
SEX ME ALL AROUND
TRIAD Series -- Book 3
by
Tianna Xander
Bonnie Rose Leigh
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Sex Me All Around-- Triad Series -- Book 3
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SEX ME ALL AROUND
Dax Gavaire scowled into the vid-link at his twin Ragim. "What do you mean you can't come here? This is important. We need to try this spell. It seems to have worked for the Carrillian witches."
His brother stretched and leaned back, putting his hands behind his head. "Maybe so, little brother, but this is important, too. I need to stay here until Fane returns with his mate. He's afraid the council will try to dissolve his marriage and send his mate away. He needs all the support he can get."
Dax ran his fingers through his hair. "Maybe I should return and help. There's nothing saying we can't do the spell on our own home world. Our powers are certainly strong enough for that." He didn't say that he wasn't overly anxious for others of their kind to know of their strange power over nature. Being a mage on Tigeria was not necessarily a good thing. At least it wasn't for their uncle.
Rage frowned. "You know as well as I do that what happened to Uncle Lonato was an accident."
"Was it?" Dax sat forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "How many of our kind fall from such a great height, Rage? How many of our kind with our powers fall from any height and die?" He stared into Rage's eyes, unbelieving that he could truly be so gullible.
His brother sighed. "I know what you're trying to say, Dax. I just don't want to believe our people have sunk so low as to kill their own kind."
"Perhaps it wasn't our house, but another. Still, we must take precautions."
"Perhaps it wasn't our people who caused his demise. He was on Taluthia just as the Banarts attacked. Perhaps the enemy managed to end his life so abruptly." Rage brought his arms down and sat up. "There are many scenarios, not all of them pointing to a traitor in our midst."
"Maybe it isn't a traitor, but a spy. Someone pretending to be someone he is not." Dax knew the odds of that were slim. There were very few people on the planet who weren't Tigerian and those were servants. Still, he liked that possibility better than one of their own betraying them.
Rage nodded. "That is more likely than a traitor. Our houses may not always get along, but I refuse to believe one of our own species could be capable of such an act."
Dax grunted, and picked up the spell book. "According to this, we need incense made from the Kruna tree. This book calls it Cedar. It is to purify the sacred space. I don't think we'll need any other props. I think if we use this purification and concentrate on what we want, our powers will do the rest."
"Do you really think our wishcraft is strong enough to bring us mates from another world?"
"Perhaps not two mates." Dax grinned. "Can you honestly say you want two different women? We've shared everything up until now, even our sexual partners. Do you wish to have a separate mate?"
Rage looked thoughtful. "Do you think there is a woman out there who could put up with both of us on a permanent basis?"
"I hope so, big brother. I really hope so."
"Then get your ass back here so we can get busy burning our Kruna wood and wish ourselves the perfect woman."
Dax, reached over to set the flight controls. "I'm on my way home now. I'll see you in about a week. Have the wood ready. We'll need to do this as soon as I get there since it is supposed to be done on the full moon." Rage stroked the short platinum beard that covered only his chin. It was his only differing characteristic from his twin.
"I've heard there is much Goddess power in the moon. Perhaps there is some truth to that, after all."
"I need to cut transmission now, I'm about to jump to light speed."
"Goddess speed on your return, brother," Rage said, holding his hand up in the Tigerian warrior way. "May your journey be uneventful."
Minna Ailani threw her handheld communicator across the room. There was naught else to do with it. It, like everything else in her home, was useless. She'd intercepted two communiqués from the mates of four powerful men from three different planets and they both said virtually the same thing. She tried using the spell book attached to the second message but to no avail. Still, she'd had to try, her people needed help and, if the two women spoke true, she could call help to them in the form of two powerful men of her own.
She tried to ignore the clenching and unclenching of her pelvic muscles. She would take care of that ache later, provided her pleasure tools still worked. However, knowing her luck, they would probably work as well as her spell did three weeks ago. She glanced through the tinted illuma-glass to see the smoking grass and buildings of the town three miles away and prayed the Hienial people would finally leave her planet and her people alone. If only she could escape this place. If only she could manage to find someone who would come to G'recio and help, they could defeat the monsters who loved to laugh as they tortured her people.
Minna closed her eyes and tried to forget the unimaginable pain, the horrors of being a woman in the hands of such monsters. She'd finally managed to escape, but she knew it was only a matter of time before they broadened their search and found her. Then the beatings, the probes, and the humiliation, would start all over as she waited for them to decide which three would mount her again.
She curled her fingers, balling her hands into fists. She couldn't allow that to happen. She looked down to the fazac on her belt and smiled grimly. No, they would not capture her again. Not alive, anyway. She'd been lucky the last time. She hadn't conceived. She didn't know if she could end the life of an innocent child. But, how could she knowingly help such a deviant race continue their existence?
Her eyes widened as her whole body began to tingle and she reached for the weapon on her belt.
Too late! Her scream of frustration was silent as she temporarily lost the use of her mouth. They'd already trapped her in their transportation device. It somehow dissolved you into millions of tiny pieces before stacking you back together in another location--just as good as you were before, only not as free.
When she reached her destination, a hard body knocked her to the floor. Immediately, she wrestled her attacker for possession of her weapon. They wouldn't let her kill herself. They enjoyed the torture too much. Besides, they needed women to continue their race.
When her assailant had her pinned, another man stepped up and took her weapon. "You won't need this."
"Better to kill you with," she bit out between clenched teeth.
"My, my, Dax. What a bloodthirsty little hellion you've wished upon us."
The man atop her raised his head with a snort. "Me? You're the one who wanted a female warrior, Rage. And I quote, "I want a woman not afraid to defend her cubs, her world and her mates." Don't tell me I've wished this upon us."
Minna stopped struggling long enough to hear their conversation and realized they were much too handsome and clean to be members of the Hienial race. She sniffed delicately and almost sagged with relief when she didn't smell the hideous odor of one of the marauding Hienials.
The one called Rage stepped closer, giving her a better look at his laughing blue eyes, eyes the same color of the deep waters of Lake Brakia. The one lying atop her pressed her bones into the soil. He glanced down at her sharply indrawn breath and it was then she got a good look at his face. Her eyes widened. Brothers, they were brothers. Twins, by the looks of it. Both had the same white-blonde hair with black tips, ice blue eyes and full lips that made her think of things other than doing battle.
The man above her moved---pressing the hard evidence of his obvious arousal between her spread legs---and her face heated. Blood pounded in her ears and her heart slammed erratically in her chest when she realized of what they spoke.
"You drew me here with a spell," she said with a frown. "I thought only women could use the spells to bring their mates to them." She squeezed her eyes shut when she realized what she'd blurted out. Damn, why could nothing go right for her?
Perhaps it has already gone right for you. We wished for a well-educated, well-endowed warrior woman, and here you are, Dax said, slipping into her mind and letting her know he could read her thoughts. "How do you know of the spells?" he asked aloud, with a frown.
Her face blazed with mortification. Was she to have no privacy with these two? How---how ungentlemanly it was of him to make such a comment! It wasn't her fault her breasts were too large and her hips a bit too wide. It was what her grandfather had always called an hourglass figure. Whatever that was.
"I intercepted a couple of communications." She blinked slowly, hoping their masculine beauty was merely an illusion. "They don't work though, I tried."
"We are more alike than you know, woman."
She shoved at the wall of his chest when he grinned down at her. If they wanted to kill her for taking such liberties, so be it. They would merely be putting her out of her misery. Her only regret would be that she was unable to help her people.
Rage barely stopped himself from gaping at the woman tucked beneath his brother. As he hoped, the wish-spell had brought them one woman, not two. Her long golden hair would stand out amongst his kind. She was unique. Full lips that begged for his kisses pouted at him and her violet eyes would look stunning when she finally changed to her inner cat. Her large breasts nearly spilled from her robe as she struggled beneath his brother. He found himself licking his lips in anticipation of closing his mouth around her erect nipples. The woman was perfect in every way. But, would she welcome the advances of two men? There was really only one way to find out.
After waiting years for their own mate, neither he nor Dax were of a temperament to give her the time or the opportunity to reject them. They'd planned for her seduction and he didn't see any reason to delay the mating, especially after seeing how fierce their mate could be. Besides, he thought, looking down at his brutal erection, his cock was in full agreement.
Rage watched his mate tense beneath Dax's body, could see her fighting to gain control. He could hear her chaotic thoughts whirl as she tried to figure out how to get the upper hand. Their mate wouldn't willingly submit to them---at least not yet. Yes, seduction was definitely the best route to take in subduing their spirited mate. He couldn't keep calling her mate, either. The first thing they needed to find out was her name and where she'd called home before they'd cast the spell. Then, they could seduce her.
Though it pained him not to loosen the ties on his trews thus releasing the pressure on his throbbing cock, Rage didn't dare show her the affect she had over him. Later, when they knew she was theirs he would shower her with attention, show her through his actions that his body would only burn for her.
Dax grunted, capturing Rage's attention. From the grimace on his twin's face, she must have elbowed him in a very delicate place. Enough was enough. "Cease and desist, woman. We mean you no harm."
"I have naught but your word of that." Though her words were firm even as she struggled beneath his brother's weight, he could feel her fear as though it were a living thing. Her fear crawled through her, demanding she find a way to escape them. This wouldn't do. They wanted her submission, yes, but through her trust, not because she feared they'd do her harm otherwise.
"Let her go, Dax."
"What?" Her eyes went wide, clearly not believing she'd heard him right.
What? Are you out of your mind? She'll try to escape the first chance she gets.
I don't think so. She needs to learn to trust us. She knows we are bigger and stronger than she is. That alone will keep her from fully trusting us. Unless, or until, she feels she has the advantage, anyway. "Hand her the weapon back, too."
Are you sure about this, Rage? She might turn the weapon on us and try to run.
It's the chance we have to take. She'll not come to us willingly otherwise. For our mating to be acknowledged, she must be a willing participant in the binding ceremony.
"You will continue to believe we mean you harm if you remain unarmed. We know we would never hurt you, but until you realize that, you'll feel compelled to question everything we say. If having your weapon makes you comfortable, then have it you shall."
"I could just shoot you," she said, sitting up to assess her injuries. She had hit the ground hard when the other jumped on her. Doing a mental inventory, she realized she had a few aches, but nothing serious.
"You could, but then you'll never know if we spoke true about being your mates. Will you?"
