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Firestorm a.c. Mason

A 1 Night Stand Story

~DEDICATION~

To all the military service women and men, thank you.

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Chapter One No matter what Era did, somehow she always ended up in a desert. In the blistering heat. She often walked through fire in her dreams. One of few westernized areas in the Gulf, Kuwait was hotter than hell. At least to her. She could usually get around with her American papers. “Room 201.” She shoved the email printout in her backpack, removed the room key, and swung the strap onto her shoulder. Why hadn’t she noticed the irony until now? Two on one. Clever. Not a soul had bothered her through the check-in process as per her instructions. If anyone had, her classic “and whom do you think you are” look would have stopped them dead! If not, she could flash her Secretary of Defense issued hall pass. “Ecstasy, here I come.” At the age of thirty-two, one last thing remained on her list of desires. Tonight she would strike this fantasy off the list. So far, Madame Eve seemed to be running a tight operation and appeared to be on the up and up. In less than fourteen minutes, two amazing supernatural males would walk into this very room to give her a night she’d never forget. Maybe her last night on earth. Tomorrow she was Iraq-bound for a Black Ops mission involving a missing diplomat, a terrorist bomb, and her skills to defuse. If such a result could occur. Highly explosive situations were unavoidable in her life. Most of the team would be coming home in pine boxes with flags draped over them; they had a point one percent chance of survival under the circumstance. But for the safety of her fellow Americans, it was a price she would gladly pay. All the team would. In her haste to get this night squared away, she hadn’t specified what type of supernaturals, just that they be a kind that couldn’t infect or make her into what they were. Please let them have talents no human male possessed. Not that she knew much about the paranormal. Though she’d always been drawn to the unknown, she had chalked up her fascination with paranormal activity to a desire to escape from the cruelties humans could inflict on each other, which she’d seen 1

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firsthand. Tonight was about her. No matter what her ex had said about her, she wasn’t frigid. So she didn’t want another woman in her bed. Hell. She’d be more than happy to be of service to a few good men. Two to start. And then who knew, if after tomorrow dawn rose on another day, and she wasn’t disfigured for life—the world would be hers for the taking. Technically, they weren’t men either. They were…. Well, she didn’t know yet. The hall was vacant. The Castillo Resort even managed to ensure a clear coast on her arrival at her room. What service! She was hoping for some double-team hard banging. It’d been a dry spell of epic proportions. Time for her to go out with a double bang. She unlocked the door, opened it, and stepped in. Sin incarnate stood with a towel around his neck. Water droplets slipped along his naked body. Lean bronze muscles created the sharp edges of his masterful physique. Dark straight hair slid back from his face to his shoulders. A remarkable cock hung low. “Holy…!” “I think she’s impressed.” The naked male in front of her nodded toward the bathroom door. “Just wait ’til I’m hard, darling.” She swallowed. It would be a lie not to admit she looked forward to that. Another man, this one with a towel around his waist, emerged from the bathroom. His chiseled ivory upper body gleamed in the candlelight. “Aye.” As his light blue gazed burned its ways down her body, awareness tingled through her. The corners of his mouth quirked up and he ran his hand through his golden brown hair. His tongue passed over his lips. Broad shoulders were littered in freckles. She could try to kiss each one. As though he were fully clothed, Mr. Sin walked past her and shut the door. When he turned back toward her, she felt his stare and turned her head to meet his gaze. Burning her. Black lashes framed the near ruby glow of his irises as she met his intense gaze. The jewel color intrigued her. “I’m mesmerized with the exquisite taste Madame Eve has demonstrated. Aren’t you, Cinaed?” Heat from his firm physique pressed behind her, liquid rushed between her labia. He slid the backpack from her shoulder and dropped it 2

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to the milk chocolate leather sofa in the sitting area of the suite. She felt bare without her bag. “Aye.” Gorgeous nodded. “Sleekit.” “We weren’t expecting you to arrive until nineteen hundred hours.” Sin’s breath blew over her ear. The deep melody of his voice slammed right to her clit. His hardening length imprinted against her bottom. “I’m Seneb and he’s Cinaed. And you are?” So freaking out…. Kinda. She cleared her throat. “Era.” Madame Eve had totally hooked her up! Hallelujah! Seneb came around the front of her. A red feather tattoo on his neck appeared to ripple with flames. Cinaed had an almost identical feather on his neck, in blue. The blaze also moved. But tattoos didn’t do that. Maybe theirs did. They were supernaturals of some kind she reminded herself. “We’d intended to be dressed up for you,” Cinaed said with the sexiest Scottish accent and pointed to the two Gieves & Hawkes suits on hangers next to the closet. The three-piece gray and two-button navy garments were perfectly pressed, but she’d rather see him in a kilt. They had class—she couldn’t deny it. “I guess I’ve saved you the trouble.” She appreciated that they’d intended to bother. Most men didn’t. Though expatriates in the Middle-East Gulf Region tended to have money and style. More than a few had tried tossing their wealth at her for a taste of her ‘brown sugar’. “I don’t know. You could be a whole lot, all on your own,” Seneb said, towel now wrapped around his waist, covering his beautiful male tool. Evident by the raised material, he was in a state of semi-hard. Ready for this evening’s festivities. “Don’t look so disappointed. I can take it off again.” Aside from her facial expressions, she hadn’t moved. “And ruin the fun of doing it for you?” “I’m inclined to let Era do the removing. But unlike you, I enjoy a woman who takes charge.” Cinaed walked over the bar. “Druth?” Glass in hand, he raised and shook it. “What my dear Scotsman is asking is if you have the thirst?” Seneb said. Desire definitely grew within her. “Sure. What are we quenching it with?” 3

