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  “Open,” was Madden’s only word.

  Layla forced her eyes open, but was pulled by her desire for both men. Anton’s music took on an ominous tone; the notes in perfect accompaniment to the movements of Madden’s hands as they spread her thighs, pushed her knees up and settled her feet on the piano. Bending his head to her wet core, his tongue licked slowly through her folds. She whimpered in need and he responded with a growl. His tongue grew firmer, insistent, as he drew her cream and tasted her.

  Layla arched her back, the heat rolled through her as she felt not only her own desire but Madden’s need as well. Her eyes remained on Anton who watched her with such wanting she could only hope to convey the same desire in her own eyes.

  Madden stroked her with his tongue, moving through her folds to find her core where he thrust his tongue in and out of her. The music turned soft again and it settled her into Madden’s rhythm, easing her body into accepting his ministrations. In and out, he plunged, rolling his tongue through her folds and back again, in and out. With his hands tightly holding her legs, she could only lie there and take what he gave.

  Her desire built with every thrust of his tongue. She kept her eyes on Anton and felt his needs nearly as much as her own. Sweat began to bead on her forehead and her body shook in want. It was nearly too much. The sensations assaulted her. Anton’s eyes bore into her soul as Madden’s tongue bore into her core.

  “So sweet, Layla. So hot. And all mine.” Madden’s cool breath tingled her moist folds and she arched her back, stretching her legs out to pull him back into her.

  Anton’s music grew louder and louder—the gentle rhythm gone—and Madden responded in kind. His teeth brushed over her clit, before his lips closed fully and sucked it into his mouth until Layla screamed out in agonized pleasure. Her screams were eaten up by the music as her orgasm was eaten by Madden. His tongue gently licked away her orgasm and she melted, no longer able to hold herself up on her elbows she lay down on the top of Anton’s piano.

  It was only a moment before she felt Madden lift her. She didn’t open her eyes, too relaxed to do more than enjoy the afterglow. Her skin was slick with sweat, sated yet still a hunger swirled inside. The memory of Anton watching her orgasm wouldn’t let her go.

  Shock caused her eyes to fly open as Madden placed her on Anton’s lap, directly onto his fully erect, unclothed cock. That’s when she realized he no longer played. She sank onto him slowly as Madden continued to support her. The room was silent—the lack of sound almost eerie after the room had been filled with music.

  Once fully taken, Layla’s eyes sought out Madden. He stood behind Anton and watched with a fierce expression, his desire glowed from his eyes as he spoke. “Give Anton what you saw he desires, Layla.”

  She moaned as Anton’s hips began to move, small thrusts causing him to rub against her clit. The moment consumed Layla in sheer indulgence. Her eyes stayed connected to Madden.

  “No, Layla,” Madden shook his head at her. “Look at Anton as he takes you. He needs this moment with you.”

  She hesitantly followed Madden’s instruction and found Anton’s eyes as they searched her own. “Anton,” Layla needed to say his name, needed him to know that she wanted him as much as she could see he desired her.

  “Layla, there’s something more I believe you are ready for.” He stopped their motions, stilled their movement holding her hips with his strong hands. She didn’t want to talk. Couldn’t he see that? She flexed her hips to encourage his movements but to her dismay, nothing. He waited in silence. Layla whimpered.

  Madden grinned down at her. “You get nothing more until you listen to Anton. He can outwait anyone, so it’s best you sit still.”

  What felt like hours passed, though likely it was a mere seconds of time. “When you are mated, your life becomes eternal just as your mate’s by drinking of him. Because I am your Tre Adoro, you may also use me as a life source. I very much want that.”

  Layla’s eyes instantly went back to Madden who smiled and raised his eyebrows. She drew her gaze back to Anton as his fingers under her jaw turned her. “It is a gift I can give to you and Madden. It is how I can show my commitment to you, to us.” With those words, he placed a soft kiss against Layla’s lips. She returned the kiss with fervor, loving that with Anton she was the more dominant partner.