She bit her lip, obviously deep in thought. "You're right. I wouldn't know." She looked around. "Where are we? Where have you brought me? I would at least like to know where I am before I make such a momentous decision as accepting you two for my mates."
Dax smiled, using the grin he'd practiced on females many times. He and his brother had used the same smile to get what they wanted from women for years. This time he used it with the knowledge that the woman he wanted would be the last.
"You are on our home world, Tigeria. Welcome to our home, mate."
Minna almost slumped with relief. She'd heard about the Tigerians. Knew their honor was renowned throughout the galaxy. If they made a promise, they kept it. Still, she made a grab for the Fazac as soon as he held it within reach. She may have heard of their ways but it didn't mean she trusted them. She held it up, pointing it at first one, then the other. She felt ridiculous, knowing they could have killed her any number of times when she'd first arrived. Plus, they could have done anything to her while she lay helpless beneath the one. Yet they hadn't and it was that alone, which made her begin to trust them.
She looked from one brother to the other, both so handsome, so alike and knew that she must succumb to them. She must find the courage to mate with them and find a way to convince them to help her sisters or her entire world was lost to the cruel invaders who would do no more than use them for receptacles for their horrible smelling ejaculate and bearers of their hideous children.
No matter how she weighed her options, these two gorgeous men were infinitely better than dealing with the several Hienial people who would insist on mounting her. The Hienials were huge, ugly, smelled of death, sweat and had rotten teeth. What sane woman would want to mate with them? For some reason, they always birthed males. Never did a girl child come from a union with one of their kind and never did a child take on any characteristics of the mother's race. Too bad they did not simply cease to exist.
Again, she looked from one twin to the other, counted her blessings and nodded. "I---I don't have much choice. I cannot go home. The hideous Hienial have overrun my planet. I know you must be better than what awaits me there. I only hope you will not do me harm."
"What a lovely compliment, mate," Rage said, quirking the corner of his mouth in a wry grin.
"Stop teasing her, Rage," Dax said to his brother. "We will never harm you, love. We have waited too many years for you. We want you to know that you can trust us with your life."
She alternated her gaze between them. Surprisingly, she did trust them with her life. She just wasn't sure if she could trust them with the lives of all the women of her world---and her heart.
Minna bit her lip, wary about what was in store for her. She had no idea where they were leading her, and even though she thought they spoke true when they said she was their intended mate, she still had her doubts. But, were they the doubts of a frightened woman or those of a warrior wary of a potential enemy? She just didn't know. They still hadn't done anything to prove to her that they were the Tigerians they claimed to be. They could have easily lied to her.
She watched the flex of the one called Dax's ass as he led the way. They'd started out in some sort of standing stone circle in the middle of a meadow before heading toward the tree line of the darkened forest. Before long, they'd left a well-worn path through the trees and began following an overgrown trail deeper into the woods. By the Lady Goddess, where were they taking her?
She wanted to look at everything at once. The trees stood taller than the largest building on G'recio. Their red veined leaves were larger than her head. Her gaze was locked onto the treetops when the sounds of running water caught her attention. "Where are we going?"
Rage cleared his throat behind her, but he didn't say anything else. She could practically feel his gaze burning holes through her clothes. Unwilling to walk blindly into any situation, no matter if they were her supposed mates or not, she wasn't stepping one foot farther until they answered a few questions. They were asking an awful lot of her, and now they were reluctant to tell her where they were taking her.
By the Lady Goddess, they'd soon find out that she wasn't anyone's pushover. And they'd find out right now. Without any warning, she stopped in her tracks, turned on her mates, and pulled her Fazac.
She edged around until she could see both Dax and Rage. Now wasn't the time to let down her guard, even if she never intended to actually shoot them. They, however, didn't need to know that. "You can stop right there, Rage. I want to know where you're taking me."
Minna had to hand it to them. Neither male so much as flinched. Their breathing never altered. Their gazes never wavered. As far as she could tell, they weren't worried in the slightest that she might do them harm. She wasn't sure if it was courage that left them facing her with no worry or stupidity.
Perhaps it is trust. She ignored the voice in her head and voiced her demand once more.
"Well? Tell me where you are taking me."
"We are taking you to the hot springs, where a natural pool formed eons ago. Among our people, it is common for mates to bathe together there, to purify not only our bodies, but our hearts and souls as well. It's a sacred spot shown only to the males upon reaching maturity. Females only learn the location upon their mating night. We shall reveal another such place after the official ceremony." This time, Dax spoke. His rough voice swept over her, caressing her flesh. Goose bumps spread across her skin. She wanted to beg him to keep speaking. To stroke the rough pad of his tongue over her heated skin. Instead, she straightened her spine, and quirked one brow in disbelief.
"Let me get this straight. You're taking me to a sacred pool where we'll bathe together, and then mate? Here? Now? With the both of you?" She didn't know why she was so surprised. She knew they both wanted to mate with her, were taking her somewhere to do that very thing. But until right this minute, it hadn't seemed real somehow.
She swallowed the saliva pooling in her mouth. By the Lady Goddess, could she actually go through with this? Could she mate with two men, strangers, based on a gut feeling they spoke true when they said she was destined to be the third in their triad?
She watched as both the males nodded. "Yes, Minna. That is precisely what we mean. It's exactly what will happen. Or will you go back on your word?" Rage growled.
She grimaced. How did this get all turned around? All she wanted---needed---were answers. "No," she said, shaking her head. "I have no intention of going back on my word. But I'm not just a woman. I'm a warrior, and if there is one thing I've learned, it's never to walk into any situation blind."
Rage seemed to relax at that. She could see the tension ease from his frame. Was he worried she'd refuse to mate with them if they told her all the details of what would happen, about where they were taking her and its significance to them?
Unable and unwilling to worry him further---and unsure why she had such strong feelings about two virtual strangers---she tossed her weapon to Rage. Let him make what he would of her actions.
Dax closed the distance between them, encircled her with his arms, pulling her back to his front. Minna leaned back into him. She could feel the solid pressure of his erection pressed against her back and her heart thundered inside her chest in reaction. Her nipples tightened into hard, aching points. Every time she inhaled, the rough fabric of her woolen robe brushed against their sensitive tips. Her pussy felt empty. It desperately needed to be filled. Cream slid down her thighs, proof of her body's desire to mate.
By the Lady Goddess, never had she felt such overwhelming sensations. Every nerve in her body felt electrified. How would she feel when no clothing separated her from them, when the only thing rubbing against her painfully taut nipples would be their fingers and tongues? She shuddered and her womb clenched just thinking about it.
Dax slowly began to lift her robe and all she could do was stand there, frozen in his embrace. When it reached mid thigh, he eased his hands underneath. His palms were rough against her skin. They rasped sensually over her and another wave of goose bumps rippled across her flesh.
Minutes passed, or mayhap only seconds before he slipped his fingers inside her netherparts. She widened her stance, making it easier for him to slide his fingers through her slick folds. She cried out in reaction, quivered when his fingers pressed against her erect clit before thrusting them into her sopping wet channel.
Her vision glazed over with need and still her gaze remained locked on Rage's. She watched his pupils dilate while his brother fingered her mound. His chest vibrated when he let out a primal growl. It was too much. Too much sensation. Too much passion. Too much need. By all she found holy, what was happening to her?
Dax's lips brushed against her neck. She wanted him to suck on the sensitive flesh, to bite down and mark her as his mate. She was raw. Desperate. Craving domination. She didn't even understand where these needs, these desires, came from when never before had she wanted to give up control to another. Not like this.
As if sensing where she needed to be touched, Dax's other hand lifted to the fastening at her throat. Only a single cloak pin kept the garment closed, and he quickly opened it, leaving her bare body exposed to both the brothers' heated looks. With infinite slowness, Dax moved to cup her breast, then teased her turgid nipple with quick flicks and light pinches of his finger and thumb.
Pleasure pain zipped from her breast to her pussy. Her empty channel clenched and a wave of white-hot need rushed over her. She closed her eyes, dropped her head back against Dax's chest. Rage gasped and still she couldn't manage to raise her head and meet his heated stare with one of her own.
His hand retreated, forcing her to snap her eyes open. Before she could ask why he stopped, he stepped back and groaned. Rage growled and she could see the tip of fangs peek out the corner of his mouth. Somehow, she didn't think he let others see him when he was this close to losing control. That thought alone empowered her, gave her a sense of satisfaction.
Rage's eyes had darkened. His nostrils flared. His fists were clenched, pressed against his sides. Another drop of cream slid down her thighs in response. Minna's gaze moved to where the large outline of his cock pressed against the front of his trews.
He must have sensed the invitation in her gaze for he stepped forward, and stopped directly in front her. Unable to resist the need she could see burning in Rage's eyes, she leaned forward, still held firmly within Dax's embrace and covered his lips with hers.
Her tongue teased his bottom lip, seeking entrance. Her hands trailed down his ribcage, his sides, until settling atop his clenched fists. He growled again, low and deep, a rumbling purr of need and desire. Minna moaned when Dax continued his almost painful assault on her breast as Rage continued to kiss her.
Both brothers grew more aggressive. Dax's fingers tightened against her already rigid nipple. Rage's kiss grew brutal, his tongue mating, warring with hers in a heated battle for dominance. She whimpered, needing to submit to him and still she didn't understand why she felt this way.
One of her hands moved from Rage's clenched fists to the front of his trews. She needed to feel his cock. Her touch made him even more aggressive as he stepped closer, trapping her hand between their bodies.
Behind her, Dax stilled. "Let us continue this at the Sacred Pool. Let us become truly one there, not amidst the dirt and grass of the forest."
Rage nodded. Dax stepped back, releasing her from his touch. Before she could blink, Rage bent, put his shoulder to her tummy, and lifted her over his shoulder like a barbarian from ancient times. She gasped, surprised. Though the move was sudden, she wasn't afraid, merely intrigued. Even the jostle of his quickening steps or the rough hand that kneaded her buttock didn't cause her an upset. She must have lost all common sense the moment they disrobed her.
Within minutes, they left the forest behind. They crossed first one, then another meadow covered in wild flowers. The pleasant scent relaxed her somehow. Listening, she noticed the sound of trickling water grew louder. They were obviously closing in on their destination. She bit her lip to block the bubble of nervous laughter. She was barely able to believe that she would soon be willingly submitting to the sexual needs of these two men.
Though she couldn't see much with her face pressed against Rage's back, all her other senses were alive, teeming with information.
