me stop freaking out? So. Not.
Happening!”
The demon holding her stopped
growling and looked down at her
with his glowing golden eyes filled
with mirth. His amusement made her
temper explode. Using all of her
strength she jackknifed out of his
arms, catapulting herself onto the
bed. She quickly rolled over the
large expanse of the bed, putting it
between them and crouched on the
other side.
“Wait…you can understand me?”
At his nod her eyes narrowed. “Then
why the hell did he”—she pointed a
finger at the other brother—“bite
me?”
The demon that had carried her
growled something, but she couldn’t
understand him. She shot his brother
a what the hell did he say look.
He sighed. “You are on Arcadia,
green eyes. I bit you to create the
blood bond between us so you would
be able to understand me. Until you
have an L-CON implant you will not
be able to hear my people speak to
you.”
Raven was even more confused
now. “L-CON? What is that?”
“L-CON, language converter unit.
Once we implant you with the L-
CON you will be able to understand
us.”
Oh, no. Actually, hell no.
“You aren’t implanting me with
shit.”
His glowing eyes narrowed on her,
making her want to flee, but she held
her ground. They were closer to the
door and she had no doubt they
would catch her if she made a run for
it. She noticed that one of the
brothers had her gun stuffed into his
pocket. She gave up all hope of
getting to it. For one, she wasn’t
voluntarily getting that close to them
again, and two, it was tucked in tight
against another large bulge in his
pants, which made her even more
nervous.
Both of them were truly exceptional
specimens, whether they be demons
or men. She had never gotten so hot
for someone so fast, and she’d never
felt that way about two men at once.
Her
attraction
to
them
was
disconcerting. Their glowing gold
eyes were mesmerizing and she had
to ball her hands into fists to keep
from reaching out to touch their
muscular bodies.
Good lord, were they buff.
Nothing got her hotter than a man
with muscular arms and strong
shoulders, and boy, did they have
both. They also had a unique scent
that made her want to rub herself up
against them simply to breathe them
in. She wanted to bury her hands into
their light-brown hair and take their
mouths in soul-shattering kisses…if
not for the fangs they were both
sporting.
Shit. How could she have forgotten
about the damn fangs?
Escape. She had to escape.
“You will learn to watch what you
say. Females should not swear.”
She let out a brittle laugh. “Oh
honey, you’re talking to the wrong
female then. Listen, this has been…
weird, but I really want to go home
now. I’m assuming since you can
understand me you’ve met humans
before, so if you could just—”
Surprisingly, she noted that both of
their glowing eyes dimmed with
sadness at her words, but she didn’t
understand how she knew that. It was
like she could feel their sorrow that
she wanted to leave. The one talking
to her shook his head in a sharp
gesture and she watched as the
sadness was replaced by fury.
Shit.
Mad demons were so not good for
her life expectancy, no matter what
they said about keeping her alive.
“You will learn to conduct
yourself according to our positions
as leaders. You cannot leave here.
This is your home now.”
The hell it was!
“The fuck you say! I want to go
home!” Raven shouted out loud, too
overcome to have this conversation
in her mind. It was too intimate
hearing him speak to her like that,
like he was inside her.
“It is truth. You will stay here on
Arcadia as our mate, and my
brothers and I will take care of you.
You will learn your place and never
again will you strike one of your
mates.”
Wait…brothers? As in plural? Oh,
hell no. She was not about to become
some chew toy for a group of
demons! Sheer terror coursed through
her as he stalked forward. One direct
blow from his large hand would
crush her. She had to escape, now.
His growl had her trying to run, but
he caught her easily with his great
strength. She struggled, fighting him
and herself as the gravity of her
situation hit her full force.
She was seriously screwed, but
she’d go down fighting.
“Let me go!”
“Calm yourself. Ask me for
anything else, but I cannot, will not,
let you go. You are our mate now.
You belong to me and my brothers.”
Fear had icy fingers of dread
running down her spine. She tried
every move she could think of to
break free of his hold. His control
seemed to snap as he tumbled them to
the bed, pulling her hair enough to
raise her head for his seeking mouth.
He took her lips in a brutal kiss,
thrusting his tongue into her mouth so
her senses were overcome by the
sweet, addicting flavor of him.
No, not like this. She didn’t want
this. Using his inattention against him,
she levered her legs up and pushed
him off of her, rolling over the bed to
escape as he fell with a curse. A
startled cry left her throat as the other
brother’s large body came down on
hers, holding her in place on the bed.
She fought with everything she had
as desire and fear waged a battle
inside her. She was a mixture of pure
emotion and it was getting harder to
think by the second. The hard press
of his body against hers felt so good
as he kissed her. Passion exploded in
her head, making her unsure if she
wanted to fight or pull him closer.