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“For us, you’re on the menu.” He gestured to her then between him and Cinaed. “We are under the impression we are on yours.” “Absolutely.” She winked. “What are we drinking?” “Chivas Regal 25 year,” Cinaed said. Not only did they know how to dress, but appreciated good alcohol. So far these two were meeting all her requirements. “That’s a great Scotch…liquid panty remover.” She crossed the room, hips swaying in her five-inch spike heels. More from the lack of practice at wearing them than any attempt at being sexy, but she sure hoped she’d come off all that and then some. Compared to her uniform, the dress left her feeling barely clothed. But her attire shouldn’t remain on too long. “I like mine served neat. You do realize my panties were coming off regardless….” “I like her.” Cinaed poured three glasses and tossed ice in one. She brought her drink to her lips. Smooth apricot and peach flavor rolled over her tongue. Simmering warmth heated her lips. Not only the pricy stuff, but out of this world good. Seneb pulled her into his arms and dipped her. Cinaed caught her drink. Mouth to hers, Seneb’s tongue parted her lips and twirled. Flames engulfed her in the blaze of his touch. She wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the embrace. Too much time had elapsed since a man had handled her, and none had ever managed to do so in such an authoritative manner. Sizzling hunger rushed through her body to her toes. Then again, most men didn’t have the balls this one did. Nor was he a man, technically speaking. “Delicious,” he said, lifting her upright. “I could grow accustomed to neat if I could drink it from her.” “To decadence!” Cinaed held her glass out. In sync they raised their glasses then sucked back the contents. The king-size bed had chocolate satin sheets with rose petals scattered on top. They must have seen to that detail. It was a nice touch. On the dark brown dressers and tables, candles were clustered in groups of three: a red, a blue, and the last gold. The nightstand had a tray with Dom Perignon champagne and chocolate dipped strawberries. Her favorites. One of them had a mind for fine points.

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Chapter Two Seneb had sensed it the moment she’d opened the door. She was one of them. Waves of heat rippled through the air when a fellow Phoenix neared. Upon her death, she’d rise from the ashes reborn. A Phoenix’s soul resided within her. The curves of her body were enticing draped in a cinnamon wrap dress. Taffy curls hung around her face and rested on her shoulders. Her pretty caramel skin tone shone with youth. The juices pooling in her inner folds held sweetness. She was aroused and interested in the coming physical union with them. The scent of her wetness told Seneb with certainty her body was anticipating he and Cinaed entering her, which brought him comfort. He’d like her legs tucked to his shoulders and his face buried in her fountain of liquid desire. Cinaed’s eyes glowed deep cyan blue, filled with hunger. He too wanted to taste her syrup. Era was more than they had asked for. More than they could have fathomed when Seneb had come up with the idea of sharing a night with a woman on their hundred and fiftieth anniversary. The bond of their pairing came from the divine energy of the universes. They had known the moment Cinaed had wakened from the rebirth they were mated, although it was new territory for them both. They were both still attracted to women and missed aspects of female companionship. Cinaed never would have brought it up. So Seneb rented a movie with a ménage involving two men and one woman. As they always did, they discussed their views on the film. He had led the conversation to the idea of them sharing a woman. The fact that she was one of them added mystery and complication to the encounter he hadn’t expected. After four thousand years of living that didn’t happen often. Neither of them could have foreseen this. She crossed the room unwinding her dress and tossed it onto the sofa next to her bag. Though the act would appear random to most, it was anything but. She wanted her items together for an easy exit in the morning. As subcontractor for training militaries

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around the world, he made it his business to notice details of human behavior most overlooked. The thought of her departure stirred uneasiness in him. He pushed the discomfort aside. Cream colored lacy panties and bra covered the last of her curvaceous body. She sat at the foot of bed and lay back gazing at her reflection on the mirrored ceiling. “This is going to come in handy.” The woman was stunning stretched out. “Given the angles we’ll have you in, it will be difficult to accommodate you being able to watch, but if it turns you on we can get creative.” “Seeing adds to the excitement for me.” She flashed a smile in his direction. So far she’d matched him at every challenge he’d tossed her way, which for him made or broke his opinion of woman. Cinaed knelt on the floor and spread her legs. His fingers traveled up her inner thigh to the mark of the Phoenix—a birthmark in the shape of a flaming bird’s wing. He glanced over to Seneb. With a nod, he acknowledged their shared understanding. If any doubt had remained, it had just been obliterated. Cinaed leaned in and kissed her skin, lifting her legs onto his shoulders. Her heels rested on Cinaed’s back. The visual of the two of them filled Seneb with lust. Era propped up on her elbows and watched as Cinaed rolled her panties down and discarded them with the rest of her clothing. “Brazilian wax.” His voice was soft. “I really like her.” It had taken them three days to complete the questionnaire; if any other woman had walked in they would have been disappointed. Seneb picked up the basket of condoms and sat on the bed next to her. “We got latex, polyurethane, sheepskin, flavored, colored, ribbed, lubricated, and any other kind you can fathom.” Given the slick gleam of her outer labia, it didn’t look like they would needed added lube. “Since we need large, Cinaed suggested we bring a good supply in all varieties for your comfort.” At first Seneb thought the idea of having condoms was absurd. Neither could get her pregnant. Nor did they carry diseases. Cinaed pointed out that protection might be important to the woman and if they didn’t bring any she might end the encounter, Seneb didn’t want that to happen. 6

