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  “We do, illustrious priest, druid of the Non,” Dare answered for them both as he and Luc finally entered the circle and took their places beside her.

  The man in green lowered his hood. Jaynee’s head snapped up in surprise. He wasn’t a man at all, but a woman. “Who petitions the council of Savar to bond with these men?” She stared at Jaynee, waiting for an answer and the circle of witnesses hushed at her hesitance.

  Jaynee stepped forward, willing strength to her body and her voice. “I do,” she said, her voice carrying over the circle with a forcefulness she didn’t realize she possessed. The man and woman took each other’s hands and reached out to take theirs.

  The five of them formed a loose circle around the altar and they all began to chant. Everyone in the grove began chanting in a foreign tongue. Dare prepared her for this. He told her the language was ancient, a rite to draw the power from the moon to bless their union, uniting the three of them together.

  A small moonbeam filtered down from the sky, it touched Dare, the light growing, expanding around him. The robed man and woman left the circle, still chanting as the bright glow surrounded Dare, encompassing Jaynee and Luc and the marbled stone altar.

  Her robe shimmered, grew brighter, the soft blue of the gauzy transparent garment lit up as the moon kissed her skin through the transparent fabric. Her nipples tightened, puckering into hard peaks as they stood within the moon’s ethereal glow.

  Soon, they all began to sway in a strange rhythm following the chant of the others outside the circle. Jaynee began to feel strange, light headed. The tips of her breasts began to tingle. Her clit pulsed between her legs. Still she stood holding the hand of each mate surrounded by their warmth. Feeling their desire envelop her as she waited for them to take her home and love her.

  Dare moved behind her, his hands moved to her shoulders, his mouth trailing damp kisses along the curve of her neck. Luc stepped forward and cupped her breasts as the folds of her robe parted and it fell to the ground.

  Cool air kissed her skin and she shivered with both the cold and desire. A touch of embarrassment rode her, knowing dozens of others looked on. She attempted to shrug it off, and allowed Dare to turn her in his arms.

  His lips covered hers and she opened for him. She needed this. She needed for him to help her forget they had an audience. Part of her raged that he could do this to her, lead her here and force her to have sex in front of dozens of people. Yet she couldn’t stay angry with him. She was too caught up in the moment. What was it about that silvery shaft of light that made her feel so feminine, so loved?

  Luc’s hand caressed her from behind and she groaned. What would these people do, stand there and watch them fuck her? Did she really want to be put on display like this?

  Trust them, Jaynee. They only have your best interests at heart. Trust them to know what is best.

  Whose voice was that in her head? The goddess? She hoped so. If not, she could be entrusting herself to these men on the word of some creature of the netherworld.

  She gasped when Dare’s fingers stroked her pussy. Gently, he parted her lips, his fingers circling her clit. Her legs gave out. Luc caught her and lifted her to the altar. Laying her down, he gently spread her arms, securing them to the base.

  Her eyes widened, certainly filled with the fear she felt. Still, she gazed into Dare’s eyes and trusted him. Trusted him and Luc not to hurt her. In fact, she fully expected them to take her pleasure to new heights.

  Dare secured her legs to the other end of the altar and they moved around her, turning her on with their heated looks. She wriggled on the cold stone, wanting, needing their caresses. She needed to feel their thick cocks pounding into her as she screamed their names in ecstasy.

  Before she could beg them to touch her, she heard the rustle of their robes, the soft sigh as material landed on the grass at their feet.

  Lucan’s strong hands stroked her inner thighs as Dare made his way toward the head of the altar. Luc stopped, looked down into her eyes. She could see the hunger, the driving need flare in his eyes. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw the robed woman enter the sacred circle and hand something to Dare, before stepping back to rejoin the others.

  Questions flared in her mind but were silenced when he lifted his hand, showing her the silken material. “For the ritual you will be blindfolded. Give yourself over to us.”

  She shuddered when he put the blindfold over her eyes. Every touch, every breath of air stirred her sensitized flesh. Her every nerve ending sang with the need to have her mates take her here, now, despite the fact that people watched. Hell, maybe it was because she knew they watched.