His enormous cock pressed against
the apex of her jeans making her wish
they were skin to skin so she could
feel the steel-hard shaft rubbing
against the bare flesh of her pussy.
The nip of his fangs against her
tongue had reality crashing back
down on her. She wrenched her head
away from him, struggling for breath,
only to meet the glowing eyes of the
other man watching. His eyes burned
bright with hunger. She knew without
a doubt they both wanted to claim her
and if they did, she would be lost.
“No, no!”
She couldn’t do this.
She twisted her head as the man on
top of her tried to kiss her again,
fighting both him and herself. His lips
captured hers again, his tongue
plunging deep to mate with hers. She
tasted the sweet tang of him as he bit
down on his own lip, feeding his
blood to her. She gasped as his lips
trailed down her neck, where he
licked once, twice, then bit down
hard, piercing her skin.
The sharp pain faded quickly as
pleasure consumed her. He was
inside her, all around her. Her pussy
clenched with the need to feel him
pounding into her, filling her empty
channel until she couldn’t take
anymore. She cried out, bucking
against him then froze as he jerked
her hands up over her head and
growled.
Fear held her immobile as painful
memories flooded her mind, trapping
her in a nightmare she couldn’t
escape.
Chapter Three
Ambrosia.
The taste of her was addictive, like
the sweetest wine.
Tristan had held back letting his
brother take the lead, but no longer.
He couldn’t help how aroused he had
gotten seeing her strength and
determination, even as he wanted to
punish her for denying their claim on
her. Never before had any female
refused him or his brothers and it
was exhilarating to discover that she
was strong enough to rule at their
side.
She was glorious, her green eyes
flashing with an inner fire that held
him captivated. He couldn’t believe
their good fortune, or what they had
done to deserve this gift from the
Gods, but he was determined to bind
her to him before anyone else could
take her from them.
As she evaded Kadan, Tristan’s
only thought was to seal his bond
with her. It had been driving him
crazy knowing that she couldn’t
understand him. He wanted, no, he
needed that connection with her. As
she rolled to him, he pressed his
body down on hers. Breathing in
deep he could smell her desire for
them and it made him lust-drunk.
He groaned as his hard shaft
rubbed against her feminine heat as
he took her lips in a searing kiss. He
wanted to grip her thighs and shove
them apart so he could settle himself
between them, wishing their clothing
gone so that he could drive himself
inside her silken depths until he filled
her completely.
He devoured her, drinking in her
moans and whimpers and nipped
lightly at her tongue as she shoved it
into his mouth. Groaning, he bit his
lip to feed her his own blood, driven
by the need to form the bond between
them. Pulling her small hands up over
her head he held her in place, using
his much larger body to control hers.
His lips came down on hers, taking
them in the kiss that he had been
dying for ever since he first saw her.
He trailed his mouth down to the soft
flesh of her neck, biting deep to
create the link between them. He was
driven mad at the first sweet taste of
her and knew he would kill any other
male stupid enough to stand between
her and his brothers.
He drank deep, wanting to ensure
there was a strong connection but
jerked back in shock as her frantic
thoughts flooded his mind. Horrifying
memories raced through her head. He
saw her as a youngling trying to fight
off a much larger man as he
terrorized her in a way that no female
should ever have to face, let alone
one so young. Self-disgust filled him
as he realized it was his own actions
that had triggered the memories. He
and his brother had made her feel as
helpless as she had in her past when
they should have been doing all they
could to ensure her happiness.
He moved off of her quickly then
jerked Kadan back before he could
reach for her. Kadan growled in
anger, but Tristan automatically
opened the link between them to
share her terrible recollections.
“Nay, mate. We would never harm
you!” Kadan cried out as she flung
herself away from them to curl up
against the carved headboard.
“Get away from me!”
Tristan dropped to his knees beside
the bed, wincing as she flinched
when he reached out a hand to her.
“Forgive me, mate. My only thought
was to ensure you would be able to
hear me but my hunger for you
overtook me. We would never force
you.” His heart broke as angry tears
sparkled in her eyes.
“You just did. You forced this bond
on me, both of you. Do you think I
like hearing your voices in my head?
You call me your mate, but I don’t
even know your fucking names!”
Both brothers winced as they
realized just how much they had
fucked up.
She leveled an accusing look at
Kadan. “You told me I’d never have
to fear you and you’d never hurt me.
You lied!” Then she looked back at
Tristan and he felt her revulsion like
an arrow through his heart. “And
you…”
Tristan fought to try to explain his
actions. He had never been in the
position to explain himself to anyone