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Passion Unbound 3: Wanton Nights Tawny Taylor

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Passion Unbound 3: Wanton Nights Tawny Taylor

If you could be kidnapped by any man, who would it be?

And thus it was from the beginning of time. Two knights. One bride. They whispered their story to The Chosen, a human endowed with the gift of Hearing… The Chosen wrote the story and released it into the human world.

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The bait was set. The spell was cast. And then they waited…

-- An excerpt from the Ierd Kimeno , the sacred text of the Twelfth Knight Brotherhood

Kaitlin Doyle has devoured many a steamy romance novel -- bondage stories, ménage stories, stories about vampires and warriors and werewolves. But her all-time favorite is Her Dark Knights . The heroes, Cayne and Ronan, are fallen angels. Demons! Who would have ever thought that she’d find evil beings so freaking sexy? Or that she’d fantasize about being possessed by two darkly seductive Masters? But still, that is just fantasy. Her naughty little secret. It could never happen in real life.

Then again, maybe it could…

One minute she’s sleeping in her bed, the next she’s dragged into the world of her favorite author’s imagination. And those sinfully gorgeous fallen angels are about to make her darkest fantasies a reality. She’d never dreamed it was possible, that she could surrender to her secret desires.

Ohhhh, the wanton pleasure…

Prologue

And thus it was from the beginning of time. Two knights. One bride. The knights whispered their story to The Chosen, a human endowed with the gift of Hearing, as she lay in bed, straddling the line between wakefulness and sleep. The Chosen wrote the story and released it into the human world. The bait was set. The spell was cast.

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And then they waited. Only their mate could activate the magic. On the night of the full moon, if the bride read her Masters’ story and uttered the plea, the barricade protecting the portal between their worlds would be disabled for a single moon rising, leaving a temporary passage through which her Masters could travel to claim her. In this way, the Twelfth Knight Brotherhood has hunted their mates for centuries, and thus continued to thrive… -- An excerpt from Ierd Kimeno , the sacred text of the Twelfth Knight Brotherhood

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This wasn’t a dream. It was real. Terrifyingly real. Wickedly real. Two domineering men were standing before her, nude, hard, ready. The lust in their eyes scorched her skin. She quivered. Ronan lunged toward her, snatching her wrists in his huge fists. He coaxed her away from the door then turned to crush her between his powerful body and Cayne’s. Two men. Two powerful, seductive men wanted her. Couldn’t get enough of her. She shuddered as lips skimmed over her cheek, teeth scraped her neck, hands branded her breasts and stomach. She’d never thought she’d ever have the guts to be dominated by two powerful men, like in her favorite book. They were about to make her darkest fantasies a reality. Fantasies she’d never realized she had. She hadn’t thought it was possible. But ohhhh, the wicked pleasure…

Oh. My. God. What brilliant stories these authors came up with. How the heck did they do that? This author outshined them all. Kaitlin Doyle had read many a steamy romance novel, but Her Dark Knights blew the others away for so many reasons. She’d read romance stories, bondage stories, ménage stories, stories about vampires and warriors and werewolves. But Lucifer’s fallen angels? Who would have ever thought that she’d find evil beings so freaking sexy? In the movies, Lucifer’s angels, aka demons, were always hideous creatures with huge, protruding horns and thick, wrinkled skin like an elephant. To make them beautiful, that was a stroke of pure genius.

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Kaitlin squinted at the glaring red numbers on her alarm clock. It couldn’t be two o’clock in the morning already. Thank God it was the weekend. She could sleep in as late as she wanted tomorrow. She leafed through the remaining pages. Only a few chapters. She didn’t want to stop reading now, couldn’t stop. The heroine was about to do The Deed with her two yummy heroes for the first time. But first, a snack and something to drink. She padded barefoot through her apartment to the kitchen. The only sounds interrupting the constant, heavy silence were a hollow drip of her bathroom faucet and the low rumble of the furnace. She passed through a blade of silvery moonlight knifing across the darkness engulfing her living room and shuffled into the kitchen, snapping on the murky yellow light from her range hood. She eyed a bag of chips, then checked the refrigerator, considering a few other options. Fruit. Some wilted leftover salad from lunch. A bowl of cereal. In the end, she went for an apple -- healthy -- with some yummy caramel dip -- not so healthy. Gathering a small knife and a paper plate, she headed back to her room and flopped on the bed, propping the book up as she sliced the apple.

Hot. Tight. Desperate with desire, she whimpered as her Master cupped the back of her head, tilting it so he could kiss her. His lips slanted over hers, hard and demanding. His tongue speared into her mouth, a possession, not a shy exploration. Everything felt different with these men. The way they touched her, kissed her, made her feel inside…

Completely drawn into the story, Kaitlin ignored the sting on her thumb where she’d nicked herself with the knife and turned the page.

She didn’t just want to have sex with these men, she wanted to be overtaken by them, to surrender her body to them, and experience what she’d only read about…

She dunked the apple slice into the sticky dip and popped it into her mouth. “I think I’d want to surrender too, if I was being kissed like that by two scrumptious men.” She swallowed and sighed. “Some people get all the luck. I’d be happy with just one semi-scrumptious man. Where is my yummy real-life hero? Is he out there somewhere? Waiting for me?” She sighed again, sliced another piece off the apple, and flipped another page. A single droplet of blood fell on the bottom margin. She wiped it away with her napkin then wrapped the paper around the wounded digit to stem the bleeding. “Come on, Mr. Fantasy. Find me already, would you?” The story carried her deeper into the characters’ erotic fantasy world, of submission and domination, healing and discovery. It was the kind of story she’d never forget, the kind that haunted her dreams. That night, of course, she dreamed of two wickedly sensual heroes. Who happened to look just like the

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guys in her book. And they did all those naughty things to her . Several hours later, still semi-asleep, straddling the line between wakefulness and her dreams, Kaitlin felt her fiancé climb into bed with her, run his hand down her back, over the swell of her derriere. Feeling warm and soft and feminine, she smiled and arched her back, teasing, “Not now, I’m sleepinggg…” Ohmygod! She wasn’t engaged anymore, hadn’t been for over a year. Completely disoriented, she flipped onto her back. The shadow hovering over her was way too big to belong to Jim. “What the --” A huge hand clapped over her mouth, cutting off the rest of the expletive. Blinking to clear her sleep-bleary eyes, and filled with terror, she thrashed and kicked and swung her fists, striking the enormous person standing over her anywhere she could, as hard as she could. No more than a few seconds later, she was hauled backward against a second huge, hard body. Hot breath warmed the crook of her neck as crazy jolts of energy zipped through her body. Who? Why? What was going on? She remembered the book. Could this be another dream? It felt so freaking real! Hot, hard male body. The very real sensation of being held. And oh my, what was that hard thing pressed against her bottom? It was too big to be… couldn’t be… She sucked in a ragged gasp and went into full fight mode again. Because there was a steel band -which looked like a man’s arm but sure didn’t feel like one -- wrapped around her chest, pinning her arms to her sides, she had to use her feet to fight. She threw in the occasional backward head butt. Sadly, all she accomplished was to make herself dizzy and nauseous. “She’s strong for her size,” her captor said as he clapped a hand over her mouth and carried her kicking across her room. Who was he talking to? Was there another man in the room with them? She screamed, but the sound came out too muffled to travel very far. Even her neighbor, the light sleeper that Mr. Aberline was, wouldn’t hear her. “Did Kieran get through?” “Yeah, he’s gone already.” “Good. Ready to head back?” “Yeah.”

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Back where? Where were they taking her? Who were these men and what did they want with her? This couldn’t be happening. It just couldn’t. Because she was being held face-out, her back flat against the kidnapper’s front, she had a clear view of the path he was taking. And it looked like he was going to walk smack dab into the wall. The door was clear over on the other side of the room. Where was he going? She screamed but he didn’t so much as hesitate. Just before her face slammed into hard drywall, she squeezed her eyes closed and turned her face. But there was no pain. No impact. Nothing but a soft whoosh. A puff of warm, moist, fragrant air. What? How? Where were they? It was like thirty degrees outside, and yet the air was warm and damp and fragrant. She opened her eyes. Huh? This place looked just like the setting of her book. A world that was a blend of medieval and rustic architecture. Hard stone walls. Air that smelled surprisingly sweet, like a tropical jungle. Dark. She tried to whip around and get a look at the behemoth carting her through the maze of dark and narrow corridors but he was holding her too tightly. Finally, he carted her into a tiny, creepy room. A heavy door slammed behind them. He set her on her feet. Instantly, she dashed as far away from the kidnapper as she could get… in a room the size of a closet. Only then did she dare turn to get her first good look at him. Oh. My. God. There were two of them, and they were both absolutely huge. At least seven feet tall, with thickly muscled bodies, and… amazing faces. One had a slightly darker complexion than the other, but they both had long-ish wavy hair, strong jaws, and glittering eyes. They didn’t appear to be brothers, by their features. Again, she remembered the book. That one there could easily be Cayne. And the other one, Ronan. What the hell was going on? “Who are you?” She ground her back into the chilly stone wall. The cold and confusion made her teeth chatter and her back tighten. A tremble quaked up her spine.

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“We are your Masters,” one of them said. His voice was a deep bass. The tone vibrated through her body like a low voltage current of electricity. She felt a bizarre humming sensation spread out from her center. “Masters? I don’t get it. I’m not a slave. And where are we?” The one who’d been hanging back by the door, silently watching, stepped forward. “This is Alyria, your new home.” “Ayyyy-leria?” she repeated. “Or do you mean Eee-leria?” “Ayyyy-leria,” the man echoed. Okay, she’d never heard of the town of Alyria. Elyria, yes. That was in Ohio, a couple hours drive on Route Eight. She’d passed through the town a few times on her way to Cleveland. The weird part was they hadn’t even walked out of her apartment building, let alone driven anywhere. They couldn’t have gone far, not even to Elyria. Maybe they’d drugged her? She didn’t remember passing out, but she supposed it was possible. “Where’s Alyria? I’m so confused. We should be in my apartment complex, if not in my building…” Her heart did a little lurch in her chest then jumped against her breastbone. “Wait a minute. Alyria, you said. Right? That’s from the book I was reading. What’s going on? Why are you two pretending to be characters from a romance novel?” She gave them a desperate can-you-explain-it-to-me look and then, when no explanation was offered, she slumped onto the wooden cot next to the wall. When she fell back, she clunked her head against the wall. “Owww!” For the next ten seconds, she saw nothing but annoying twinkling stars. What irritated her more was what that pain was telling her. She couldn’t have slept through a knock on the head that hard. Not to mention, she was sore from her earlier battle with her supposed Masters. Yet another reason to believe she wasn’t sleeping. The one who’d hauled her into the room moved closer, making her feel very small and overpowered. “We’re not pretending to be anyone. You remember the book?” “Sure I do. I just read it last night.” He nodded. “That’s our story. Your story.” “That’s… impossible. The character in the book was named…” What had the heroine’s name been? She couldn’t remember. No doubt because she was so stressed out. “… well, it wasn’t me and how could that be my story, anyway? I mean, true events are generally written after they’ve occurred, not before. And since I know for a fact that I’d never been a love slave to a couple of huge leather-garbed… d-demons…” She gulped. Once, twice, three times. Demons. There was no such thing.

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Okay, maybe demons or fallen angels or whatever they were called did exist. But not the kind of flesh-and-blood beings that sneaked into people’s houses and hauled them away to weird medieval-looking places like this. “We’re not demons,” one of them said, sounding insulted. “We’re Nephilim. Angels.” “Ha! That you aren’t.” She wasn’t sure what that “neph-whatever” word meant. She’d never heard it before. But angels they most definitely weren’t . God, she felt so stupid, so out of her element and just plain… lost. She wished these two whatever-they-were would simply escort her back to her apartment. Or she would wake up. Or someone would tell her something that made sense. That whole thing about the book being her story made absolutely no sense. None. “I am Cayne and that is Ronan.” Cayne and Ronan. Big surprise there -- not. Of course, those were the names of the two guys from the book. Obviously, these two crazy men were determined to stick with the we’re-living-out-the-book explanation, regardless of the fact that she knew it was a pile of horse shit. She was worn out, bone weary, too tired to think, let alone try to wrangle the truth out of these two wannabe-angels. She dropped her face into her hands and tried to concentrate but her mind was too muddy from lack of sleep. “Got it. Cayne. Ronan. And you’re from the book I read last night. We’re all going to play out the story. It’ll be so much fun,” she joked, so crazy with terror and exhaustion she was giddy. “Ooh, I can’t wait to go to the dungeon.” “We will begin your training tomorrow,” Cayne said, his tone serious. Obviously, he hadn’t clued in to her sarcasm. “You will rest tonight.” The sarcasm in her voice had been so thick, she couldn’t see how either one of her captors could miss it, even if they were stone deaf. Just to make it all the clearer that she was not serious, she gave them a beaming grin. “Gee, darn. I’m just itching to be tied up and whipped. Meanie.” Ronan moved closer, his brows knitted together. That man was one huge specimen of masculine… manliness. The other guy, Cayne, wasn’t any smaller. Where did these two come from? “Okay, seriously now, what’s the deal? Did somebody hire you? That has to be it, right?” she thought out loud. “Undress.” Ronan crossed those uber-thick arms of his over his chest. What the hell?“Time out!” They were taking this let’s-play-erotica thing too far. “I was being sarcastic when I said I couldn’t wait. Please tell me you knew that. I am so not into whips and chains. Not even a little. So whatever is going on needs to stop. Right now.” Ronan took one step toward her.