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“How very thoughtful.” “Indeed he is.” Her eyes drowned in hunger. What sinful thought ran behind those pools of intrigue? “What’s your preference?” “I’m a swallower, so definitely not for oral.” She grinned; mischief twinkled in her eyes. “What can I say, I like the taste.” Cinaed looked at him with a broad smile, and Seneb wouldn’t deny hearing that made him even harder. It was an act of total acceptance for most men and especially for them both. “I find prophylactics a hassle to use for anal so that leaves traditional, and since I’m on the pill, and we all got checked out for this encounter…I’m comfortable with each of your preferences.” She lifted up. “The one thing you can’t do is make me whatever you are.” This could prove to be very complicated. Seneb met Cinaed’s grim expression. Neither of them would want to part with her. At least not until after her death. No one should wake up from death alone. It was scary. They had tonight to convince her they were what she had been missing. “We’re Phoenixes, and you are either born destined to rebirth or not.” His companion’s defensive tone came as no surprise given they both knew she was one of them. “No one can make you what we are. It’s an honor decided at conception.” “Great, then it won’t be an issue.” Era stretched out on the bed. There lay the problem. No matter what he and Cinaed did, she would be one of them, whether she wanted to be or not. “I’ve never heard of Phoenixes,” she said. “Very few have. We don’t tend to mix with other supernaturals. We don’t advertise much since you cannot become like us. Think of us more in terms of a secret society with a birthright to join. Rebirth to be specific.” The flame properties of the spark within them kept most other paranormal creatures away as they feared fire. Seneb trailed his index finger from her shoulder down to her nipple then switched to his mouth. Head angled to the side, he pressed her hardened button with his tongue. What kind of fire hid inside her? Red or blue? Would he see shadows of it as they shared bliss? He could only hope. 7

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As her fingers slid into his hair, she watched in the mirror above. Cinaed kissed his way up the inside of her thigh until his mouth met with the slit between her legs and descended. Her breathing accelerated. The slick sounds of his partner’s mouth against her pussy heightened Seneb’s own hunger. She loosened the towel around Seneb’s waist and took his cock into her hand. Up and down, she stroked him. Each pass he grew more frantic for her. She sped her pumps, drawing his excitement to the tip. “I want to taste you,” she demanded. Who was he to deny her such a request? He lifted onto his knees placing one on each side of her head and lowered on all fours over her. She parted her lips and took his penis into her mouth. Snug, slick, and hot for him. Her tongue felt amazing. Cinaed withdrew his face from her pussy and kissed Seneb coated in her juices. Damn, did she ever taste good on his mate. Sweet as her fragrance indicated. She slipped his penis from her mouth. “Tasty?” she asked, gaze angled and fixed on them. Spreading her lips, she took him deep. “Very,” Cinaed said. “Roll her on top of you.” This was going in the right direction. “You heard the man. We are going to switch spots.” Era withdrew from his cock and nodded. In tandem they swapped spots with her on top. Her mouth slipped to the base of his cock. No woman had taken him so quickly. Desired his dick so much. Most women four thousand years ago didn’t know what they wanted, let alone what men wanted from them. Seneb lifted to her pussy and licked the coating from her. Sweet and slick, his mate’s flavor had mixed into her juices. Cinaed didn’t remove his towel. The man was self-conscious about the large width of his cock and preferred she didn’t see until she’d taken him into her. To distract her from what was going on behind her, Seneb suckled her clitoris with increased vigor. She whimpered while gorging on him. It wouldn’t take much more from her talented lips to work him to release. Once Cinaed worked his fingers into her, she’d flow like the Nile. Stretching her before penetration would ease the worry Cinaed felt at hurting her. 8

