally gave in to the urge to cry. A life without Dare, Lucan and children, or facing the unknown with two men she barely knew. What kind of choice was that?
She felt two people sit down next to her on the bench. Knew without looking who had joined her. Besides, she knew Dare's and Luc's scents already. It was ingrained in her mind, like the scents her mother and father always wore. She refused to look up. Refused to acknowledge they sat next to her on the bench. Her whole body quivered with need for these two men. She literally shook with the desire to couple with them both again. When had she lost control over her own body?
"I can't go with you, Dare," she said. At last she had come to a decision on this. There, she'd told him. Now he knew she couldn't go with him to his planet. She would stay here alone, or perhaps she could convince Luc to stay with her.
Dare sighed and shook his head. "I wish you had not just said that."
He stood and moved to the side and she felt bereft. How could his absence be so heartrending? What would it be like after he left her here?
"Take her to the transport and hurry up about it. We don't need her people causing a scene over her abduction."
"What?" She raised her tear-filled eyes and saw three men approach from the trees surrounding her. They must have been hiding there, waiting for a signal from Dare. She whipped her head toward Dare, watched the satisfaction fill his eyes. Rage filled her. Rage and fear. She stood and made to run away again. "I'm not going anywhere with you!"
One of the men reached out with a glowing rod and touched it to her middle. Every one of her muscles went slack. She felt nothing, could do nothing. She fell, could only lie in a heap, her eyes open, as Luc bent over her, a grim expression on his face.
"I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me for this one day," he said as he threw her over his shoulder and carried her to the waiting shuttle.
She raged and screamed in her mind. She begged people for help as they walked by. None of them heard her. She couldn't say a thing. When Luc shifted her in his arms, it must have looked as though she were there willingly. Her eyes were opened, she didn't say a thing. If only the people could have heard her mental screams, maybe someone would have helped her.
When they reached the transport, Luc bent and set her gently on a plush seat. She'd never seen such a luxurious shuttle before. Dare sat down beside her, touched her with a small needle and feeling began to return to her extremities.
"I hope you know I'll never forgive either of you for this. Kidnapping is a crime in every system. You must know that. My people will not stand still for this, you know."
The corner of Dare's mouth lifted. "I contacted your people the moment you ran from us, natoya. They believe you to be a willing participant in our coming nuptials on Savar. Even your esteemed leaders plan to attend your wedding. Will you have them killed on Savar for you own selfishness? Or will you come to terms with the fact that you are the mate of the Savari leader and a Pantari spy?"
Jaynee licked her lips. There was nothing to do for now. For now, she would sit here and listen to what Dare had to say. Then, when his guard was down, she would find a way to escape.
Dare lifted his hand and cupped her chin. "You will not escape me, Jaynee. The only way to escape me now, is death. I will always know where you are. I will always be able to find you. No matter how far or how fast you run, you will never be able to hide from me."
Tears pooled in her eyes as the engines whirred and the transport left the ground, taking them to the Savari vessel orbiting her planet, taking her away from everything she ever knew and loved. She cast her gaze to her lap. Her heart breaking, she twisted her fingers together, and sobbed.
"Oh, my Lady Goddess, how could you abandon me so?"
Lucan watched from beneath lowered lashes as Jaynee sobbed her heart out. The panther inside him stretched, screamed out its rage. Its mate should not hurt. Should not cry. Unable to stop himself, he took the seat on the other side of her, effectively boxing her in between them.
He knew she'd try to escape. He'd do the same in her situation and because of that, he and Dare needed to come up with a plan to subdue her. They needed her. He couldn't allow her to escape them. She had to know, to understand, that she belonged to them, as they belonged to her. And he knew just how to do it.
Unable to sit near her without touching her smooth skin, Lucan reached over and wrapped his hand around hers. Using the pad of his thumb, he gently rubbed circles against her clenched fist, doing his best to offer what little comfort he could. She tensed beneath his hand, tried to move away but seated between them as she was, she couldn't escape his touch. He vowed before this night ended and a new dawn approached, she would welcome their touch, would beg for it. For that, he'd need Dare to work a miracle before they reached his ship.