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She hadn’t signed up for any kinky games with man-whores. He took another. She didn’t even know how to go about hiring a male prostitute. That was not something she’d ever been interested in. The third placed him smack dab in front of her. Leaning back against the wall, she tipped her head up to make sure he got a clear view of the mean eyes she was dishing him. “I’m not going to take off my clothes.” Silent and scary, he bent at the waist, returning her glare. She bent her knees and tucked them under her chin. “There’s been only one man who’s seen me naked -- besides my doctor -- and we’d been dating for a long time before he got past second base.” That face dipped lower. It was beautiful, but that didn’t make her racing heartbeat slow down any. In fact, it inched up another notch or two. “I don’t strip for strangers. Take me back home.” “We will not. You are our bride.” Ronan extended one arm, bracing it against the wall. Close! Too close! “I don’t want to be your bride,” she explained to his bottom lip, hearing the panic in her voice. He extended the other arm, planting that hand on the opposite side of her head. “If you didn’t want to be our bride, you wouldn’t have summoned us,” Ronan reasoned. Hah! She had him now. Her gaze lifted to his eyes. Dark. Intense. “I didn’t summon anyone.” “Yes, you did.” “No, I sure didn’t.” “Liar.” Ronan gritted his teeth. Rage whirled in his eyes. He lurched forward. That was it! Ronan might be pissed, but that little sizzle of anger was nothing compared to the rage that was cooking inside her now. “What’re you going to do, Ronan the Barbarian?” she taunted, knowing it was stupid as hell, but unable to stop herself. If there was one thing she despised, it was a man who used brute strength to intimidate women. She might be something of a pushover, a peacekeeper, but that didn’t mean she’d let a strange man scare her into anything. Undress? Her ass! Oooh, she was seeing red. She shoved at his chest and sprang to her feet. He straightened up which left mere inches between her face and his bulky chest. Toe-to-toe with a man who was close to two feet taller than her. And probably

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a hundred pounds heavier. She poked him and her knuckle cracked. “Go ahead, you big, ignorant piece of shit. Scare the little girl with the big mouth, if it’ll make you feel like a man. Pathetic.” Tipping her head to look him in the eye, she cranked on her meanest glare. “She needs rest.” Cayne nudged Ronan, eliciting a grunt. She waved at Cayne. “Not a problem. I’d rather settle this now. I probably won’t sleep anyway. I’ve been kidnapped, carted off to some freaky place, held prisoner and lied to. Hardly the kind of events that put a girl in the frame of mind for sleep --” “We haven’t lied,” Ronan snapped. “Just give it up. I might be more willing to play along if you told me what’s really going on. Living out the story in a romance book? Puhleez! Now, if you told me someone hired you two to play some naughty games… that I might believe. Although I can’t imagine anyone I know doing such an asinine thing. Hey, maybe there’s been a mistake! How about you come clean with the truth? You do that, I might even decide not to have you arrested.” “She’s just scared.” Cayne gave Ronan’s shoulder another tap. “We’ve both been prepared for this, we knew the brides tend to resist at first.” She waved her arms. “Hello, I’m right here. I hate it when people talk about me like I’m not in the room. By the way, if this kidnapping thing is a regular gig for you two, what would you expect?” Ronan’s jaw ticked. “She needs to learn to respect us.” She barked a “Hah!” and shook her head. “Respect is earned, pal. Not taken. You’ve done nothing to earn squat from me.” Ronan’s body tightened until she could practically see his muscles ripple. The air around him seemed to crackle, as if millions of little jolts of static electricity were bouncing off him. “Ronan.” After Cayne waved an arm, a draft of hot air fanned over her face. His hand landed on Ronan’s shoulder. “Come on.” He tipped his head, motioning toward the door. Ronan gave her one more blistering glower and then turned. “Tomorrow, bride.” “I’m nobody’s bride,” she spat to his retreating back. “Especially no spineless bully like you.” The minute they were gone, she plopped onto the cot and cried, just like she always did when she was furious. Why was this happening? Who were these guys? And why were they acting out some stupid romance book? One thing was for sure -- those stories might be just fine and dandy to read. Pure fantasy. But living one for real… it was hell!

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Chapter 2

They were back. Even though Kaitlin was so starving she felt a little shaky and nauseated, she pretended to be asleep, hoping they’d leave. No such luck. A set of strong hands caught her upper arms and pulled, dragging her to her feet. “Hands off!” She jerked, wrenching her arms free and spun around to give her manhandling kidnapper a glare. Ronan glowered back. Obviously, neither she nor he was in a better mood. She tipped her head up and growled, “Don’t touch me again, asshole.” Cayne reached around Ronan and scooped her hand into his. “This way.” She jerked away from him too. “I’m not going anywhere with you, unless you’re taking me home.” Cayne nodded, his smile slightly suspicious. “That’s what we’re doing, taking you home.” “You… are?” “Yes.” “Good.” Not one hundred percent sure she could trust either one of them, she shuffled toward the door. “You could’ve told me that before.” Sending Ronan one last scowl, she followed the seemingly more reasonable Cayne out the door and down the familiar corridor, hoping he was telling her the truth. “So, what was the deal? Is this some kind of kinky fantasy club, where women pay to be kidnapped and seduced by big, sexy men?” Things were looking promising. A few turns, left and right. Yes, this was good. Thank God they’d finally realized they’d made a mistake. But then they made a left turn and stepped into a large space with towering ceilings. This space she didn’t recognize. Something was up. “Hold on.” She dug in her heels. “You said you were taking me home.”

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Beside her, Cayne answered, “We are.” “I don’t remember this.” “That’s because we aren’t taking you to the portal.” Ronan bumped into her from behind, forcing her forward. He pressed a hand against her nape. “We’re taking you home , like you asked.” She stumbled forward, completely out-muscled -- reminding her that there was no hope of fighting her way out of this situation. Desperate, she took a good look around, searching for some way to escape, alert someone, get to a phone to call for help. But the building they were walking through was quiet and empty, eerily so. It was totally unfamiliar to her, although in some strange way it reminded her of an airport -- without the gift shops and hordes of people rushing to and fro. Where was everybody? Where was she? The walls were plain white, lacking any clues. No signs. No posters. Not even any artwork. At the end of the cavernous room, they stepped through a set of doors and into a smaller corridor with glass ceilings. Above, the sky was a crystal clear blue, cloudless. A couple of turns and they were at the end. Kaitlin glanced around Cayne’s bulk to see out the glass door. Her heart stopped. How? Where? The world outside that door was green and lush and… nothing like the grey winter world she’d left behind. “We will carry you from here.” Cayne reached for her, but it was Ronan who swept her into his arms. Dazed, she stiffened but didn’t fight him. This was too impossible. Too confusing. As she was carried outside, into a world that smelled sweet and clean and fresh, with lots of green trees and hills covered with grass, she struggled to recall the details of the book they were supposedly living out. It was almost conceivable that she had somehow been magically transported into a romance novel. Why the hell not? It was crystal clear she wasn’t anywhere close to Detroit, Michigan anymore. Alyria, Paris, whatever, who the heck knew? Ohhh, her head was spinning. The world was sort of sloshing back and forth. She tried closing her eyes but that made things worse. Instead she focused her eyes straight ahead, on the forest in the distance. “I feel funny.” “Our atmosphere is a little different from yours. The dizziness should end soon,” Ronan explained as he ducked beneath a low hanging branch.

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Their atmosphere? Were they even on Earth? God, this was insane! She coughed to clear the boulder that had wedged in her throat. “I don’t know if I want to hear the answer to this, but… uh, what planet are we on?” “Earth.” Big sigh of relief. “But it’s not the Earth you know,” Cayne clarified. “The best way to describe it is that our world, our Earth, exists simultaneously with yours, in another dimension.” Ack. What did that mean?“I knew I didn’t want to hear the answer.” Slowly, as she was carted through fields and forests, she slowly adjusted to the possibility that this was for real, that she’d been swept away to another dimension -- just like in the book she’d devoured last night -- and that she was now the possession of two enormous paranormal beings who looked like gods. A world far from her own. If this was true, all hope was lost. There could be no escape. She was alone in a strange world with air that made her head spin. “What’s going to happen to me?” she asked, bracing herself for the answer. “We will train you, and then, in the next day or two, we will perform the claiming, taking you as our bride.” “And then what?” “We will tell you more when you’re ready.” Feeling more than a little defeated, powerless and overwhelmed, she nodded and continued to stare straight ahead. This was nothing like the future she’d always imagined. A year ago, she’d been looking forward to a long and thrilling life as another man’s wife. Mrs. James Walker. Jim was nothing like these two burly beasts. He was fit and trim and attractive, but hardly the drool-worthy muscular behemoths Ronan and Cayne were. And he was strong but certainly couldn’t haul her around for miles without breaking a sweat, like Ronan obviously could. But Jim had been her high school sweetheart. Even when they’d decided to take a break for a few years, while he went to college, he’d still been her friend. Her confidant. Trustworthy and rock-steady, he’d been the one constant in her life, the only person she’d ever allowed herself to rely upon. The day of his college graduation, they’d gotten back together. They’d been living together since, planning their future. Months passed. Years. But then, after all that time, he’d decided he needed more from a relationship. More what, he’d never explained in detail. He simply ended their engagement, told her to keep the ring, and moved out of their apartment. Out of the state. Out of her life. Just like that, the most important person in her life was gone. Her life was in ruins. Plans completely

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obliterated. Hopes crushed. Dreams shredded. Heart shattered. That wretched day had been just over a year ago. Since then, she’d managed to drag herself to her feet and go on with life. She’d even dated. A little. But most of her time was spent alone, at home, reading romance novels by the box load. Thank God for used bookstores! She was lonely, no doubt about it. But at least when she’d been alone, she’d been safe. No one else would chip away pieces of her heart again. She wouldn’t give anyone that much power over her. Not until she fully understood what had gone wrong with Jim. To this day, she didn’t understand how he could walk away from his soul mate. She’d been totally powerless to stop him. Ironically, she was a victim of her circumstances once more. She had absolutely no control. Heck, as dizzy as she was, she couldn’t even stand on her own two feet. She would retreat into herself. It was the only way to protect herself. Whatever these men expected, it was likely she’d fail, but she didn’t care. They’d torn her away from her sanctuary, taken away her freedom, her choices, her stability. She owed them nothing. Sinking deeper into her dark thoughts, she barely noticed her surroundings. They were still in a forest. The thick canopy of leaves overhead shut out most of the sun, creating deep, cool shadows all around them. Ronan’s and Cayne’s every footstep produced a soft swish of dry leaves or sharp snap of twigs. They stopped suddenly. Ronan’s arms tightened around her body, and she felt his heart jump against his breastbone. Something was wrong. He lunged to one side, ducking behind a tree and turned to pin her between his body and the trunk. “What’s happening?” she whispered, sensing danger. She turned her head, looking to the side. Her gaze hopped from tree to tree, shadow to shadow. “Don’t move. Don’t speak.” She practically held her breath, waiting for something to happen. Had the police found her? Was she going to be rescued? No, rescuers would announce themselves, demand her release. Duh, she was in another dimension. No one was going to rescue her. Did they sense a wild animal stalking them? A bear maybe? Eee, bears had sharp teeth. And claws. Suddenly, she was very grateful to have Ronan’s hard body crushed against hers. She tried to look for Cayne, but her sight was limited.

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A sound, then more. Scrambling. Crackling leaves, a huffing cough. A man’s shout. Ronan cussed then left her. She spun around, catching sight of three black-cloaked figures wrestling with her captors. Were they trying to free her? Or were they more dangerous than the men who’d taken her prisoner? How could she know? While two of them kept Ronan and Cayne occupied, the third raced toward her. Scream? Run? What to do? She had roughly ten seconds to decide. “Oh God!” *** Blades of white-hot pain razored through Ronan’s body. Everywhere, there was pain. Burning. Sharp. Piercing. He couldn’t even tell where he was injured. Head, back, arms, stomach, he hurt everywhere. His vision had narrowed to a pinpoint, focused on the being in front of him, battering him with fists that felt like concrete blocks. He dodged a blow and shook his head to try to clear the stars from his vision. Dammit, what were the Others doing here? So close to the city? There’d never been an attack in this region. In his peripheral vision, he could see their bride, still cowering by the tree, hands cupped over her mouth, eyes wide. An Other was heading toward her. Dammit! Desperation sent another blast of adrenaline whipping through his body. The pain eased. His vision sharpened. His reactions quickened. He kicked, knocking the Other back, then went into a full assault, using the Other’s delayed reaction to his benefit. For the first time in centuries, he regretted the loss of his preternatural powers. Once, a long time ago, he’d been a mighty warrior, gifted with strength so great, no other being, good or evil, could match it. But no more. Now, he was strong, but the wiry assailant in front of him was more than capable of defeating him. It had come to his -- a matter of timing and dumb luck. He pounded the Other’s face with his fist until his adversary stumbled backward. Then he turned and raced to their bride’s rescue. She was running, but the effects of their atmosphere were making her clumsy. Her steps faltered. She tripped over a fallen sapling, and landed on all fours. The Other tailing her leapt forward and yanked her to her feet. But their bride started kicking and clawing like the little hellfire he knew she was, and in this instance, he was more than grateful for her fighting spirit. Ronan caught them with no problem and the second Other was defeated within minutes. Their bride threw herself into his arms then, trembling like a daisy in a cyclone.