A plethora of birds called to one another across the vast meadow. The fragrance of the blossoming nightblooms she could see hidden within the deep grass filled her nose with their sweet scent. Even the feel of Rage's back beneath her hands as muscles rippled and flexed with his every step seemed more vivid.
Lost in experiencing the rush of information her senses were gathering, she almost missed the fact they'd stopped moving. Only when her head bounced off his back when he came to a stop let her know they reached the Tigerian's Sacred Pool.
Without warning, she found herself back on her feet, her robe open. What was the point of wearing it when it didn't do anything to cover her? Self-conscious, she reached out to pull the gaping sides of her robed closed, only to have her efforts halted by Dax's hands.
He laughed when she tried to swat his hands away. The husky sound rushed through her. From the corner of her eye, she watched Rage strip off his trews. When his clothes were naught but a pile of fabric on the grass at his feet he stepped forward, stopping in front of her, a hand's span from his brother.
Her eyes widened, darted between Rage's naked cock and Dax's clothed one. Apparently that was the only encouragement Dax needed, because he too stripped, shucking his pants and underwear, while never dropping his gaze from hers. Before long, he too stood in front of her, naked and aroused. Both their cocks stood full and ready. She swallowed in trepidation. What had she gotten herself into?
Her hand shook as she reached out to touch them. Both the men stepped back, out of reach.
"Strip, Minna. I want nothing caressing your flesh but the wind, the water and our tongues." Rage practically growled his demand and she couldn't help but respond, her nipples pebbling against the material into rigid points.
Minna gasped. Bit her bottom lip in indecision. She watched Dax's eyes flare, and made her choice, shrugging the ceremonial robe off her shoulders and letting it drop to the ground.
She stepped forward and watched Rage's eyes as she ran a finger down the length of his shaft before gently cupping his heavy balls. When his big body shuddered, she released his sac and moved to Dax's erect cock. A small bead of pre-cum spilled forth and it took everything she had to resist leaning forward to take him into her mouth.
Needing a distraction from doing just that, Minna returned to Rage's shaft, stroking him with a firm grip, somehow knowing that was what he'd prefer.
"You're playing with fire," Dax warned. "You keep that up and you'll get more than you're ready for."
She jerked her head up at his implied threat. Even though she knew they'd never harm her---not if they believed her to be their mate as they'd repeatedly told her---a different type of fear ran through her, causing another quiver deep inside her.
Whatever she might have said was wiped from her mind when Rage and Dax each grabbed one of her hands and began walking backwards, pulling her with them. Only then did she really take in her surroundings.
Behind the men stood a small wall of rocks, obviously formed by nature and not machines. The grey stone was faded with age, worn in places that only the flow of water over time could achieve. Moss and ferns were interspersed with an abundance of flora she'd never seen before. Flowers topped with blooms of such amazing colors they seemed to weep their vivid hues of pinks and blues, oranges and purples.
Steam rose from the rippling water of the natural pool just as a wave of cool air wafted across her exposed skin. She shivered, but not because of the sudden breeze. How could she possibly be cold when two of the hottest males she'd ever seen stood before her wearing naught but their smiles?
As though reading her mind---and maybe they could---they led her into the steaming waters and guided her toward a flat area on the natural rock barrier surrounding the pool. Water swirled around her thighs, sending pulses of heat through her aroused body.
Her nipples drew even impossibly tighter and she had to quiet the moan she could feel bubbling up inside her. She closed her eyes, doing her best to gain control over her raging libido.
Large hands wrapped around her waist, lifted her, forcing her to open her eyes. Before she could focus, Rage leaned forward, pressed his lips to hers. She gasped and Rage took that opportunity to sweep his tongue inside. The kiss went on and on. When he finally lifted his mouth from hers, it left her in a sensual haze she could barely see through. "There's a small ledge beneath the water just in front of you. Kneel on it facing me, Minna. Love me with your mouth, mate."
She nodded, barely aware when he placed her on the ledge he'd spoken of. She quickly moved into position, her mouth facing his erect cock, her ass facing Dax.
Rage's eyes flared as she leaned forward, eager now to take his cock between her lips. From the corner of her eyes, she watched Dax slowly stroke his own erection before moving behind her.
Closing her eyes, she lowered her head, her tongue sweeping across the weeping head of his cock. It pulsed and jumped against her lips and she smiled, feeling the power she held over him. His hands fisted in her hair, holding her to him. Yet she wasn't afraid or repulsed by his show of dominance. Slowly, she lowered her mouth to the head of his cock, taking as much of his length as she could.
Minna moaned and spread her legs, being careful not to lose her balance on the underwater ledge nor ruin the rhythm she needed to maintain to give Rage the pleasure he wanted, needed.
Something was missing. Someone. Without Dax, the mating wouldn't be complete. As if he knew just what she required, he slid his palms across her ass, gripped her hips then drove his cock deep into her needy channel. No hesitation. No foreplay.
For a moment, they all stilled. Heat and passion radiated off the three of them, swirled around them on the air just as the water swirled around their legs. The bubbling water lashed at her clit and she shivered in reaction. That simple movement caused both her males to surge into her, setting up a driving rhythm between her thighs and lips. All she could do was take it. Her tongue lashed at the head of Rage's cock on her every downward stroke. She moaned as Dax drove himself into her even deeper. She could feel him at the mouth of her womb, striking it relentlessly with every thrust. The pleasure pain was exquisite.
She lost herself in the sensations, let herself sink into the moment, experiencing something she'd never even conceived of before this evening.
Rage closed his eyes and moaned in pleasure as she continued to work his cock. His thighs quivered. His heart raced. His fingers tightened in her hair. His back arched. His testicles pulled taut, filled with his seed. He forced his eyes open, needing to share this moment with his twin. He looked first at Minna whose luscious lips were wrapped around his cock, and then at his brother whose face held naught but pure ecstasy.
He watched Dax's cock tunnel into their mate and knew nothing could be better than this, nothing more profound than loving his mate at the same time as his brother. As though sensing his increased desire, Minna's mouth became more aggressive, taking his length down her throat in her attempt to milk him of his seed. He lost control, shouting out his release long before he wanted to.
His senses were muffled, his thoughts sluggish. Only Dax's cries and Minna's moans as they reached their own orgasms brought him back from the brink of collapse. Rage's legs grew weak, his body too tired to even hold himself up any longer. Before he could sink beneath the churning water, he scooped Minna up determined to have her before his legs completely gave out. "Wrap your legs around my waist, mate."
Unbelievably, he felt his cock surge anew with desire, and strength returned to his body. It was as though she rejuvenated him. He had to have her. Again. This time he needed to slide his cock into her tight pussy, feel her spasm around him as she reached her own climax.
Once her legs wrapped around his waist he moved to the ledge and sat down, lifting her just slightly so he could slide his now hard shaft into her wet slit. Only once he was in as deep inside her as he could go, did he meet his brother's heated gaze.
Satisfaction whipped through Dax at the sight of Minna taking Rage into her body. Needing to be a part of their joining, he straddled Rage's legs and slid the head of his cock along the crease of her ass. He wanted to fuck her there, take her from behind as his brother took her pussy.
"Take us both at the same time, Minna," he whispered, "love us both at the same time."
She didn't answer in words but instead with her actions, lowering her chest until she was plastered against Rage, leaving her ass open to him. Dax's cock pulsed with the thought of what he was about to do. He reached down, waited for Rage to pull out of her sopping pussy, slipped his fingers into her channel and gathered their combined juices so he could prepare her back hole for his penetration.
Slowly, so not to cause her too much discomfort, he stretched her ass with his fingers, starting with one finger, adding another and another until she could handle three with relative ease. When he was confident the girth of his shaft wouldn't harm her, he slowly entered her.
Once fully seated, with only a thin membrane of tissue separating him from his brother, Minna began to thrash between them. He met his brother's gaze over her shoulder, and as one, they began to thrust.
As Dax thrust into her ass, Rage eased out of her pussy, until they established a rhythm of give and take. Harder and harder, they drove into her. Minna's cries and pleas egged them on farther, pushed them harder. Dax was desperate for relief, desperate to feel her clench upon his cock as she reached her climax.
All too soon, he felt the telltale ripple in her cunt and he was lost, unable to stop his seed from exploding even if he wanted to. Wanting to give his brother some one-on-one time with Minna, Dax eased his shaft from his mate's ass, and stepped away, sliding deeper into the pool and away from them.
"I'll be back in a few minutes, Minna. Enjoy this time with my brother for when it's over, you'll be mine for a time. "
From the shadow end of the Sacred Pool, Dax watched as Rage completely wrapped Minna within the safety of his arms. "I don't have the strength to push you away, mate," he muttered. She rose up on her elbows and looked down on his brother's face. Rage loosened his grip from around her waist, cupping her breasts instead. Beneath the churning waters, Dax cock once again surged, need whipped through him, but he was content to watch---for now.
Rage's fingers tightened on her nipples and she arched her back in response. When he captured her rigid peak in his mouth, she cried out. Sweat began to bead up on Dax's brow as he watched his brother and mate in the throes of their passion. He watched as Rage hammered into her, taking her as though he hadn't just emptied his seed into her moments before.
Dax knew this night was special to the three of them, the first night of their mating. His brother needed Minna as much as he did, and because of that, he was content to watch their fevered joining. Whispered pleas and fevered moans echoed across the cove and finally came the sharp cry of their mutual release.
Satisfaction moved through Dax, satisfaction and contentment. This was what he'd always wanted for himself and his brother. She was all they'd ever need to warm their bed and warm their hearts.
With hooded eyes, he watched Minna succumb to sleep wrapped in his brother's arms. She hadn't even managed to get out of the swirling waters of the Sacred Pool before giving in to her exhaustion. Dax's soul overflowed with love---the love for his brother---and now love for their shared mate.
He loved knowing Minna was theirs to take, either separately or together. Even more, he loved knowing that even while wary of them and the situation she was in, deep down she felt safe enough to fall asleep in Rage's arms. With a desperate desire to take Minna to her new home, he left the relaxing waters of the Sacred Pool.
Rage, let us take our mate home now, so that we may awaken with her in our arms, in our bed.
Minna woke to silence. The cold sheets twisted around her told her she was alone at last. Thank the Lady Goddess for that at least. She stretched, wincing when muscles she never knew she had before, protested her every movement.