  Anton’s hands on her hips now moved her back and forth, up along the ridges of his thick cock and down again. His movements causing her clit to be abraded again. Layla moaned in pleasure, already sensitive from Madden and instantly slick.

  “Yes, Anton, yes.” Layla found herself chanting, her eyes never leaving his. She was smoldering under his touch. His slow and careful fucking wasn’t enough and she began circling her pelvis with each stroke. Her hands ran along Anton’s stomach and found the hem of his shirt, pulled it up to touch the soft plane of his skin, the rough texture of his hair and the firm points of his nipples.

  “Layla, drink from Anton.” Madden broke into their cocoon, splintered her attention until she saw Madden sink his teeth into the sinewy skin where Anton’s shoulder met his neck. Droplets of blood emerged from the tiny holes. Layla licked her lips, smelled the deep, rich scent of Anton’s offering. She remained immobile for only a second before she lunged forward. Her tongue joined Madden’s as they lapped at Anton’s life-giving blood and their tongues twirled in a dance of their own. Anton continued to rock in and out of her, his cock stroked over her clit and pushed her closer to another orgasm. Only Anton’s moans put an end to the dance. Madden moved away. “Suck,” he said to Layla as he kissed along her shoulder and watched her.

  Layla latched her mouth onto Anton and drew in small bursts of blood. She felt her own clit become engorged, oversensitive. Ripples rolled through her body as she let go of Anton’s neck and threw her head back. She screamed out Anton’s name, felt his semen fill her core as his blood filled her body. She screamed out Madden’s name, felt his kisses still showering her neck and his hands stroking her back. The three of them were tangled and it felt absolutely right.

  Chapter Six

  “Rise and shine.”

  Layla rolled from the warm body she had slung herself over to seek out the overly cheerful voice. “Anton, why are you awake so early?” Her voice was husky with sleepiness.

  “It is not early. And I require very little sleep. I will always bring breakfast to you because it is what I’ve always done.” His voice allowed for no argument, so instead she stretched and began to get out of bed and put on her robe. After several days and incredible nights with these men, she was no longer bashful of her nudity, but she would still eat in clothes.

  Madden rolled over to look at her and smiled. “I am all yours today, love. We will do whatever you’d like.”

  This made Layla smile even more.

  “I have to warn you both that Adelina has requested you visit with her today to discuss the Pronouncement. You both are well aware it happens at the first full moon after the Claiming, which is just a week away.”

  Layla’s smile dimmed but didn’t fade. Her nerves shot up, but as Anton gathered her into his arms, a sense of peace came back to her.

  “It is only the ceremony. You are already Madden’s mate,” Anton assured her with his words as he passed her a small plate of pastry. Madden quickly snatched one away from her as was now quite predictable behavior. Though she couldn’t find an ounce of fat on the man, he sure did like his sweets.

  “And she will simply want to make this the most extravagant event she can get away with,” Madden laughed, aware that this would not make Layla at ease.

  “Madden,” Anton admonished and Madden attempted to look contrite though the mischievous grin he gave around the bite of pastry could never pass for apologetic in the least.

  “I will have you know that I simply don’t like attention drawn to me. I am, however, quite pleased with my destiny.” Caught up in the moment, Layla spoke so casually, having come to accept her new life over the past week qu
ite well. The deafening silence in the room proved she had not yet shared that realization with either man. Yes, she definitely remembered now she’d yet to speak the words.

  “Truly, Layla?” Madden moved closer to where she stood. Oh, he was such a handsome man. She’d been lucky to find him and had a difficult time now remembering why she was ever doubtful.

  Layla thought back over the past week. Each conversation whispered in the dark, shared over tea in the gardens drew her closer to Madden. His outer appearance was sexy on its own. Then combined with his quick wit and intelligence, his sense of loyalty and family, she was enamored. Layla adored knowing she could claim this man as hers.