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Cayne stumbled up to them as the final Other sagged unconscious against a boulder. “What are they doing this close to the city?” “Don’t know. But we’d better head back to the city and report the attack. Quickly.” His gaze swept over Cayne’s battered form. “They damn near had us. You okay?” “Yeah. Just a little sore. You?” “Yeah. Fine.” “Who or what were those things and why’d they attack us?” Kaitlin asked, tightening her grip around his waist. “Others.” He scooped her off her feet and started back toward their house in the city, but with every step, the pain in his leg and shoulder intensified until he was sweating and dizzy. He couldn’t go on. Dammit and hell. They still had a long way to go, and he knew they were in danger staying in the forest. Where there were three Others, there were bound to be more. And there was one thing the Others hunted ravenously -unclaimed brides. He would die before he would let them take his bride. But, even charged up on adrenaline, endorphins surging through his system, deadening the pain, he couldn’t take another step. His knee buckled and down he went, twisting to take the impact. His head slammed against a rock. Kaitlin tumbled to the ground, landing sprawled over his chest, her slight weight intensifying the pain in his shoulder. Damn, he was hurt worse than he thought. His body would heal fairly quickly. But not fast enough. Their bride scrambled off him, rolling to her knees, watching wild-eyed as he struggled to his feet. “You’re hurt.” “I just need to take it easy. Can you walk?” “I think so. As long as we go slowly.” “Good.” The world tilted and spun. He leaned against a tree and tested his knee. It felt loose, and he didn’t trust it. “I need a crutch.” “I’ll find something.” Kaitlin lurched forward but staggered and dropped back to her knees again. Cayne rushed to her side, pushing on her shoulders. “No. Stay here. I’ll find a crutch for Ronan, and then I’ll carry you the rest of the way.” “But I want to walk. I’m okay. Really.” Bending down to pick up a large fallen branch Ronan could use as a makeshift crutch, Cayne shook his head. “No. It’s too dangerous. We need to travel as quickly as possible, or we could risk another attack.” Their bride ceded with a little pout and a nod. “Fine.”

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Cayne tested the strength of the branch then hurried to Ronan with it. “This should hold up, at least for a while.” “Thanks.” Using the tree limb to take some of his weight off his knee, he trailed behind Cayne and Kaitlin, frustrated by his body’s failings and wishing he was the one carrying their delicate and frightened little bride. He hated seeing the worry etched into her sweet face, especially knowing she was concerned about him. He would be fine. He was strong. More than capable of recovering from such a minor injury. He didn’t need anyone fussing and fretting over him, especially their bride. He needed her to look upon him with respect, not anxiety. He wanted a bride, not a caretaker. This side of their new bride he hadn’t been prepared for. She’d been rebellious and strong willed, intelligent and curious, fiery and sexy. This softer, more vulnerable side had been hidden beneath all those other layers. Soft was fine, as long as she still respected him. As long as she didn’t doubt his ability to provide for her, protect her. This injury was one hell of a kick to his pride. As soon as they were safe in their townhouse, he would show her exactly how strong a man he was. It was essential that she held a healthy respect for her Masters. Later, once their positions had been established, and their bride fully understood and accepted her role, it was fine for her to show a little nurturing concern. But not yet. Right now, she needed to be trained, taught to submit. The walk back to Alyria was agonizing. Long, exhausting, and painful. Cayne suggested he go have his injuries checked. Ronan refused, opting instead to report the attack while Cayne took their bride to their townhouse for some rest and a meal. Later, when he returned, they would have their first training session. Despite the pain pounding through his body, his cock stiffened at the thought of Kaitlin on her knees, her mouth stuffed full of his rod, her pussy slick and ready. That first session couldn’t come soon enough. *** Ah, their bride was a strong woman. Strong willed. Strong bodied. Slow to trust. Every aspect Ronan found threatening, Cayne respected. She would make the perfect mate. He was looking forward to the sparks that would fly when they took her to the dungeon the first time. She and Ronan were bound to strike at each other, like flint and steel. It would be damn fun to watch. He’d been more than ready for a bride, had looked forward to taking one for years. But now that the time had come, and he’d learned which knight he’d share her with, he was beyond excited. He was the effing luckiest man in Alyria. He sat with her now, watching her eat, her eyes warily taking in her new surroundings. She’d said very little since they’d arrived. He knew she was terrified, maybe even more now than when she’d first been dragged through the portal. But she wasn’t cowering or lashing out anymore. She seemed to be

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accepting things. Pretty damn quickly. Surprising. She pushed her empty plate away and leaned back in her chair. A shadow of a contented smile passed over her face before fading away. “Thanks. I was starving.” “You’re welcome.” Her gaze skittered around the room again. “Can you tell me what happened out there? Who are the Others? I kind of remember something about them from the book, but I don’t recall the details. It’s like my memory is fading.” He was relieved to hear that. The faster a bride started forgetting her former life, the quicker she accepted her new one. “Your only focus is on acclimating yourself to your new life here, as our bride. Believe me, you’ve got a lot to get used to.” She straightened up. Her hand lifted to her neck, fingertips dancing over the slender column before finding a curling lock of hair. “What’s that mean? Like what?” “Like, you’re still wearing clothing. We allowed you to remain clothed while we traveled, even though it reflects very poorly on us.” “That’s stupid.” She dropped her hand back to her lap and glared at the empty plate before her, toying with her fork. “It’s our culture. And we will pay a price if anyone learns we broke the law.” Her gaze lifted to his, and the fire he’d witnessed in her eyes cooled. “What kind of price?” He shook his head. “Don’t worry about it.” She frowned and dropped her eyes again, this time to her hands, now folded in her lap. “I -- I can’t believe I want to apologize. After you kidnapped me. But a part of me wants to say I’m sorry. Is Ronan going to be okay?” She drew in a deep breath, and her full breasts pushed against her shirt. Her nipples poked at the fabric. She exhaled on a sigh and the glorious sight of those hard little peaks disappeared. “This whole thing is so confusing.” “Just keep focused on what we tell you. Don’t think about anything else.” “I don’t think I can do that. My life taught me to be the way I am. To take care of myself. Not to trust anyone but myself. How am I supposed to change? Why should I even try?” He caught her hands in his and coaxed her to look at him by tugging them. Once she made eye contact with him, he smiled. “I don’t want you to change. You’re perfect exactly as you are.” The corners of her mouth lifted. A pretty pink stain touched her cheeks. “No one’s ever said that to me before.” Her wriggling hands stilled in his. “You see, you’re going to be very happy here.” He smoothed his thumb over her wrist. Her skin was so soft, and she smelled so good. “Let your old life go, and it’ll be much easier.”

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“Let it go? My old life is so much a part of who I am now. I mean, isn’t that true of everybody? We are the sum of our experiences.” “No. This is your chance to become more than what your experiences would ever have allowed you to become. It’s a gift, if you’ll accept it.” A long stretch of silence followed. He allowed her the chance to mull over what he’d said, sensing she was already on the verge of accepting her new life. So quickly. He didn’t know any knight personally whose bride had relented so easily. She was a miracle, all wrapped up in the most delectable package. He glanced at the clock then stood. “Rest now. When Ronan returns, we’ll have our first training session.” A flash of something passed over her face. But it vanished as fast as it appeared. She stood, accepting his hand, and followed him toward the stairs. Up they went, around the corner and toward the dungeon, with its door open. She halted, staring into the room. “Is this what I think it is? From the book… those strange looking pieces of furniture?” “It’s a bondage dungeon. You will be trained in there, taught to submit to your Masters.” Her eyes widened and she stumbled back, bouncing off his body before twisting to his left. She gripped the doorframe, her knuckles white. “It’s so much scarier in real life. But… I don’t know… now’s not a good time. I’m just so dizzy and tired for some reason…” She started to sink to the floor. He caught her in his arms and carried her to his room. As he held her, the carnal hunger he’d dammed back stirred hot and raw once more. His cock stiffened as his need to possess her amplified. With every second of contact between their bodies, the drive grew more urgent. If Ronan didn’t return soon, he’d have no choice but to start the training without him. Cayne had a strong will, but when it came to denying himself the pleasure of their bride, there was a limit. Even his normally ironclad self-control would snap before long under this kind of pressure.

Chapter 3

Kaitlin woke up to a soft caress. A man’s hands gently lifted her hair off her neck and massaged her shoulders. On her stomach, eyes closed, she smiled and just let herself wallow in luxury for a few minutes. Whoever that was -- Cayne or Ronan -- he had magical hands. Finally, she broke the silence. “I could get used to this. Hmmm, that feels good.”

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“You’ll be getting used to a lot of good things.” It was Cayne’s voice, husky and sensual, barely above a whisper. “Time for your first session. This way.” His hands skimmed down one of her arms until he reached her fingertips. He twined his fingers through hers and pulled. “Are you still dizzy?” “Not so much anymore.” She swung her legs over the side of the bed, slipped to her feet, and padded barefoot behind Cayne down the hall. She was feeling pretty darn relaxed, until they reached that room . She couldn’t help hesitating at the door. The dungeon was one scary place, and she was none too eager to go in there. But Cayne shot her a look over his shoulder that told her she wasn’t going to avoid it, no matter what she did. Resigned, she stepped over the threshold but went no further. Her knees felt like Jell-O, kind of wiggly-jiggly and her heart was racing at a zillion beats per second. The equipment looked like torture devices. She certainly didn’t remember the heroine in that novel being tortured, at least not in a bad way. One thing was for sure, bondage stuff looked a whole lot less sexy, and a whole lot more scary in real life, versus in the pages of a book. Cayne kicked a foot up on a piece of furniture that looked like a weight bench made out of wood. “Before long, you’ll come to look forward to our daily sessions in here.” Daily?She wasn’t sure how to feel about that, yet. Cayne dropped his foot to the ground and headed for a shelf on the wall, loaded with bondage stuff. “In this room, we will train you to serve us. As our submissive. We will use various forms of reward and punishment to shape your behavior.” Shape her behavior. Like a freaking dog. Again, it sounded a whole helluva lot sexier in a book, in the book her captors had come from. Wasn’t it enough for her to deal with the possibility that she’d been seized by fictional characters and dragged into their make-believe world? Why did they have to push this on her too? It was too much, too soon. “Have you ever fantasized about being tied up? Dominated?” Cayne asked. She shook her head. “Not before I read Her Dark Knights .” “Do you still remember the story?” Holding something in his hands, he strolled toward her. His body was loose and relaxed, nonthreatening. His eyes were much more intense. And his expression – a hungry lion on the prowl. “Do you remember how it made you feel?” “I’m… parts of it I remember. Others I’ve forgotten. I guess being here is making me confused or something.” He stopped directly in front of her, and she saw up close what he’d been holding. It was a whippy looking thingy with a thick handle and dozens of long strands of animal fur. Soft fur. That would probably feel pretty good gliding over her back. Tickly.

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“Do you remember reading about the heroine’s first time in the dungeon?” He combed through the strands, and she stared at his hand, admiring his long, tapered fingers. They were strong, large masculine hands, but also very attractive. A little quiver skittered up her spine and tingly heat swept down her legs. “Not the details. I remember getting to that part and not wanting to stop. I also recall thinking it was exciting, in a strange way.” “Strange how?” He moved closer still, until the heat radiating off his huge body filled the thin pocket of air between them. He raised the end of that whip to her face, skimmed it down the side and then pushed against her chin, forcing her head up until her gaze met his. “Tell me, bride.” “I -- it’s hard to explain.” “Let me try.” Dropping the whip, he circled around her side, stopping directly behind her. “You found the scene darkly sensual,” he whispered, his breath caressing her neck and giving rise to a full coat of goose bumps. “A little uncomfortable, but also very arousing.” “Yes, uncomfortable and arousing.” She remembered now. She’d literally felt like she was going to melt as she’d read that first bondage scene. The book’s character, the heroine, had been both scared and turned on at the same time. That bizarre mix of emotions had totally set her off. There’d been no way she could have put that book down after that. Strong fingers walked up her neck, over her scalp, rubbed her temples. Mmmm, nice. She closed her eyes, not totally at ease but getting closer. The slight edge of apprehension still tugging at her insides made every sensation -- Cayne’s every touch and word -- more intense. More sensual. “As you read, you imagined yourself in the character’s place, standing nervously, waiting to see what her new Master would do next. It was sexy and exciting because you knew you were safe, that it was only a book.” “Yes.” She dragged in a deep breath. “But now it’s not just a book, and you’re not so safe,” he whispered against her neck. His teeth grazed her skin, and she flinched, one side of her body going tight. “The fear is real. But so is the arousal.” One of his hands smoothed around her body, stopping on her abdomen, just below her breast. His fingers splayed and he gently pulled her against him until her entire backside was crushed against the hard bulk of his body. It was a delicious sensation, one of utter vulnerability and possession. Her body was his, to do with as he would. For his pleasure. Realizing it had been a long time since she’d breathed, she sucked in a gasp. A slight fluttery feeling in her pussy ignited a small blaze between her legs. And the heat coming off Cayne’s body only added fuel to the fire. Cayne’s hand crept down her stomach until it reached the bottom of her knit top. He fisted it and pulled, dragging it up her stomach, over her breasts. Oh God.

