Sex Me Up (37 page)

Sex Me Up

gathered around them, clasping hands as they formed a circle. Only the whisper of wind through the trees broke the unnatural silence. Two men broke off from the rest, entering the circle. One wore a robe of red, the other green. They entered the circle and stood before her. They looked her up and down, their faces blank. She fought the urge to draw her own covering closer about her as they looked right through the transparent material to the naked flesh underneath. Their eyes probed her. It was almost as if they thought her unworthy to take her men to mate. Perhaps they did.

“Who petitions the council of
Savar
to bond with this woman?” the man wearing red asked.

“We do, illustrious priest, druid of the
Non
,”

Dare answered for them both as he and Luc finally entered the circle and took their places beside her. The man in green lowered his hood. Jaynee’s head snapped up in surprise. He wasn’t a man at all, but a woman. “Who petitions the council of
Savar
to bond with these men?” She stared at Jaynee, waiting for an answer and the circle of witnesses hushed at her hesitance.

Jaynee stepped forward, willing strength to her body and her voice. “I do,” she said, her voice carrying over the circle with a forcefulness she didn’t realize she possessed. The man and woman took each other’s hands and reached out to take 73

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theirs.

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

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

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

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

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