  When he’d finally told her about his work, she realized the full strength of her mate. Madden was the director of an invisible arm of the US government, known only to those involved in utilizing the Valendite Breeds to eliminate the worst of the world’s most heinous criminals. No wonder he was so protective of her security. To think there were others outside the immortal world who knew their true nature scared her the most. She’d questioned Madden, but his assurances put her at ease. Madden would always take care of her. He would always protect her. She felt so safe in his arms. For always.

  “Truly.”

  With that one word, Madden’s entire world aligned. He needed to claim her again, knowing soon their Pronouncement would be upon them and in that moment he made her part of him in front of his family and hers. His lips moved to the soft valley between her breasts as it peaked out from her robe. Her nipples were already hard but he made a quick detour to suck on the sign of her soul sin. It was like an erotic tattoo calling to him. Anton sought out her mouth and Madden watched as they kissed. He had never known how intimate the act of kissing could be before watching his mate and their Tre Adoro share in the act. It fed his arousal and called him to action.

  With one hand, he pulled the silky material over her flushed mound and gazed on her deliciously creamy skin with rapt attention before his need drove him to lower his head and take the nipple into his mouth. Madden groaned at the texture, the feel, the taste of her nipple against his tongue. He lapped along it slowly and then brought it into his mouth again as he listened to Layla’s moans of satisfaction. Her body grew more flushed as her desire rose to match both of her men.

  When Madden closed his mouth over the other breast, suckling it firmly, she bowed from Anton’s hold. Her nipple tightened further and it spurred Madden on. She pressed herself into him, grabbing his hair in her tiny fists and pulling him to her. Madden was trapped by her power. Layla held him to her, accepting the love and pleasure he could provide. She was truly giving herself to them without any hesitancy, resistance, or uncertainty. All Madden’s worries shrank away. At last, he felt everything he had hoped for. She had believed in him and Anton and Madden would never deny her anything. She was his. She was theirs.

  “I love you, Madden Santucci.” Her words stirred him as they finally provided a mirror into her soul. Madden needed to take her inside of him. He drew on the other breast, lashed with his tongue and gave it equal attention. Layla’s arms tightened on Madden again and he felt his own body tighten with pleasure as her sighs filled his ears.

  Layla pressed her body more fully against his so they were skin to skin from shoulder to toes. Madden could feel every part of her against him. His straining erection wept for her, the tip moistened as she circled her hips against him. She moaned and drew away just enough to look into his eyes.

  “Let me love you. I want to give you this today,” she said.

  Madden allowed Layla to roll him over and straddle him. Allowing any mortal woman control had been impossible but he found giving Layla control nearly irresistible. Madden watched Layla, her cheeks flush and eyes glittering in want told him everything he needed to know. He’d captured her heart.

  Unknowingly, Layla wrapped them in her warmth with the power of her sensuality. She swirled the air around them in colorful lights. Small starbursts sparkled above them and her eyes lit with pleasure as she saw the swirls of color.

  “My full powers,” Layla’s soft voice was full of awe.

  “It’s because you have truly accepted your destiny,” Anton’s voice traveled from directly behind her as he finally joined them. He rested his hand on her back and stroked her softly. Layla’s core began to heat again now that her men surrounded her. Madden pressed against her from the front. Anton pressed against her from the back.

  “She needed you to touch her. I can smell her stronger arousal when you came closer. I can feel how wet she got just having your hand on her back,” Madden addressed Anton, his voice roughened with desire.

  Layla turned to smile at Anton. Then she cast Madden a heated look of desire from beneath her lowered lashes as she licked her lips and took in his naked form. She was hungry for him, and finally she wasn’t hiding it. She was no longer embarrassed, no longer shy to his desires. Now his hunger fed off the sensual intensity that radiated from her power and magnified every movement. Each touch was that much more intense.

  Her lips pressed down upon his. As she lifted her arms to stroke along his, taking them above his head, her breasts brushed against his chest. Her sweet, hard nipples burrowed into him as she drank from his lips in small, wet kisses. She held him captive, and as he tried to move his arms, he felt pressure though she’d taken away her hands. She used her powers to keep him bound and she felt naughty as she played this way. But she also felt powerful and strong.