"It wasn't a dream." She was disappointed. She'd gone from one type of enslavement to another. It didn't matter that she'd tried to call the men to her first. On her world, with her weapons, they would have been under her control. Instead, the two males had made her scream and beg for release as they continued to assault her senses.
Her face burned with mortification at the things she had willingly done with them. The very same things she'd deemed deviant and disgusting with the cruel Hienial people. But then, the two brothers never forced her to do anything she didn't want. They merely showed her how good it would feel and she capitulated like an unarmed adversary. She squeezed her eyelids shut and covered her face with her hands. They had made her a slave to her passions.
Her womb clenched at the memory of their caresses and she almost wished they were here with her to make her feel those wonderful things all over again. Almost. A part of her still regretted that she must lose her hard won freedom to protect herself from her enemies. Another, more gentle part, was glad that she finally had men who would protect her. Two powerful men, by the way they acted. Cousins of the ruler of Tigeria could not be weak. She only hoped they held enough power to influence their cousin. To convince him they must go to her people's aid.
Her fingers nervously picked at the comforter. It was the same light blue as her mates' eyes. "Mates." The word seemed so foreign, yet still so right. Her mind drifted back to the night before, to the gentle strength of their seduction, their double possession. Her pussy clenched as she thought about all that happened, all she wanted---needed---from her men.
Reaching down, she trailed her fingers through the soft curls at the apex of her thighs and wondered what they thought as they saw her. The way they truly felt. If what they told her was true, or if they were disappointed with what their spell casting had wrought.
Curling her fingers into a tight fist, she pulled her hand from beneath the covers and rolled over. She would explore the room since she was here alone. And in doing so, she would find out what manner of men she had tied herself to. Besides, who knew when she would get another opportunity to learn about her mates?
Sitting up, she pushed the tangle of sheets and comforter aside. Easing her legs over the side of the bed, she stood gingerly, testing her weight on her wobbly legs. She'd never climaxed so much in her life as she did last night. Her body was as worn as an old rag and she wasn't sure her legs would hold her upright. Lowering herself back onto the bed, she decided to rest for a minute. She could see just fine from here.
Two large windows flanked the bed, allowing pale yellow sunlight to filter through the gauzy curtains. Minna frowned at the thought that a woman must have chosen these curtains. Setting her jealousy aside, she continued her perusal of the room.
The headboard of the impossibly large bed was intricately carved, showing one man and one big cat, standing beside one woman. Had they always wanted one woman to share between them? Was she truly that woman, could she really continue to give herself to these two men? If not, she must make her decision before the formal mating ceremony that Dax and Rage had told her would bind her to them forever.
The muted colors of the room, decorated in several shade of light and medium blue, relaxed her. She wanted nothing more than to lie back down on the huge bed, snuggle under the thick covers, and sleep her troubles away. Still, she knew she couldn't. She knew there was some large gathering her mates needed to attend. They wanted her to go with them. She would, but she would also make sure they agreed to help her people---to help the countless women on her planet escape the clutches of the cruel, deviant Hienial people.
Dax quietly entered the room and approached the bed. He didn't want to wake Minna if she was still asleep. He grinned. She needed her rest after last night and she'd require energy to complete their mating ceremony tonight if she agreed to bind with them.
He needed to explain that to her. Last night they had mated. Tonight, if she agreed they would bind their life forces together at the same time--though in a different sacred location--their cousin Fane would bind himself to his own triad mates.
The sound of soft sobs wrenched his heart and he hurried to her side, wondering at the pain she must feel. Lowering himself to the bed, he gathered her in his arms, pressing her head against his chest. "What is wrong, mo fria? What pains you so that your tears flow so freely?" he asked. His hands moved over her back in small circles, a pattern designed to soothe. Her tears soaked through his thick tunic, wetting his chest. His heart constricted. It felt like someone ripped it from his breast as he imagined that it was he and Rage who had brought her to this.
"If it is something that Rage or I have done, you only need tell us and we will never do it again."
She shook her head. "It's me. I've failed them. I've failed them all."
"Failed who, mo fria? Who do you think you have failed?"
"The others. The others who risked everything to help me escape." She sat up, brushed the tears from her eyes and continued. "They helped me to escape so I could get help and I've done naught but wallow in the pleasures you've introduced me to. I'm no less a prisoner here of my own desire than I was of those disgusting Hienials."
Dax stiffened. Rage surged through him as he realized what his mate must have suffered before coming to them. "They are on your world?" Why hadn't they questioned her further last night? Why hadn't they at least attempted to get to know her? The horrible tortures she must have gone through. Fane had told him of his triad mate's ordeal with the cruel race and had already vowed to do his best to end their existence. He knew what the animal race was capable of and he'd heard what they did with women. Yet, Rage and he never bothered to find out why their mate had gone to such lengths to bring mates to her. They'd assumed it was because she wanted men. Not warriors.
He fought the urge to slump back on the bed and wallow in his own grief and self-recrimination. It was her turn. Her turn to tell her story---to let them know what she wanted of them.
"So you believe you have failed your people because we brought you here instead of you bringing your warriors to you?" Dax asked the question, knowing she needed to answer it. She needed to voice her needs and he'd given her the perfect opportunity to do so.
"Yes." Minna nodded, her head bowed, unable to meet his gaze. Now he would revile her. She had been a prisoner of those animals, had their scent and their seed spilled on her, in her. He and his brother would both abandon her now. Who would want the leavings of such an animal bastard race?
He stood and paced the room and she sobbed anew. She cried for the lost camaraderie she knew she could have had with these two men---and she cried with the knowledge that these two handsome brothers would never touch her again, never bring her to her woman's pleasure as they had so many times the night before. Whoever said it was better to have loved and lost?
She barely noticed when Dax picked her up, cradled her in his arms and rocked her like a heartbroken infant. He shouldn't be doing this. It went against everything she'd been taught. Everything she'd ever been raised to believe. That no man, no matter how desperate, would ever touch the leavings of Hienial scum.
His hands splayed over her back, soothing her. Her sobs subsided and she sat in his arms, glad for his comfort and reveling in the warmth of his embrace. She knew that soon he would eject her from his arms---his life. Yet, she let him hold her, comfort her as long as he would.
The soft pressure of his lips at her ear surprised her. The way his tongue caused little ripples of desire to curl through her body like molten lava, nearly undid her. Lightening struck behind her eyelids, boiled through her blood as his hands moved around from her back to her front and his thumbs grazed her erect nipples.
How could you think I would ever give you up? Do you think you are less of a woman because those animals forced themselves on you? He shook his head and continued in the more intimate mind link. It makes you more of a woman, Minna. It means you are strong---both of heart and of mind. Do not ever make the mistake of thinking I do not desire you. Allow me to help you forget them, my love.
Minna moaned long, her desire coiling higher as his hands strummed over her willing flesh. She arched into his hands on the hard peaks of her breasts, drunk with the need to feel his hardness tunneling into her, teaching her more about pleasure, as he helped her forget about cruelty.
Warmth closed over her breast as he took her nipple in his mouth and she groaned. She fisted her hands in his hair, holding him to her. The pulling sensation sent shard of pleasure straight to her pussy. Her empty channel clenched, needed his cock inside her, filling her cunt until she screamed with it.
His fingers delved into her wet slit and she raised her hips. "Yessss," she cried, burying her face in his shoulder. "Please." She buried her face in the crook of his neck. She kissed the warm flesh. Moving her way up to his ear, she sucked the lobe into her mouth and he groaned, then pulled his mouth from her breast.
"I love that you're so wet, Minna." His fingers swirled around her clit, dipping in to her wet channel to spread the slick cream of her arousal over her warm flesh.
She arched into him, her body seeking more of the pleasure she knew he could give. What was it about these two men that made her want them with such intensity? She'd never wanted to sleep with a man before. Men on her planet were few and scattered. Though many women turned to others who were not of their world, none of them ever welcomed the cruel touch of a Hienial.
Most of the men of her world left over a year ago to fight the Banarts on other worlds. The Hienial race took the opportunity to enslave them while their males were gone and force them to breed their hideous offspring. They were a ruthless race. One who refused to see the iniquitousness of attacking a world whose men had gone to fight other evil. Perhaps their tormentors didn't see the Banarts as evil. Would evil see wickedness in another?
Minna thrust the thoughts aside, wanting to enjoy the touch of the man who seemed to want to help her people. She arched her back further, grasping his hair and holding his head to her as he suckled her breast. Her legs spread almost of their own accord. His fingers continued to stroke her heated flesh as he moved between them and his clothes melted from his body.
She could feel his long thick cock pressed against her thigh. The moist head dribbled precum on her leg and she longed to take him into her mouth. Wanted---no---needed to have the hard male flesh driving between her lips as she raked her fingernails over his sensitive sac. She licked her lips and he groaned, taking her mouth with his. His tongue thrust into the warm depths, tangling with hers.
Warmth spread within her, crawled through her as his fingers brought her to the edge of her climax and she screamed.
"Please," she begged, her head thrashing on the mattress. "I need---" more. I need so much more. Still she couldn't bring herself to ask for what she needed. Too many encounters, too many bouts of torture had taught her that begging would get her nothing but more laughter and pain.
Dax moved between her legs, gently pressed his shaft into her and groaned.
"You're so tight, Minna. So hot. I don't know how long I can remain gentle, mo fria."
She didn't want his gentleness. She wanted his caresses, his pleasure his...love. Minna gasped when he surged into her. His thick cock rubbing those places she'd only heard about before, yet never experienced before meeting the two brothers. Perhaps, this was naught more than a dream and she was still on her world hiding from its invaders. If that were so, she could only wish to die in her sleep, still in this dream---still with the cry of her climax on her lips.
Dax watched her as he slid into her. Her eyelids lowered. Still she looked at him with a hooded gaze. She threw her head back, her eyes glazing over, as he fully seated himself within her. Clenching his teeth, he managed to slide into her slowly several times before the mating lust took over and he began to ram into her with everything he had. He fought it. He wanted to be gentle---show her that not every male was the type of animal that had attacked her on her home world.
Her hands fluttered around his shoulders for a moment before one finally cupped his cheek and the other fisted in his hair, pulling his head to her breast. He feasted on the succulent flesh, needing the succor of her embrace as much as he needed to cum with his prick seated firmly inside her. He sucked her nipple into his mouth, laving the hardened peak with the flat of his tongue.