Tell me you have a pleasure chamber aboard your ship, Dare.
Dare lifted his eyebrows. His eyes glittered and a wry smile spread across his face. Lucan caught a glimpse of fang and knew his triad partner understood exactly what he planned for their mate.
There are several aboard my ship, actually.
Can you make one unavailable to the rest of the crew?
I can do better than that. My personal quarters have such a room, though our people call it a training room rather than pleasure chamber. All Savari men are taught the proper way to train their mate to submit, to relinquish all their fears and concerns to us during intimate times.
Lucan nodded his understanding. The Pantari weren't so very different when it came to the need to sexually dominate their mates. In all other areas of their life, the Pantari embraced their women's strengths, their independence. But in love play their need to take charge was an inherent instinct, a drive so strong it was impossible to ignore for long.
Good, then have your people prepare the room. Jaynee will not leave it until she submits to us and to her own desires. She likes to be dominated during mating, needs it as much as we need to dominate. It is only the suddenness of the changes we've wrought upon her, the need for her to give up all she knew and loved, which keeps her from surrendering her heart to us. It is that which we must overcome.
You speak wisely, Luc. Perhaps there is a way in which we could give her back that which she believes lost to her. I shall think on that as well.
Good. It is settled then. Luc looked down upon his mate. Her eyes were closed. Dried tear tracks marred the delicate beauty of her ivory skin and her cheeks were flushed. His breath caught in his chest as he gazed upon her. To him, she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Nothing could---or would---ever change that for him.
The moment the shuttle landed upon the deck of the Savari ship, Jaynee opened her eyes. If she were to escape this would be her best chance for success. Before she could even rise from her chair, she felt the current enter her again. She looked down, saw the glowing wand and raised stunned eyes to the wielder. Lucan, looking almost feral, turned toward one of the warriors from the square and handed him back the weapon.
"Thank you. I hope this is the last time I'll need your assistance." His gaze, filled with determination, dropped to hers and if she could have moved, she would have moved as far away from him as she could. The predator was unleashed and she his prey of choice.
Focused on Lucan, unable to move, unable to speak, there was no way for her to avoid Dare when he once again leaned over and gave her an injection. Warmth flooded her body. Her pussy clenched. Her clit twitched. Cream slid down the inside of her thighs. Her eyes widened in disbelief. What the hell had he given her?
"It is a mild aphrodisiac, natoya. It will heighten every sensation, every movement you make, until you beg us for relief, and even then, until we feel your spirit willingly merging with ours, we will not join with you."
Her mind raged and screamed. Fear and anger, desperation and heartbreak warred within her. What would she do? How would she ever get away from them? They would torture her. Rape her. How could they do such a thing if they loved her as they claimed?
"We only do what we must. It is you who won't allow us into your heart. You hold yourself back from us. Do you think we would make you give up all that you know and not do the same?"
Lucan bent down, met her angry glare with his own. A growl rumbled from his chest, his lips lifted in a snarl. "If you truly loved us, believed in our ability to provide you with all that you need, you'd not be in this situation. Before the night is out, you'll know in your soul that we belong with each other, despite whatever circumstances brought us together.
Dare lifted her into his arms, before she slumped to the floor. Her arms and legs had grown leaden, useless. Would they continue to keep her like this if she refused to submit? How long would they try to force her into submission? How long must she endure their cruelty?
She didn't know if she could ever trust them now. What little trust that formed at her home, was destroyed, shattered into a million shards, like broken glass upon a sidewalk.
Have faith in your men. Have faith that they have your best interests at heart.
Who are you?
You know. There is nothing to fear. Your mates love you. Let them prove it to you.
Unable to think of anything to say, she closed her eyes, avoiding the stares of Dare's crew as they carried her from the shuttle and to whatever fate awaited her.
It took but minutes for them to reach their destination. She could feel their excitement, their desire. Their hunger burned. The desire raged inside them, a ravenous beast desperately waiting for permission to break free. And she'd be the meal they would feast upon.
Before she knew it, they stopped, then placed her on something plush and soothing. Still, she refused to open her eyes, to acknowledge them. She wouldn't give them the satisfaction. The rustle of clothes, the metallic sounds of metal meeting metal, and the heavy breathing of her mates made her curious, but still she refused to allow her curiosity free reign. That would only lead to more heartbreak.