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its end. He withdrew, brought his digits to his mouth, and sucked them. “Mmm. Would you like a drink, bonnie?” She crawled next to Seneb and rested on the bed. “Yes, please.” A quirk flipped up the corner of his mouth. Madame Eve had said they could choose whether to share personal information during their time together. Era couldn’t help her curiosity about Seneb and Cinaed. They were sin in the flesh. Manly. Cinaed held out the flutes for her and Seneb. “Are you two a couple?” she asked. They both reacted very sexually to her, but to each other as well. Why did they want to share a night with a woman? They exchanged a glance, which she more or less expected. It seemed reasonable that they checked with the other regarding how much to share with her since they had been in the room together when she arrived. Seneb had spoken on Cinaed’s behalf on more than one occasion. “If we answer your questions, we will require you to do the same,” Seneb said. She nodded in acceptance of their terms. “Fair.” There was nothing to hide about her motivation to share tonight with them. “We are mated. When a Phoenix meets his or her mate, there is a tangible awareness among those that are reborn.” Cinaed sat at the edge of the bed and drank. Maybe it was just her, but that didn’t make any sense. “What does that mean?” “As Seneb stated earlier, one cannot become a Phoenix. You are either born to become like us or not. If you are, when you die from your human life, you are reborn a Phoenix. You remain the age you were at that time.” So that explained some of the process of becoming a Phoenix. She still wondered about the tangible awareness between them. Being reborn at whatever age you were when you died could be problematic. “What if you died at ninety-three?” She’d come across a few rockin’ older folks, but those were the exception. Not the rule. “Then you’d be ninety-three from then on.” Not what she was hoping to hear. “Would you be strong? Have powers?” Not 10

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that it should matter to her since she wasn’t a Phoenix. “We are drawn to danger in our mortal life. Very few of us make it into old age before death. So it’s unlikely for us to make it to our nineties. We command fire, have superhuman strength, and possess a demanding sexual appetite.” That was all kinds of wrong to be thinking about someone who’s ninety-three with an insatiable sex drive. “Please continue about your relationship.” “Phoenixes are paired by red for fire from the earth like the chemical elements of silicon dioxide sand or lava and blue for air from the sky like the atomic element of oxygen. Mates share their gifts with each making the other more powerful. We met before I died. Seneb knew I was Phoenix and waited to help me transition. When I was reborn, we knew we were paired. Only our mate can see the living flame of the tattoo on our neck.” What a handy thing to put in place. “How does it appear to a mate?” “As though the flames are moving, rippling for lack of better term,” Seneb said, tracing with his thumb along her shoulder. She had to have imagined seeing their feather tattoos moving before. Perhaps her vision faltered due to the heat outside, fatigue from her trip, or some other totally logical reason. There was no way she was going to check to make sure either. Because if they did appear to move she might dash out the door, and this encounter was too important to her. So far the night was shaping to be wondrous and she didn’t want it to end. “What’s wrong?” He kissed her neck. “Nothing. I just think it’s an interesting way to identify the individual you belong with. Humans could use something to help point them in the right direction. So though you are mated you share other sexual partners?” “No…our union has been monogamous for a hundred and fifty years since after Cinaed’s human life ended,” Seneb said. “Until we were paired, we had never been with a male. I’d spend three thousand seven hundred and some odd years as a bachelor enjoying the company of countless women. Met and spent time with other Phoenixes but none were my mate. Cinaed was married in his human life with a wife and two kids.” “Seneb and I are candid with each other. There are aspects of a woman we 11

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desire. We wanted to share this pleasure with each other and a female open enough to take part. You are, aren’t you, Era?” “Yes.” She’d seen her share of crazy. Known a lot of people with ideas of what was natural and unnatural. What she knew for sure was receptiveness, kindness, and love were the most important traits in the people she let into her life. “For hundred and fifty years you’ve gone without, so why seek a woman now?” “When you are immortal, time blurs. Like how when you are young, minutes seem to tick tock sixty times and as you get older decades blend…. Even more so for us, time rushes by. We’ve been busy sharing things neither of us had seen before.” Cinaed’s lips covered hers. His arms cocooned her. “Seneb tastes delicious on your mouth.” A smile lit his eyes. With the tips of his nose, he skimmed her face. Inside her, hunger fluttered anew. “Why did you want this encounter?” Cinaed asked. “It’s the single most prevalent desire I’ve had.” Two men holding her to their bodies protectively, adoringly, and demanding. Fulfilling their hunger with every inch of her. Accepting her. How many times had she awakened from dreams where two men possessed her and then masturbated to relieve herself? More than would be considered normal.

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Chapter Four Cinaed climbed between her legs and stared into her eyes, mouth hovering over hers. There was more to her interest in two men than what she’d said. He could see the wheels turning behind her dark gaze. Blessed or cursed with the ability to sense others’ emotions, he couldn’t discern in terms of words or clear thoughts, only feelings. When he’d explained to her about the feathers, she’d avoided looking at either of theirs. Usually when they told non-Phoenixes the first place a person’s stare darted to was their tattoos. Each individual they came across in their lives set off a ripple like that of a pond. Tonight had been a gift of pleasure to share. She was different. Not just because she was one of them. He didn’t want to part with her. The depth of the shift her presence created within him wasn’t surface. He’d feared this. His heart belonged no less to Seneb, but it was also letting her in. “Shouldn’t I be on top?” she asked with a smile. A woman both submissive just as Seneb preferred and dominant the way Cinaed liked in a perfect package—a switch. She had reacted to Seneb’s desire for her to surrender as though she found pleasure in doing so. A golden aura pulsed around her, setting the sepia tone of her skin ablaze, as though he could see the flame within her move and then shoot through him and Seneb. Cinaed nodded. “I would like that very much.” His enjoyment came from giving up control. For them to find harmony within a woman, they needed one who could both give and take in the same breath. Her ability to transition into the role of commander seamlessly gave him the impression she enjoyed it. “She’s got you figured out,” Seneb said with a playful laugh. They rolled, and she took the superior position on Cinaed. Her bottom rested on his lower abdomen. Her wet pussy rocked against his skin. She reached over and grabbed a strawberry. “Did you get these?” “Yes.” Sex could leave lovers spent and in need of replenishment.