  Her nipples hardened to a point of pain and she gasped when one of her men grasped one between his fingers and twisted. The pleasure-pain made her groan and she bit her lip. A warm mouth covered the tip of her breast and she groaned aloud. They didn’t tell her not to make noise. It was one rule they never tried to implement. They probably knew it would be unfair to expect her to remain silent during such an onslaught.

  Fingers delved into the moist flesh between her legs. She squirmed on the altar, raising her hips when the fingers left her. She screamed her rage, her frustration that they would do this to her. That they would bring her to such a level of desire without giving her the means to climax and relieve the burning need that rode her.

  Warm breath caressed her thighs and she gasped. Her own breath came in short pants as she anticipated the pleasure that awaited her when those soft, warm lips closed around her erect clit. She wriggled, raised her hips again, reaching for the mouth she knew was just out of reach.

  She felt one of her men straddle her chest, felt a hard cock press against her mouth at the same time as a warm tongue stroked the length of her wet slit.

  “Suck my cock, mate.” Luc’s voice grated over her sensitive flesh. His voice was low, harsh, as if he couldn’t control the need to come into her mouth right this instant.

  Jaynee opened her mouth without hesitation. He moved, placing his cock against her lips. Sticking her tongue out, she laved the weeping head, tonguing the ridge, tasting the pre-cum that dribbled from the small hole.

  Dare ate at her pussy, his mouth working between her legs like a starving man. She groaned as he suckled her clit, raising her hips to intensify the sensation.

  Luc groaned. “Suck it!” He grasped her hair, held her to him in an unbreakable grip. She did her best to take his full length down her throat as he drove his cock into her mouth. She caressed him with her tongue, wishing she could reach up to fondle his sac.

  Her climax grew closer as Dare worked at her cunt and she groaned. Luc’s hand grasped her head. Bolts of pure energy shot up her legs, to her groin, to her nipples and she attempted a scream of release.

  “God, baby, I’m going to cum. I want you to swallow it. Swallow my cum, mate.” He leaned closer to whisper, “You’re doing everything as you should and I’m proud of you. We both are. Trust us just a bit longer, Jaynee.”

  He stiffened above her as thick jets of semen shot down her throat. She gulped the thick, bitter fluid and tried not to gag. She didn’t want to disappoint him. She didn’t want to disappoint either of them.

  Luc climbed off her and loosened the bonds on her wrists while Dare released her ankles. She reached up to remove the blindfold and gentle hands stopped her.

  “Not yet, natoya,” Dare said. His lips pressed against her, kissing her softly, showing her without out words the depths of his feelings. “You must leave the blindfold on a while longer yet. When it is time for it to come off, one of us shall remove it.”

  They helped her stand and led her to another spot she assumed was within the circle. Raising her hands above her head, they secured them with the restraints that still bound her wrists. She hung there in this mystic circle like some virgin sacrifice of old. Jaynee resisted the urge to giggle. She was certainly no virgin.

  Soon her men began to touch her, lave her nipples, nibble at her skin. She groaned deep
in her throat when they both suckled the tips of her breasts into their mouths at the same time.

  Razor sharp teeth grazed her left breast and she knew it was Dare. Luc moved around behind her. He wrapped his arms around her, his mouth working at her neck. She whimpered, canted her head to the side.

  “Do you submit to us, mate?” Dare asked, his voice rough. “Do you lay your trust at our feet and submit to us in every way?”

  She nodded, then gasped as Luc’s hand sank deep into her pussy from behind. His fingers delved deep, then pulled her slick juices to the tight bud of her ass and inserted his fingers, readying her for his invasion.

  “Say it!” Dare demanded. He fisted his hands in her hair and pulled her head back. She reveled in the pleasure-pain and rocked back, swinging on the ties that held her upright.

  “Yes! Yes, I submit to you and Luc in every way.”

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

  “You are mine, you are Luc’s, you belong to us. Say it!” Dare demanded.

  “I belong to you.” She sobbed.

  “And?”

  “I belong to Luc!”

  With those words Dare slowed his pace and Luc entered her ass. His long, thick cock slid easily into her prepared hole and he moved within her, steadily bringing her closer and closer to another orgasm. Shards of ecstasy rushed through her blood scorching her heart, her soul and she knew she was one with these two men.