Her eyes snapped open when she felt a needle slide under her skin. Another wave of heat washed over her but this time the sexual need didn't increase. Instead her fingers and toes began to tingle. Confused, she looked from one male to the other.
"We don't want to just use your body against you, mate." Lucan's raspy voice brushed against her, sending shards of tingling sensation straight to her dripping pussy.
"No, we want you to enjoy this night, natoya. We want you to know that we'll never leave you wanting. We will provide all that you need, as you will do for us."
Before she could get full feeling in her extremities, Dare picked her up, cradling her against his chest as Lucan made his way toward a door she'd not noticed until it silently swung open in front of him. She gasped. Her mind raced. Every wall, every surface was dedicated to carnal pursuits. When her gaze landed on the hanging restraint system, she knew exactly what they had planned for her. Oh, Lady Goddess. How would she ever survive?
She shuddered, desperate to escape her bonds so she could make herself cum. Hours had passed since they brought her into this room, strapped her into this netting where they had access to all parts of her body as she hung suspended in midair.
She needed release, needed it with ravenous greed. "Please?" she begged, forgetting their decree she not speak without permission. Luc's sharp slap on her ass caused her gasp. Heat flared in her sopping cunt. Fire tingled up her spine.
"You were told not to speak, mate," he growled. His gentle caress rubbed away the sting. She gasped when Lucan's fingers stroked her pussy. Gently, he parted her lips, his fingers circling her clit, before he lowered his head and sucked her pulsing nub. He inserted one finger, then another, stretching her. The strong pull accompanied by the deep stroking of his fingers inside her channel threatened to send her over the edge.
Her thighs quivered, her hands trembled. By the Lady Goddess, she couldn't take much more. They needed to stop this torture. They needed to fuck her, to let her cum.
She'd do anything, say anything to get relief. How could they let this go on for so long? She wanted to sob, she wanted to scream, but most of all she wanted to be fucked. Now.
Unwilling to just watch any longer, Dare approached his mate. Watching Lucan devour her pussy, listening as she begged him mentally to ease her ravenous need, had driven every sane thought out of his head.
His cock bobbed in front of her face, heavy with need. Her eyes flicked up to his, desperate need warred with anxious anticipation. She moistened her lips with her tongue and a drop of pre-cum greeted her in response.
"I won't tell you again, natoya. Take my cock in your mouth and suck it dry. I want you to take every drop of my seed when it spills. I want you to lap it up, as a Pantari feline would sweet cream."
Finally, after what seemed hours instead of just the few seconds that passed, she dragged her tongue over the head of his cock. More pre-cum spilled into her mouth.
His hips began to jackhammer against her mouth, and as she squirmed beneath the simultaneous assault Lucan was making to her cunt, moaning around his shaft, his aggression, his need to dominate her, increased. He knew he was being too rough, but he couldn't help himself. His Savari instincts demanded she take him as he was---all male aggression and driving need.
Her breathing grew ragged, and still he didn't slow down, didn't ease off the pressure or tempo. His strokes were deep, hard, forceful, and she took it, took all of him. Dare sensed no protest in her mind, in her heart, though the fact that Lucan was doing his best to drive her out of her mind, probably helped matters.
The pressure around his shaft increased, and his balls drew taut against his body. Tingles raced up his spine and his hands began to shake, and still he forced his cock even deeper, wedging it down her throat. Dare groaned as he felt his cum rip out of his balls and down the length of his cock.
Savage pleasure raced through him as his body found release. "Swallow it, Jaynee. I want to see you consume every last bit of my seed. And when you're finished, you'll do the same for Lucan."
Dare clasped her head, wrapping her hair around his fingers just as hot jets of semen spilled down her throat. Ropes of cum shot out of his cock, and still he didn't let up his grip. Dare could see the tension running through his mate's body. It wouldn't take much to send her careening over the edge of release. Now was the time to get her to agree to their terms.