He set a hard rhythm, his cock pounding into her flesh as her hips rose to meet him. "Wrap your legs around my waist." The words came out rough, his voice gravelly as though he were about to change. He felt the familiar tickling sensation as his tiger tried to take over. Gathering his control, he pushed it back, filtering the need through his eyes and extremities. His cock grew impossibly larger as her wet velvet flesh grasped at him, sucking his shaft back inside her as he pulled nearly all the way out before plunging back in.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and he immediately grabbed her thighs, shoving them to her chest. Angling himself to thrust inside her deeper, he growled out his pleasure, his cat demanding he bring his mate more pleasure, more joy. His sac lifted, tightening against his body. The head of his cock flared out slightly as he neared his orgasm. Minna gurgled with surprised delight as the head of his shaft widened, rubbing areas in her velvety channel that had never been touched before. He shared her surprise, her elation and felt the utter triumph of knowing she had never cum so forcefully before in her life.
Her scream echoed throughout the room as he gathered control over his inner beast. His shaft returned to its normal dimensions as he emptied his seed deep into her womb. He lay panting over her, his weight on his elbows. He watched her throat work as she tried to speak. Ripples of aftershocks tore through them both and for a few moments, he knew neither of them could do much more than tremble and pant.
Minutes passed, or perhaps only a few seconds. In his stunned mind, he'd lost all sense of time. He hadn't expected that, hadn't expected their mating to have such a monumental significance. He quirked his lips in a small smile, careful to keep his cheek buried in Minna's hair. A small shudder worked through his body. Rage was going to be as stunned as he was when he told him what happened.
"Are you okay, Dax?"
How could he put into words how blessed he felt at this moment? He cleared his throat. "Yes, mate. I'm fine. I must be crushing you."
"No, it feels good, safe. I haven't felt safe in a long time."
"You'll always be safe with us." He sighed, hating the necessity of leaving her body. "We'll protect you even from ourselves."
He gently eased out of her clasping warmth and rolled to his side, dragging her into the shelter of his body. Curving himself around her, he brushed his hand over her belly where he hoped one day she would carry their cub.
He continued to smooth his hand over her tummy, petting her, showing her the devotion he felt but couldn't seem to put into words. He wanted to lie with her longer, just bask in the moment, but they had a ceremony to attend and already they were running late. "Though I want naught more than to lie with you the rest of this dawning, we must prepare for the joining ceremony, Minna."
He felt her tense within his arms, then relax, melding into him. "I'm nervous, Dax."
"There is naught to fear, my mate. The joining ceremony is a blessing in front of family. The bonding itself doesn't come until later, in the Crystal Caverns of Goashi, and is an intimate celebration."
"So, tonight, only you and Rage will be there?"
He could feel her quivering in his arms, his answer obviously very important to her. "Yes, Minna. Only the three of us. Only the Lady Goddess herself can intrude upon us tonight and it's been many, many years since she's blessed a union among our people in such a way."
He felt her sigh then relax back into his arms. No matter how much he enjoyed lying in their bed with her, it would have to wait. There was much to do still before the ceremony this evening. After placing a chaste kiss atop her head, he massaged her tummy once more before easing himself away. "It's time, Minna. The matrons will be meet us at the transport to prepare you for the joining."
Rage watched as the transport approached the docking center. He couldn't wait to see his cousin Fane and his new Triad mates. They'd been away on Savar since their Savari mating and returned to Tigeria to have their mating recognized by their people. As the leader of the Gavaire Tigerians, there could be no doubt to the legitimacy of Fane's mating. Without a recognized Tigerian mating ceremony, when the time came for him to step down, his heir would be unable to take over leadership of the pride.
The shuttle door opened with a hiss. Fane was the first to leave the transport. As soon as his feet touched Tigerian soil, the Council Elders rushed to greet him. He ignored them all and turned to help his mate out of the shuttle, though it could be no more than a footspan drop between the transport and the ground.
Rage's breath caught in his throat when the woman first emerged from the vehicle. She was beautiful. Certainly no more beautiful than his own mate, but she had an air about her. One that said she was born to be the mate of a king. She held her head high, surveying the people gathered around. A man stepped up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. She tilted her head back and smiled. The man must be the other mate he'd heard about. He cast a look toward Minna and Dax.
Minna stood between them nervously clasping their hands. She'd been afraid to come, sure that she didn't belong at such an important state event. It took every bit of his and Dax's powers of persuasion to convince her, as their mate, she belonged here with them.
He watched as Fane tucked his mate beneath his arm and turned to face them. "This is Laynee," he turned to the man who stepped up on the other side of his woman and smiled. "And this is Sayre. You will welcome them to Tigeria in the warrior way. They are my triad mates and I claim them as my own." He turned to look out over the gathered crowd, his expression filled with aggression. "If anyone wishes to refute my claim on my mates, speak now or forever remain silent." His face told anyone who bothered to look, that he would fight for his mates. No one moved. No one made a single sound of protest. Who would want to attack their king?
Rage put his hands together. He looked over at Dax, raised his brow and continued his show of support. Soon, Dax and others followed suit, showing their ruler that they approved of his mates. Many would do anything to stop the fighting amongst themselves---anything to keep from mating with blood kin. Applause echoed through the compound as they celebrated the mating of their king. With luck there would soon be a royal heir. He looked between them, not missing the secret smiles and furtive touches, and grinned. Perhaps there would be many heirs.
A group of robed women pushed their way through the crowd and Rage knew it was time to bring Minna forward. Fane's gaze searched the throng, expecting to see them. He had insisted they join in the same ceremony. Time was precious and there was no reason to risk one's mate. Once tied to them by blood, the women would never be without protection. Blood ties made it possible to scent them anywhere and feel them even off world.
They stepped forward. Minna moved reluctantly. His hand at the small of her back, he gently pushed her forward until she was but a hand span from his cousin who looked down at her and smiled.
"I do not bite, my lady."
Her face tinged red with his words and she ducked her head. Rage nearly laughed with his joy. Soon he would be mated and there was no greater honor than an invitation to share the king's own ceremony.
Fane turned to his mate. "Laynee, this is the lady Minna. She is to share your mating day. I knew you would be a bit nervous and frightened but," he turned back to Minna, "She is even more so. Would you welcome her into your circle of friends?"
Laynee stepped forward and held out her hand. She glanced over her shoulder toward the approaching matrons. "Come with me, Minna. I just know we're going to be the best of friends. I'm from Calla. Where are you from, if you don't mind my asking?"
Minna gaped at the young woman before her. She'd never seen a more beautiful woman in her life! Glossy black hair fell to her waist in long waves. Her large, gray eyes gazed at her with the promise of friendship and solidarity. She felt the goodwill radiating from Laynee. The woman was the ideal mate for royalty. Her aura glowed, nearly sang with her power, and her beauty could not be matched. The other woman's slender body, with its curves in all the right places, put Minna to shame. Even the purple markings, high on her cheekbones, couldn't detract from her loveliness. Warmth flooded her at the woman's soft touch and she smiled. This woman was compassion personified.
A discordant wave of energy passed through her as the matrons surrounded them. She glanced back at the males. All four of them watched as the matrons began to drag them away. Soon they would be alone with them. Soon she would be at their mercy.
"No!" she screamed, pulling her arm from the tight grasp of one of the women.
Rage and Dax rushed to her side. "What is it, mo fria?" Dax asked as he glanced around them searching for an intruder. "Why do you not wish to accompany the matrons so they may prepare you for your mating night?"
"I---I don't know." Still, she couldn't force herself to accompany them.
A noise sounded overhead and Fane sighed. "So much for my surprise," he said as another transport landed nearby.
"Laynee!" a female voice squealed and a woman ran to pull Laynee from the clutches of the matron at her side.
Minna gaped at the exact replicas of Laynee and Sayre. Two sets of twins mated to each other. She turned to look at her own mates. Three sets of twins, three people in a triad, and the three moons of the planets involved in such a phenomena. Was it coincidence or destiny?
It means you are fated to be a part of this, Minna. Do not question the will of the Great Mother.
She felt the blood drain from her face even as another wave of malevolence washed over her. She stumbled and Rage caught her, pulling her up against his hard frame.
"Something---" She shook her head. "No. Someone means to do us harm. I can feel it." She placed her hand over her stomach. "Someone doesn't feel right."
"What do you mean, my love?" Rage asked, as both he and Dax moved to hold her between them.
She wanted to sink inside them, just seep through their flesh and bone to hide within them where she would be safe. Steeling her resolve, she moved away, forcing herself to find the disharmonious chord in the music of their gathered energy. She moved slowly through the crowd of people and still, she couldn't find the cause.
Moving back to her mates, she took their hands. "I feel stronger when I am with you." She glanced over at the other two triads, watched as the men circled the women. "Perhaps if we band together, we can find the evil that attempts to form a bond with one or all of us."
After several anxious seconds, everyone nodded and formed a small circle. The nine people took each other's hands. The two sisters began to hum low, before beginning a ritual chant.
"With the power of one, this is begun. With the power of three, so shall it be. Three times three, let us see, let us see."
Soon, a bright circle of light surrounded them and Minna could only gape at the others who gathered round. Everyone's face was aglow with the show of such powerful magic. Except one. The matron who had gripped Laynee's arm with so much enthusiasm moved slowly through the crowd, backward.
Minna pointed to the woman. "There she is. It's her. She's different." She covered her stomach with her hand. "She appears to be Tigerian but she is not. She is something else."
The woman attempted to run, but the others captured her and dragged her to Fane and he glanced at Minna. "Are you certain she is not Tigerian?
She nodded. "This woman is not what she appears to be." She furrowed her brow. "To tell the truth, I'm not even sure it's a woman." Fane growled, his canines extended. Beside her, she felt Rage and Dax stiffen.
"What are you if not one of our people, woman?" Fane demanded. Minna could see his aura quiver, darkening as his rage mounted.
The woman's lips turned up at the corners, yet it wasn't a smile. It seemed cold, somehow. Even cruel. "I am Banart, you Tigerian scum. You will comply with the doctrine or you shall perish like countless others."
Rage tensed, ready to take down the enemy among them---ready to protect Minna with his life if the need arose. Only the feel of Dax's hand on his shoulder kept him from attacking the treacherous Banart.
Thank you, brother.
You're welcome. Might I suggest we move to somewhere more secluded, somewhere we can interrogate the prisoner. I would wager you are not the only one who would like to rip into the enemy, and until we receive answers to our questions, we can't allow that to happen. There was a brief pause before Dax continued. No matter how much I might enjoy watching a Banart suffer at the hands of our people as we have suffered at the hands of theirs.