  Jaynee tightened her legs around Dare’s waist, pulled him deeper as Luc drove into her ass. She screamed out her release as she felt them both swell within her, growing larger as they neared their own climax.

  She came again, as Dare sank his teeth in her breast, as Luc plunged his own into her neck, and they both drank the nectar of life she knew would make them truly one.

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

  Her trust in him never wavering, she dipped her head and drank from the wound at his wrist. Luc reached forward, leaning in to give his wrist to Dare.

  Still they both surged within her, seeking their own release.

  Dare sank his teeth in Luc’s wrist and drank deep. When he was through, he raised Luc’s wrist to Jaynee. Nodding, she took Luc’s essence into her mouth, swallowing the liquid that would combine their lives, their love and their species.

  Jaynee came again, screaming her climax to the heavens as her mates spilled their seed into the depths of her body.

  “Jaynee of Carrillia, we accept you into our lives, into our blood, as we become one.” Dare and Luc said simultaneously. “Reach for that which is ours within you. Feel our bond, our blood flowing in your veins and embrace us. It is time. Embrace your other side, your animal side.” They lowered her to the ground and held her until she stopped swaying.

  As they moved toward the line of trees, she felt another presence living inside her, growing in strength and insistence. She needed to run, to explore the world around her, but not as a Carrillian or a Savari but as a Pantari. Once they were safely hidden from site, Lucan stopped.

  “It’s time, my mates. Visualize your animal spirit in your mind. See the great black cat as it prepares to hunt, to chase down its prey.”

  Jaynee watched in awe as her mates began their change. Their eyes glowed brilliant amber. Their pupils lengthened. Their teeth grew, muzzles shaped. Hair sprouted on their arms and legs, before their backs bowed and they were forced to drop to all fours.

  Only after her mates stared at her from their feline bodies did she close her eyes and do as Lucan instructed. Power and heat blasted through her body as the great cat emerged from its slumber. Jaynee expected the shift to hurt, but the sense of freedom and joy that flooded her body swept any thought of pain away. When next she opened her eyes, the world had changed. She had changed.

  Her mates surrounded her, buffeting her with their bodies, licked her muzzle then darted away. Unable to help herself, she gave chase.

  Now you are one, Jaynee. You are of the Pantari as is Dare. You are of The Savar as is Luc. The two men now have the power of three as do you. You three are the beginning of an army. An army of powerful triads that will one day defeat the Banart plague. One triad shall form every moon cycle on Carrillia. You must contact the next female in the line of three.

  * * * *

  Carrillia, Two weeks later…

  “Hello?” Laynee answered the buzz of her communication terminal. Sound crackled and the vid-screen was full of static before it cleared to show her a familiar yet beloved face, the face of her twin, older by but a few ticks of a timepiece. “Jaynee! Where have you been? The store has been closed for two weeks and I’ve not seen you.”

  Jaynee nodded. “Yes, Laynee. Tell mother and father that I’m fine.” She smiled softly. “I have to tell you something.”

  “What?” Laynee asked moving to sit at her table in the seat nearest the terminal. “That your spell-book doesn’t work?” She shrugged. “I’ve already figured that out for myself.”

  Jaynee shook her head. “No. It does work. But it will only work for one specific witch per moon cycle.”

  “One a month? What good is that?” Laynee grimaced and took a sip of the steaming Jabba juice at her elbow. “It is very good if you are the chosen witch.”

  Laynee made a face. “Yeah, and you would know how?”

  “I was the first. I woke from a dream and the words spilled from my mind. It was a spell which brought me not one, but two virile males with which to mate.”

  “Two?” Laynee sputtered, her face heating with a blush. It was one of her greatest fantasies.

  “You too?” Jaynee asked with a knowing smile as her mates stepped beside her to wrap her in loving arms. She glanced at them and smiled before looking back at her sister. “It was a dream come true for me, Laynee. Don’t fear it, embrace it.” She suddenly became somber. “Now for the reason I’ve called.” She leveled her gaze at her sister. “You are the next.”

  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.

  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.

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