  Layla smiled down coyly at him. Her dear Anton laughed from behind her where he massaged her bottom.

  “Gotcha,” she laughed, though the sound was husky and desire-laden. She gave Madden no reprieve as her fingers danced down to his flat nipples and pinched at them. The sudden bite of pain caused him to buck up from the bed. Layla drew her lips down, her tongue joined in as they stroked over his nipples and pulled a groan from his throat.

  Madden’s cock strained below her ass where she rested above him. He was so fully aroused that she felt it weeping. Anton massaged her bottom and caused it to come into contact with Madden’s erection.

  “Layla,” Madden growled out in warning but didn’t move. She was gorgeous sitting above him looking down upon him with those lust-filled eyes. He loved that she loved him.

  Anton shifted out of her way as if he’d read her thoughts and sat beside them on the bed. Layla moved lower, her hands now on his thighs as she kissed her way from chest to cock. Madden threw his head back, frustrated by his inability to move. She finally reached her goal and used her tongue to lick the straining, think purple head. She took just the head into her mouth and gently sucked, licked and tasted. Her mouth still so new to the act, he nearly lost himself to the thought of being her first.

  Madden had never felt anything so intense. Layla’s tongue licked along his shaft as if she was enjoying a lollipop. He struggled to hold still as the sensations knotted his muscles. Sweat formed along his body as his balls tightened close to his body just waiting to explode but this was simply too good not to savor.

  Layla tossed her head to the side. He was sure she’d moved so he could see her through the veil of her beautiful golden hair which Anton so perfectly pulled back and restrained with his clenched fist. Layla smiled up at him, knowing through their bond what effect she had on him. The sexy little vixen opened her mouth wide and took his cock completely, sucked it in all the way to her throat as her eyes remained locked on him. She moaned and he felt the vibrations to his soul. This woman—this one person in all of humanity—had the ability to destroy him.

  Her fingers worked to stroke and caress the part of his cock that didn’t fit into her mouth. Firmer strokes replaced tentative touches as she became accustomed to his size. Desire overpowered everything else. Madden felt her need to please him, to show him she could hold his release in her hand. The building swirls of air around them grew thicker and hotter as her desire began to spin out of control. She pumped him, sucked him, licked up and down with her tongue.
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  Anton moved out of Madden’s line of vision. From Layla’s sudden moan, he guessed where his friend had gone. Layla’s soft rhythmic moans around his cock drove Madden so close to the edge. It took all of his restraint to hold back until he simply couldn’t resist a moment longer and he let go.

  The taste of him filled her, overwhelmed her until she lost control and all that mattered was his pleasure, her pleasure, their shared pleasure. The need to feel his seed within her drove her to push his limits. He’d not fought her powers to restrain him but accepted what she gave. That knowledge only fed her desire.

  Layla cupped his balls, fondled them as she felt them lift and tighten, his cooler skin warmed by her touch. His cock grew even harder, steel-hard and then spasmed against her tongue. Madden let out a grunt as he arched, pressed his cock as deep as she could take him and filled her with his release. He belonged to her.

  “Little one, you are so wet. You love this.” Anton spoke hushed words as he savored her pussy. “You like this power, this control. You are so beautiful, Bella Donna.” Between Anton’s words, his tongue lapping her juices and Madden releasing in her mouth, Layla was a mass of nerves.

  Screaming out her pleasure, she gave herself over to the intense orgasm that ripped through her. The entire time, she worked Madden through his completion, savored his flavor, reveled in her ownership of these strong men. Layla’s tongue lashed and stroked Madden, just as Anton did to her, until Madden’s hips stopped moving. Erotic sounds of sensual delight filled her senses and she was overwhelmed with pleasure.

  Madden and Layla laid there in one another’s arms, breathing heavily and both lost in their own thoughts, until Anton came to kneel beside their bed. Turning her head ever so slightly, too exhausted to move, she noticed the small box Anton held in his hand. Madden opened the box with a simple thought and inside was a sparkling diamond.