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He pressed his palm against one breast, and her nipple hardened to an aching peak. The cups of her bra were whisper thin. Satin. Smooth and cool against her hot skin. “It’s time to experience it all for real, to discover the pleasure in the fantasy.” Oh God, ohgod, ohgod! Her back arched all on its own, not only pressing her turgid nipple into his hand but also her soft derriere against the hard bulge pillowed against her buttocks. She dropped her hands to her sides, finding two rigid thighs sheathed in a cotton-like material. She clenched her hands into fists, tugging on the fabric, pulling it tighter, as her insides twisted into a pulsing, throbbing knot. What was she doing, reacting this way to him? She didn’t know this man, certainly didn’t love him. He plucked at the front clasp of her bra, and her size-D breasts spilled out. He growled. There was a dull thump as something fell to the ground and then both his hands weighed her breasts, kneaded the soft fullness, lifted them until the fragrant swells of her ivory flesh rested just under her chin. His hands stirred a million decadent sensations in her body. Caressing. Pinching. Tugging. Meanwhile, he nuzzled her neck again. “Your skin is sweeter than my favorite fruit. I can’t wait to taste you… everywhere.” Ohhhh… wrong. This was wrong. Bad. But soooo good too. Her Jell-O knees were starting to soften even more, and she had no choice but to lean into him, letting his body support her as much as possible. He slipped an arm under her thighs, carried her to the bench he’d propped his foot on earlier and lowered her down. She steadied herself by gripping the sides of the seat. As he’d carried her, her top had fallen back down. But that didn’t mean she felt any less unclothed now as he stood before her. Cayne’s searing gaze seemed to cut right through the thin material to burn her skin. He wedged his hands between her knees and pulled them apart. Her feet fell to the floor, leaving her thighs parted, straddling the bench. Despite the fact that she was still (more or less) fully clothed, she felt incredibly exposed. In a most wicked way. Cayne had a vibe about him. He could seduce her, make her feel warm and soft like a woman should feel, while still emitting this dangerous presence. It was magical, like nothing she’d ever experienced before. “Take off your shirt, Kaitlin. Let me see the beautiful breasts I’ve held.” He licked his lip, the motion catching her gaze and holding it there. Should she refuse? What would he do? Her hands trembling, heart pumping searing-hot blood through her body, she pulled her top up, over her stomach, her breasts, then off. She dropped the garment on the floor then lowered her arms and slid her bra straps over her shoulders. It fell from her body but she didn’t move to pick it up. She couldn’t. She was frozen in place by the hungry heat in Cayne’s dark eyes. Good God, she could practically feel his gaze meandering over her chest. Down the center, over the

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swell of her right breast, across her nipple then over to her left. The sensation was like a bazillion little hot tingles dancing over her skin. Or soft rabbit fur straps dancing on her nipples. “You’re absolutely beautiful.” Now those tingles were heating her cheeks too. “Thanks.” “And I will reward your strength and courage. Soon.” She couldn’t help wondering what sort of reward he had in mind. To her surprise, she felt like she’d kind of been rewarded nonstop since stepping into this room. “Take off the rest of your clothes now, my sweet bride.” Still struggling with guilt and confusion, she nodded and swung sideways. Shaking all over, she slipped off her sweat pants then her panties. Once she was done, she pressed her knees together and wrapped her arms around herself. She was nude. In front of this enormous, gorgeous, strange man. Cayne circled her before stopping directly in front of her. He slowly sank to his knees “You’re hiding your body from me. Don’t.” The way he’d spoken those words… ohmygod, she was throbbing in places that hadn’t felt the least bit tingly in months. She reluctantly lowered her arms to her sides and pivoted on the seat, facing forward. She kept her knees tight together. Once more, her fingers curled over the edge of the padded seat. He looked down at her feet, grasped her ankles in his fists, and for a moment, she sat breathless, sure he’d yank them roughly, forcing her to expose her heated center. In a way, she wanted him to jerk them apart. They stared at each other, both breathing hard and fast. After what felt like an eternity, he loosened his grip, letting his hands skim up her legs to her knees. “I can smell your arousal. You have no idea what that scent is doing to me.” He wedged his hands between her knees and pushed, but her taut muscles resisted. He shot her a pleading glance, full of raw, carnal need. “Kaitlin.” That was more than a request, more than a demand. It was a… command. A challenge. A test. She had to fight her instinct, but she did it for him. The look he’d given her was like a starving man staring at a delectable steak but being denied even a tiny taste. Confused or not, she couldn’t be so cruel. Her legs slowly opened and his gaze dropped to their juncture where the worst of the pulsing heat had gathered. Breathless, burning up with a fever, she watched him feast upon her with his eyes.

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He licked his lips once, twice, a third time and slowly glided his hands higher up her legs. He didn’t stop them until the tips of his thumbs teased either side of her labia. He audibly inhaled, nostrils flaring. Closed his eyes. “Scoot to the edge of the seat.” Tight all over, she did as he asked, inching forward until her weight was balanced between her bent legs and the very edge of the seat. One of his thumbs traced a line over her nether lips and her thighs spasmed. A flare of need buzzed up her spine. Was this torture? Or reward? Or neither? Whatever it was, she was both in agony and ecstasy, heaven and hell. How long would he make her tremble and quake like this? Hours? She was sure she’d die if it lasted more than a few minutes. She’d ignite into a flaming inferno and burn. But then later, after… His thumb moved down, teasing her swollen lips again, and this time a moan slipped up her throat. She didn’t even try to swallow it. “I love the way your body responds to my every touch.” This time, he didn’t just cruelly tease her pussy with a tip of his thumb, he pushed it into her tight opening. Her vagina clamped around it, both increasing her pleasure and her torment. “Oh yes, just like this.” He slowly withdrew it, until only the tip remained inside her then pushed it back in. “Damn, you’re tight. You aren’t untouched, are you?” “N-no. But I’ve only been with one man, and we didn’t have sex very often. We broke up a long time ago.” “Sweet goddess.” He pushed his thumb inside her once again, this time twisting his hand so that the tip scraped against the upper wall of her vagina. It grazed a super-sensitive spot she hadn’t known existed, and her hips surged forward. The air puffed from her lungs. A jolt of electricity buzzed through her body. Sweet goddess was right! What was that? He did it again and another shockwave zapped through her body. Her skin prickled. Droplets of sweat trickled along her hairline. Her stomach tightened. Now gripping the seat for support, her hips high in the air, she abandoned her hesitation and rode his thumb. Back and forth, hard and fast. It was so good. So delightful. And yet so… not enough. Her body was craving something longer, thicker, harder. Filling her. Stretching her. A total possession. Halting her frenzied movements, she sank down on the bench and whimpered. “This is beyond mean.” Did he have any idea how confused and frustrated he was making her? His smile turned wicked. He withdrew his thumb but only to replace it with two fingers instead. They inched inside her slowly filling her more completely but still not enough. “It’s all part of the training, my sweet bride. Patience.” “I’ve got zero right now,” she admitted, wondering how much longer this cruelty would continue. Weren’t men supposed to be in a hurry to reach the Big O? Jim always had been. Her mother’s friends

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-- the ones who came in, grunted in the bedroom for a little while and then left her tearful mother and her behind -- had been in a hurry too. Or so it seemed. What was wrong with this guy? A set of heavy footsteps sounded outside in the hallway, and she twisted at the waist to look at the door through lust-hazed eyes. Ronan. His body almost completely filled the doorway. And his presence totally filled the room. Looking as strong and fit as ever -- the doctors in this world had to work miracles -- he strode inside, closing the distance between them in fewer than three racing heartbeats. And then he was there, towering over her, his gaze raking over her simmering flesh. Face first. Then breasts. Stomach. His gaze halted abruptly at her pussy, where Cayne’s fingers were still tormenting her. “Is she ready?” he asked. “Not yet. She’s wet and ripe. But I have to tell you, she’s very tight. I can just imagine how good it’s going to feel inside her.” Why was she squirming at the way these two were talking about her? She should be appalled. Insulted. Absolutely livid. She was not their thing , just a faceless, nameless hole for them to pound their dicks into. So, why was she ready to melt into a puddle of quivering goo? Maybe because she was dying to find out the same thing -- how it would feel to have one of them filling her? She could hardly believe this was her, the same girl who’d remained a virgin all through high school. Hadn’t had her first encounter until after she’d been dating her Jim for over six months. And had been celibate since they broke up, reclaimed her virginity, both because she refused to give another man power over her in that way, and because she wanted to save herself for her future husband. Now, she was practically begging a strange man to take her, and she was sitting here, letting him finger fuck her, while another man watched. So bad. Sooooo good. A shiver of excitement shot up her spine. She was quickly turning into the kind of girl she would’ve once labeled a slutty nympho. Like she had once called her mother. Stranger yet, she almost didn’t care. Still, she knew if she let herself think about it, the guilt would come back, stabbing her in short, agonizing bursts. The two men swapped glances. No words were exchanged, but a message had most definitely been sent. It was Ronan’s turn. Cayne withdrew his hand, and Kaitlin’s body quaked at the loss. But there was little time for the overwhelming lust charging through her system to fade. Ronan slowly dropped to his knees and positioned himself directly in front of her, within reach. His gaze remained locked to her face for several

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moments before taking a slow, wandering stroll down her body. It came to rest on the throbbing tissues between her legs. The pulsing heat got that much worse. And then he bent over and… ohmygod what was he going to do? He wasn’t… No way! Men didn’t really like to taste a girl down there. Jim had told her that the one time she’d worked up the guts to ask him about oral sex. No, Ronan wasn’t going to touch her with his mouth. He was just getting a closer look. A soft stream of air caressed her swollen labia, and she sighed. Back tight. Legs tight. Chest tight, she waited, the last breath she’d managed to inhale caught in her throat. His fingers teased her folds then parted them. Another current of air gusted over her hard clit. She just about fell over. Her stomach clenched. She wanted to knock his head away. But then again, she didn’t. “Hasn’t anyone ever tasted your pussy?” Ronan asked, sounding shocked. “No. Never.” “Mmmm. I can hardly believe our luck.” His head inched forward. “Yikes!” Her bent legs clapped around his head. Ronan’s fingers curled around her ankles, tight, like cuffs. He pulled his head free. “Cayne, I think we need to move our nervous bride somewhere else.” He stood, took her hands in his and coaxed her to her feet. Her legs barely held her weight. She teetered between Ronan and Cayne, warm juices dripping from her pussy, coating her inner thighs. He stopped in front of a bench that was somewhat similar to the other one, but it had a back on it, inclined at about a forty-five degree angle. The seat was tiny. When she sat and leaned back, a fair amount of her bottom was hanging off the edge. Ronan pulled her legs apart, wider, wider, until the muscles of her inner thighs burned slightly with the stretch. It was a good kind of burn, most definitely. Another sensation to add to the other delicious scents and sounds and feelings pummeling her system. “I’m going to make sure you don’t deny me this time,” Ronan warned, lifting a thick leather cuff high enough for her to see. Bending down, he wrapped it around one of her ankles. And while Cayne attached similar ones to her wrists, Ronan secured her other ankle in a second one. “Now the fun begins.” Cayne pulled on the cuffs around her wrists, dragging them higher, until her arms were extended straight up over her head. Legs strapped wide apart. Arms overhead. Body ablaze. Lungs deflated. Could it get any worse? Any better? She couldn’t even imagine how. And then Ronan showed her how. He parted her nether lips with his fingers and dragged his tongue down her center, from her clit to her anus. She let loose with a keening wail. Embarrassed, she clamped her mouth shut and held her breath.

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Such wicked pleasure. She’d never known it could be like this. How little she’d known, obviously. “I see we’re going to be starting from the very beginning,” Ronan said, lifting his head to spear her with a sharp, hungry gaze. His tongue slipped out, traced his lower lip and then disappeared once more in that wonderfully naughty mouth of his. “Cayne, the goddess has blessed us with a very special gift in this bride.” “Yes, she has,” Cayne agreed, looking just as inflamed with lust as Ronan. “She is the sweetest woman I’ve ever tasted.” Ronan stood, stepped forward, straddling her hips and caught her head between his hands. “Taste.” His tongue swept into her mouth, carrying the succulent flavor of her own sex with it. She moaned, the sound swallowed by Ronan. And while Ronan’s tongue danced and writhed in her mouth, Cayne took his place between her legs and took his first taste of her burning flesh. His groan sent yet another whimper racing up her throat. Tongues and teeth, in her mouth and on her most delicate flesh. Driving her mad with desperate desire. The torment went on and on. They sent her soaring to a new and thrilling place where sensations condensed into one churning mass and her entire being seemed to fade away. And then they withdrew, leaving her panting and twitching and begging for more. The last time, they backed away and stripped off each other’s clothes, stroking hard chests and washboard abs. Thick thighs and shoulders rounded with hard muscle. Their cocks were both as huge as the rest of their bodies. Way too big for her. They couldn’t put those inside her! Once again, fear returned. But the chill of her dread barely reduced the blistering heat in her body. Trembling, she watched them unfasten the cuffs. Arms and legs free, she didn’t wait for them to tell her what they were going to do next. She’d had enough for one day. She ran toward the door. They raced past her, forming a hard male wall between her shaking self and the door. And suddenly it struck her. Why it took so long to truly sink in, she couldn’t say. Two domineering men were standing before her, nude, hard, ready. The lust in their eyes scorched her skin. She quivered. Two men. Two powerful, seductive men wanted her. Couldn’t get enough of her. Ronan lunged toward her, snatching her wrists in his huge fists. He coaxed her away from the door then turned to crush her between his powerful body and Cayne’s. She shuddered as lips skimmed over her cheek, teeth scraped her neck, hands branded her breasts and stomach.

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She’d never thought she’d ever have the guts to be dominated by two powerful men, like in her favorite book. They were about to make her darkest fantasies a reality. Fantasies she’d never realized she had. She hadn’t thought it was possible. But ohhhh, the wicked pleasure…

Chapter 4

Ronan was losing his battle with himself, his control fading fast. Damn it all to hell, their lush little bride was too sweet, ripe, wet and tight for him to resist. His hands were shaking, for christsake. Erotic tension was tugging every muscle in his body so taut it felt like he was going to snap and shatter into a million little pieces. But the price their bride would pay if he lost control completely was too high. She might be wet and ready, but she couldn’t take him yet. His thick rod would physically injure her. And his rushed, selfish fucking would do even more damage to her emotionally. It was obvious she’d never been with the kind of man who knew how to give a woman pleasure. She deserved so much more than he’d be able to give her in his current desperate state. Fucking hell! Her lack of experience was both a wonderful gift and a terrible curse. It would take that much longer to prepare her for the claiming. But, the ecstasy they would enjoy. He could already feel her tight sheath gripping his cock, milking it. Oh yes… Training. Back to her training. Cayne’s prick was not quite as thick as his. He’d have to be the one to take her first, help her learn to accept their size. Cayne would also be the lucky bastard who’d fuck her ass during the claiming. There was absolutely no way she’d be ready to take him in her anus so quickly. It was going to be close to impossible to prepare her for Cayne. One thing was clear, however. She was a natural submissive and reacted nicely to being bound. That was one battle they wouldn’t have to face. Not all brides were by nature submissive. Some had to be taught. Ronan let Cayne be the one to steer their reluctant, frightened bride deeper into the dungeon. He opted for the kneeler. A good choice. For one, they could completely control her range of movement as well as limit her sight. Cayne would also be able to control the depth and pace of his thrusts as he fucked her. She struggled a little when they forced her down to her knees and over the raised support. It didn’t take much to get her secured into position. Cayne scooped up a rabbit fur flogger that had been lying close by. Ronan went to gather some additional supplies. Lubricant and a slim anal plug.