Dare dropped his gaze, meeting Lucan's hungry stare from beneath her weeping cunt. At his slight nod, Dare looked into his mate's passion glazed eyes. "If you agree to go through with the Binding Ritual, we'll let you come, natoya. We'll love you all night, and through the rest of the trip to Savar. All your needs, your desires will be seen to. I'll fuck your ass, as Lucan fills your empty channel and only when you can't take any more, will we let you rest."
Lucan's rumbling purr interrupted the tense silence as they waited for her to make her decision. It may not be fair to pressure her, to force her to go through this on such a short acquaintance.
Yes, they'd only known each other a very short time, and had no courting to speak of, but he knew, as Lucan knew, they were a part of each other, and nothing would change that. He couldn't let her fears keep them from having a happy future, and he'd spend the next thousand years showing her how much he adored her, needed her in his life, so she never regretted mating with them.
When he thought she'd refuse out of sheer stubbornness, she heaved a shuddering breath then nodded her acquiescence. Joy winged its way through his heart. Beneath her, Lucan's throaty purr announced his own happiness with her agreement.
"Then let us now see to your needs, natoya. We can't have word reach the outside that we're not men who will honor their vows. And this promise, we are more than happy to fulfill."
And love her they did. For three days and nights until they reached Savar, Dare and Lucan did their best to see that her every waking desire was seen to, from making sure her favorite foods were available to quenching her body's demands to mate.
It was up to Jaynee whether or not she fulfilled her promise to them, and they could only hope they'd earned her trust, her belief in them. With much trepidation the men left her, giving her time alone for the first time since they'd abducted her. All their hopes for the future rested in her hands.
.
Giant trees loomed over her head. They were so tall, it made her dizzy when she craned her neck to see the tops. The large leaves were a vibrant shade of purple. As big as her hand, they resembled those pressed between the pages of the spell-book she'd found. Oak, though the color was something she'd never before seen. The author of the book wrote in her own hand that the tree was called oak. This must be a hybrid of those Earthen trees.
It seemed strange to find this world so much like her own, yet still so foreign. She bit her lip, still trying to overcome her silent rage at being brought here against her will. Still she promised to cooperate and she would not have her males punish her again for her disobedience.
Her face burned at the thought of her punishment. She hated it and enjoyed it at the same time. There must be something wrong with her. Normal women didn't like to be spanked and restrained during sex, did they? She shuddered, remembering Luc's sharp slaps followed by his gentle caress, rubbing away the sting.
She spun in a circle, looking around. The wide band of trees surrounded her, the vivid colors of their purple and blue leaves, breathtaking beneath the moons beams. A thick carpet of purple and blue leaves covered the grove inside the stone circle. An altar, marbled with veins of pink, stood between the two largest upright stones. Casta blooms of pink and white decorated the circle. Their star-shaped buds glittered with dew and their stems---braided together in a delicate rope---were draped over most of the shorter standing stones. Tears filled her eyes at the collective beauty. It seemed even though his people were strange and hard at times, their souls were pure.
Dare and Luc still stood outside the circle of stones. Their glimmering black robes made them appear sinister somehow. Maybe it was the hoods pulled up over their heads, or the way they kept their heads down and their hands tucked into their sleeves.
It still irked her that Luc knew what the hell was to happen during this ceremony and she was kept in the dark. She still hadn't forgiven them for stealing her away from her world, her life, but she had grown to trust them during the three day trip to this world.
A wedding ceremony with witnesses she could understand. But this...this not knowing their secrets was really beginning to grate on her nerves.
Jaynee, whatever should happen in this circle is an affirmation of your love and your trust in your mates. 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. Remember this when you think to refuse them something in the next few hours.
Jaynee chewed her thumbnail and wondered if the voice she heard was that of the Lady Goddess? Who else could it be? She looked over at her two mates and knew she trusted them. She vowed to herself, that come what may, she would do everything they asked of her, as long as she remained in this circle.
Soon, cloaked figures moved from the cover of the trees, silently approaching them. They surrounded her and her mates. Dozens of people gathered around them, clasping hands as they formed a circle. Only the whisper of wind through the trees broke the unnatural silence.
Two men broke off from the rest, entering the circle. One wore a robe of red, the other green. They entered the circle and stood before her.