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She smiled, lowered one to his mouth, and slid it along the surface. “Thank you.” Gratitude was a dwindling trait these days. “You’re welcome, Era.” With the tip of the berry, she coaxed his lips apart. “Lick it,” she ordered. He twirled his tongue around the chocolate coating as he had done with her clit. She lifted the fruit to her mouth and bit. “You like?” At this point he was painfully hard and aroused beyond sanity. He didn’t know if he’d make it past getting inside her; if he did, he’d be proud. “Most definitely. Would you like to try for yourself?” “Yes, please.” She lowered her mouth to his. The sweetness of chocolate and strawberries glazed her lips. Round and round, she whirled her tongue with his. “I need you inside me.” She lifted upright, tossed his towel to the side, and held his penis. Her eyes lit up. There he found no fear. “Impressive.” She brought the tip of his cock to her opening and released her weight, forcing her delicate flesh to cede for their union. Seneb knelt behind her. “After him, only extremely skilled lovers will manage to make you come.” “Like you?” “I really like her too, Cinaed.” He kissed her neck affectionately. So how did the two of them convince their woman to let them into her world. Into her heart? When this had all been a set-up for a 1Night Stand? Part of her had to sense the connection even if she couldn’t admit it just yet. Juices flowed down the shaft of his cock as she pumped up and down. Seneb kissed her ear and squeezed her breasts. The hazel rings of his eyes glowed to ruby, glistening with hunger. Watching them touch added to his own arousal. Not that he needed any help. Without complaint she’d worked him into her body. The snug hold of her canal stroked the length of him. He held her hips to slow her movements in hopes that he could last long enough for her to climax again. Seneb reached over, picked up a flute, and brought the rim to her lips. Golden liquid flowed in her mouth and down her chin. Cinaed sat up and licked the 14

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stream from her sleek neck. Bubbles tingled over his tongue. A soft moan lingered between her pants. He pumped into her. She gasped. He wanted her to be theirs. For them both to possess her. In return they’d worship her for eternity. Lying back, he held onto her. At a sharp rhythm, he rocked into her from beneath. Behind her, Seneb got into position. He spit in his hand and stroked his cock. Seneb had done the same for him so many times. Cinaed held her against him and captured her mouth with his own to distract her from the coming pleasure. Seneb pressed into her. Her lips quivered against Cinaed. In that moment she had his heart. Vulnerable without fear of appearing weak was the sexiest characteristic in a woman for him. Her slick opening pumped the length of him at the beat of Seneb’s movements. Their pleasure connected to one another. Seneb reached around and rubbed her clit. Cinaed felt the rushed motion of Seneb’s fingers between his own body and hers. In sync they filled her. Harder. Faster. And again. Sparks flashed around them in the room. A rush of air swirled around the space, feeding into the flame in his body. His flesh grew hot. Her body molded into his. A cocoon of flames encased them, nourished by golden air emanating from her. The sheets burst into flames. The bed caught fire. Seneb’s gaze held wonder and disbelief when it met his. Something gold appeared on her skin. Cinaed lifted her hair and exposed her neck. A blazing, golden feather silhouette faded. Era bucked her hips and cried out against his chest. Her frantic rhythm coaxed his release inside her. With his arms wrapped around her, he held on tight. “Braw.” Good. Seneb’s irises shone a brilliant red as he grunted in release, pumping the last of his climax inside her. “Much better, aye?” Cinaed stroked her wavy hair away from her face. “Much.” Seneb kissed between her shoulder blades and pulled out from her. Still inside her, Cinaed’s erection hadn’t gone down yet. He flexed it so she could feel how hard he remained even after coming. “Amazing.” She giggled against him. “I must be a wreck.” 15

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“I dare say, darling.” With his fingers to her back, Seneb rubbed along her spine. “You’re the most beautiful woman either of us has ever seen.” “He’s right,” Cinaed said. She slipped him from inside her and rose. “You’re both just saying that because you’re in the euphoria of after-climax-delight.” He sat up and kissed her mouth. “We don’t say things we don’t mean, Era.” “Bet that’s what you tell all the girls.” She slipped off her heels, glanced back at him, and winked. Her words pained him. There had been no girls. Now there never could be. Not after what they had just shared with her. “I need to use the bathroom.” Her perfectly rounded erse jiggled, as she removed a blue case from her backpack, headed for the washroom, and closed the door. Seneb lay next to him and let out an exasperated sigh. “How do we keep her?” Vulnerability quivered the pitch of his voice. “You know, I was never any good at building connections that lead to relationships.” The woman Cinaed had loved in his mortal life had remarried soon after his death to a landowner to keep their family from poverty. “I don’t have any more skill in this area than you.” “She’s ours you know. I feel it. I saw something when the three of us were joined. A golden feather on her skin and then it vanished....” So it wasn’t just his imagination. Not that he would have believed, his mind played tricks on him. Seneb’s words confirmed what Cinaed knew through to his bones. “Aye, as did I.” They were in a boat without a paddle. Neither of them knew what to do. “We could tell her the truth,” Seneb said. “I can only imagine how well that will go over.” Cinaed frowned. “Did you see how she reacted to the idea of becoming what we are?” Somewhere inside, she knew she was different. Most supernaturals did. “We go the casual route of ‘hey let’s keep in touch and do this again.’” Seneb turned onto his side toward him. “In the meantime she gets a man in her life.” A coward’s plan. But given how 16