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As Cayne used the ends of the fur tails to tickle and tease their bride, Ronan slicked up her anus with lube and gently inserted the tip of the plug into her puckered opening. “Don’t ever run from us,” he growled. “Or you will be punished severely.” He literally trembled as he watched the ring of muscles clamp around the toy. Fucking their bride’s ass would be absolute rapture. Leaving the toy in place, he walked around to the front and knelt on a cushion, putting his cock at her mouth level. She lifted glassy eyes to his. Her trembling lips parted. “P-please. Have I been so bad that you have to discipline me for so long?” “No, Kaitlin. Outside of running away, you’ve been very good. The line between punishment and reward might seem unclear to you at this point. But it will become obvious with time.” He cupped his cock in his fist and swayed his hips, letting the tip of his prick slide over her full lower lip. His precum glossed the plump flesh, making it look like a slick, delectable treat. He ached to kiss her more, to drink her flavor. To possess her mouth. And her body. His body screamed its demand. He eased his hips forward, forcing the head of his cock into the warm heat of her mouth. Obediently, she opened wider, taking him deeper. Her tongue cushioned the underside. Her upper teeth scraped over the flared ridge. The worst kind of agony gripped him, sending white hot shards of lust bursting from his center, like sparks from a kicked log. Yes, rapture. *** Kaitlin was utterly lost in ecstasy. Totally and completely too. She didn’t just want to have sex with these men, she wanted to be overtaken by them, to surrender her body to them, and experience what she’d only read about. And she wanted all of that right now. Not five minutes from now, or even three. This very minute. Something had been inserted in her anus, and it felt so good. And now, as she opened her mouth to accept Ronan’s thick member as deep as she could, Cayne was teasing her slit with his cock. Up and down it went, the motion stirring up all kinds of wonderful sensations in her body. So helpless. So vulnerable. So… hot. With Ronan’s rod filling her mouth, she couldn’t beg for relief. All she could do was moan and whimper and lick and suck and hope that they’d have mercy on her soon. Before she passed out from heatstroke. She had never heard of a girl dying from sexual desire, but wow, did she feel like she might if one of her cruel Masters didn’t fill her pussy soon. It was almost impossible, but she tried to focus on what she was doing to Ronan’s cock. When he withdrew she lapped at the head, swirled her tongue round and round the ridge circling the head. And as

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he plunged inside again, she sucked him as hard as she could, cushioning him with her tongue while letting her teeth gently scrape across the top. It was working, for a short time, but then Cayne started pushing at her vagina, begging entrance. Everything else faded away. Ohhh, he was huge. Much, much bigger than Jim. And her opening was too tight. It burned, and her body tensed. She whimpered, scared and yet desperate for him to keep going. No mercy. Please. He eased up. Withdrew completely, and she wanted to cry. A second later, more cool, soothing lubricant was spread over her burning tissues and he returned. Pushing. Harder. Harder still. Her opening stretched wider, wider. Finally, he slipped inside, and a huge wave of relief washed over her. That wave was followed by another, a very different kind. Tingly, pulsing energy. He didn’t move within her for several seconds, allowing her body to adjust to the invasion. He reached around to her clit and stroked it. More heat. More energy. More agonizing need. He started moving within her, slow strokes, in and out. The friction stirred up yet more waves inside her body. Something was building, a tightness she’d never felt before. “Sweet goddess.” Ronan’s invasion of her mouth continued, the pace of his thrusts falling into time with Cayne’s. Taken by two men, oh God! So good. So right. So tight all over. Her legs trembled. Her breaths came in short bursts, leaving in hard huffs. Her skin simmered, like she was lying under a tropical sun. Her insides were twisting and turning, and a storm cloud was whirling and churning. Bolts of lightning flashed behind her closed eyelids. And then something happened. A wonderful sensation whisked up her chest, to her face. Colors exploded in her vision and her whole body shook and pulsed and throbbed. She heard a matched set of male groans. Their thrusts changed. Harder. Faster. More urgent. Twitchy sensations pricked her pussy, her clit burned. Too much. Too intense. They didn’t stop. The twitches did, though, and more warmth suffused through her insides. She felt her muscles pulling tight, like springs ready to snap. Her blood pounded through her body. Harder, oh yes. Take me. She soared once more, to that mystical, magical place. And again… oh yes… the waves rolled over her, hammering her body like a storm-tossed sea. Her pussy milked Cayne’s rod. Her ass spasmed around the slender toy still tucked in her anus. And hot, salty cum filled her mouth. She swallowed fast, taking

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every drop. Sucked hard, desperate for more. “Our bride. Mmmmm,” Cayne said, pulling out of her still-twitching tissues. He gently removed the toy from her anus next. “You please me. Very much.” “Me too.” Ronan pulled his member from her mouth then stooped to gently unfasten the cuffs from her wrists while Cayne released her ankles. Giddy and giggly, she sank into their arms, letting them carry her out of the room. They took her to a bedroom, lowered her to the bed, and joined her. Cayne laid on one side, Ronan on the other. The meat in a man-sandwich, Kaitlin smiled and let her heavy eyelids fall over her eyes. A million thoughts -- all of them pleasant -- swirled around in her head. Sex with Ronan and Cayne was nothing like the sex she’d had in the past -- outside of the basic mechanics, that was. How could it be so different? Had these guys done something special, besides tie her up? And what the heck had that wonderful sensation been? Could that have been an orgasm? She hated to admit it, but she thought that might have been her very first. If so, she wasn’t the frigid, unresponsive girl she’d convinced herself she was. Quite the opposite. She hadn’t even cooled off yet, and she was already wondering when they’d do that again. And the biggest kicker was, she had a feeling she was more complete and healthy this way than when she’d been trying to control her body’s baser needs. A short time later, she got tired of just laying there, steeped in her own thoughts. She wanted to talk, to learn more about the two men who’d just performed magic on her body. To try to understand what was happening. “Will you tell me more about you? And how I got here? I want to know. I need to know.” Ronan rolled onto his side, propped his head on his fist. “Cayne and I are Nephilim, immortal beings who had once inhabited another plane, what humans call heaven. When we came to Earth to take human wives, our Lord punished us. No longer were we the powerful creatures we once had been. And no longer could we reside on the plane with Him. We had no choice but to remain on Earth with the humans. Many of us were persecuted and destroyed by a people who couldn’t understand us and came to fear us. We sought refuge here, in Alyria, along with many other races of people who were misunderstood and hunted by mortals. Vampires. Shapeshifters.” It was hard to imagine whole populations of people having to retreat from humanity to avoid persecution. But then, some very obvious examples of human groups having been persecuted came to mind and it wasn’t so hard to believe anymore. Immortal or not, nobody wanted to live among people who hated them, hunted them like animals, or blamed them for the failings of their entire culture. Cayne rested a hand on her stomach, his fingers splayed. “Of course, being a race that didn’t reproduce our own kind, nor having both male and female genders, we needed human brides. Mortals are the only race, outside of animals, that are able to reproduce. Mortals are the only race with females. But they aren’t the only race that feels physical desire.” His hand inched higher, traveling closer to her breast. “We had to find a way to bring women here in a controlled way. The elders devised a system where we tell the story of our bride-to-be to a human writer we call the Chosen. In your world, the Chosen appears as an author, writing fictional books. The books

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are published, and eventually a woman whose heart finds a connection with the story reads it. If a droplet of her blood falls upon the pages and a plea for her Masters is uttered, we are able to cross through the portal between our dimensions and we seize our bride.” Recognition shot through her body. “Then it was the book I read. I remember now. And I remember cutting myself. But what if it was an accident? What if a woman cuts herself and says the words but doesn’t mean them?” Ronan laced his fingers between hers. “It’s part of the magic. There’s nothing left to chance. If you hadn’t fallen in love with us as you’d read that book, you wouldn’t have summoned us. The magic never makes a mistake.” She believed them. After what had just happened in the dungeon… Still sorting everything out in her head, she closed her eyes and relished the simple pleasure of being flanked by two glorious, powerful men. “Rest now,” Cayne said, his weight shifting as he sat up. “We must go to work, but a servant will bring in a meal for you soon.” His mouth brushed over hers, a kiss that was sweet and yet hinted at naughty promises at the same time. “Yes, we must leave you now, but we will be back later.” Ronan’s kiss was longer, more possessive. He slipped a tube of lubricant and a couple of sex toys into her hands. “We need you to practice taking this in your bottom. It’s part of the training. It’s important, Kaitlin.” She accepted the toys and the minute they left, she masturbated to the memory of her first time with her new Masters, inserting the smaller toy into her anus mere seconds before she experienced the second orgasm of her life. She drifted off still savoring their spicy-sweet flavor on her lips. *** “Why wasn’t this problem brought to my attention sooner?” Cy Parnell, the temporary head of Alyria’s security department stormed into the room looking like he was going to tear someone a new one. Calder, the guy who’d taken Ronan’s report yesterday, didn’t react, not even a blink. Ronan did, and it pissed him off. “You weren’t working when the report came in,” Calder reasoned coolly. “You could have… forget it.” Parnell eyed Ronan. “Where exactly were you when the attack occurred?” “About two miles outside the city.” The head of security circled the desk and sat. “We’ve been watching the Others for years, tracking their movements. They’re getting more aggressive.” “Our house --”

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“Isn’t safe,” Parnell interrupted. Ronan had never liked Parnell much. He was as short tempered and prickly as he was. And had a reputation for being a bastard. “I’m sending teams out to all the residents living outside Alyria’s borders, notifying them of the danger. It’s not practical to order everyone to relocate within the city, but if you have a place in the city I’d stay there until we get this situation under wraps. It’s going to take some time.” “That’s fine for us,” Ronan said with a nod. “But the Council needs to take some action. We’ve got to quit ignoring the Others. The bastards aren’t going away.” Parnell leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. “My job is to keep them out there, where they can’t steal our brides. That’s all. Whatever the Council wants to do, that’s up to you. Me? I’d like to shove them all through the portal, dump them in the human world. But that wouldn’t solve anything either because they’d tell the humans about us and all hell would break loose.” “Yeah. That’s not an option.” Ronan knew what Parnell was getting at -- that the Council had let the Others in and now expected the security department to control them. He’d admit, giving the Others sanctuary hadn’t been one of the Council’s better decisions. The Others were a race of immortal beings that had escaped from a dimension on the verge of destruction. When they’d first come to Alyria, they’d been peaceful and cooperative, seeming to fit into the city’s varied population. But the peace had been short lived. Problems arose -- violence and crime increased to the point where no one was safe. Eventually the Council decided to relocate the Others out of the city in isolated communities. Of course, the Others hadn’t appreciated their efforts to protect the citizens of Alyria while still trying to provide homes for a population of assholes who were hell bent on destroying everything. The bottom line -- the issue of the Others was a thorn in the Council’s side, had been for a very long time, and probably would continue to be for even longer. There was no easy answer. “How many were there?” “Three,” Ronan answered, regretting the fact that he’d been forced to report the attack to the security department at all. He would’ve rather kept the problem within the Council. But that wasn’t practical. The Council’s purpose was to legislate new laws, but it was up to the security department to protect Alyria’s citizens. “Okay. Thanks for coming back in.” With a nod, Parnell excused Ronan, which again pissed him off. As a high ranking member of the Council, Ronan was the asshole’s superior. But Parnell had never held much respect for politics -- which was why he’d never be anything but the temporary head of security. Tight and ready to punch something -- what the hell had that so-called meeting been about, anyway? -Ronan headed up to his office. What a fucking waste of time. He was greeted by an anxious assistant, dozens of messages, and a full schedule for the day. Being a member of the Council was both a blessing and a curse. He was in a position to do a lot of good but with the power came a lot of stress, conflicting priorities and the occasional no-win situation, like a certain friend who’d asked him to help him escape into the human world. If anyone discovered he’d helped Kieran, he’d be spending the rest of his days in prison. Of course, he’d helped Kieran. The guy had risked as much for him once. Kieran didn’t deserve to be locked up for

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the rest of his life any more than he did. But not a minute had gone by since he’d watched Kieran walk away that he hadn’t worried someone would find out. Someone like Cy Parnell. Or his superior, Xander Kendrick. *** The Twelfth Night Brides: A Guidebook They’d actually printed a guidebook for new brides. She didn’t know how to feel about that. A how-to. On becoming a wife to two men. It was a little on the strange side, but then again, this whole thing was strange. Kaitlin opened the thin booklet.

As a Bride, I remember clearly the terror and confusion you are feeling right now. To be ripped away from everything you’ve ever known is petrifying. I won’t disagree with you. Nor will I try to deny you the right to grieve the loss of the life you once had. But I’m here to tell you that the new life you’ve just begun will be more than you ever dreamed. This book isn’t so much an instruction manual as it is a story of love and hope and renewal…

Kaitlin flipped through the first couple of chapters until she found the one titled Sex with Your Knight . Now that was a chapter worth reading.