They looked her up and down, their faces blank. She fought the urge to draw her own covering closer about her as they looked right through the transparent material to the naked flesh underneath. Their eyes probed her. It was almost as if they thought her unworthy to take her men to mate. Perhaps they did.
"Who petitions the council of Savar to bond with this woman?" the man wearing red asked.
"We do, illustrious priest, druid of the Non," Dare answered for them both as he and Luc finally entered the circle and took their places beside her.
The man in green lowered his hood. Jaynee's head snapped up in surprise. He wasn't a man at all, but a woman. "Who petitions the council of Savar to bond with these men?" She stared at Jaynee, waiting for an answer and the circle of witnesses hushed at her hesitance.
Jaynee stepped forward, willing strength to her body and her voice. "I do," she said, her voice carrying over the circle with a forcefulness she didn't realize she possessed. The man and woman took each other's hands and reached out to take theirs.
The five of them formed a loose circle around the altar and they all began to chant. Everyone in the grove began chanting in a foreign tongue. Dare prepared her for this. 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.
A small moonbeam filtered down from the sky, it touched Dare, the light growing, expanding around him. The robed man and woman left the circle, still chanting as the bright glow surrounded Dare, encompassing Jaynee and Luc and the marbled stone altar.
Her robe shimmered, grew brighter, the soft blue of the gauzy transparent garment lit up as the moon kissed her skin through the transparent fabric. Her nipples tightened, puckering into hard peaks as they stood within the moon's ethereal glow.
Soon, they all began to sway in a strange rhythm following the chant of the others outside the circle. Jaynee began to feel strange, light headed. The tips of her breasts began to tingle. Her clit pulsed between her legs. 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.
Dare moved behind her, his hands moved to her shoulders, his mouth trailing damp kisses along the curve of her neck. Luc stepped forward and cupped her breasts as the folds of her robe parted and it fell to the ground.
Cool air kissed her skin and she shivered with both the cold and desire. A touch of embarrassment rode her, knowing dozens of others looked on. She attempted to shrug it off, and allowed Dare to turn her in his arms.
His lips covered hers and she opened for him. She needed this. She needed for him to help her forget they had an audience. Part of her raged that he could do this to her, lead her here and force her to have sex in front of dozens of people. Yet she couldn't stay angry with him. She was too caught up in the moment. What was it about that silvery shaft of light that made her feel so feminine, so loved?
Luc's hand caressed her from behind and she groaned. What would these people do, stand there and watch them fuck her? Did she really want to be put on display like this?
Trust them, Jaynee. They only have your best interests at heart. Trust them to know what is best.
Whose voice was that in her head? The goddess? She hoped so. If not, she could be entrusting herself to these men on the word of some creature of the netherworld.
She gasped when Dare's fingers stroked her pussy. Gently, he parted her lips, his fingers circling her clit. Her legs gave out. Luc caught her and lifted her to the altar. Laying her down, he gently spread her arms, securing them to the base.
Her eyes widened, certainly filled with the fear she felt. Still, she gazed into Dare's eyes and trusted him. Trusted him and Luc not to hurt her. In fact, she fully expected them to take her pleasure to new heights.
Dare secured her legs to the other end of the altar and they moved around her, turning her on with their heated looks. She wriggled on the cold stone, wanting, needing their caresses. She needed to feel their thick cocks pounding into her as she screamed their names in ecstasy.
Before she could beg them to touch her, she heard the rustle of their robes, the soft sigh as material landed on the grass at their feet.
Lucan's strong hands stroked her inner thighs as Dare made his way toward the head of the altar. Luc stopped, looked down into her eyes. She could see the hunger, the driving need flare in his eyes. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw the robed woman enter the sacred circle and hand something to Dare, before stepping back to rejoin the others.
Questions flared in her mind but were silenced when he lifted his hand, showing her the silken material. "For the ritual you will be blindfolded. Give yourself over to us."
She shuddered when he put the blindfold over her eyes. Every touch, every breath of air stirred her sensitized flesh. Her every nerve ending sang with the need to have her mates take her here, now, despite the fact that people watched. Hell, maybe it was because she knew they watched.