Rage nodded, turned his attention back to Fane, though carefully shielding his mate with his body. No way would he allow their enemy to get his hands on his mate. The cursed Banart would have to go through him first.
Us, Rage. They'd have to go through both of us before they'll lay a filthy hand on her.
You are right, he agreed with a curt nod.
"Fane, if I might suggest moving our prisoner to another location so that we may interrogate her."
Through their strengthening bond, Rage felt Minna's unease. Turning to her, he gazed into her eyes. Saw the very real fear there. "What is it, my love?"
"You don't know she is the only one. If I might suggest, send someone you trust explicitly to guard her, until the nine of us can check everyone here. There may be more Banart among you and while we're questioning her, another enemy could still be out here, doing whatever he---or she---came to do."
Rage's appreciation of his mate's intelligence and warrior spirit continued to grow. "Very wise advice, mo fria."
Turning toward the crowd of onlookers, he looked for his second in command of the Tigerian Security Forces, and outside his own family, his closest friend. It didn't take long for him to spot Kelson Galbar or for their gazes to lock. The Galbar Beta chose to join the Gavaire Pride when the Banarts had obliterated his entire village while he was away on a mate hunt and though it pained him that his friend had lost all his loved ones, he could only be thankful he now served at his side.
Kel must have sensed Rage's need because he quickly stepped away from the crowd he was attempting to hold back and made his way toward their small group. He stopped, gave a respectful bow then straightened his spine, his eyes never wavering from the Banart scum Fane and Sayre had within their grasp. "What can I do for you, Sirs?"
"I need you and three others to watch this imposter. Take her to the holding cells until we can interrogate her. Under no circumstances should anyone approach her. Detain anyone who approaches and hold them for questioning later. If it tries to escape or does anything you find might jeopardize the safety of our people, terminate it immediately. Understood?"
"Of course, Sir." Rage watched as Kel quickly called for assistance using the tiny transmitter interwoven in the cuffs of his uniform. It was a useful device in these times of war. Unless you knew the device was there, you'd never know to look for it. "They will be but a moment."
Rage nodded then turned his focus back toward their prisoner. The Banart stood defiantly, sneering at them in hatred. Even held firm, and surrounded, the creature showed no fear. That is what made this entire state of affairs dangerous.
Something was not right about this situation. Behind him, Dax straightened, stepped closer to Rage's side, completely blocking their mate from the Banart's view.
What is it you sense, Rage?
I'm not sure. This is not right. We've captured it and it is unafraid. It plans something.
"Do you think you can question me? That you can control me? I am a Banart and you are naught but animals." It spit on the ground at its feet. "You are beneath me. I am all. There are too many of us for you to conquer. Bow now before our power and might and we might let you live to serve our needs."
Rage watched as Fane's lip curled up, exposing his canines. Sayre, too, stepped closer to the prisoner. Fury and menace wafted off the pair in waves, and still the Banart did not flinch beneath their hate-filled gaze. His eyes glinted with deadly cold. A shiver worked down his spine and the hairs at the back of his neck stood on end. That alone sent warning waves through him. He knew, just knew, something horrendous was about to happen.
"Fane, Sayre, all of you step away. Kel, have security lock on to the Banart's energy pattern and enclose it in an impenetrable shield." At almost the same moment the energy shield shimmered around the prisoner, she reached inside her left sleeve. He had no time to shout out a further warning as a second later, an explosion rocked the ground, sending everyone sprawling.
"Quick, don't let anyone out of your sight. Not until we have ensured no other enemies hide amongst us," Fane bellowed. Seconds later, Tigerian Security Forces surrounded everyone who'd attended the arrival ceremony, herding them together until the three Triads confirmed no other Banarts were hiding among them.
Knowing that his security forces were doing their job, Rage reached for Minna's hand, pulling her into his arms. Dax quickly stepped behind her, pressing her closer to Rage, wrapping them in their touch, their scent. Her entire frame quivered within their embrace. "Ssshh, mo fria. All will be well."
"It's all right, Minna. No one was harmed but the one who infiltrated us," Dax whispered against her temple.
"What if we'd gone with her? Every one of the matrons as well as your Alpha's mate would be dead right now."
"And you, mate. You too would have perished. But you used your gift, and such a tragedy was averted."
"Listen to your mates, little warrior." After kissing Laynee, Fane stepped forward. "If you'd not stopped my mate from going with the Matrons, we would have lost her, and all the other mated women of our pride. You have done a great service to the Tigerian people and we are indebted to you."
Minna lifted her head from where she'd had it buried against Rage's chest. Both he and Dax were aware that though she'd stopped any visible trembling, inside she still quaked with fear. She bit her bottom lip, worrying it, and Rage inwardly groaned. Now was not the time to let his hormones get the better of him. "My job is not done yet."
Behind her, Dax straightened, placed his hands atop her shoulders and squeezed gently in reassurance. "Our job, my love. Together, the nine of us, will make sure that no other Banarts hide among our people"
Minna's eyes grew round as their craft flew over the wide plains. Farmers tended their crops. Animals that resembled the p'lebies she used to ride grazed lazily in the open fields. The pungent scent of freshly turned soil wafted up to the transport and she inhaled deeply. She'd never smelled anything like it in her life.
The entire countryside looked strange compared to G'recio. The blue-green grass was so different from the golden fields of her home. Yet, the disparity was comforting. She knew she was no longer on her world. She knew there was no way she merely dreamed this up. She would never be at the mercy of the Hienial males ever again and that thought comforted her more than any other ever could.
"Look, Minna," Dax said, pointing to their left. A giant blue water lake stretched to the horizon. "That is the great lake, Soribu. The blue water tells us that the lake is healthy and the weather is just right for planting. Green water means there is little time before a storm arrives and brown . . ." He trailed off, a frown creasing is brow. "Murky brown means the world is dying and vast changes must be made or the world will perish. The lake has only been brown once in recorded history. Our people made changes to help our world heal. After ten years, the lake returned to its state of perpetual blue and green cycles."
"And we hope to keep it that way," Rage added as he turned from talking to the pilot. "Our scientists monitor the waters daily. We do not want another worrisome decade such as that one, ever again."
The craft moved lower, flying through the dense underbrush as they neared their destination. The dense, jungle-like atmosphere surprised her. She hadn't expected such dense foliage after seeing the open plains with crops and grazing animals.
"Where are we?" she asked, leaning forward to look through the thick illumi-glass. She watched as they continued to drop closer to the ground. Rage wrapped his arm around her waist and smiled down at her. Swallowing, she couldn't help but think about how lucky she was to have these two men for her own. Her stomach quivered and gooseflesh rose on her skin. Dax moved around her other side and they boxed her in between them. She liked nothing more than keeping her men close. She sighed, loving the feel of their warm bodies pressed close to hers. With them, she was safe and would never need fear anything ever again.
"We approach the area near the crystal caves." He nodded toward the man at the controls. "Triston will drop us near our area, while the other transport will drop Fane and his mates near the royal arena. We shall have twelve hours of complete privacy before he returns for us."
"Oh." Her face blazed anew at what she knew awaited her here. It didn't seem to matter that she'd been with her mates many times. The things they did to her still seemed so new and fresh. She was unsure if she would ever grow used to it. Perhaps it was better if she didn't.
The transport slowed to a stop, resting on the ground. The vehicle hummed as the pilot held it in place while they disembarked. A large black bag and a good-sized basket were the only things they carried with them.
"Where did those come from?" she asked, as Dax threw the bag over his shoulder.
"It's full of things we will need this night." He waggled his brows and tossed a glance toward Rage. "He has our dinner. I hope it's packed full. We'll need all our strength," he cast a brilliant smile her way.
Minna almost swooned and reminded herself how lucky she was to have two such caring and virile mates. She only wished she could convince them to go to her world and save her sisters from the monsters that continually attacked them.
"After our ceremonial mating night is over we shall take a journey to rid your world of the Hienial plague. An army is being gathered as we speak."
Minna nearly slumped with relief at the knowledge. She still didn't like the thought that they could read her mind, but she supposed, it may come in handy in the future. Finally, her people would get the help they needed. She only hoped it wouldn't be too late.
They led her through the dense underbrush to a large outcropping of rock. She frowned, wondering how they expected to go any further---then she looked up.
"I'm not climbing up there." She shook her head and backed away. Looking from one mate to the other, she bit her lip. They had to understand, she couldn't do what they wished. "I---I'm not climbing up there," she pointed to the dark hole in the side of the cliff above them, before backing away. "I can't go into a cave." Tears pooled in her eyes and her vision blurred. "I---I just can't."
Her whole body trembled as she moved away from them. She stumbled over a large stone and would have fallen, had Dax not rushed to catch her. He pulled her close, palming the back of her head. Visions, memories of the dark, dank dungeon the Hienials kept her in, invaded her thoughts. She placed a hand between them, protectively covering her heaving stomach---just the though of being trapped in the close confines of a dark cave made her ill.
A mental picture of the cruel men, with their horrible grins, coming to violate her, nearly brought her to her knees. How can a man---of any race---be so uncaring, so cruel, that he can use a woman then discard her like a broken toy when he's through?
"Shh ..., Minna. No one will force you to do something you do not wish," Dax said, pressing his lips to her ear. He trailed tiny kisses along her jawbone and neck. "We do not want this night to frighten you. We shall all stay here in the forest if that is your wish."
She looked between them, knowing---trusting---that they would respect her wishes. She sighed in relief when he sat on a large rock nearby and pulled her down onto his lap. They held her like that for almost two hours. When the sun set and the darkness settled in, her anxiety returned tenfold.
"I'm such a baby," she said through her chattering teeth.
"Sshhh...mo fria. You are no infant. You have reason to fear. We understand your concern. I only wish we could give you the light you need without entering the caves." Dax squeezed her hand.
"Why---why can't you?" She sniffed. "A lantern would work just as well out here as it would in the cave."
"Look up, my brave mate, and tell me what you see," Rage added, settling close to stroke the back of her head.
She tilted her head back, glanced up at the cave and her mouth fell open. Light spilled from the entrance. Like a beacon in the darkness, it drew her like a moth to a flame.
"How...?" She couldn't voice the rest of her sentence. She turned to Dax before glancing over at Rage. "How is the cave filled with light?"