Learning to submit to your new Masters will be both a challenging and thrilling adventure. Many brides come into the marriage with little or no experience with bondage…

Shocking! Engrossed, and a little uncomfortable, Kaitlin read on and on, completely losing track of time. The text covered the basics of bondage before moving into more specifics about the training of a new slave, which culminated in a ritual called the claiming. During the claiming, both a bride’s Masters would enter her at the same time -- one in the vagina and one in the anus. Just the thought of it sent nervous shivers up her spine. Not only was there the whole issue of how she’d ever be able to have sex with two men at once without drowning in guilt. As it was, doing what she had was getting to her. The only way she’d been able to live with her actions was to remind herself that in this place, she was their wife. Sex in marriage was not the same as outside. On top of that, there was the problem with the actual mechanics of The Deed . How could she possibly accommodate either Ronan or Cayne in her bottom? Sure, she’d played a little with a toy after they left. But that little sex toy was nothing like Ronan and Cayne’s cocks. They were both so huge!

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Thankfully, the next section gave her step-by-step directions on how to train herself to take a man’s penis in her anus. After lunch, she headed for the bathtub, with her lube and the larger toy in hand. She filled the tub to the very top with hot water, added a splash of bath oil she found in a cupboard and slipped into the warm luxury. Ahhhhh. Now this was a tub! It was huge, large enough to comfortably fit at least four adults. High sides. Like a big hot tub. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been able to just relax like this. Now that she thought about it, she couldn’t remember a lot of stuff about her life before she’d been hauled away to this strange world of bondage and slave brides. She was the kind of girl who could normally recall minute details about events years after they’d happened. Now she was struggling to remember where she worked. Something was wrong! The book. Maybe it would explain her memory loss. Her heart pounding, she hopped out of the tub and slip-slid her way across the slick tile floor. She halted at the door, blocked by one fierce-looking male wearing a wicked grin. Her heart just about flew up her throat. “Ohmygod, you scared me!” Ronan’s smile faded but only for a split second. When his gaze jumped to the toy and lube on the counter then back to her face, it beamed brighter than ever. The man’s smile could stop traffic on the Autobahn. “Have you been practicing?” “Yes, but I think we need to talk about that,” she stammered, inching backward. He was so amazingly good looking and incredibly huge he still intimidated her. Would she ever grow accustomed to a male this gorgeous looking at her with such raw desire in his eyes? And would she ever be able to shake that little shadow of shame that seemed to come back every time she reacted to him sexually? The bathtub smacked into the back of her legs and she windmilled her arms to keep her balance. Ohmygod, she was such a klutz. Losing the battle, she fell with a splash into the fragrant water. Humiliated. And aroused. Now that was one weird combination. As long as she’d been dating what’s-his-name, her ex-fiancé (she’d forgotten his name too?), he’d never looked at her like that -- like he might pounce on her like a jungle cat and tear her to pieces. At least, she didn’t remember him ever looking at her like that. Her memories were most definitely slipping away. In a way, she was kind of grateful for that. The less she recalled, the more unreal that life became to her. Maybe that was their intention. Maybe they were giving her some kind of drug to erase her memories so she’d have an easier time adjusting to being their wife. “What do we need to talk about?” Ronan prowled closer, until he was standing next to the tub. He twisted, settling his rear end on the edge and scooped some water into his cupped hand, pouring it over her shoulder. What a sweet gesture.

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She tucked her bent knees under her chin and wrapped her arms around her shins. “It’s about the… the claiming. I read the book.” “Very good.” He swept her hair to the side and drizzled more water over her upper back. Little tickly shivers pricked her skin, making her warm and cold at the same time. “It’s just that I’m pretty inexperienced when it comes to certain things, and I can’t see how it’s possible to prepare myself for that in such a short time.” Oh God, could she just die now? Talk about embarrassing. Having to actually say this out loud, to a man who was still very much a stranger. She’d never shared that kind of intimacy with anyone. Her cheeks were absolutely flaming. She’d bet steam would come off them if a droplet of water struck them. Too mortified to look at Ronan, she dropped her face to her knees, cramming her nose between them so she could breathe. A soft current of air whisked over her shoulders, sending yet another shiver down her spine. The soft rustle of cloth made her (almost) steal a peek, to find out what Ronan was doing. She didn’t peek. But that didn’t matter. She learned what he had been doing a few stuttering heartbeats later, when a loud plunk and splash signaled a new arrival in the bathtub. Still curled up in a ball, she lifted her head, finding he was behind her. He moved forward, sending ripples of water caressing her back. Ripples of awareness spread through her insides too. She tightened all over. Where would he touch her? Her neck. A warm, large hand landed heavily at her nape. Fingers kneaded away the tension pulling at the base of her skull. His fingers were strong but he applied just the right amount of pressure. Now, this was decadent. A tub big enough to sleep in. A man who made her insides happy. And a neck rub. “We will do everything we can to help you prepare and won’t attempt the claiming until you’re ready. Have you read the rest of the book yet?” “No.” “Hmmm.” That was a worrisome hmmmm. “What, hmmm?” “We can’t wait very long to complete the claiming.” “Why?” “The biggest problem is our atmosphere and what it does to your body. During the ritual, there is a chemical reaction within the bride’s body that allows her to live in Alyria without suffering any ill effects from the substances in our air that are foreign to her. Every minute you remain here, unclaimed, the toxins

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collect in your body.” “Will I get sick?” “Eventually.” “How long, ‘eventually’?” “I’d say you have one more day before you’ll start to feel the effects.” Oh God! Another chill raced through her body, pricking and stinging like little needles piercing her insides. “That’s it? One day? That’s all the time I get?” “Yes. If we wait any longer, you could die.” The world must’ve hurled out of orbit because suddenly everything was spinning. She snapped her eyes shut. One day, that was all the time she had to somehow to get over this guilt thing that was making her feel like a jumbled up, strung out trainwreck of a person. And to train herself to take something huge in her bottom. And to somehow accept the fact that she’d never be able to return home again. Impossible. On all counts. Then again, if it meant staying alive… Twisting, she turned to face him. “I’m scared, Ronan. There are some things you don’t know about me.” He pulled her against him, cradling her head in his palm. He dragged his other hand up and down her back in slow, soothing caresses. She closed her eyes and rested her cheek against his smooth chest. The steady thump-whump of his heartbeat counted off the seconds as she clung to him. He was so large and strong, and he gave off this vibe. It was like an invisible energy. Even though he made her squirmy and uncomfortable sometimes, she still felt surprisingly safe with him. Protected. Especially right now. No man had ever made her feel this way before. She might have forgotten some things about her life before coming to Alyria, but she knew for a fact that this was true.

Chapter 5

Ronan could hardly believe what he was feeling. This kind of emotion he hadn’t experienced since the Rebellion, when he and his fellow Nephilim had come to earth to take human wives.

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Yes, there was burning carnal need. That was expected. But what wasn’t expected was the other emotion, swelling with every touch. He knew that feeling, and oh goddess how he’d longed to experience it again. He’d been so certain the price he’d paid in the Rebellion was ever-lasting. Losing the ability to love was the price all the Nephilim had paid for their sin. Had they been forgiven, or had this woman somehow awakened the spirit within him that he’d thought was long dead? The Father had known exactly how to punish the legion of defectors from his army. Take from them the one thing they found most dear, the one gift they’d alone possessed in its purest form -love. What was left afterward? A group of immortal beings that had once rejoiced in love, now forever hollow inside. True hell. “I promise you, I won’t let any harm come to you. I can’t.” Lifting her, he carried her across the room. “Where are we going?” She swung an arm over his shoulder, hooking it around his neck. “To the dungeon. Our time is short.” The lights flickered on as he entered the room. He eyed each piece of furniture while mentally ticking off the things he needed to accomplish this session. Even though his head was on the task at hand, his body was already rebelling, declaring its own agenda. Tightening. Hardening. Warming. He eased her onto the bondage table, gazing down at her lovely breasts. Her nipples were hard pink peaks, tempting little pebbled points. To suck one into his mouth, lave it with his tongue, plump the soft flesh… pure ecstasy. His cock thickened. “What are you going to do to me?” She sounded more excited than scared, and yet he couldn’t ignore the touch of wariness in her features, the tightness of her mouth, the slight narrowing of her eyes, not to mention the thready pulse beating beneath his fingertips as he tightened them around her wrists. “Are you still scared, Kaitlin?” “A little. No, not really, but --” “You should be.” Her eyes widened. She visibly swallowed. “W-why?” “Because you don’t know yet what it means to submit to your Master, do you?” Her lips parted. “I… no, maybe not entirely. You’re right.” The Dom in him hungered for more of what she was giving him, a reluctant relinquishing of power. Perhaps she didn’t know everything about submitting to a Master, but her nature definitely made her a very alluring submissive. Obedient. Brave enough to take some risk but not too much to be foolhardy or

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infuriating. Again, he had to marvel at how blessed he had been in his bride. “Lay down flat on your back and lift your arms over your head.” “Like this?” Shaking, she took the position he’d asked her to. Mmmmm. A delicious sight. With her arms up, those full tits stood erect, pure pink-tipped temptation. Soft and feminine. Still staring at those round globes, he secured her wrists in cuffs, chaining them to the head of the table. “Now your legs. Knees bent. Open them for me. I want to see you.” “Yes, Master,” she said, her voice vibrating slightly. Legs trembling, she bent them at the knees and slowly pulled them apart. “Wider.” His gaze locked on the slick red lips between her thighs, already glistening with her honey. “Yes, Master.” She drew her feet back further, tucking her knees up at her sides. Toes pointed daintily. “So pretty.” He strapped cuffs around her slender ankles and secured them to the table to hold her position. “Now you’re completely open, totally under my control.” He traced his index finger down the valley between her breasts, from the top of her chest to the hollow of her belly button. Her skin was soft velvet. Ivory. Warm. More need rippled through his body, and he got a taste of the desperate hunger Cayne must have struggled with yesterday. Unlike Cayne, he wouldn’t have the strength to wait. Not for long, anyway. “How do you feel, Kaitlin? Knowing I can do anything to you right now and you’re powerless to stop me?” “Nervous and excited, both.” “That’s normally how I feel too, when I’m working with a new submissive.” “Nervous?” “Yes. But not with you. I’m just excited. And hard. And tight.” He heard her breath catch in her throat as her gaze tangled with his. Her pouty lips quivered. Her tongue darted out, swept across her lower lip, leaving a glossy path before tucking back inside her mouth. “I have to go get a few things, but I won’t be long. When I come back, Kaitlin, I’m going to make you burn for me.” He forced himself from the table, gathered some supplies for the session. By the time he returned, his balls were snug to the base of his cock and a blistering fever was burning his insides. The biggest challenge in completing the claiming with their bride would be in training her to take one of them in her anus, and so, despite the desire tying his insides into painful knots, that was what he’d need to concentrate on -- stretching her puckered little hole for Cayne. That didn’t mean this session would be all business. “One thing that excites me about you, my sweet bride, is how responsive your body is.” He pursed his lips and blew a stream of air over one of her nipples. It hardened instantly and she arched her back, just

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as he’d expected, thrusting that delectable treat up in the air. He allowed himself the pleasure of a taste, first flicking his tongue over the hard little nib. Then, driven by lust, he pulled the turgid point into his mouth and suckled, hard, drinking in her flavor. Her soft sighs and moans of pleasure were his sustenance. Somehow, they began to sate the eternal emptiness inside. But still, he hungered. Releasing her nipple, he dipped his tongue into her shallow belly button. The scent of her arousal drew him down her body, closer to her core, over her mound. Her labia were slick with her sweet heat. He had to taste her again. The last time hadn’t been enough. He suckled her lips first, drawing the pliant flesh into his mouth like he had her nipples, pulling hard. She moaned again. Whimpered. Sighed. Then he parted her folds, revealing her pearl, danced his tongue over it until she was quivering and begging and warm juices seeped from her pussy. Damn, his body was just screaming its demand to be sheathed by that tight little cunt. But he knew if he let himself take her now, he’d never get around to the training. She needed the training. It meant the difference between a claiming that was all it should be -- a thrilling carnal celebration of life -- and a painful invasion. His sweet bride deserved the former. Completely avoiding her weeping core, he smoothed some lubricant between her ass cheeks, teasing her pink bud with his fingertip. As he worked his finger deeper, he watched her body tighten, legs, stomach, face. “Relax, Kaitlin. Open to me. It won’t hurt if you can learn to control the muscles.” “Okay,” she whispered, her face tight, eyelids clamped shut. Dammit, this wasn’t going to work. “Open your eyes and look at me.” Her eyelids slowly lifted, hanging partially over her dark eyes. Her glassy gaze found his and locked to it. “Yes.” “Relax your feet, Kaitlin.” Her curled toes slowly straightened. “Now your legs.” The toned muscles softened until he could no longer see the defined lines of her quads. “Now your buttocks.” Her rounded bottom relaxed. “That’s better. Now your anus. Don’t tighten when I push, open. If it burns, push against the pain.” His