Her nipples hardened to a point of pain and she gasped when one of her men grasped one between his fingers and twisted. The pleasure-pain made her groan and she bit her lip. A warm mouth covered the tip of her breast and she groaned aloud. 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 when the fingers left her. She screamed her rage, her frustration that they would do this to her. That they would bring her to such a level of desire without giving her the means to climax and relieve the burning need that rode her.
Warm breath caressed her thighs and she gasped. Her own breath came in short pants as she anticipated the pleasure that awaited her when those soft, warm lips closed around her erect clit. She wriggled, raised her hips again, reaching for the mouth she knew was just out of reach.
She felt one of her men straddle her chest, felt a hard cock press against her mouth at the same time as a warm tongue stroked the length of her wet slit.
"Suck my cock, mate." Luc's voice grated over her sensitive flesh. His voice was low, harsh, as if he couldn't control the need to come into her mouth right this instant.
Jaynee opened her mouth without hesitation. He moved, placing his cock against her lips. Sticking her tongue out, she laved the weeping head, tonguing the ridge, tasting the pre-cum that dribbled from the small hole.
Dare ate at her pussy, his mouth working between her legs like a starving man. She groaned as he suckled her clit, raising her hips to intensify the sensation.
Luc groaned. "Suck it!" He grasped her hair, held her to him in an unbreakable grip. She did her best to take his full length down her throat as he drove his cock into her mouth. She caressed him with her tongue, wishing she could reach up to fondle his sac.
Her climax grew closer as Dare worked at her cunt and she groaned. Luc's hand grasped her head. Bolts of pure energy shot up her legs, to her groin, to her nipples and she attempted a scream of release.
"God, baby, I'm going to cum. I want you to swallow it. Swallow my cum, mate." He leaned closer to whisper, "You're doing everything as you should and I'm proud of you. We both are. Trust us just a bit longer, Jaynee."
He stiffened above her as thick jets of semen shot down her throat. She gulped the thick, bitter fluid and tried not to gag. She didn't want to disappoint him. She didn't want to disappoint either of them.
Luc climbed off her and loosened the bonds on her wrists while Dare released her ankles. She reached up to remove the blindfold and gentle hands stopped her.
"Not yet, natoya," Dare said. His lips pressed against her, kissing her softly, showing her without out words the depths of his feelings. "You must leave the blindfold on a while longer yet. When it is time for it to come off, one of us shall remove it."
They helped her stand and led her to another spot she assumed was within the circle. Raising her hands above her head, they secured them with the restraints that still bound her wrists. She hung there in this mystic circle like some virgin sacrifice of old. Jaynee resisted the urge to giggle. She was certainly no virgin.
Soon her men began to touch her, lave her nipples, nibble at her skin. She groaned deep in her throat when they both suckled the tips of her breasts into their mouths at the same time.
Razor sharp teeth grazed her left breast and she knew it was Dare. Luc moved around behind her. He wrapped his arms around her, his mouth working at her neck. She whimpered, canted her head to the side.
"Do you submit to us, mate?" Dare asked, his voice rough. "Do you lay your trust at our feet and submit to us in every way?"
She nodded, then gasped as Luc's hand sank deep into her pussy from behind. His fingers delved deep, then pulled her slick juices to the tight bud of her ass and inserted his fingers, readying her for his invasion.
"Say it!" Dare demanded. He fisted his hands in her hair and pulled her head back. She reveled in the pleasure-pain and rocked back, swinging on the ties that held her upright.
"Yes! Yes, I submit to you and Luc in every way."
Dare 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, you are Luc's, you belong to us. Say it!" Dare demanded.
"I belong to you." She sobbed.
"And?"
"I belong to Luc!"
With those words Dare slowed his pace and Luc entered her ass. His long, thick cock slid easily into her prepared hole and he moved within her, steadily bringing her closer and closer to another orgasm. Shards of ecstasy rushed through her blood scorching her heart, her soul and she knew she was one with these two men.
Jaynee tightened her legs around Dare's waist, pulled him deeper as Luc drove into her ass. She screamed out her release as she felt them both swell within her, growing larger as they neared their own climax.