"We cannot explain it as well as one of our scientists could." Rage smiled, looking a bit sheepish. "We can only tell you of our own theories." He continued at Dax's nod. "During the daylight hours, the crystals absorb the light and energy from the suns. They will continue to glow, only fading near sunrise when the cycle begins anew."
Minna glanced around her, wary of the creatures lurking in the dark. She never once thought that Dax and Rage wouldn't protect her from them. Yet she still didn't like the thought that they were there. She didn't like the idea of the close confines of a cave, either but she couldn't bear the darkness. Too many things hid in the darkness...
She ran a trembling hand through her hair and licked her lips. "Well then, the cave it is, I guess." She stood and stepped closer to the sheer rock face, reached out and placed her hand against the cool stone. "How do we get up there? I think it's only fair to warn you that I do not climb well."
Rage and Dax merely smiled at her as they each took one of her hands.
"You will not need to climb, mo fria, we shall carry you." She looked up toward the cave and snorted. "Yeah, right. I'm too heavy to carry. You'll slip and we'll all fall to our deaths." Her eyes widened as Rage began to remove his clothes. "What are you doing? You can't climb this thing naked!"
She shrieked, jumping into Dax's arms as Rage transformed from a man to a huge white tiger.
"It is Rage, Minna," Dax said, pushing her closer to the big cat. "You know he would never harm you."
She looked into the tiger's eyes and somehow saw Rage within the cerulean depths. Reaching out, she placed a hand on his head and curled her fingers through the soft fur behind his ears. He purred loud and made a slight coughing noise that made her jump.
"Climb onto his back, Minna. He will carry you to the cave." Dax shed his clothes beside her, stuffed them and Rage's into the bag and hung the strap around his neck. "Do not be frightened of us, Minna. We are the same men who gave you such pleasure last night. Allow us to do so again."
She swallowed a scream as her other mate transformed into a tiger as well. Looking between them, she climbed onto Rage's back, wrapped her arms around his neck and let him carry her to the cave. It was strange, this new life of hers, and she wondered if she would ever get used to it.
Tighten your hold on me, mate. I do not wish you to fall.
She squeezed him tighter, digging her heels into his side, the way she'd always done with the p'lebies she rode on her uncle's farm when she visited him in the summer.
Rage's muscles bunched and flexed just before he leapt into the air. Large claws appeared from his giant paws and dug into the rock ledge. He pulled with his front legs while his back legs scrambled for purchase. Another long leap brought them to the ledge in front of the cave and she slipped from his back, speechless. It didn't take long for Dax to join them. Unencumbered by her extra weight, he made the leaps easily and soon stood beside them, staring into the wondrous cave, with the handle of the basket in his mouth.
Minna stood looking between them for a long moment. Her heart slammed in her chest as they changed back to their human form. They stood naked before her, their hearts visible in their eyes. Those eyes pleaded with her for acceptance, not to call them monster, and suddenly she knew. They may have strange, unbelievable powers but, deep down, she knew they would never harm her. And she loved them.
When faced with entering the cave, she ached to run screaming into the darkness but she lacked the courage, even for that. One foot in front of the other, one step after another, she let them lead her into the cave.
Lined with the colorful stones that seemed to wink at her, the glowing caves looked magical. Awed, she continued down the narrow passage until it widened to a vast cavern. The interior of the cavern looked larger than her entire village on G'recio. She lifted her head, ensuring no flying creatures were hovering above her and gasped in awe. The cavern seemed to reach into the heavens themselves.
In the center of the huge, glowing room, surrounded by a ring of standing stones, lay a large pool of steaming water. Clouds of moisture hovered over the small lake. A soft breeze coming from another passage blew the tufts of steam into small whirls over the bubbling water. Colorful crystals beneath the churning surface gave the pool an ethereal glow.
"It's beautiful." She gazed around her, thinking nothing could be further from the dank dungeon where the Hienials held her prisoner. She threw her arms around Rage. "It's so magical. How did your people ever discover it?" she asked, releasing Rage to hug Dax to her. She didn't want him to feel left out. She never wanted to hurt them, either of them.
"It has been our ceremonial mating area for eons. I don't think anyone knows when it was first discovered."
Rage pressed against her back, his hard cock pressing into her rear. "This has been the private area for newly mated pairs and triads since the beginning of recorded history. I'm glad you approve of it, mate. It is a beautiful place."
Minna leaned back, pressing her ass against his jutting hardness. Dax, at her front, separated the robe covering her. It slid off her shoulders, to land in a puddle of silk on the cavern floor. Warm air caressed her hardened nipples and she moaned. Rage kissed her throat, gently suckling and biting the sensitive flesh where her shoulder met her neck.
Water splashed as Dax backed down into the water, drawing her with him. She went willingly, this was their night and she would do whatever it took to see that they received their pleasure.
Rage, at her back, continued to massage her neck and shoulders. She attempted to turn, to tell him that she wished this night to be theirs. He grasped her by the shoulders and kept her turned away.
"This night is for you, mo fria. Tonight, we shall gift you with all the pleasure you can stand." Rage moved closer behind her, crowding her into Dax's front.
They sandwiched her between them, pressing their bodies ever closer and she groaned with longing and frustration. Would they never give her the chance to show them she could pleasure them? Didn't she please them?
We know what you wish to do, Minna, and we cannot wait to feel you hands on our flesh. But, you come first. Dax's voice rang in her head.
You shall always come first, Rage said, his lips caressing her shoulders. Pushing her hair aside, he trailed kisses to her ear, his tongue laving the outer shell. We will allow you your way soon enough, but first, we want to feel your flesh around us, milking us of every last drop of cum. After Dax is through fucking your pussy and I am done with your sweet, tight ass then you shall have your way with us.
Rage's arms snaked around her and she groaned when his hands covered her breasts. Gentle fingers plucked at her nipples and she felt Dax kneel in the water before her.
Strong hands lifted her, placing her legs over Dax's wide shoulders, opening her up for him. Her entire body quivered with anticipation as his warm breath caressed her thighs. Too long. It had been too long since her mates had touched her, been with her. She nearly smiled at the thought. If one would have told her even a week ago that she would crave the touch of a man, she would have thought them mad.
Dax's tongue snaked out and tasted her flesh and she mewled with pleasure. Arching up, she pressed her legs into his shoulders, seeking the warm silk of his mouth.
"Yesss," she hissed when his tongue slid through her slit. Her legs tightened around his shoulders as he parted her swollen lips and suckled her clit. He alternated between lapping up her cream and suckling her swollen nub.
Rage, still at her back, supported her upper body, his hands busy at her breasts. A rush of sensation moved between her breasts to her pussy. Invisible threads of pure pleasure rode through her body, invading her very soul until she couldn't think. She could only feel. Rage thrust his tongue into her ear and she screamed out her pleasure as Dax continued to suckle her clit and feast at her pussy. Never in her life had she ever dreamed that such pleasure was possible.
When Dax finished lapping up the cream from her orgasm, he gently pulled her legs from his shoulders. She sagged, her body held upright by Rage's embrace. She had no doubt that if he'd have let her go, she would have slumped into the water and happily drowned.
"What was it you were saying about pleasuring us?" Dax asked with a chuckle. He glanced over at Rage and grinned. "I think our mate is going to be too exhausted to do as she wants." Turning back, he looked into her eyes. "Because we are far from through with you, mate."
"Oh, my!" she said when Dax stood and she got a good look at his hard cock.
He grinned at her while he stroked the length of his shaft. "Shifting always makes us bigger. This will be a night to remember, Minna. For Rage and I both are going to fuck you tonight and our cocks are bigger than you are used to. I want to feel your pussy wrapped around me, milking my cum from my balls." He shivered slightly. "Even now, I can feel them tingling with the urge to cum deep inside you." His hips shifted forward, pressing his cock closer as Rage steered her into the deeper water.
"Feel the water, Minna? It's silky, smooth. It is the best lubricant our people have for a mating night such as this," Rage whispered in her ear. "A natural oil in the water will soothe your ass as I press into it. Can you feel how hard I am for you?"
She hadn't until just that moment. His question made her hyperaware of the impossibly large erection pressed against her back. She squeezed her eyes shut, her anxiety causing her heart to slam erratically in her chest. How would the two of them ever fit inside her at the same time? It wasn't possible, was it?
She gasped when Dax bent forward and took her nipple in his mouth. His hand worked at her other breast as Rage moved his hand down between her legs, his finger circling her clit.
"Please," she gasped.
"Please, what?" Rage whispered in her ear. "Tell us what you want, Minna."
"Please, you two. Fuck me. Please!" Her face blazed as the words left her lips. She couldn't believe she needed their hard cocks inside her so much that she ached with it---that she literally begged for it. She'd come a long way from the abused woman she was only a few short days ago. She had her handsome mates to thank for that.
"Look at me, Minna," Rage whispered while he laved her ear. She turned to look and he said, "No, look at me while I touch you."
She looked down at him while his hand worked between her legs. She spread her legs wider, giving him better access as she thrust her hips out to get a better look at his hand between her legs.
"That is me pleasuring you. Do you like what you see?"
She nodded, "Yes." Dropping her head back against his shoulder, she squeezed her eyes shut, imagining she could still see his hand as it moved between her legs.
She found herself pushed back against Rage's muscled torso as Dax pressed his mouth to hers, and licked the seam of her lips, demanding entrance. His mouth ravaged hers as his tongue slid against her own, dueling with his in ravenous need. He nipped her bottom lip and she whimpered in desperation. She needed them. Needed them to love her---to make her theirs---in every sense of the word.
Behind her, Rage pulled his fingers from her channel, as Dax stepped away so they could stand her in the water. They didn't let her go though, merely surrounded her with their presence, each holding her at her shoulders, and they stood in front of her. They didn't let her stand there for long though, before moving toward her as one.
She groaned when Rage's lips drifted down the column of her neck, laved her pulse point before moving down her chest. His lips closed over a turgid nipple, sucking it into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth.
On the other side of her, Dax ran his hand through her hair, wrapping it around his fist before pulling her into a soul-stealing kiss that left her shaken and desperate for more of their heated touches.
Unable to passively accept their passion without returning her own, she reached out and grabbed Dax's cock in her hand. When she tried to reach for Rage, he slid down her body and put her thigh up on his shoulder. The water lapped at her exposed pussy, sending shard of pulsing waves to her swollen clit. Her thighs quivered and she groaned in excitement. By the Mother Goddess, how will I ever survive this night?
