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Aleeza was out of breath but she forced herself to run faster. Dorand beat her every time the three of them ran, but occasionally she could hold her own with Ferrin.

Whether it was because her dark lover really wasn’t the best runner or because he let her win, she didn’t know, but she enjoyed their competition all the same.

“You’re going down, woman,” Ferrin panted, arms pumping as he pulled ahead.

“Not on your life.” Aleeza poured on the speed and managed to draw even with Ferrin in time to see Dorand disappear around a curve.

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Aleeza couldn’t wait to see his surprise. Knowing Dorand, it would be something wonderful and romantic. He played the tough guy, but his was the softest heart in their triad. It was a fact she was grateful for every time she came home from a hard day at work and found that Dorand had cooked an amazing meal for the three of them to eat out on their deck. Their new beachhouse actually wasn’t too terribly far from here…

Maybe once they’d seen Dorand’s surprise, they could hoof it back home for a quickie.

She was dying to feel them, both of them. She wanted Ferrin’s hot, sun-kissed skin at her back and Dorand’s cool, hard muscle at her front. She wanted to feel one claiming her pussy and one pushing into her ass. They’d only fucked that way a few times, but every time felt better and better. It was quickly becoming her favorite position, the one that afforded them all the feeling of penetration, of merging into one body while their magic throbbed all around them.

Ferrin rounded the curve just seconds before she did and came to a stop so fast that Aleeza ran into him, knocking them both to the ground. She hit the sand with a giggle, smiling up into Ferrin’s brown eyes above her until she saw the fear and uncertainty etched across his face.

A blanket made a spot of pale blue in the middle of a circle etched in the sand. Pink and blue candles surrounded it, and the scent of rosemary already lay heavy in the air.

Dorand had set up a fertility spell.

“But—” she started, only to be cut off.

“But we’ve talked about it for months,” Dorand said. His gaze traveled from her to Ferrin and back. “We all want it.”

“But we don’t know,” Ferrin said. “We can’t be sure the baby will be…I mean, in theory we’re safe, but really if it’s mine we don’t…” he trailed off and looked away.

Aleeza reached for his hand, grasping it firmly in hers. They had talked about this for months, about how badly they wanted a child. Conversations that went on for hours, going in circles, each of them alternately convinced it was a good idea or a terrible one.

She hadn’t expected Dorand to take charge like this.

“We do,” Dorand said. He took Ferrin’s other hand, took her hand, so the three of them made a circle next to the circle in the sand. “I talked to the fertility expert.”

“You talked to my mother?”

“I cornered her at Sunday supper last week while you and Ferrin were out back in the garden with your brothers.”

“I should have known you weren’t just volunteering to do the dishes.”

He smiled. “She was fine with it, Aleeza. Excited even. I don’t think she’s holding out much hope for grandchildren from Simon or Blake.”

“Who can blame them? I wouldn’t want to marry an Amiantos woman. Frigid bunch of—”

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“Ferrin!” Aleeza admonished. He and Dorand both had Amiantos women who were dear to them, and Carantha had been Amiantos. But she wasn’t in the mood to rehash the frigid Amiantos women argument yet again. “So, what did she say exactly?”

“She said with us all under magic-fast there’s no chance of a demon baby. The baby will be genetically like the father, but his or her magic will be a mix of all of us, and that includes me. Undefiled.”

She didn’t need to look at Ferrin to know how badly he wanted to believe it. He who’d grown up without a real family, an outsider…sometimes at night they talked about it, in the dark of their bedroom. Seeing the babies they could have had back when they met had affected him more than he realized, and more than anything she wanted to give him that family.

Seeing them weaken, Dorand started to smile. “Any baby is a risk. There aren’t any guarantees. But we’ve taken a lot of risks to be together, guys. Isn’t one more risk worth it? When you think of what we could have?”

“Yeah, it is.” Ferrin’s voice shook a little as he spoke, but his resolve came clearly through as well. “It’s worth it to me. If it’s what Aleeza wants.”

She blinked back tears. Of all of them, he had the most to lose, had been the most damaged by the discovery of his true bloodline. But in some ways he was the bravest of them all as well. He was willing to reach for the brass ring, and her heart swelled with love for him. For both of them.