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finger slipped past the ring of muscles that had barred his entrance. A bolt of electricity buzzed through his system as he stared down at his finger, buried knuckle-deep in her ass. He slowly pulled it out and added a second finger. They slipped inside easier. “Oh yes, that’s it. Damn.” He scissored them, stretching her opening, training it to relax against his tender invasion. He slowly drew them out then plunged them back in, fucking her. As his strokes grew less gentle, her reaction intensified. First, it was soft whimpers and little trembles. And then it was moans and shivers. His cock was throbbing by the time he’d added a third finger. Her tissues gripped his fingers, milking them, tempting him. If only he could take her now. “Please, Ronan, oh God.” He could tell she was right there, on the cusp of a climax. And he knew it would take only a few strokes of her clit to send her soaring over the edge. But he couldn’t allow her that pleasure yet, either. He and Cayne had made an agreement long before they had traveled through the portal to get their bride. They could train her separately if they had the opportunity, but she couldn’t be allowed to climax until they were both in the dungeon with her. Neither had realized how cruel that was until they’d actually touched her, felt her heat, tasted her sweet juices. And heard her heart-wrenching pleas. He hated himself for denying her. “Not yet, bride.” He slipped his fingers from her and took up a large dildo. Its breadth wasn’t as wide as Cayne’s prick but it was slightly more than his fingers. The cruel bastard that he was, he teased her pussy with it first, imagining it was the tip of his cock he was dragging through her slick juices instead of a piece of rubber. Kaitlin rocked her hips, visibly clenching her stomach until it flattened. “Yes, oh yes. Fuck me, please.” “I’m sorry, my precious.” He dragged it down to her anus and pushed. “Your training must come first.” “But I’m so hot. Please. It hurts.” “I know. It hurts me too. But we have to wait.” He moistened the full length of the toy with lubricant and eased it into her tight little opening, gently, slowly, allowing her muscles time to adjust. A fraction of an inch, then another. Damn, what a fucking beautiful sight. It took an eternity, but eventually he had a good four inches buried inside her. “Good girl. You will be rewarded for being so obedient.” “When? Now? Please?” “Not yet.” He eased the toy from her anus then slowly pushed it back in. She accepted more length the

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second time. And even more the third. He settled into a slow but steady rhythm, fucking her ass with gentle thrusts while imagining it was his cock taking claim of her body. His prick driving her crazy. His body giving her so much pleasure. Lost in her need, she tossed her head back and forth and begged him to end the torture and yet he continued. In and out the toy glided. The room filled with the musky sweet scent of her arousal and the sound of her moans in her sex-roughened voice. She was ready, almost there. He could smell it. Could see it too. Mere seconds before she climaxed, he forced himself to stop, pulled the dildo from her anus and sagged against the table. Her rough keening wail pierced his heart. Never had playing been so agonizing. He wasn’t just hard and tight and burning with need, but his insides felt like they’d been shredded. His heart bleeding. To deny her anything -- any joy, pleasure, need -- hurt like nothing ever had before. There could be no doubt anymore. Somehow this wonderful woman had given him a gift. Their bride had given this soulless, eternally-damned being a piece of herself. A part of her soul. *** Their bride’s wail greeted Cayne as he stepped into the house. Upstairs. The dungeon. Instantly, his body hardened. Muscles taut. Cock hard. Balls tight. He smiled, expecting to find Ronan in misery, as desperate to shaft their bride as he had been that first day. Their vow to deny themselves the pleasure of taking her separately had already caused him some serious pain. A stupid idea. Ronan’s. Now he’d see what kind of hell it was. Smiling to himself, he strolled up the stairs, turned down the hall. Just as he reached the dungeon, Ronan surged through the doorway. The guy’s face was the shade of a plum. Ronan staggered backward. “Thank the goddess, you’re home.” “What’s wrong?” Cayne drawled, knowing damn well what the answer was. “She needs you, us.” Ronan paced back and forth, his hands dragging through his hair, clutching his upper arms, and then going back to his hair again. “Oh, fuck, I was just trying to help her with her training.” Oh fuck was right. Who was this guy? The male pacing the floor, looking like a typical Twelfth Knight before he went through the portal. Couldn’t be the Ronan he knew. This one was wound so tight, something was going to snap. The Ronan he’d been living with, fucking for years, never got riled. Hell, his steely self-control hadn’t cracked an inch when they’d been jumped by the Others.

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More than a little bewildered, Cayne followed this new Ronan into the dungeon. Their bride was sitting on the bondage table, her legs dangling over the edge, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. As he moved closer, she tracked his every step with watery, bloodshot eyes. She’d been crying. Why? He shot Ronan a questioning glance, which was answered with a guilty shrug. What the hell? He hot-footed it across the room and pulled her into an embrace. “What happened, Kaitlin? Are you hurt?” Trembling, she tucked herself against him and looped her arms around his waist. “I’m okay. Just a little… frustrated.” He pressed his face into her hair and closed his eyes. “I’m sorry.” “I mean, things are happening so fast, and I don’t understand it all. Before I came here, I’d been with only one man. And I’d dated him for years. I would have never in a million years dreamed of dating two men at once, let alone sleeping with two. And it feels like parts of me, my past, my memories, are slipping away. I’m scared and yet the minute either you or Ronan touches me, all my fears evaporate and all I can think about is the way your touches make me feel…” “How do they make you feel?” “Protected and safe. And yet small. Vulnerable.” She tipped her head and a shaky smile spread over her face. “And so incredibly aroused it’s almost painful. No man has ever made me feel this way before.” “I feel the same way when you touch me.” He cupped her chin in his hand and tipped his head, desperate to taste her lush lips, to drink in her sweet flavor. The kiss was a soft brush, mouth against mouth. Teasing. Tormenting. It felt like a spring was coiling tighter in his gut. More. He needed more. She relinquished, her body going soft against his, her lips parting to invite him to taste her more fully, and that spring cranked another notch or two tighter. His cock was hard enough to bust concrete. Somewhere close by, Ronan moaned, inspiring Cayne to deepen the kiss. His tongue slipped inside her mouth. Ohhhh… It had been eons since he’d seen heaven but he’d never forgotten what it was like. This was as close as he’d come, would probably ever come. It was also a heartbeat away from hell. He released her and broke the kiss. She whimpered, stumbling backward. The blanket slipped to the floor, revealing every tempting inch of their bride’s ripe body. “Cayne, Ronan, there was a time when I would be ashamed to say this… I ache for you. I need you. And above all, I want you. I want this. I want more. I want it all.” He thanked the goddess that he wasn’t in the dungeon alone and swept her into his arms.

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They all needed release. It was time to end the agony. *** Kaitlin gave a little startled squeal when Cayne went all caveman on her and scooped her off her feet. This was exactly what her body had been aching for -- her gloriously-built pair of captors to take control and end the torture. A wave of anticipation whooshed through her body. Twisting so she could see where they were headed, she tried to guess what would happen next. Would they fuck her over on that big thing over there? Or would they bend her over that low thing and fuck her like they did before? Honestly, she could care less, as long as one of them put a dick in her pussy. God, she truly had become quite the little slut. And yet, even with those thoughts, the guilt she’d struggled with earlier hadn’t come. Could it be…? Was she finally free? She’d never imagined being so carefree about sex could be so liberating and exciting. Or so therapeutic. Her days in that other world were quickly fading from her memory. Most of the details had been lost, and much to her surprise, she didn’t care. But what had stuck with her were the very best and worst parts of her former life. The happiest moments and the saddest. Like when her ex-fiancé had broken their engagement. She couldn’t remember her phone number any longer. Nor could she recall her address. But his words still echoed loudly in her head, “I love you, but we don’t stand a chance of this lasting. It’s you. You’re too… you won’t let yourself enjoy sex. I won’t live without sex. I can’t live without sex. And I don’t think you’d want me to try. But I also can’t force myself on you either. It’s just… all fucked up.” At the time, she’d thought that was the worst excuse she’d ever heard. She had sex with him anytime he wanted. And she’d never once complained, not even when she’d had a headache. She’d enjoyed it as much as she could, given her upbringing. That Thing was okay, certainly nothing to go crazy about. Maybe she’d enjoy it more if he did something differently. But how wrong she’d been about it being just okay. And she had also been wrong about thinking it was what he was doing -- or not doing -- that was making it so uneventful. It had been her, and he had been right. Cayne and Ronan had shown her. Her two fallen angels. They were her angels, in a very different sense. How had she become so lucky? Cayne carried her out of the dungeon, down the hall, to the bedroom. He kissed her as he walked, as he kicked open the door, and as he lowered her onto the bed. By the time that toe-curling kiss had ended, she was breathless and dizzy. The world spinning around her like she was on a carnival ride, she watched her guys strip off their clothes.

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Two beautiful male bodies, all hard angles and rippling muscle. And two beautiful male hearts, totally devoted to her. She lifted her arms, calling them to her, desperate not only to complete the final step that would make her theirs forever but also to ease the clenching tension they’d so deftly wound through her body. Ronan walked around the end of the bed and climbed in on her right. Cayne crawled in on the left. To her relief, he hooked his hands under her knees and lifted, pulling them wide apart. While she tightened in anticipation of Cayne’s invasion, she turned to Ronan and smiled. He responded by cupping a hand over her breast. “The fever will end soon,” he consoled while squeezing her burning flesh. He dipped his head and pulled her tight, uber-sensitive nipple into his mouth. With hard draws, he coaxed the heat gathering low in her belly to spread up and out. It was an exquisite sensation. She closed her eyes and just let herself get lost in it all, in the pounding desire gathering force in her womb. In the scent of clean male and the sounds of Ronan’s mouth lavishing attention over her breast. Her back arched off the bed and her hips rocked forward when Cayne wedged his hips between her thighs and prodded her slick opening with his cock. “Yes, do it now, Cayne.” A low rumbling sound traveled through the room. Cayne’s growl. The vibrations hummed through her body, adding another layer of sensation to what was already almost too much to take. His thick rod inched inside her, stretching her. The burn was more pleasure than pain. Tight. So tight. Hard. Oh, it was perfect. Ripples of pleasure followed each stroke as he moved in and out of her. Building. Higher. Stronger. Hotter. Tighter. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t see. Could do nothing but let go… Her climax was like a summer storm. It built quickly and lashed roughly against her body. Bolts of heat blazed through her like lightning. Crackling. Simmering electricity. Furious wind whirled in a cyclone. Warm wetness coated her skin, soaking her to her core. She heard a distant rumble, like thunder. Cayne’s voice. She trembled. And then, like a thunderstorm, the fury ended and there was the most amazing quiet. Peace. Contentment. Relief. Yes, this was what sex was supposed to be. Wild and raw. A celebration of nature’s beauty. A human’s brief glimpse into the miracle of life. It wasn’t dirty or shameful. A one-sided taking or an economic

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exchange, like she’d always thought. Like it had been for her mother. Her mother, a prostitute who could barely care for herself -- let alone a child -- had taught her a lot of hard truths about life. Some of them had most definitely been useful. But in this case, the lesson she’d taught her daughter had been far from healthy or helpful. It had cost her the possibility of any sort of normal relationship with a man. But like her Masters had told her, now she could let the past go and become more than she’d ever have been capable of being before. She could be whole. Happy. Healthy. Yes, this was what a relationship was supposed to be. Nurturing. Challenging. A mutual respect. But also an environment of total acceptance, of encouragement and understanding. It had been so short but she couldn’t deny it. She’d found love. And she wasn’t scared any longer. The guilt was gone. Light had broken the shadow.

Chapter 6

Cayne grabbed Ronan the minute they’d left their bride and turning, crushed his bulk between his inflamed body and the wall. “What’s happening to us?” He could hear his own voice tremble, feel his muscles shake. And his insides, they were churning so quickly, he was sure they were about to burst from his body. Something was happening to him, something powerful, and it was both astounding and scaring him. It was Kaitlin. Her willingness to submit to them, to admit her fears and open herself up. Ronan flattened his hands around either side of Cayne’s face and smiled. And it wasn’t a smart ass smile, or a sexual one. It was the kind of expression that spoke of powerful joy. “It’s something, isn’t it? I’d forgotten how it felt.” “What is it?” Cayne asked, staring into Ronan’s eyes, searching for answers, for reassurance. “It’s love.” Ronan tipped his head and slanted his mouth over Cayne’s. The kiss they shared said so much more than a mere kiss could. With tongue and lips, they gave pleasure and accepted it. Soft and gentle, harder and more demanding. Affection. Respect. Desire. Deep longing. And yes, love. Cayne’s eyes burned with tears of joy. He leaned into Ronan, raked his fingernails over his shoulders,

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ground his cock into Ronan’s pelvis. When that wasn’t enough anymore, he broke the kiss. “Just once, I want to be with you again, in love. Before we give up that part of our lives together forever.” “I want that too.” Ronan took his hand and led him into the closest bedroom. They lay side by side on the bed and kissed, stroked, caressed each other like they never had before. It was magical. After all this time, they finally had the kind of soul-deep connection with each other they’d sought. They’d hungered for. They’d needed, desperately. “I never guessed,” Ronan murmured as he kissed his way down Cayne’s body, “that our bride would bring us such an unexpected gift.” “Me neither.” Cayne closed his tearing eyes. Ronan’s tender attention was stirring a very different kind of heat in him now. Not any less intense than the passion he felt when they were with Kaitlin, but different. Less urgent. Powerful, most definitely. But not desperate. Oh yes, he could do this all night long, give and receive pleasure with the man who had stood by his side. He traced the ridge cutting down the center of Ronan’s abdomen with an index finger, traveling slowly to his target -- Ronan’s thick rod. Inch by tight inch. Finally, his hand brushed against the broad head of Ronan’s cock, tracing the flared ridge. His own cock jumped in response to the intimate touch. Supporting himself over Cayne with his arms, Ronan bent his elbows, levering himself lower so he could lick and nip Cayne into a state of super-heated ecstasy. Cayne returned the favor by pumping Ronan’s cock with slow, steady swipes. Down to the base and back up to the head. “Fuck me, Cayne,” Ronan whispered against his neck. “I need you. I… oh goddess yes, I love you.” He sat back on his knees and after shooting Cayne a hooded, dark-eyed stare, turned around and bent over, offering his tight ass. Cayne’s cock hardened even more at the sight of Ronan’s muscular ass. Usually it was the other way around, Cayne taking Ronan’s prick up his ass. Ronan normally didn’t care to be fucked, said he didn’t like the feeling of being so vulnerable. It seemed he didn’t mind so much anymore, at least not right this moment. Locating lube in a nearby drawer, Cayne smoothed some of the cool substance over his cock and down Ronan’s crack. Just the anticipation of being inside Ronan made his insides melt. And the knowledge of what this moment meant… it made him all the more grateful for their bride and her wonderful gift. As he eased himself into Ronan’s anus, they both breathed her name, their voices rough with building ecstasy. This might be the last time they would share their bodies with each other this way, but they would never forget this day. That became clearer with every stroke, every thrust, every guttural moan that filled the room.