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long both of them had gone without a person linking them to the human world, it wasn’t unimaginable. When Era died, leaving behind her mortal life and her connection to those she loved would pain them too. “If any other male touches her, I’ll kill him.” The hazel of his lover’s eyes darkened. “I love it when you get possessive.” Cinaed smiled. “It’s sexy.” “Stop busting my balls about it. I’m more hot tempered than you are.” “I’m sticky and need another shower.” He stood up, removed his smartphone from the top of the dresser, and slipped it in her backpack. At least this way they had a way of calling her or tracking her down after their assignment for the American military tomorrow. They could not cage their firebird if they wanted her to come back. Besides, they had a mission in the morning to see to the survival of special cargo. “Smart move.” Seneb smiled. “So is the shower.” “Let’s join our little blazing fireball.” All that was left was showing her she belonged with them. Seneb grabbed the duvet and stretched out the fabric on the floor. “I’m right behind you.” Given the crispy state of the bed it was great idea.

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Chapter Five Era dunked under the water. Something seriously awesome and messed up had happened when they all climaxed. Sparks and fire. Flames. And she didn’t mean figuratively either. The sheets had burst into a blaze. That couldn’t be good from a property ownership standpoint. Yet she seemed to be feeding into the firestorm. She processed no other word to describe what they'd shared with her. Her flesh felt bare without their hands on her. How was that even possible? Both saw to her climax. Neither of them proved to be a selfish lover. One picked up where the other left off. She wanted to see them again. But they were a unit. She couldn’t come in and screw that up. No way would she be home wrecker. She heard the bathroom door open and close. “I hope you don’t mind if we join you, but we’re sticky,” Cinaed said. “We got lonely without you.” His words thrilled her. Don’t get too attached to these two. But how did she stop what was already happening. Less than five minutes had passed since she'd left them. “It doesn’t hurt that we are both willing to help with those hard to reach spots.” Seneb opened the beige curtain at the back of the shower and stepped in. Cool air behind her was replaced by a warm, towering frame. When she looked back, Cinaed seized her mouth. Seneb took hold of one breast, lowered his mouth, and sucked her nipple. Moisture collected between her inner labia. Cinaed’s hand slipped between her legs and circled her clit. A quake shuddered through her body. His digits dipped into her and his thumb massaged her sensitive bead. How did she walk out of that room with her sanity and her heart? These two males were immortal. What would they want with a human girl about to die? Even if she survived, she’d never look the same. She’d seen enough bomb injuries to grasp the damage left behind on the body. “Era.” Seneb held the liquid soap bottle, waved it, and put some in his other hand.

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Cinaed reached over her shoulder and took the container from him. “We are going to give you the most decadent cleansing ever.” Four large male hands lathered her skin. Bubbles covered her. They rubbed, squeezed, and kneaded every inch of her. Kissing then biting her lightly between sections, they adored her body. Pulled back under the water against Cinaed’s chest, she shivered. Maybe she was depraved, but she wanted the rest of her life to be like this moment. Heavenly. “Will you wash each other for me?” “Is that all you wish us to do?” Seneb asked. She shook her head. “What else would you like to see?” Cinaed’s blue eyes filled with desire. “I want to watch the two of you pleasuring each other.” Such masculine males together, giving and taking from each other, would be mind blowing. “Mmm.” Seneb smiled. “You like to watch. Don’t you, Era?” “Yes, I do.” Despite all the fancy notions she was allowing to take shape in her thoughts, all she had was tonight to share with them. “Does it make your pussy all wet for us?” Cinaed asked. She nodded. Tomorrow she was going into the zone of no return. Unlike her other missions, she didn’t see an out. Her superiors had a plan, but it left little room for her to walk away. This was the mission she’d been training for her entire career. The assignment that would earn her a Purple Heart. Finally the Master Explosive Ordnance Disposal Officer and she had the badge to prove it. There had been dangerous nick of time situations in the past, but eventually her luck with explosives would run out. Even her commanding officer told her it would be so. Tonight she would give these two everything she had. Including her heart. As Cinaed moved past her, he kissed her cheek. They soaped up their hands then rubbed the suds against each other’s chiseled chest. Hunger intensified their eyes. Their lips and tongues met then their hands descended. Watching them touch each other, Era’s body burned with desire. The way it had when the three of them were joined. Golden air burst and swirled toward them. Seneb’s hand wrapped around Cinaed’s cock. Cinaed cupped Seneb’s balls then worked his way up his shaft. Up and down, they stroked the other’s hard 19