She came again, as Dare sank his teeth in her breast, as Luc plunged his own into her neck, and they both drank the nectar of life she knew would make them truly one.
Dare lifted his head, swiped his tongue over her breast, and ripped his wrist open with his fangs. "Drink and we shall be one."
Her trust in him never wavering, she dipped her head and drank from the wound at his wrist. Luc reached forward, leaning in to give his wrist to Dare.
Still they both surged within her, seeking their own release.
Dare sank his teeth in Luc's wrist and drank deep. When he was through, he raised Luc's wrist to Jaynee. Nodding, she took Luc's essence into her mouth, swallowing the liquid that would combine their lives, their love and their species.
Jaynee came again, screaming her climax to the heavens as her mates spilled their seed into the depths of her body.
"Jaynee of Carrillia, we accept you into our lives, into our blood, as we become one." Dare and Luc 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." They lowered her to the ground and held her until she stopped swaying.
As they moved toward the line of trees, she felt another presence living inside her, growing in strength and insistence. She needed to run, to explore the world around her, but not as a Carrillian or a Savari but as a Pantari. Once they were safely hidden from site, Lucan stopped.
"It's time, my mates. Visualize your animal spirit in your mind. See the great black cat as it prepares to hunt, to chase down its prey."
Jaynee watched in awe as her mates began their change. Their eyes glowed brilliant amber. Their pupils lengthened. Their teeth grew, muzzles shaped. Hair sprouted on their arms and legs, before their backs bowed and they were forced to drop to all fours.
Only after her mates stared at her from their feline bodies did she close her eyes and do as Lucan instructed. Power and heat blasted through her body as the great cat emerged from its slumber. Jaynee expected the shift to hurt, but the sense of freedom and joy that flooded her body swept any thought of pain away. When next she opened her eyes, the world had changed. She had changed.
Her mates surrounded her, buffeting her with their bodies, licked her muzzle then darted away. Unable to help herself, she gave chase.
Now you are one, Jaynee. You are of the Pantari as is Dare. You are of The Savar as is Luc. The two men now have the power of three as do you. You three are the beginning of an army. An army of powerful triads that will one day defeat the Banart plague. One triad shall form every moon cycle on Carrillia. You must contact the next female in the line of three.
Carrillia, Two weeks later...
"Hello?" Laynee answered the buzz of her communication terminal. Sound crackled and the vid-screen was full of static before it cleared to show her a familiar yet beloved face, the face of her twin, older by but a few ticks of a timepiece. "Jaynee! Where have you been? The store has been closed for two weeks and I've not seen you."
Jaynee nodded. "Yes, Laynee. Tell mother and father that I'm fine." She smiled softly. "I have to tell you something."
"What?" Laynee asked moving to sit at her table in the seat nearest the terminal. "That your spell-book doesn't work?" She shrugged. "I've already figured that out for myself."
Jaynee shook her head. "No. It does work. But it will only work for one specific witch per moon cycle."
"One a month? What good is that?" Laynee grimaced and took a sip of the steaming Jabba juice at her elbow. "It is very good if you are the chosen witch."
Laynee made a face. "Yeah, and you would know how?"
"I was the first. I woke from a dream and the words spilled from my mind. It was a spell which brought me not one, but two virile males with which to mate."
"Two?" Laynee sputtered, her face heating with a blush. It was one of her greatest fantasies.
"You too?" Jaynee asked with a knowing smile as her mates stepped beside her to wrap her in loving arms. She glanced at them and smiled before looking back at her sister. "It was a dream come true for me, Laynee. Don't fear it, embrace it." She suddenly became somber. "Now for the reason I've called." She leveled her gaze at her sister. "You are the next."
Tianna Xander is the author of several paranormal, time-travel and science fiction romance novels. She loves reading everything from romance novels, murder mysteries and encyclopedias, to handbooks on solar energy. Tianna is the first to admit she spends far too much time surfing the internet and chatting with her online friends and critique groups.
Having written many novels and working on at least one more at any given time, Tianna still finds time for her family, friends and her many pets. She currently lives in Michigan with her husband, two children, three cats, two big dogs and one occasionally terrorized Netherland Dwarf bunny. Her life is anything but boring.
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