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She was watching. Just like he knew she would be. Mikkarn had watched Mara himself when Kiril had welcomed Tamche. He had seen her fondle her breast, watched her hand drop below her waist. He’d known the exact moment her orgasm overtook her. He’d known she hadn’t made a sound. It would be typical of her. She wasn’t the screaming type.

Correction. Shecouldbe the screaming type if she’d just lose that damned control. She wouldn’t be like Tamche, though. He’d seen Kiril wince when he first entered the room. He’d winced more than a couple of times himself. He’d never been one for bondage -- that was Kiril’s thing. But now would be a really good time for a gag.

Mikkarn kept his eyes on Mara as he thrust repeatedly into Tamche. The woman was definitely getting her pleasure, but he honestly didn’t give a damn. Right now, he only had eyes for Mara. Tamche was deliciously tight though. So tight he could feel Kiril’s movement every time he thrust. When he felt him pause, he couldn’t help but catch the other man’s gaze.

Kiril’s face was… hard. He had a look about him. Like he was saying “back the hell off!” When Kiril looked to the window then back at him, Mikkarn knew what was going on.Well, shit.

Mikkarn kept his rhythm steady. He didn’t particularly like Tamche, but he didn’t want to hurt her by having to explain why they had suddenly stopped. Judging by the sounds coming from the woman sandwiched between them, she couldn’t really have cared less what they were doing, as long as they kept doingher. Her shrieks were increasing incrementally and she was thrashing about so much Mikkarn wasn’t sure he could keep inside her.

Kiril grabbed her hips, holding her still enough to finish her orgasm. No way either of them was getting off this time. That sound alone prevented it. As Tamche’s screams and squeals reached a pinnacle, Mikkarn glanced out the window once more. Mara hadn’t moved. He wished he could read her expression, but he was too damned far away. When he glanced back, Kiril was staring out the window. This was going to be difficult.

Tamche finally collapsed and fell silent, breathing rather heavily. “That was amazing,” she panted. “Is this what I’m in for all weekend?”

“Perhaps,” Kiril said. “For now, I think you could use some rest.” Kiril disengaged himself from Tamche’s pussy.

“Mikkarn and I have some things to do, so you won’t be disturbed. Shower, get a bite to eat, take a nap. We’ll be back later.”

Mikkarn didn’t argue. He simply rolled Tamche over so he could slide out of her gripping ass and placed a soft kiss on her cheek. “Rest up.” He playfully swatted her on the rump and left with Kiril, wondering what his friend was up to.

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Kiril stalked down the hall, through the kitchen, and out the back door, jerking various articles of clothing on as he went. He was seething. But not for the reasons he should be. Universe be damned! He wasn’t sure why he felt this intense need to share women with Mikkarn, and he damn sure didn’twantto share Mara. But something inside him made doing anything else almost impossible. These feelings would be the death of him! Unfortunately, his anger and confusion caused him to lash out, and the only one around for that was Mikkarn.

“Just what the hell were you thinking?”

A slow smile spread across Mikkarn’s face. “Apparently the same thing you were.”

“You know what I mean,” Kiril snapped. “What would you have said if Tamche had seen you staring at Mara?”

“Look,” Mikkarn said, crossing his arms. “I’m not in love with Tamche. I’m not sure I evenlikeTamche. I wouldn’t set out to intentionally hurt her, but facts are facts.” Mikkarn punctuated himself with a finger pointed at Kiril’s chest. “You said she approachedyouabout this weekend. I have no problem giving her all the sex she can handle, but I won’t pretend I care about her when I don’t.” Mikkarn sighed and ran his hand through his golden hair, mussing it slightly. “I’m not saying it’s not fun, but damn it, Kiril, I’m tired of this. Tired of meaningless sex to ease my frustration. Are you even remotely interested in any of the women we’ve been with lately?”

“No,” Kiril said without hesitation. “I’ve found the woman I want and she’s right over there watching us.”

“Then we have a problem, my friend. Because she’s the one I want, too.”

Both men stared at each other. “She’s the one,” Kiril hissed. “I felt her hurt along with her fascination. You will stay away from her.”

Mikkarn took a staggering step backward, a look of utter confusion on his handsome face. Kiril was about to turn away when Mikkarn narrowed his eyes and said, “And if I don’t?”

Kiril spoke through clenched teeth. “Then I will show you why I am one of the most feared warriors on Gothe’mar.”

Mikkarn grunted. “May the best man win, Kiril.” He stuck out his hand.

Kiril snorted as he took it. “Yeah. As long as it’s me.”

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Mara sobbed brokenly. Her lovers were with another. They had betrayed her and she hurt more deeply than she ever thought possible. She could feel the pleasure they took in Tamche’s body, and the pain in her chest increased.

She floated over the trio, their images blurred through tears that ran unchecked down her face. She knew she was dreaming, but couldn’t seem to break free, even when it was the only way to end this terrible pain.

The incredible sensations flowing through them assailed her. Their pleasure was hers, and she hated them for it.

“Mara…” Mikkarn’s voice was a whisper in her mind.

She wrapped her arms around her body, trembling with the desire coursing through the two men, desire that was also her own.

“Come to us.” Kiril’s voice this time. “We will give you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams.” He looked up, straight into her eyes, her soul, as he thrust deep into the body of Tamche.

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