“Let’s do it.” She took the hands still held tightly in hers and stepped into the circle Dorand had drawn.

Dorand squeezed her hand, then turned to light the candles, letting the circle flow out from him. The air in the center grew still, quiet, the sun still shining down on their bodies as if the gods themselves were giving their approval.

Ferrin took her in his arms, his eyes staring into hers. “Are you sure?”

“As sure as I’ve ever been,” she whispered back.

His kiss filled her with love, with pure, clean emotion which quickly turned to something a little wicked when his hands moved from her waist farther down. His fingers dipped between her legs. She smiled against his lips and tightened arms around his shoulders.

Dorand’s warm body pressed against them from the side, and she stepped back to let her men kiss, to watch as their tongues entwined. Already her pussy was swelling in her shorts. Already she was desperate to feel them both. Their hands wandered over each other’s strong, broad chests, down over flat stomachs. Her breath came faster. Her tiny bikini top felt too small as her breasts swelled and her nipples hardened. Quickly she reached up and untied it, letting it fall onto the ground.

The men’s kiss intensified. Aleeza slipped behind Ferrin and reached around to unfasten his shorts and tug them off. His cock sprang free against her hand, and when she slipped around behind Dorand and removed his shorts both men gasped as their cocks rubbed together.

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This was her favorite part. Well…one of them. Watching as her lovers stroked each other as their passion increased. She reached up to caress her breasts, to pinch her nipples softly. Their two strong bodies, one darker, the other pale, looked so perfect together.

Dorand’s hands slipped down to Ferrin’s ass, pulling the other man closer to him.

Aleeza stepped forward to press her breasts against Dorand’s back, to slide her hand between them and caress their swollen erections.

They turned to her, Dorand kissing her and spinning her in his arms so she stood firmly between them. Their energy glowed around them and combined. The white of Amiantos, the bright blue of Gunera. Bits of green-gold sparkled and twinkled around them, turning the energy into a different color, a new, powerful color that made her heart sing.

She leaned back against Ferrin’s chest as Dorand kissed her throat, her collarbones.

He leaned down farther, taking first one puckered nipple then the other into his mouth, nibbling, sucking with increasing pressure. She moaned. Ferrin’s strong hands stroked her stomach, her thighs, teasing her by grazing over her shorts but not dipping to the place she needed him most.

She retaliated by rolling her hips in slow circles, grinding against his hard-on. His low groan made her smile, but the smile was lost as Dorand opened her shorts and knelt before her to pull them down all the way.

She needed the strength of Ferrin behind her as Dorand nudged her legs apart. His teeth scraped her thighs, her hipbones. Ferrin snaked a hand down her belly and gave her clit a gentle rub, just enough to make her hips buck forward before he took his fingers away. She groaned in frustration, grabbing his hand and putting it back.

He didn’t stroke her. Instead he used his fingers to spread her open, to force her clit into prominence so Dorand could lave his tongue over it.

Heat raged through her. The sun beating own on them, the hot body behind her, the way her blood scorched through her veins and pooled in her pussy. Ferrin’s hands stroked her, his teeth sank into her shoulder hard enough to make her cry out. Still Dorand licked and kissed, his movements so gentle she wanted to cry and so delicious she wanted to scream.

Her legs shook. Ferrin dipped down and slid his cock between them, rubbing against her opening, sliding between her slick, swollen lips. He thrust forward, and she looked down to see Dorand’s tongue slide over the tip of Ferrin’s cock. He slid back and Dorand turned his attention back to her.

“Please,” she gasped. “Ferrin, please.”

Dorand’s hands on her thighs helped support her as Ferrin thrust into her from behind, tilting her hips so he could still play with her with his tongue. Ferrin’s cock stimulated her opening with his shallow, fast thrusts, and Dorand sucked her clit into his mouth… It was too much. She came, her head falling back onto Ferrin’s shoulder, 175

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her toes clenching into the blanket. Only their hands on her helped her stay upright as pleasure raged through her body.

