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“If that were truly the nature of the relationship, you’d be right. Mara cannot have two soul’s mates while each of us has only one. Our very nature would destroy all chance any of us could have for a happy existence. Gothe’marans mate for life. How could either of us accept that we must share our mate with the other?”

“Iwill notshare her!” Kiril made a valiant effort to calm himself. Mikkarn felt the conflict in his mind, saw it on his face. “She is… precious. She’s not like the women we’ve shared in the past, and I will not cheapen her by asking that of her.”

“And if she insists, if I insist?” Mikkarn’s voice was quiet, almost a whisper.

Kiril narrowed his eyes. “Say what you mean, Mik. We’ve never minced words with each other before.”

Mikkarn took a deep breath. This was it. “She is your soul’s mate, as she is mine. Butyouare alsomysoul’s mate. As I am yours.”

“You’re mad! How could that possibly be…” Kiril’s comment was lost as he seemed to lose focus on Mikkarn and turned himself inward. “She is watching us,” he whispered. “And the images she’s having are… vivid.”

Mikkarn couldn’t control the surge of lust if he tried. He’d caught her spontaneous fantasy, too. Before Mikkarn could respond, Kiril sucked in a startled breath and his sharp gaze snagged Mikkarn’s. Kiril had felt Mikkarn’s desire. If Kiril didn’t realize that Mikkarn had reasoned this correctly by now, he never would.

Kiril lunged for Mikkarn and grabbed him by the hair, tilting his head back, seeming to tower over Mikkarn even though he was the shorter man. “By the Universe, youaremine! I will take what I’ve been denying myself all these years.”

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As Mara watched, the two men appeared to talk for a few moments. Nothing more. But Mara’s lust rose with every second. Sweat dampened her body and her own intimate moisture dampened her panties. Suddenly, there was nothing more she wanted than to see these two men please each other. Why? Who knew, but she wanted to see Kiril buried balls deep in Mikkarn’s mouth. Or ass. She wasn’t picky.

The conversation appeared to turn into an argument, with Kiril angry enough to hit Mikkarn. Finally, unbelievably, Kiril reached for Mikkarn and jerked his head back by the hair, saying… something. Mara thought he might actually harm the other man, but instead, he hefted himself onto the ledge of the pool. The erection he sported was a sight to behold, but Mara only caught a glimpse of it before it disappeared into Mikkarn’s mouth.

Mara gasped at the same time she imagined Kiril did. She couldn’t believe this! The pleasure on Kiril’s face alone was enough to send her into orgasm had she been touching herself. He leaned back, giving Mikkarn the room he needed to move, resting his hands on the pool’s edge.

With Mikkarn’s hair flowing free and his lower body in the water, it should have seemed like just another woman giving Kiril head, and good head judging by his expression, but Mara actuallyfeltthe difference. It was almost like she had put her mind in Kiril’s. She was shocked that Mikkarn was doing such a thing, even more shocked to discover she liked it, but the thing that made her cunt ache with maddening desire was that she knew Kiril was going to be buried in Mikkarn’s ass very soon.

Sure enough, Mikkarn crawled out of the pool and leaned his elbows on a nearby table, presenting his ass. As he looked over his shoulder at Kiril, his face was savage, strained in his desire, and Mara could see his cock, proudly standing up from the blond hair at its base.

Kiril reached for the tube Mikkarn had dropped near his clothes. He greased himself, sliding his glistening cock inside the other man’s ass in slow, persistent strokes. He continued tentatively for a while before grasping Mikkarn’s hips and increasing the pace and strength of his thrusts. Soon, he was pounding almost viciously, and Mikkarn was meeting him thrust for thrust as he reached a hand to his cock and stroked himself.

It didn’t take long before Kiril’s hips began to convulse erratically as they met Mikkarn’s buttocks. Mikkarn’s fist pumped furiously, and as Kiril threw his head back and arched his spine, Mikkarn sprayed the ground with his seed, shuddering and grinding his ass back against Kiril’s groin.

Mara’s own release came at the same instant. Her head fell back and she had to grasp a nearby chair for support. She actually cried out her pleasure. Given the fact that she hadn’t been touching herself, she was very surprised -- probably why she hadn’t clamped down on the sound as she normally would have. Thank goodness the men couldn’t hear.

But they could see.

And they were both staring straight at her.

Mara decided to simply ignore them. Leaving her window, she discarded her robe and curled up in her bed. Tears stung the backs of her eyes and she didn’t know why. She had no expectation that either man would profess undying love to her. She wasn’t even sure shelikedthem. But seeing them with Tamche, and especially with each other, had changed something inside her. She didn’t want them to be with another woman ever again. She wanted them to be with her.

Both of them.

And that was impossible. Even if Earth allowed such an unconventional union, the very foundation of Gothe’maran religion and society would forbid it.

Tomorrow, she would start looking for a new sponsor at Medical Command. She was probably stuck in the house because it was provided for her, and she’d feel like a jerk asking to be moved. She would just have to figure out a way to live near to Kiril and Mikkarn, knowing they were with other women, without her heart breaking.

She let the tears flow freely. Best to get that over with so she didn’t do it at work. How she was going to face Tamche the next day, she didn’t know. With one last sigh, she drifted off to sleep, and into the dream world that had plagued her for the past two years.

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“You should be with us. You belong with us, as we belong to you.” The male voices were fused together, but she would know them anywhere. Mikkarn. Kiril. Together, they were even more beautiful than when heard separately. A perfect harmony she desperately wanted to be the melody for.

“Ah, but you are. You always have been.” Kiril’s voice at her ear sent shivers spreading through her already tingling body. His arms snaked around her middle from behind and she snuggled against his chiseled chest.

A callused hand found her breast and plucked the nipple gently. “Your body responds so beautifully to our touch,” Mikkarn rumbled, his mouth tantalizingly close to her left breast. The erotic puff of air as he spoke raised the fine hair all over her body. Her nipples were impossibly hard, needing his touch -- their touch.

Desperately, she tried to pull away. “You’re both trying to consume me!” Mara gasped as Mikkarn’s clever tongue dipped into her navel with a wet lick. “I’m my own person! I say who I want. I will not be forced into any relationship, no matter how mutual the attraction.”

Kiril’s growl reverberated through her body a second before his mouth fastened onto her throat. He bit -- none too gently -- before soothing the hurt with a swipe of his tongue. Mara shrieked and bared her neck even more to him, unable to resist the lustful temptation as moisture rushed from her pulsing cunt.

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