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Together, their bodies rocked and heaved toward bliss. They trembled and quaked, their skin slick with sweat, their muscles pulled into tight ropes. Cayne watched Ronan’s thickly-muscled shoulders work as he jerked forward and backward until his eyelids were too heavy to stay open for even another second. And then, brilliant color slashed through the darkness as he drove hard and fast into Ronan’s clenching depth. Tight. Almost there. He reached around Ronan’s hips, caught up Ronan’s cock in his fist and pumped it hard and fast, matching the pace of his thrusts. Ronan groaned, his ass milking Cayne’s cock with gentle spasms as he shuddered into a powerful climax. He groaned. And then brilliant stars burst in his vision. Cum surged up from his tight balls, along his length and shot into Ronan’s hungry flesh. In the center of those stars, like an angel, appeared the image of their bride’s beautiful face. He could do nothing less than give her his heart, after what she’d done for him and Ronan. It wasn’t they who were angels, but her. It was time now, to turn their focus to their bride. To make her theirs for the rest of her life. *** This was it. Kaitlin was ready. Thanks to her little Being a Bride for Dummies book, she understood what was going to happen. She was prepared. But that didn’t mean she was any less nervous. After today, her former life would be completely gone. All her memories, every single one, would be erased. She’d spend the next several years isolated from everyone but Ronan and Cayne, strengthening their bond to each other and to her. No job. No social life. Her whole existence would revolve around her two Masters. She had no doubt this was the life she had been seeking. No, it wasn’t going to be exciting, like climbing a mountain, or dodging bullets for the DEA. But her life hadn’t been exciting like that anyway. She would lose so little to gain so much. And in the future, after the initial time was up and she no longer had to be sequestered, she hoped she would find a way to balance serving her Masters and finding herself. Being a bride didn’t mean she was going to be any less complete in her own right. Again, all of this knowledge did nothing to slow down her racing heart or ease the jittery-jerky sensation crawling through her system. She glanced at the clock. Time was up. Smiling to herself, she gave the memory of her mother one final farewell and headed toward the dungeon, where they said they would wait for her. They greeted her with encouraging smiles. Already nude, they stood side by side. Cocks fully erect.

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Arms at their sides. Both their bodies were visibly tight, their physical strength pulling their muscles into defined ropes and bulges. “Do you understand what will happen after we complete the claiming?” Ronan asked, extending an arm. She hurried to him, placing one hand in his, the other in Cayne’s. “I’ll forget everything.” Ronan nodded. “That’s right. Are you still scared?” “Should I be?” she quipped. He chuckled. “Not this time, no. But I do want to make sure you are one hundred percent ready for this. It’s your body, your future, your decision. We might be your Masters in this room, but ultimately, you still hold all the power.” Then, she had a choice? She could walk away? “What are you trying to say, Ronan?” she asked. “I’m saying that it’s time for you to accept yourself. No more hiding behind the shackles of submission. If you want to be our bride, you’re going to accept your sexuality, rather than be repulsed by it. You’re going to understand that being a sexual woman is good, healthy, wonderful.” Steeped in thought, she nodded. “But I have.” “In a way, yes, but in a way, no. You’re still tricking yourself by looking at us as your seducers. You can’t be blamed for behavior that’s forced on you, right?” It took her a while, but the truth in his words finally struck home. She nodded. “I see now.” “We’re not seducing you. We aren’t forcing you. We are waiting, for you to decide.” She shot a questioning glance at Cayne. He answered with a sharp nod. It was her choice. Accept herself, everything? Or continue to despise a part of her nature that was as much a part of her makeup as the color of her eyes? She couldn’t go on like that anymore. “I want this. I want to be your bride, to serve you sexually, in the dungeon. I enjoy having sex with you. I live for sharing those intimate moments. It’s the honest-to-God truth. You’ve taught me what sex was intended to be. A beautiful sharing of sensation and emotion.” Ronan’s smile was brighter than the sun. “Let’s do this.” “Here. This way.” Looking a little stiff -- everywhere -- Cayne led her to the low bondage table in the center of the dungeon. He caught her by the waist and leaned down to give her a bone-melting kiss. His tongue pushed inside her mouth, stabbing and possessing and taking. She swayed as the kiss sent little currents of electricity buzzing and zapping through her system. Mini-blazes ignited throughout her body. Chest. Face. Pussy.

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Behind her, she felt Ronan press against her, leaning into her and supporting her trembling form with hands spanning her waist as well. Just when she was positive she was going to fall, Cayne broke the kiss and together they lifted her onto the table. Cayne climbed on with her, scooting to the end and laying on his back so his legs dangled over the edge. He levered himself up on his bent elbows. “Come to me, Kaitlin. It’s time.” “Okay.” Patiently, Ronan guided her into position over top of Cayne. Two sets of strong hands steadied her trembling form, supporting her weight as she knelt over his erection. Kaitlin’s heart jumped in her chest. She could hardly believe this was happening, that she was about to freely allow two men to fuck her. At the same time. This was the moment she’d been preparing herself for, the culmination of a lifelong struggle with her nature. She was about to be penetrated by both men, simultaneously. On her knees, her back to Cayne’s upper body, she kicked one leg over his hips. His erect cock stood tall, angling toward her slick center. Cayne closed a fist around its base, and Ronan slicked it up with lube. She started to lower herself onto him but Ronan stopped her. “First, we need to get you ready.” Ronan dragged a damp finger down her crevice and over her anus, and she quivered at the gentle touch. A wave of heat pounded through her body. Tension tugged at her insides. He coaxed her to lay back on top of Cayne then lifted her legs and pushed them as far back as he could. The man had the most deft tongue this side of heaven. And his hands were the tools of the gods. He flicked his tongue over her clit and she arched her back. Tight. Hot. Aching. Cayne’s hands skimmed up her sides to her breasts. As Ronan licked and sucked her pussy into spasm, Cayne caressed and pinched her nipples, whispering naughty words in her ears, promising to live out her every dark fantasy over a lifetime. Quickly sinking into a churning sea of sensation and erotic pleasure, she groaned. Her body was ablaze, and it was all thanks to her gorgeous, dominating, powerful Masters. Somehow they understood her, knew what she needed. Physically and emotionally. They knew how to love her. The first flare of impending climax zinged through her body. Her muscles tightened, everywhere. Legs, arms, chest. She craved release, more than anything else, but she refused to turn herself over to the pulsing heat rippling through her stomach. She wouldn’t come until they were both inside. “Please,” she heard herself beg. “I want you both inside me. I want to be your bride forever.” Ronan ceased tormenting her clit and once again helped her position herself over Cayne’s engorged cock. But before she lowered herself onto it, Ronan tested her anus with one lubricated finger, then two, scissoring them to gently stretch her.

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It was sweet agony. “Please, now,” she whispered, trembling as she struggled to hold herself over Cayne’s cock. Why were they torturing her like this? So cruel. In such a good way. Ronan leapt up on the table, squatting behind her and holding her around the waist. Slowly she lowered herself until the head of Cayne’s cock pressed at her tight hole. Her skin burned. Her blood simmered. She whimpered. “Oh God.” She clamped her eyes closed and willed her muscles to relax. It wasn’t working. It hurt too much. She lifted herself up, tears filling her eyes. “I can’t. I’m so sorry, but I can’t.” She looked over her shoulder at Ronan’s handsome face. His strained expression made her feel that much more frustrated. “Do you want to stop?” Cayne asked. “No. But…” “Easy, Kaitlin,” Ronan coached, his breath tickling the side of her neck. The left side of her body puckered with goose bumps. Her left nipple hardened. Yet another wave of desire pulsed in her womb. “Go slowly this time and relax.” She clamped her eyes closed and concentrated, lowering herself even slower than before, a fraction of an inch at a time, letting the flared tip stretch her tight tissues. Filling her. A gradual testing. Patient possession. Finally, her bottom rested on Cayne’s pelvis. She’d done it! A blaze erupted inside her body. “Oh God,” she whispered again, on a sigh. Two sets of hands supported her behind the back as she slowly reclined against Cayne’s chest. His cock remained buried deep in her ass. Ronan dropped to the floor, walked around to the end of the table and lifted her legs. Every cell in her body tightened. In the back of her mind, she heard Ronan and Cayne murmuring words but she couldn’t understand what they were saying. She didn’t care. Her entire being was centered on those few inches between her legs, where one cock possessed her and another was working its way inside her. Ooooh, to be so full. It was beyond anything she could have imagined. Both guys started moving slowly in unison, their cocks easing from her body and then gliding back in. The friction was delicious. The heat pounding through her, mind-blowing. The tension, tugging at her body, excruciating. Gradually, their movements sped up, thrusts deepening, growing harder and more urgent. Two sets of hands stroked and caressed, tormenting her to the brink of ecstasy. Two male voices joined in a chorus of dark pleasure, and that was the end of her. She arched her back and rode the turbulent, pulsing wave of a furious orgasm. Her pussy and ass convulsed around her Masters’ cocks.

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This moment -- as time seemed to stand still, and sensations blurred into one roiling mass -- was beyond anything she’d ever dreamed. The pleasure of her orgasm went on and on. Pulsing, throbbing, tingly heat. It was thrilling and amazing. She didn’t ever want it to end. But slowly the sensations eased until the explosive spasms were mere tickly twitches. Someone’s hands cupped her jaw. A male’s lips took possession of hers, and a tongue swept into her mouth. Still impaled on their cocks, she relished each caress, each stroke, each stabbing invasion. When the kiss ended, she blinked open her eyes to meet Ronan’s gaze. His eyes shone with such deep love, it sent a sob of joy surging up her throat. It was a miracle. She had not only fallen in love with two men she’d met a short time ago, and under the most unromantic situations. But she had become whole, learned to accept her desires, to display her passion. The hurting, conflicted person she’d once been was no more than a shadow of a memory. No longer would she bury herself in a fictional world to escape the real one. The fictional one had become real. And the final remaining images of her former life blinked away like twinkling sparks cooling in the dark night. Gone. *** She was so beautiful. Kieran couldn’t believe he was finally here, in the human world. He could never repay Ronan for helping him. Sitting at a table in the corner of the restaurant, Kieran sipped his coffee. Who cared if he was alone, had no home, had no means of providing for himself? He was free. At last. Free to love this woman. Free to be loved. Her gaze found him, and her face lit with recognition. Her smile was more brilliant than ten suns. Yes, the price he’d paid was worth even a day with her. An hour. A coffeepot in her hand, she hurried up to him. Shyly, she made eye contact but quickly broke it. “Hello, again. It’s been a while.” She filled his cup. “Where’ve you been?” she asked, casually. “I did a little traveling,” he said, visualizing flames swallowing up a certain romance novel, “but I’m done now.” There was that smile again. What it did to his insides. “That’s good, very good.”

Epilogue

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The writer sat at her desk, booted up her computer and opened a new file. Staring at the blank page, she thought about the many wonderful directions these new characters might take her. There were two strong, dominant men to fall in love with. And one independent and intelligent female she would take the journey with. Where would they lead her? She closed her eyes and relaxed, waiting. Soon the words would come. The characters would start whispering their story in her ear. Fingertips danced over the keyboard, making a comforting tap-tapping sound in the silent room. To think that someday her words, the ones she struggled to write right now, would be released into the world, shared with thousands of people. If they touched just one person’s heart in some way, she would be content. That was all she longed for. She typed faster, as images flashed in her mind.

Oh. My. God. Was she dreaming? Couldn’t be. No. She pinched herself, just to make sure. Nope. Definitely not dreaming. But the scene before her was straight out of her most secret fantasy. Two men stood before her. Two aroused men. The desire burning in their eyes as they stepped closer sent a blaze of heat licking up her body. “You belong to us now.” One of her captors gathered her wrists in his fist and dragged her forward until her entire length was crushed against his powerful body. She quivered as he pinned her arms behind her back and lifted her chin with his free hand. He dipped down, tasting her gently. Tongue and teeth teasing, tormenting. A second hard body pressed against her back. Hands branded her breasts and stomach. “W-who are you?” “Your Masters. Your guardians. Your protectors. Your mates.” “No.” How could this be? She wasn’t the kind of girl who attracted men who looked like this, let alone a pair of them. It was like a scene torn from her favorite book, a story about two deliciously tormented immortal men. These two gorgeous guys were about to make her darkest fantasy a reality. Ohhhh, it was sinful, shocking, thrilling…

Yes, oh yes, this story was going to be fierce. Wicked. Erotic. The two heroes were uber-seductive and absolutely scrumptious. The next few months, as she was drawn into their world, was bound to be one dark delight after another.

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Tawny Taylor

Nothing exciting happens in Tawny Taylor’s life, unless you count giving the cat a flea dip--a cat can make some fascinating sounds when immersed chin-deep in insecticide--or chasing after a houseful of upchucking kids during flu season. She doesn’t travel the world or employ a staff of personal servants. She’s not even built like a runway model. She’s just your run-of-the-mill, pleasantly plump Detroit suburban mom and wife. That’s why she writes, for the sheer joy of it. She doesn’t need to escape, mind you. Despite being run-of-the-mill, her life is wonderful. She just likes to add some…zip. Her heroines might resemble herself, or her next door neighbor (sorry Sue), but they are sure to be memorable (she hopes!). And her heroes--inspired by movie stars, her favorite television actors or her husband--are fully capable of delivering one hot happily-ever-after after another. Combined, the characters and plots she weaves bring countless hours of enjoyment to Tawny…and she hopes to readers too! In the end, that’s all the matters to Tawny, bringing a little bit of zip to someone else’s life. You can email Tawny at [email protected] or visit her website at http://www.tawnytaylor.com.

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