Somehow she was on her knees on the blanket, with Ferrin still inside her, ramming all the way into her. She tilted her hips eagerly back, wanting more, while tugging Dorand toward her to kiss him, to take his cock into her mouth and give him back some of the pleasure he gave her.

The taste of him, salty and musky, filled her mouth. She relaxed her throat, leaning forward to take all of him into her while his hands played with her hair and he leaned his chest back to watch. She wished for a moment they were back in their house, in their king-size bed. They had mirrored closet doors and they all enjoyed watching each other, watching themselves as they took their pleasure. Here Dorand could not see Ferrin’s cock plunge into her body, and neither could she.

With Ferrin’s cock buried in her pussy and Dorand’s deep in her throat, energy ran through them like a circuit. Power swirled around them, creating a breeze in the stillness of the circle, making the candles flicker and dance. Their moans bounced off the rocks protecting the little cove, sending their pleasure echoing back to them.

Ferrin’s movements sped up, his fingers tightening on her hips. His indecision transferred itself to her and she pushed back against him, encouraging him to let go. To not be afraid anymore.

“It’s okay,” Dorand gasped, and she knew he felt it too. Slowly he eased his cock from her mouth, to concentrate on their third. “It’s okay, Ferrin.”

He hovered behind her for a long moment. His confusion, his need, his hope, coursed through her as they hovered together on the edge. She tensed and squeezed her muscles around him, waiting, wanting so badly for him to come inside her, give in.

It felt like forever that they paused there, but it couldn’t have been more than a minute before he moved, thrusting into her, faster and faster, and without warning she clenched and splintered apart as he swelled inside her. His cries of pleasure were music in her ears. This time she did not blink back the tears.

“I love you,” she whispered at the same time as Dorand said the same thing. He dipped his face to hers to kiss her, and as she straightened up they both kissed Ferrin in turn, feeling the bonds of love around them strengthen even further. Every minute, every day she loved them more. Every minute of every day she felt luckier and luckier.

She reached out to stroke Dorand, knowing he must be ready to explode. His heavy eyes told her she was right, and he pulled her closer, rolling onto his back so she could straddle him.

She lifted up enough to guide Dorand into her, sliding slowly down until her clit rubbed against his pelvic bone. He was thicker than Ferrin, and she had to stretch to accommodate him. His groan told her he enjoyed the process as much as she did.

She rocked forward, slowly at first, riding him as if they had all day. Which she supposed they did. Nobody at the picnic would care they were missing, and the circle around them was cast in such a way as to keep them hidden from prying eyes. No one 176

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but the gods would know what they were doing as Ferrin leaned forward again to kiss Dorand, to turn his head and catch one of her nipples in his mouth and suck on it.

She wrapped her fingers around his head, holding him close. Dorand shifted beneath her raising up on one arm, and Ferrin gasped. She looked down to see his hard-again cock, still wet with her juices, disappear into Dorand’s mouth. Her pelvis tightened.

Ferrin wrapped his fingers in her hair, steadying himself while together they watched Dorand make love to Ferrin with his mouth. Aleeza moved faster, harder, reaching out to stroke Ferrin’s chest, to stroke Dorand’s chest.

With a cry Ferrin pulled away, his hand hard on her shoulder as he leaned her forward. She kissed Dorand, sliding her tongue into his mouth while Ferrin dipped his saliva-wet fingers between her legs then rubbed that moisture onto her puckered back door. She gasped, already tingling in delicious anticipation.

Dorand’s hands stroked her breasts, her ribs, her thighs. The head of Ferrin’s cock butted against her, then slipped inside. She groaned in pleasure. Having them both fill her…nothing made her happier.

They quickly found a rhythm, the two men thrusting into her like pistons while she threw her head back, waves of need washing over her. Dorand’s face was a mask of bliss, his handsome features relaxed, his eyes glittering as he watched her ride him.

Quickly she reached the point of no return again, and she knew they were with her.

Dorand’s muscles tightened—his hips lifted. She let him drive deeper, butting against the entrance to her womb while she quivered with anticipation.

The men’s fingers entwined on her hips as they clenched each other. She moved between them, filled with them, feeling their love rising like mist from their bodies.