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dick. As the gold of her aura met Seneb’s red flames, sparks cast about the shower and the same was true of the blue blaze engulfing Cinaed. The shower curtain went up in smoke. Scorch marks littered the ivory tiles. This all had to be in her head. Of course the stress of her mission was causing her to make connections where there were none. How could she be surrounded by fire and not burn? Seneb turned Cinaed toward her and water from the showerhead rinsed him off. Cinaed reached out and pulled her to him. The flames around them cocooned her, too. Seneb parted Cinaed’s legs. The blue of his eyes grew brighter. She leaned in, kissing him gently. Her lips trailed down his Adam’s apple. With her mouth and tongue to his flesh, she licked and bit her way down his muscular torso and abdomen. She knelt before him. He held her cheek in his hand. From between Cinaed’s parted legs, past his balls, the last of Seneb’s cock worked into him. Cinaed lifted her face. “I want you to look at me while sucking my dick.” She smiled. Eyes fixed to his, she nodded. In her heart she knew she could get lost in his intensity. In his tenderness. In their devotion. The smooth skin of his wet shaft slid into her mouth. She held the shaft, pumping her hand down and up the length. He rested his hand at the back of her neck and set the tempo of her gliding. Back and forth, she worked his stiff dick to her throat. Her cunt dripped at the thought of tasting his cum. The fact that he was so generous in his affection added to her need to see him through to bliss. “You’re so beautiful with my cock in your mouth.” She could only imagine; her mascara had no doubt run, and the wet mess of her hair. But he saw her differently. The specifics were hard to know. Accepting. Open. Water descended on them. On impact it sizzled and evaporated. Steam filled the space. Why didn’t their fiery touch burn her? There was no way she was like them. Behind him, Seneb groaned. Fast and erratic, he drove into Cinaed, adding to her excitement. The first gush of Cinaed's climax flooded her tongue. She swallowed the warm offering. The motion of his pumps slowed. She slipped him from her mouth. The walls were covered in dark trails of soot. 20

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hands all over her worked her up into an edgy state and yet it couldn’t fully shake her from the sorrow settling in. This evening’s inner battle had taken its toll on her heart. She never should have said those words to either of them. In the heat of their exchange, she couldn’t stop herself. Their ease with each other demonstrated an intimacy she’d never shared with anyone. But one she’d always wanted. After they washed, Seneb turned off the water and Cinaed wrapped her in a towel. Though she hadn’t said a word in some time, they didn’t push as they dried her. They had laid out a duvet on the floor by the foot of the charred bed. Cinaed laid her in the center and climbed in. Seneb crawled on the other side. “It’s going to be all right,” Cinaed said, tucked in behind her. “You are ours, Era.” Seneb kissed her forehead, holding her tight to him. “We’ll look after you from now on.” They didn’t know the meaning of their own words. Tears filled her eyes. No man had ever said such a thing to her. There was no way she could let the thought of staying go any further than her fantasies. She closed her eyes and listen to their breathing, waiting for them to fall sleep so she could make her escape. She fought the urge to rest in the comfort and safety of these two kind souls. If only she'd met them two years ago, before she’d committed to the program. As their bodies relaxed, she slipped from between them out of the makeshift bed on the floor. There was no time to put on panties. She wrapped her dress around her nude body and slipped into her heels. Guilt gnawed at her. She couldn’t depart without leaving them something for what they had shared with her. She pulled the sheet with the instructions out of her backpack and penned Thank you, Seneb and Cinaed for sharing more passion and love with me than I’ve know from any man, signed Era Bennu with her phone number stateside. If they wanted closure, they could call. One of her family members would tell them what happened. She placed the note on the bar next to the Scotch. On her way to the door, she grabbed her backpack and paused. They lay peacefully asleep. She opened the door and walked out. Tears rolled 22

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down her cheeks. She took the stairs down two floors to the vacant lobby. She had a hundred and ten minutes to dispose of her things and be on base for departure. Reaching in her bag for her wallet, she found a cell phone that wasn’t hers. An unread text message had her name on it. It was painful when you left our bed. Agony when you paused not to go to you. Heart stopping when you walked out. We would never keep you against your will. Here’s Cinaed’s cell until we work out the details of how we move “us” forward. Please call. Love XO, S and C. PS: We miss you. They had sent the message a minute after she’d left the room. Her heart hurt and leapt. They’d been awake. When the gold mist came from her, she sensed a connection to Seneb and Cinaed in ways that were much more than physical. It was as though she were like them. That wasn’t possible…. So why didn’t their fires burn her. Why hadn’t she died back in Somalia in 2007 when everyone else left the building in a pine box? Tomorrow might not be out of her reach. But had she screwed things up too badly with Cinaed and Seneb to make up for walking out on them? There was only one way to find out.