Squatting down, Rage parted her swollen flesh with his thumbs and stared his fill, his heated gaze scorching her. Embarrassment warred with need, finally shyness won and she tried to close her legs. Rage stilled her, a big hand at her hip holding her legs open to his devouring stare. "No, leave them open. We will pleasure you. With our cocks, our fingers, and our tongues. After tonight, you'll never be doubt our love for you. You will never shy away from our touch or desire ever again."
Suiting actions to words, Rage swept the flat of his tongue through the folds of her pussy. The short hairs of his beard brushed against her already sensitized flesh, shooting sparks of pleasure through her entire body. "By the Goddess..."
Dax's mouth moved from her lips to her neck before slowing drifting down to her breasts. Minna felt her entire body shudder as Rage worked her pussy and Dax lapped at her nipples.
Dax dropped to his knees and still the water only lapped at his chest. His tongue joined Rage's inside her dripping channel. Needing something to hold on to, she gripped their heads, sinking her fingers into their hair, massaging their scalps. She looked down her body. She saw them there, heads pressed together as they worked their tongues. Ribbons of pleasure shot through her. She screamed when wave after wave of ecstasy swept through her body.
She closed her eyes, savoring this moment, savoring the feeling of having her mates so close to her, loving her with their mouths. She could feel their love for her to the depths of her soul, sense their desperate need of her in the far recesses of her mind.
With her eyes still closed in satiation, Dax lifted her into his arms and carried her out of the steaming pool. She could feel him lower her to the ground. She expected to find herself on the hard stone, but when her back nestled against something soft and luxurious her head snapped up in amazement. Beneath her, Rage had laid a thick pallet on the hard ground, though where he'd gotten it she had no idea.
"We had a few of the larger items brought here earlier today in preparation for our mating night."
Minna nodded, thankful for the answer but more than ready to skip talking and complete their mating. With that in mind, she sat up, rested her bottom on her calves and looked up at them. "I await your desires, my mates," she purred, feeling like a goddess in that moment. No longer did the fear of intimacy threaten to cow her.
Dax stroked his cock and when a bead of pre-cum spilled from the slit, he moved behind her on the pallet. With a firm grip, he lifted her bottom. She arched her back as she felt his cock nudge against her slit. He slowly worked his way inside of her. He was so much larger than the last time they'd made love and the feeling of fullness bordered on painful. As soon as Dax was seated fully inside her aching channel, Rage nudged her lips with his cock.
"I want to fuck your mouth, mate, while Dax fucks your cunt."
Minna nodded, desperate to please her men. She'd allow no other thoughts to intrude. Tonight was about the three of them, uniting them in a true Tigerian Triad.
Rage jerked when Minna's tongue darted out to lick the head of his cock. His hands gripped her hair, pulled her closer to his shaft. She took him into her mouth and began sucking as much of his length as he could, doing her best to pleasure him as they'd repeatedly pleasured her.
Feminine power and satisfaction filled her when Rage began to plead to the Mother Goddess for mercy. Then all thoughts of her personal power faded when Dax's, fingers found her clit. His fingers strummed her clit in time each time she took Rage's cock deep. He teased her mercilessly, never allowing her to reach her woman's peak until Rage began to cum.
When Rage was completely empty of his seed, he knelt down in front of her, gripped her by the hair and pulled her into another devastating kiss of possession as Dax began to fuck her in earnest. Harder and harder he thrust, reaching deeper than ever before, hitting her womb with every stroke. His sac slapped against her bottom and his fingers dug into her hips, the pleasure-pain shooting darts of pure desire through her.
His groaning grew louder, his breathing more harsh, and when he reached around and pinched her clit, bolts of ecstasy shot through her until she came in a rush, her channel clutching him, milking him of every drop of his seed. Just before she tumbled into an exhausted slumber she felt both her mates lean up and place their mouths to her shoulders. She smiled sleepily until they both bit down.
Crying out, she tried to jerk away, but they held her fast to them as their teeth sank into her flesh. The pain faded to pleasure and she ceased her struggles, knowing---trusting---that they would never harm her.
After they took her blood, the two brothers closed her wounds and tore into their own wrists.
"Drink of our life force, little one. Drink and we shall all be as one. You shall be joined with us in life as well as in body." Rage held his dripping wrist out to her.
She licked her lips nervous. "Do you mean that I would be like you?"
"Not exactly like us. But you will have the power to shift as we do and we need never worry that anyone could steal you from us. We would know where you are at all times. We would even feel your presence across the galaxy."
It was an easy decision. One that took little thought. Grabbing onto Rages wrist, she attempted to overcome her revulsion of taking another's blood. She could do this. She needed to do this. Swallowing two small sips, she began to gag, even though the taste wasn't repugnant, only the idea. Dax held his wrist to her and she took it willingly as well. How could she not? The idea of never being without them, never having to face life alone ever again was a powerful lure.
After a moment, Rage reached out and pulled Dax's wrist from her mouth. "You need only sip, my mate. You need not take more. I know it repulses you."
She nodded. "It does, but I trust you two to always know what is best for me."
It is good that you can finally trust them, Minna. Your world, all worlds depend on the triads forming during this time. I need every one of the triadic relationships forming throughout the galaxy to defeat the Banart plague.
Even now, their army travels to other worlds enslaving them, killing everyone in their path who will not succumb to their doctrine. I need you, and those like you---women strong enough to help in the war against such a vile enemy.
But, I am not strong, she argued.
Rage and Dax moved to gather her in their arms. "You are the strongest, bravest woman we have ever met," they said in unison.
Listen to your mates, Minna. They know you, perhaps even better than you know yourself. There is much greatness in you. You have survived a great many ordeals---things that another woman, not as strong of heart and mind as you are, would have deemed unbearable. Yet you have borne it. You are capable of a great many things, Minna. You are capable of greatness.
Minna bit her lip, unsure of what to think. Who are you? How do you know these things?
A musical chuckle filled her mind. A sound not unlike wind chimes.
I am truly surprised that you do not know. And believe me when I say that is refreshing. I am not surprised by many things. You ask who I am and I shall tell you. I am the maiden of spring, the summer mother of bounty and the crone of age and death. I am known by many names, but I prefer Aradia.
Rage leaned forward to whisper in her ear. "She is the Lady Goddess."
Minna gasped. Covering her mouth with her hand, she looked from Rage to Dax and back again to Rage. The Lady Goddess had spoken to her!
Yes. And now, you shall listen. Return to your world at the first opportunity. The Hienials are about to depart. This time they do not mean to leave the women behind. They have no intention of returning to your world. They have seen the sense in keeping women as slaves to bear their offspring. Hurry, there is little time to lose.
Rachana Salura leaned away from the communications terminal, her arms crossed beneath her breasts. She did not have time for this. She needed to get to the surface before her former co-workers. Otherwise, she'd never be recognized as an Archeologist in her own right. But, what could she do? If she didn't inform Laynee of what she discovered, didn't tell her or her coven sister what had befallen this planet, how could she live with herself? She had to tell someone.
She'd worked too hard, her innate goodness and naiveté always used against her by her peers. They stole her research, her findings, time and again, always passing them off as their own. Not this time. Even if she were of a mind to do as her sister witch requested, and performed the spell, she had no time for a mate right now. If she did have the inclination to follow her vows to harm none she would put her mates second, after her work, where they must stay.
Running her hand through her hair, Ana knew in her soul she couldn't just not sit idly by just because she didn't want to be browbeaten about the spell. Though she'd lose her chance at reaching the ruins, there was no justification for not making a transmission that could save thousands of lives.
Ana couldn't help but recall the last conversation she'd had with her priestess just over a moon ago, before she'd set off on her mission alone. As she looked down at the planet below, all she could see was the past.
"I know you're frightened, Ana, but you mustn't be. I'm forwarding another copy of the text to you," Laynee Mikalosa said, as she pushed a button on her console. "I know you, and I know you destroyed it as soon as you received it. You must conduct the spell, and bring your mate to you. It works."
"I don't want a mate." Rachana said, her bottom lip pushing out in a full pout as she crossed her arms beneath her breasts. "I refuse to do this."
"You cannot refuse, Ana. The world, the entire galaxy is relying on you, on us, to rid the universe of the Banart evil. What is a little thing like sharing your life with others when it can destroy those who are so evil?"
"I will think about it, Laynee. I cannot promise you more."
Laynee sighed. "That's better than a firm refusal, I guess. Please think hard on this before you destroy the spell book."
Ana sighed. "I will. Have a nice trip with your new mates. I hope everything turns out just the way you want it to."
After disconnecting the transmission, Ana looked around her. Her gaze wandered around the small shuttle she'd use to escape Carrillia in her effort to get to the Great Desert of Briama on G'Recio's Southern Hemisphere. There she hoped to find the ruins of the Mother Goddess' sacred temple of Wisdom. Legends spoke of a time where one could sit with the Mother Goddess herself, absorb her wisdom and her teachings. She wanted---no needed---to discover if such a place existed. It was the sole reason she had become an archeologist and she would let no man stand between her and what she wanted most. Not ever again.
The near-collision warning system began to blare, tugging Rachana back to the here and now. Knowing that more than likely her dream would never come to pass, she pulled out of orbit and headed for deep space. She needed to be far enough away to have a chance of escape if the Hienial people learned of her communication.
Six hours later, Rachana made the call that would forever change her life.
"This is Rachana Salura, calling Fane Gavaire of the planet Tigeria and Dare Raden of the planet Savar. The people of G'recio are under attack. I repeat. The Banart and the Hienial have attacked the planet of G'recio. Immediate assistance is required."
With that done, Ana leaned back in her seat and stared out into the vastness of space. She'd given up her dream, and now her heart felt as bleak and empty as the cold space that surrounded her small ship.
ABOUT THE AUTHORS
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.
Visit Tianna's website at
http://www.TiannaXander.com
Hi there. My name is Bonnie Rose Leigh and I've been writing since I was just a tyke. I live in a small town in Upstate, New York and spend most of my time on the computer either writing, or visiting with my friends. If I'm not busy on the computer, I spend my free time reading. It doesn't matter what genre the book is either, though I am partial to romance novels. If I'm not in my office, I can be found sprawled in a chair with a book clutched in my hand and a cup of cocoa sitting nearby.
To learn about all of my upcoming releases, please visit my website at:
http://www.mybonnierose.net

