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Benson inhaled. “It’s hard to explain. Neither Preston nor I have done it actually, but I’ve been told it’s painless yet highly erotic.”

“Erotic?” Her thoughts shot to being tied up and made to climax so many times that she passed out.

“We bite you in the neck. I know it sounds painful, but it’s not—or so we’ve been told. Somehow this bite injects ouressence, for lack of a better word, into you, which unites us as mates for life,” Preston said.

That was not what she thought they’d say. “Back up. A bite is erotic?”

“The bite secretes a kind of sedative first that deadens any possible pain, but it also somehow stimulates your hormones,” Preston said.

“What my roommate is trying to say is that we love you and want to be with you for the rest of our lives,” Benson said. From his pocket he pulled a small, red velvet box. “Preston and I bought this, hoping you’d agree to marry us.”

A kaleidoscope of emotions slammed into her, consisting of joy, excitement, and love. Any shot of panic that had existed, dissipated quickly. “Aren’t you supposed to get down on one knee?”

Before she could tell them she was only kidding, both men knelt in front of her—or rather to the side since the coffee table was sort of in the way.

Benson opened the box and removed the most beautiful ring she’d ever seen. It consisted of two rubies surrounding a blazing white diamond. “The diamond represents you,” Benson said.

Preston elbowed Benson. “Ask her.”

“Ariel Williamson. Will you marry us and be our mate for life?”

She looked at both men and realized that she wanted to be with them forever. “Yes!”

Before they could discuss anything about a wedding, they stood, Benson gently put the ring on her finger and then helped her to her feet and escorted her to the bedroom—exactly where she wanted to be. Ariel wiggled her fingers and admired the amazing ring. "It's so gorgeous."

"We’re glad you like it," Benson said.

When Preston opened the door, the lights were dimmed, but there were a few things on the bed. “What’s all that?” she asked.

“I thought you might like to experience what it’s like to be dominated,” Benson said. “We’ll start slowly.”

Her eyes become more accustomed to the darkness. All she saw were velvet ropes and a blindfold. “I’ll give it a try.”

Preston spun her around. “First, we need you naked.”

“And then I want to take your clothes off.”

He slightly shook his head. “Not going to happen tonight, darling. Tonight, we’re going to make you ours.”

Ariel wasn’t quite sure what that meant, but she trusted them with her life. One minute she was facing Benson, and the next Preston had blindfolded her. She reached out to make sure they were still there.

“Don’t worry. We aren’t going anywhere,” Benson said. “If you don’t hear us talk, most likely it means that Preston and I are communicating silently. We like to surprise you.”

“Okay.”

One of the men lifted her up and placed her on the edge of the bed. They each removed a shoe and a sock. Too bad, she was still wearing her scrubs. It would have been nice if she’d been in some sexy outfit.

Gently, they leaned her onto her back. Touching her more than was required to take off her pants and top, they removed the rest of her uniform.

Benson whistled. “Someone expected to see us tonight.”

Because Ariel wanted to be reminded of the men, she had worn very sexy red underwear. “These old things?” Too bad she couldn’t keep a straight face.

“None of that. We know you expected us to show up.”

Had she? “I hoped you’d show up.”

One of the men helped her sit up so he could unhook her bra. As soon as he slid the straps down her arms, his lips and fingers were on her tits. Never had she realized that a lack of sight heightened the senses. “Ah, yes.”

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