don’t think—” You’ll both fit , she planned to say,
but then he was slowly moving inside her. She froze, orienting to the foreign
sensation. There was stretching, but it was good. Gritting her teeth, she
teetered on the edge of it feeling too good. As he made it all the way
in, his hands rubbed her thighs in a soothing way. Rather than easing her
breathing, it simply raced harder, her body ramping up for something she could
neither describe nor deny she ached for. Her fingernails dug into Lancaster
beneath her and she focused on the riot of feelings, trying to sort through
them and decide what she thought about it all.
When Lancaster pulled out, she opened her eyes, ready to
tell him to stop. Instead, the pleasure arced and she whispered, “Oh my.” Using
her grip on his chest, she tried not to dislodge Gage, but repeat the
sensation. “Lancaster, don’t stop.” It came out more an order than a request,
but she couldn’t regret it.
“Don’t plan to.” Lancaster’s jaw muscle twitched as he
obviously searched for balance in a situation fast spiraling out of anyone’s control.
Then they moved at once. Gage pressed in, Lancaster moved
out. After a moment, they were rocking her between them. Sometimes, at just the
right moment, her skin felt stretched tight as they both moved inside her. No
longer able to even pretend a modicum of control, her body bucked and writhed.
They held her, keeping them with her, and a low crooning noise filled the
darkness.
After only a moment, she realized the sound escaped her own
throat. Arching her neck back, she let loose more of the noise as it gave her
someplace to put all the building pressure and pleasure that boiled to an
eruption point within her. A light grew inside her, and she spindled the
sensation in the sound.
“Sing for us, Seer,” Gage whispered. Both men increased
their pace as if the words held some sacred meaning.
“Mate. Our mate.” Lancaster began chanting the words and
after a moment, Gage joined him.
The keening sound rippled higher and then slammed out of her
as the orgasm shredded her ability to think, to breathe, to move. Light shot
out of her, bathing her lovers and the clearing in a crystal-bright glow, as if
they hovered at the center of an agate. She crumbled, falling to Lancaster’s
waiting embrace, and felt Gage shudder above them. Soon both men held her,
their breathing as unsteady as hers as light drifted down to fall like
snowflakes of glitter around them.
“Apparently, our Claiming wasn’t done.” Lancaster laughed.
“Although we each claimed her, I think we needed to finalize it or something.”
She couldn’t answer him. The outburst of power released a
vision that swept her under as surely as passion had moments before. Her own
voice, but in a monotone, played over the flickering images. “Time spins out,
like a video on fast-forward, filled with more triads, threesomes of power. A
darkness, coming fast and hard at our people. The queen will See and save us
all, but only if the triads join in time. Only the triads will be strong enough
to stop it.”
The fast-forwarded and unclear images vanished, leaving her
panting and sandwiched between mint and brandy spice. Their warm bodies fought
off the chill of her Sight and she burrowed closer to them. Their hearts beat
as if in tune with hers. “Sorry,” she mumbled, not surprised her voice was
husky after all her yelling. “Vision.”
“Seemed like an important one,” Gage soothed. “Not that I
have any clue what it was about.”
“Me either. I think we need to tell the elders, though.”
Lancaster sighed. “There are a few who will be surprised by our choice, but the
vision suggests it may become more popular in the coming days.” His laugh
rumbled up. “Triads of power. If others are going to have something like this
for their Matings, the next gathering could be very amusing.”
“I’m sorry I ran for so long.” Finding her voice again, she
swallowed hard. The