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Epilogue Seneb dialed the number one last time before they went into the briefing room. It would be a solid twenty-four hours before he had the chance to leave her another message or send her another text. She’d received their first note because he’d gotten back a confirmation that she’d opened it. Why hadn’t she answered them? Servicemen walked past them, entered the conference room with a look to both of them. Their own part of the mission was not for most to be made aware of. They were to get the Master Explosive Ordnance Disposal Officer to the bomb and make sure the diplomat got out alive. They could create a shield of fire around one, possibly two humans if the bomb went off. Her answering system kicked in as it had every other time. Of course she wasn’t back in the USA yet, but maybe she had checked her messages or would at least pick up Cinaed's cell phone. Neither occurred. The system would take no additional messages as her voice mailbox was full. He released the call. “We’ll find her.” Cinaed clenched his jaw. Seneb nodded. Of course they would, but he hoped that happened before her mortal life ended. Neither of them wanted her to die or wake from her death alone. They would guide her into her new life. He placed his cell phone in their locker. No personal communication devices went beyond this point. The crease of Cinaed’s brow made evident he too worried. Seneb rested his hand on his partner’s shoulder and rubbed. The soldier standing guard outside the room glanced at them. It was better if the young man didn’t ask and neither of them would tell. “It’s going to work out.” It had to. He opened the door to the briefing room. “Dismissed,” General Dolmen said. Those seated rose from the boardroom table. Their own instructions wouldn’t be part of the team’s briefing. Most didn’t know what their role was. Military contractors for hire. They dealt only in situations that involved explosives, since

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they were immune to the properties. There were very few things that could kill them, but water was one. If their lungs filled with fluid, they could not combat its power. They would die a true death. Despite their aversion to water around others, because of the danger it posed to them, they had showered with Era without hesitation. “Master EODO Bennu, you’ll be with Phoenix team, Seneb Keita and Cinaed Bryce.” Era stood in her uniform, hair pulled back and a questioning gaze in her eyes. Did she ever look beautiful. “If anyone can defuse this bomb, it will be Bennu.” The man’s stare held admiration. Not that Seneb could fault the general. “She’s got an uncanny sense when it comes to explosives.” There was no surprise that she would be skilled at anything she did. A Phoenix’s draw to fire was equal to that of a moth to a flame. It could not be helped and often resulted in their mortal death and rebirth. “She’ll brief you. I expect you both to look after her.” The general walked to the door and paused. Seneb was sure that neither he nor Cinaed intended to let her out of their sight again. This morning had gutted them. “We will.” They said in sync. Dolmen exited the room. The heavy door slammed shut. The three of them were alone. “You both do look handsome with clothing on, but I prefer you naked.” She strutted to the door. Cinaed caught her wrist and pulled her to him. “I love you, Era.” “I love you as well, our darling.” Seneb tucked into the both of them. “Era, don’t ever put us through that kind of agony again.” “Or I’ll be forced to discipline you over and over again.” Cinaed kissed her temple. “Neither of you knows me. How can you say that?” she asked, her voice softened. “Everything I touch turns to ash.” “That’s because you were born to be ours. Cast from fire.” 25

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“I’m a Phoenix?” “Yes,” Cinaed said. “Unlike any we have ever come across, but certainly a Phoenix.” “And you believe I’m yours?” “No, darling, we know you are ours.” Seneb nodded. “A perfect fit.” Today might not be the day she would be reborn, but it would be sooner than any of them wanted. The crossroad of mortal death was never easy. A day when she would be forced to leave behind her family and ties to society. They would grieve too. No matter how hard he and Cinaed tried to protect her. Death would claim her mortality and the universes would rebirth her immortality. “I want to believe, too, but….” Her pretty, dark eyes shied from theirs. Seneb angled her face to meet his gaze. Quakes trembled between the three of them. Red, blue, and gold swirled enveloping them. Fire burst from him into the shape of wings. The flames gusted from his body dancing around her. The golden air emanating from her increased the size of his red flames. “Your heart already does, Era.” Cinaed blazed, blue wings spread, and he lifted her hand to his chest. “If I make it out alive today, we’ll have time to figure this out.” She rested against him. “When the day comes for your mortal life to end, you’ll rise from the ashes. The three of us have an eternity to figure this out.” Sharing the world and their powers would bring new joys for him and Cinaed. “Let’s make sure to include loads of pleasure between solving the mysteries of the universes.” “That sounds decadent!” she said and grabbed onto them. The fact that she’d used Cinaed’s word made the two of them chuckle. Their new mate would know more decadence than she could have fathomed. The heat from their fire, and hers feeding into it caused them to rise off the floor. “I can’t say I mind joining the mile high club.” She smiled. He and Cinaed chuckled but hunger filled them.

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~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~

Born from the union of her Scottish and Belgian mother and an African American and Cherokee father, a.c. Mason’s youth was filled with dichotomies and moving from place to place. She developed a curiosity to explore through writing the seedy side of our nature and desires. Add to that her fascination with theology, politics, history, horror, and erotica. And voila, her distinct voice surfaced; described as a unique mélange of complex characters, well-crafted suspense, and mesmerizing visceral erotica. Her stories are the place where darkness meets human desire and fairytales endings are not promised but earned. She wrote on and off since her early teens as a hobby and for friends. She enjoys delving into the realms of the unknown and blurring the caution lines. Mason is fluent in French and English. She’s an avid traveler, including most of Canada, both of the United States seaboards, England and Europe. Her studies were in the computer field. She advocates the preservation of our natural and cultural riches for future generations. She’s one of the founding members of IRMC Books (Interracial and Multicultural Books): http://www.irmcbooks.com/ Take a journey with her characters and come face to face with what lays beneath their illusions. Emerge…on the other side changed.

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